rie left Manila by a little Filipino
foot-path which enters the city in the northeastern part near the
San Sebastian church. She followed it to Block-house No. 4, which is
situated about three miles north and a trifle east of Manila. At that
point she took a road which veered off perceptibly to the east for a
short distance and which was made by the Americans' commissary train
on the morning that the advance was begun toward Malolos, March 25,
preceding.

She had gone but a quarter of a mile when her attention was
attracted to a board used as the head-stone for a grave only a few
feet distant from her pathway. She walked over to in and found these
words inscribed thereon:

"R. I. P. D. O. M.

Wat Erbuf Falo

Born -- (?) Died, February 12, 1899.

To those who bring flowers to this lonely grave,
Some facts on its headstone we wish to engrave;
If this mound could speak no doubt it would tell
Bill Sherman was right when he said, 'War is Hell.'
He charged on two pickets whose names are below;
They took him for niggers,--poor wronged buffalo.
As to the way he met death, everybody knows how;
As to whom he belonged we don't caribou.

Signed: Barney and Barkley, Co. "M," 1st. Col. Vols."

It was now April 2nd, and Marie had ahead of her about ninety miles
overland to be made on foot or else on horse-back; and it was necessary
for her to hurry along, as the rescuing party was scheduled to reach
the mouth of Baler river April 10th, or 12th.

Her course led past the little shack on the bank of the San Mateo
river, where she had robbed the elderly couple who had been so kind
to her and near where she later had shot the old man when he was
pursuing her to regain possession of his stolen property.

She found it deserted; but in a little bamboo corral nearby she found
three Chinese ponies. Evidently they had made their escape from the
scene of battle and had drifted into this yard for refuge. There was
a small stack of rice straw just outside the corral. From this Marie
soon made a stoutly-twisted rope which she hastily arranged in the
form of a bridle. Placing it over the head of the largest pony she
mounted him and rode off.

She got ten miles beyond this last stopping place before sunset. That
night she stopped at a small inland village. As she lay down to slee