Henry Cottrell Rowland,
Francisco the Filipino
(1901)
“ The skirmish-line across the rice-fields was coming within range, and Francisco was anxiously waiting for the order to commence firing, when it suddenly melted away as though the ground had swallowed it up. And they had hardly vanished when he saw a small bunch of horses which moved rapidly down the road, crossed the bamboo bridge, swung sharply to the right, and headed for a little knoll almost within rifle-shot of his trench. A gigantic figure upon an enormous horse rode slightly in advance, closely followed by a smaller man upon a native pony. ”
