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Title: A story from the Philippines
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Driscoll, Katherine Elizabeth, 1867-
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Publisher: New York, London, Abbey Press
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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n horse, and running to me,cried, Gracia, seilor, (thank you, good mis-ter). The men all looked surprised at thisdemonstration, for they did not know thatI had sent him in. Nothing would induce 14 A Story from the Philippines. him to leave go of my hand; I asked the menwhat he had said when he came in and whatthey had done with him during the night.They told me that he had trotted into campand ttiat all he would say was, Seiior capi-tan. So the captains tent was pointed outto him, for there wasnt a soldier boldenough to brave the captains expression onthe introduction of even so wee an insur-recto. So the little fellow had taken up histrot to El capitans tienda (the captainstent), and entering, walked in fearlessly andrepeated, No got casa. The captain was surprised, of course, butbeing a kind-hearted man he melted at thesight of such a forlorn little enemy. Andhe called one of the men and told him tolook out for the boy for the night. And hehad taken it all very natural and as though
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Under the Mistletoe1 (see page 45). THE NCW YORKPUBLIC I! VT10N8* L Uncle Will Returns. 15 lie had had a soldier to rock him to sleep allhis life. In the morning he was awake with thebirds and up and on his trusty steed, beforethe men had risen. And by the time Ireached there he had made a friend of everyman in camp. When he made a rush for me I had to ex-plain how I had found him the night before.So the men all decided that he belonged tome and they named him Billys kid. For I wasnt known as dear Uncle Willthere, you know. And soldiers dont talk as prettily andnicely as we do at home. During the daythe captain sent for me, and after giving mea slight reprimand for disobeying orders,by allowing the child to come into camp, heended by saying, Its all right, sergeant, Iunderstand. And I knew that he did. For 16 A Story from the Philippines. I remembered that the day we left San Fran-cisco, that his only son, a wee little boy offour, and his tiny daughter of six, had comedown with their

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