a half century before the founding of manila, magellan had set up the cross upon a small hill on the site of butuan, on the north coast of mindanao, celebrating the first mass in the new land, and taking possession of the island in the name of spain. three centuries have passed since then, and there are still tribes on that island who have never yielded to the influence of christianity nor recognized the authority of spain or the united states. magellan’s flotilla sailing north touched at cebu, where the explorers made a treaty with king hamabar. the king invited them to attend a banquet, where, on seeing that his visitors were off their guard, he slew a number of them mercilessly, while the rest escaped. on the same spot three hundred and fifty-odd years later, three american schoolteachers were as treacherously slain by the descendants of this malay king. [51]

not till the expedition of legaspi and the augustine monks visited the shores of the visayan islands were the natives subjugated, and the finding of the santo ni?o (holy child) brought this about. since then the monks and friars, playing on the superstition of the islanders, have managed to control them and to mold them to their purposes. in 1568 a permanent establishment was made at cebu by the bestowal of munitions, troops, and arms, brought by the galleons of don juan de salcedo. the conquest of the northern provinces began soon after the flotilla of legaspi came to anchor in manila bay.

the idea that manila or the island of luzon comprises most of our possessions in the east is one that i have found quite prevalent throughout america. the broken blue line of the coast of luzon reaches away in a dim contour to the northward for two hundred miles, until the chain of the zambales mountains breaks into the flying, wave-lashed islands standing out against the trackless sea. southern luzon, the country of batangas, and the camarines, extends a hundred miles south of manila bay. [52]

in the far north are the rich provinces of cagayan, ilocos norte and ilocos sur, abra, benguet, and nueva viscaya. the land at the sea level produces hemp, tobacco, rice, and cocoanuts; the heavily-timbered mountain slopes contain rich woods, cedar, mahogany, molave, ebony, and ipil. a wonderful river rushes through the mountain ca?ons, and the famous valley of the cagayan is formed—the garden of eden of the philippines. the peaks of the zambales are so high that frost will sometimes gather at the tops, while in the upper forests even the flora of the temperate zone is reproduced. negritos, the primeval savages, run wild in the great wilderness, while cannibals, head-hunters, and other barbaric peoples live but a short distance from the shore.

the islands to the south of luzon reach in a long chain toward borneo, a distance of six hundred miles. during a journey to the southern islands a continuous procession of majestic mountains moves by like a panorama—first the misty peaks of the mindoro coast; and then the wooded group of islands in the romblon archipelago, that [53]rises abruptly out of the blue sea. hundreds of smaller islands, like bouquets, dot the waters off panay, while the bare ridges of cebu of the plutonic peaks of negros loom up far beyond. passing the triple range of mindanao, the scattered islands of the jolo archipelago, the tapul and the tawi-tawi groups mark the extreme southern limits of the philippines.

in nearly all these islands the interior is taken up by various tribes of savages, sixty or seventy different tribes in all, speaking as many different dialects. there are the igorrotes of the north, who make it their religion, when the fire-tree blooms, to go out on a still hunt after human heads. when one of their tribe dies, the number of fingers that he holds up as he breathes his last expresses the number of heads which his survivors must secure. an igorrote suitor, too, must pay the price, if he would have his bride, in human heads. the head of his best friend or of his deadliest enemy is equally acceptable; and if his own pate fall in the attempt, he would not be alone among those who have “lost their heads” because of a fair woman. [54]

although the island of luzon was settled later than the southern islands, civilization has been more widely disseminated in the north. a railway line connects manila with dagupan and the other cities of the distant provinces. aparri, on the rio grande, near its mouth, is the commercial port of cagayan. the country around is rich in live stock, and is partly under cultivation. during the rainy season, however, the pontoon bridges over the rio grande are swept away; the roads become impassable. the raging torrent of the river threatens the inland navigation, while the monsoons on the china sea make transportation very difficult.

