The Project Gutenberg EBook of Found in the Philippines, by Charles King

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

Title: Found in the Philippines
The Story of a Woman's Letters

Author: Charles King

Release Date: June 23, 2008 [EBook #25884]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FOUND IN THE PHILIPPINES ***

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net

FOUND IN THE PHILIPPINES

The Story of a Woman's Letters

BY
CAPTAIN CHARLES KING

GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Eleven East Sixteenth Street New York

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Copyrighted 1899, by F. Tennyson Neely.

Copyrighted 1901, by The Hobart Company.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

FOUND IN THE PHILIPPINES.

CHAPTER I.

Something unusual was going on at division headquarters. The men in the
nearest regimental camps, regular and volunteer, were "lined up" along
the sentry posts and silently, eagerly watching and waiting. For a week
rumor had been rife that orders for a move were coming and the brigades
hailed it with delight. For a month, shivering at night in the dripping,
drenching fogs drifting in from the Pacific, or drilling for hours each
day on the bleak slopes of the Presidio Heights, they had been praying
for something to break the monotony of the routine. They were envious of
the comrades who had been shipped to Manila, emulous of those who had
stormed Santiago, and would have welcomed with unreasoning enthusiasm any
mandate that bore promise of change of scene--or duty. The afternoon was
raw and chilly; the wet wind blew salt and strong from the westward sea,
and the mist rolled in, thick and fleecy, hiding from view the familiar
landmarks of the neighborhood and forcing a display of lamplights in the
row of gaudy saloons across the street that bounded the camp ground
toward the setting sun, though that invisible luminary was still an hour
high and afternoon drill only just over.

Company after company in their campaign hats and flannel shirts, in worn
blue trousers and brown canvas leggings, the me