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Title: Review of reviews and world's work
Year: 1890 (1890s)
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Publisher: New York Review of Reviews Corp
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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over in a few seconds—why did I not take out more life insurance be-fore I left home ? when we heard a shout fromthe right bank. We all looked that way, Tagalsand Americans. A native officer came runningtoward us along the sand-spit. He was shoutingand brandishing a sword. We did not under-stand him, but the Filipinos did. They droppedtheir rifles and crowded about us. We were notto be shot ; so it didnt make any differenceabout that life insurance, after all. CAPTIVES IN AGUINALDOS CAPITAL. A Tagal officer took charge of the party, andallowed Gillmore to write a letter to the com-mander of tiie Yorktown, which letter was neverdelivered. The captives were marched a mileand a half to a bamboo church, where theirwounds wer^ cared for by an old native, and thenext day the eight who were able to travel setout through tlie interior of the enemys country,Lieutenant Gillmore not being bound, owing tothe Filipinos respect for military rank. Asorry-looking lot we were 1 All of us were bare-
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lilEUTENANT-COMMANDER J. C. C XLLMORE, U.S.N. (Drawn from life for McCfttres Magazine.) headed and barefooted, save that I had managedto secure the return of my coat and shoes ; thelatter mere slippers, which I had worn from theship because it would be easy to kick them offin case I were forced to take to the water. Ourclothing was so scanty that it barely sufficed tocover our nakedness. For two days the routeled us through treacherous river-beds. We hadto wade the swift streams in water from ourknees to our necks twenty, thirty times a day ;our feet were cut by the sharp stones of thepath ; our hands and shins were bruised clam-bering over great bowlders and up and downsteep, stony banks. The heat was oppressive,and the fierce rays of the sun blistered our un-protected faces and gave us frightful pains inthe head. Our guaid, a striking band of semi-savages, carrying bows and ariows and spearsand bolos, and commanded by a Tagal corporal,urged us unceasingly on. The party was finallybr

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