It broached to, nearly filled with water, and struck the bottom heavily several times.

Some of the men quit rowing and began to pray, whereupon General J.F.Bell, who was sitting in the stern, rose to his feet, and shouted at them until they became more afraid of him than of the sea, and pulled for dear life until we were out of danger.

Upon arrival at the ship we watched with interest the progress of other boats through the surf, and were alarmed to see the men in one madly divesting themselves of their clothing.

When it finally came alongside its occupants made flying leaps for the gangway, and we discovered that a great hole had been knocked in its bottom, and that raincoats, ordinary coats, and trousers had been jammed into this opening in order to keep the rapidly sinking craft afloat for a few moments.
In the Cagayan valley we had a taste of real tropical heat.

Never have I seen a man suffer more than did Mr.Taft at Ilagan on the day when we established a provincial government for Isabela, and the night that followed still lingers in my memory.