. A story from the Philippines . plainest American (orEnglish), Please, may I speak with you amoment? I said, What is it you wish?To which she replied, Is the Americanocamp near by? I cautiously answered, 18 A Story from the Philippines. Why do you ask? All this time, all that Icould see was the outline of a womans fig-ure. I could not see her face, but judged byher voice that she was young. I asked, Are you alone? and again shereplied in excellent English, I am indeedalone. And her voice sounded so plaintivethat I was moved to say, Very well, ad-vance. It is usual in the army not to allowan e
. A story from the Philippines . plainest American (orEnglish), Please, may I speak with you amoment? I said, What is it you wish?To which she replied, Is the Americanocamp near by? I cautiously answered, 18 A Story from the Philippines. Why do you ask? All this time, all that Icould see was the outline of a womans fig-ure. I could not see her face, but judged byher voice that she was young. I asked, Are you alone? and again shereplied in excellent English, I am indeedalone. And her voice sounded so plaintivethat I was moved to say, Very well, ad-vance. It is usual in the army not to allowan enemy to come nearer thi*n five paces,for then a soldier has the advantage, forthat gives him sufficient distance to shoot if o necessary. As my fair enemy advanced Isaw that she was a beautiful girl and I im-mediately thought she had come after mylittle insurrecto. She was dressed as I had seen Spanishand Filipino ladies dressed, in the city ofManila. But out here in the wilds of Luzonit looked strange to see a beautiful, well-. Ring-A-Riiig-A-Rosy (see page 45).
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