h weeping dim,
Or sweetheart waits the postman
In vain for news of him.
While snow of winter freezes,
And April violets thrust
Sweet blossoms through the grasses
Above his nameless dust.

But when the last great trumpet
Shall sound the reveille,
And all the blue battalions
March up from land and sea,
He shall awake to glory--
Who sleeps unknown to fame,
And with Columbia's bravest
Will answer to his name.

Her personal safety demanded that she continue her journey northward,
without delay; also her inclination to rejoin Aguinaldo and his
troops--although his exact whereabouts were unknown--invited her in
this direction.

At San Isidro, from which place Aguinaldo had been driven, she
saw some American soldiers administering the water cure to some
Filipinos in order to make them reveal the whereabouts of their wily
general. Marie was angry. She yearned to shoot, but she was no longer
on the aggressive; she was now a fugitive from justice. At this
place she inspected the old Filipino prison and on its walls found
the names of Gilmore and his party, whom she had helped to capture at
Baler, who had been imprisoned there, and who were still alive when
Aguinaldo was driven from the city of San Isidro by the approach of
the Americans. She determined to take her revenge on them for this
water cure punishment, if she ever found them. But the opportunity
never came. So journeying on toward the northern part of Luzon she had
many experiences, and she came in contact with tribes whom she had
never seen before and whose dialect was foreign to her. Many things
combined to retard her progress. Often she grew very weary and would
have turned back, except for fear.

Following up the valley of the Pampanga river and thence on northward
along the Barat, she passed through the province of Nueva Ecija,
crossed the Caraballo mountains which form its northern boundary,
and then entered the province of Nueva Vizcaya, where she came upon
the head-waters of the Rio Magat river.

In crossing the Caraballo mountains she made her way through a deep
gorge at night. It was now about the middle of February. A full moon
shone at its best. The weather was ideal. Journeying was abnormally
pleasant. Under favo