the provinces of north and south ilocos bristle with dense forests, where not only savages, but deer, wild hogs, and jungle-fowl abound, and where the white man’s foot has never been. the natives bring the forest products, pitch, rattan, and the wild honey, to the coast towns, where they can exchange their goods for rice. while in the mountainous regions of the northern part, barbarians too timid to approach the coast are found, most of the pagan natives are of a mixed [55]type. the primitive negritos, living in these parts, as those also living on the island of negros and in mindanao, are of unknown origin—unless they are allied with similar types of pigmies, such as the sakais of the malay peninsula, or the mincopies of the andaman islands in the indian ocean. some anthropologists would even associate them with the black dwarfs in the interior of africa. these savages live a nomadic life, and seldom come down near the villages. but the mixed tribes, the negrito-malay, or the malay-japanese, are bolder and more enterprising. the presence of the japanese and chinese pirates in this country in the early days has been the cause of many of the eccentric types whose origin, entirely independent from the origin of the negritos, was malayan. here the ilocanes, or the natives of the better class, the christians of these provinces, although of malay origin, belong to a more cultured class of malay ancestry. they are amenable to christian influences, and their manners are agreeable and pleasing. they cultivate abundant quantities of sugar, cotton, indigo, rice, and tobacco, and the women weave the famous ilocano [56]blankets that are sold at such a premium in manila. vigan, the capital of south ilocos, has the finest public buildings and the best-kept streets of any of the provincial cities.

another tribe of people, the zambales, are to be found toward the center of luzon. few igorrotes, ilocanes, and negritos live in the province of zambales or pangasinan. pampanga province also has its own tribe and a different dialect. tagalog is spoken around manila, in laguna province, in batangas, and the camarines; visayan is the language of the southern islands.

a monotonous sameness is the characteristic of most of the small filipino towns. in seeing one you have seen all; you wonder what good can come out of such a nazareth, and there are very few of the provincial capitals, indeed, that merit a description. rambling official buildings, made of white concrete and roofed with nipa or with corrugated iron; a ragged plaza, with the church and convent, and the long streets lined with native houses; pigs with heads like coal-scuttles; chickens and yellow dogs and naked brats, scabby and peanut-shaped,—such [57]are the first and last impressions of the filipino town.

we reached cebu during the rainy season, and it was a little city of muddy streets and tiled roofs. as the transport came to anchor in the harbor, filipino boys came out in long canoes, and dived for pennies till the last you saw of them was the white soles of their bare feet. and in another boat two little girls were dancing, while the boys went through the manual of arms. a number of tramp steamers, barkentines, and the big hong kong boat were lying in the harbor, while the coasting steamers of the chinese merchants and the smaller hemp-boats lined the docks. as this was our first port in the visayan group, the difference between the natives here and those of the far north was very noticeable. there, the volcanic, wiry tagalog, or the athletic igorrote savage; here, the easy-going, happy visayan, carabao-like in his movements, with a large head, enormous mouth and feet.

along the water front a line of low white buildings ran,—the wholesale houses of the english, chinese, spanish, and american commercial firms. [58]the street was full of carabao carts, yoked to their uncomfortable cattle. agents and merchants, dressed in white, were hurrying to and fro with manifests. around the corner was a long street blocked with merchandise, and shaded with the awnings of the chinese stores. there was a little barber-shop in a kiosko, where an idle native, crossing his legs and tilting back his chair, abandoned himself to the spirit of a big guitar. the avenue that branched off here would be thronged with shoppers during the busy hours. here were the retail stores of every description—“the nineteenth-century bazaar,” the stock of which was every bit as modern as its name—clothing-stores, tailor-shops, restaurants, jewelry-stores, and curio bazaars.

numerous plazas were surrounded by old spanish buildings and hotels. the public gardens—if the acre of dried palms and withered grass may so be called—were situated near the water front, and had a band stand for the use of the musicians on fiesta days. the racetrack was adjacent to the gardens, and the public buildings faced these reservations. the magnificent old [59]churches, with their picturesque bell towers; the white convent walls, with niches for the statuettes of saints; the colleges and convents,—give to the provincial capital an air of dignity.

the boarding-house, kept by a crusty but good-hearted englishman, stood opposite the row of porches roofed with heavy tiles, that made calle colon a colonnade. across the street was a window in the wall, where the brown-eyed lucretia used to sell ginger-ale and sarsaparilla to the soldiers. with her waving pompadour, her olive cheeks, and sultry eyes, lucretia was the belle of all the town. there wasn’t a soldier in the whole command who wouldn’t have laid down his life for her. and in this land where nothing seemed to be worth while, lucretia, with her pretty manners and her gentle ways, had a good influence upon the tawny musketeers who dropped in to play a game of dominos or drink a glass of soda with her; and she treated all of them alike.

a monkey chattered on the balcony, sliding up and down the bamboo-pole, or reaching for pieces of bananas which the boarders passed him from the dinner-table. “have you chowed yet?” asked [60]a grating voice, which, on a negative reply, ordered a place to be made ready for me at the table. barefooted muchachos placed the thumb-marked dishes on the dirty table-cloth. i might add that a napkin had been spread to cover the spot where the tomato catsup had been spilled, and that the chicken-soup, in which a slice of bread was soaked, slopped over the untidy thumb that carried it. but i omitted this course, as the red ants floating on the surface of the broth rendered the dish a questionable delicacy. the boarders had adjourned to the parlor, and were busy reading “diamond dick,” “nick carter,” and the other five and ten cent favorites. a heavy rain had set in, as i drew my chair up to the light and tried to lose myself in the adventures of the boy detective.

