Exploits and adventures of a soldier ashore and afloatAdams, William Llewellyn
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Exploits and adventures of a soldier ashore and afloat
Adams, William Llewellyn
Adams, William Llewellyn; Americans -- Foreign countries; United States. Army -- Military life
The circumstances attending the meeting of the other man in question
were exceptionally singular. It was late in the autumn of 1902, and I
was stationed in the old “Quartel de Espanol” at Fort San Philippi,
Cavite, P. I. Every evening about sundown, when not on duty, it was my
custom to stroll with a friend or two to a hacienda in the adjacent
“barrio” of San Ruki, where the soft-toned music from a harp and
guitar was artistically rendered by two charming mestizos. At this
native bungalow, shaded by large palms and drooping banana stalks,
gathered nightly the elite of the village, and occasionally señoritas
from the city of Manila, whose predominant beauty, in fluffy kimonos
woven from the fibre of the pineapple with a texture as fine as silk,
was augmented by that indisputable mark of Spanish aristocracy, the
ever-propitious mantilla. By the dim light of a candelabrum which
fluttered in the evening zephyrs, these social gatherings were
regulated with that Oriental quiescence and technique to the manner
born.
It was while wending my way home in the moonlight from such an
allurement of beauty and music, that I chanced along the Calle Real
and into the Café Del Monte, when I was agreeably surprised to see,
seated at a game of cards, my old shipmate “Jack” Lavery of the
cruiser _New York_. Being clothed in a suit of civic white duck, I was
unrecognized for a moment. “Hello, Jack!” I exclaimed. “Well, Bill!
for God’s sake, where did you come from? I thought you were in China
on board the monitor _Monadnock_?” “No, the application was
disapproved of, so I fired in another for shore duty.” “Well, but you
left us in Shanghai.” “Yes, my application was approved there, I
crossed the sea on the gun-boat _Manila_.” “Well, where are you now?”
“Fort San Philippi.” “Good! Shake hands with some friends of
mine.――Fellows, we’ll have the story about the Moors in Algiers
to-night.――Waiter! take the order; bring in some Egyptians and a new
pinocle deck.” Having been furnished with the order, the cards were
dealt and we made our melds.
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