The jungle heat was oppressive, the noise broken only by our own careful progress, the squawk of startled birds, or the chatter of occasional beady-eyed and elusive monkeys. Soon we were in swamp, with water up to our knees and in sharp-edged coogan grass that grew over our heads. We had to hack our way every step. At night we finally found a place to camp -- here the water was only ankle deep. By cutting off boughs from trees we managed to build crude structures that would keep our blankets above water. When we turned in all of us were near the point of exhaustion, and all of us slept the sleep of the dead. As a re- sult, none of us aroused when the water rose during the night, and we awoke to find ourselves half-floating in our beds. On the second morning McCoy awoke with a feeling of illness. It was a considerable task for him to summon enough strength during the day to keep himself from falling out--he said that, if this happened, he would expect the rest of us to go on. Somehow, he managed to keep going. And we were all glad we had not had to stop; for at about 8:00 p.m., we heard the sound of rifle and machine-gun fire at a distance of about two or three kilometers, in the direction from which we had just come. And, the next; morning, McCoy's indisposition had cleared away without leaving him in the throes of dysentery or malaria, as we had feared. As an example of the hard going of the Philippine jungle, at the end of the fourth day we had not progressed more -83- |