When Dewey Came to Manila or Among the Filipinos
An excerpt from CHAPTER I. ON THE BANCAS.
PANDA, Raymond, and I had arranged for an excursion, on a fisherman's banca, from Manila to Cavite, and, without any very considerable coaxing, succeeded in getting our parents' permission for the pleasure trip.
So far as this permission is concerned, I speak only of Raymond and myself.
Panda was the son of our cook, a Filipino, although she looked more like a Chinese woman than a true native of the island.
Perhaps it would be better to explain first, before beginning the story of what happened to us at Cavite during the last of April and the first of May, in the year 1898, how Ray and I, two Yankee lads from Boston, chanced to be in the Philippines on that day when the fleet carrying the stars and stripes sailed past Corregidor, and destroyed the Spanish ships.
Ray and I are brothers; our father's name is Joseph Hyde, and he is the representative of a firm of Boston merchants who deal in hemp. With our mother, we two lads came to Manila one year ago, having travelled from Boston to San Francisco by railroad, and from there to the Philippines on steamers by the way of Hong Kong.
When Ray and I left home it was decided that we had as good a right to put into print an account of our visit to the islands discovered by Magellan, as any grown man who travels abroad for two or three months, and then sets himself down at home to write concerning what he saw.
We were very certain that every boy in Massachusetts, or any other State in the Union for that matter, would be pleased to know what two Yankee lads saw when they visited that archipelago, which, to our minds at least, was made up in equal parts of pirates and gold.
We had read wonderful stories of adventure met with in that group of islands which seemed to be situated almost in another world, and doubted not but that we would have full share in many startling happenings during the two years it was our father's purpose we should remain with him.
Therefore it was that both of us kept a journal of our travels, setting down everything we saw which was strange to us of Massachusetts, and believing that, when the time for our stay in Manila was come to an end, we should have written such a tale as would be in every way entertaining to lads of our own age, — Ray is fourteen and I am nearly sixteen....
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PANDA, Raymond, and I had arranged for an excursion, on a fisherman's banca, from Manila to Cavite, and, without any very considerable coaxing, succeeded in getting our parents' permission for the pleasure trip.
So far as this permission is concerned, I speak only of Raymond and myself.
Panda was the son of our cook, a Filipino, although she looked more like a Chinese woman than a true native of the island.
Perhaps it would be better to explain first, before beginning the story of what happened to us at Cavite during the last of April and the first of May, in the year 1898, how Ray and I, two Yankee lads from Boston, chanced to be in the Philippines on that day when the fleet carrying the stars and stripes sailed past Corregidor, and destroyed the Spanish ships.
Ray and I are brothers; our father's name is Joseph Hyde, and he is the representative of a firm of Boston merchants who deal in hemp. With our mother, we two lads came to Manila one year ago, having travelled from Boston to San Francisco by railroad, and from there to the Philippines on steamers by the way of Hong Kong.
When Ray and I left home it was decided that we had as good a right to put into print an account of our visit to the islands discovered by Magellan, as any grown man who travels abroad for two or three months, and then sets himself down at home to write concerning what he saw.
We were very certain that every boy in Massachusetts, or any other State in the Union for that matter, would be pleased to know what two Yankee lads saw when they visited that archipelago, which, to our minds at least, was made up in equal parts of pirates and gold.
We had read wonderful stories of adventure met with in that group of islands which seemed to be situated almost in another world, and doubted not but that we would have full share in many startling happenings during the two years it was our father's purpose we should remain with him.
Therefore it was that both of us kept a journal of our travels, setting down everything we saw which was strange to us of Massachusetts, and believing that, when the time for our stay in Manila was come to an end, we should have written such a tale as would be in every way entertaining to lads of our own age, — Ray is fourteen and I am nearly sixteen....
When Dewey Came to Manila or Among the Filipinos
An excerpt from CHAPTER I. ON THE BANCAS.
PANDA, Raymond, and I had arranged for an excursion, on a fisherman's banca, from Manila to Cavite, and, without any very considerable coaxing, succeeded in getting our parents' permission for the pleasure trip.
So far as this permission is concerned, I speak only of Raymond and myself.
Panda was the son of our cook, a Filipino, although she looked more like a Chinese woman than a true native of the island.
Perhaps it would be better to explain first, before beginning the story of what happened to us at Cavite during the last of April and the first of May, in the year 1898, how Ray and I, two Yankee lads from Boston, chanced to be in the Philippines on that day when the fleet carrying the stars and stripes sailed past Corregidor, and destroyed the Spanish ships.
Ray and I are brothers; our father's name is Joseph Hyde, and he is the representative of a firm of Boston merchants who deal in hemp. With our mother, we two lads came to Manila one year ago, having travelled from Boston to San Francisco by railroad, and from there to the Philippines on steamers by the way of Hong Kong.
When Ray and I left home it was decided that we had as good a right to put into print an account of our visit to the islands discovered by Magellan, as any grown man who travels abroad for two or three months, and then sets himself down at home to write concerning what he saw.
We were very certain that every boy in Massachusetts, or any other State in the Union for that matter, would be pleased to know what two Yankee lads saw when they visited that archipelago, which, to our minds at least, was made up in equal parts of pirates and gold.
We had read wonderful stories of adventure met with in that group of islands which seemed to be situated almost in another world, and doubted not but that we would have full share in many startling happenings during the two years it was our father's purpose we should remain with him.
Therefore it was that both of us kept a journal of our travels, setting down everything we saw which was strange to us of Massachusetts, and believing that, when the time for our stay in Manila was come to an end, we should have written such a tale as would be in every way entertaining to lads of our own age, — Ray is fourteen and I am nearly sixteen....
PANDA, Raymond, and I had arranged for an excursion, on a fisherman's banca, from Manila to Cavite, and, without any very considerable coaxing, succeeded in getting our parents' permission for the pleasure trip.
So far as this permission is concerned, I speak only of Raymond and myself.
Panda was the son of our cook, a Filipino, although she looked more like a Chinese woman than a true native of the island.
Perhaps it would be better to explain first, before beginning the story of what happened to us at Cavite during the last of April and the first of May, in the year 1898, how Ray and I, two Yankee lads from Boston, chanced to be in the Philippines on that day when the fleet carrying the stars and stripes sailed past Corregidor, and destroyed the Spanish ships.
Ray and I are brothers; our father's name is Joseph Hyde, and he is the representative of a firm of Boston merchants who deal in hemp. With our mother, we two lads came to Manila one year ago, having travelled from Boston to San Francisco by railroad, and from there to the Philippines on steamers by the way of Hong Kong.
When Ray and I left home it was decided that we had as good a right to put into print an account of our visit to the islands discovered by Magellan, as any grown man who travels abroad for two or three months, and then sets himself down at home to write concerning what he saw.
We were very certain that every boy in Massachusetts, or any other State in the Union for that matter, would be pleased to know what two Yankee lads saw when they visited that archipelago, which, to our minds at least, was made up in equal parts of pirates and gold.
We had read wonderful stories of adventure met with in that group of islands which seemed to be situated almost in another world, and doubted not but that we would have full share in many startling happenings during the two years it was our father's purpose we should remain with him.
Therefore it was that both of us kept a journal of our travels, setting down everything we saw which was strange to us of Massachusetts, and believing that, when the time for our stay in Manila was come to an end, we should have written such a tale as would be in every way entertaining to lads of our own age, — Ray is fourteen and I am nearly sixteen....
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781663536853 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 07/19/2020 |
| Pages: | 108 |
| Sales rank: | 305,781 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.26(d) |
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