but the mosquitoes of cebu! the rainy season had produced them by the wholesale, and full-blooded ones at that. these were the strange bed-fellows that made misery that night, as they discovered openings in the mosquito-bar that, i believe, they actually made themselves! the parlor (where the bed was situated) was a very interesting [61]room. there was a rickety walnut cabinet containing an assortment of cobwebby venus’s fingers, which remind you of the mantel that you fit over the gas jet; seashells that had been washed up, appropriately branded “souvenir of cebu;” tortoise-shell curios from nagasaki, and an album of pictures from japan. the floor was polished every morning by the house-boys, and the furniture arranged in the most formal manner, vis-á-vis.

the se?orita rosario, the sister-in-law of the proprietor, came in to entertain me presently, dressed in a bodice of blue pi?a, with the wide sleeves newly starched and ironed, and with her hair unbound. she sat down opposite me in a rocking-chair, shook off her slippers on the floor, and curling her toes around the rung, rocked violently back and forth. she punctuated her remarks by frequent clucks, which, i suppose, were meant to be coquettish. her music-teacher was expected presently; so while i wrote a letter on her escritorio, the se?orita smoked a cigarette upon the balcony. the maestro came at last; a little, pock-marked fellow, dapper, and neatly [62]dressed, his fingers stained with nicotine from cigarettes. together they took places at the small piano, and i could see by their exchange of glances that the music-lesson was an incidental feature of the game. they sang together from a spanish opera the song of pepin, the great braggadocio, of whom ’t is said, when he goes walking in the streets, “the girls assemble just to see him pass.”

“cuando me lanzo a calle

con el futsaque y el cla,

todas las ni?as se asoman

solo por ver me pasar:

unas a otras se dicen

que chico mas resa lao!

de la sal que va tirando

voy a coher un punao.”

when the music-teacher had departed, the se?orita leaned out of the balcony, watching the crowd of beggars in the street below. of all the beggars of the orient, those of cebu are the most clinging and persistent and repulsive. covered with filthy rags and scabs, with emaciated bodies and pinched faces, they are allowed to come into the city every week and beg for alms. their whining, “da mi dinero, se?or, mucho pobre me” [63](“give me some money, sir, for i am very poor”), sounds like a last wail from the lower world.

it was at iloilo that we took a local excursion steamer across to the pueblo of salai, in negros. it was a holiday excursion, and the boat was packed with natives out for fun. there was a peddler with a stock of lemon soda-water, sarsaparilla, sticks of boiled rice, cakes, and cigarettes. a game of monte was immediately started on the deck, the filipinos squatting anxiously around the dealer, wagering their suca ducos (pennies) or their silver pieces on the turn of certain cards. it was a perfectly good-natured game, rendered absurd by the concentric circles of bare feet surrounding it. there seemed to be a personality about those feet; there were the sleek extremities of some more prosperous councilman or insurrecto general; there were the horny feet of the old women, slim and bony, or a pair of great toes quizzically turned in; and there were flat feet, speckled, brown, or yellow, like a starfish cast up on the sand. they seemed to watch the game with interest, and to note every move the dealer made, smiling or frowning as they won or lost. there [64]was a tramway at salay, drawn by a bull, and driven by a fellow whose chief object seemed to be to linger with the se?orita at the terminus. the town was hotter than the desert of sahara, and as sandy; there was little prospect o￡ relief save in the distant mountains rising to the clouds in the blue distance.

returning to our caravansary at iloilo, we discovered that our beds had been assigned to others; there was nothing left to do but take possession of the first unoccupied beds that we saw. one of our party evidently got into the “spaniard’s” bed, the customary resting-place of the proprietor, for presently we were awakened by the anxious cries of the muchachos, “se?or, se?or, el espa?ol viene!” (sir, the spaniard comes!) but he was not to be put out by any spaniard, and expressed his sentiments by rolling over and emitting a loud snore. the spaniard, easily excited, on his entrance flew into an awful rage, while the usurper calmly snored, and the muchachos peeked in through the door at peril of their lives.

nothing especially of interest is to be found at iloilo,—only a long avenue containing spanish, [65]native, and chinese stores; a tiny plaza, where the city band played and the people promenaded hand in hand; a harbor flecked with white, triangular sails of native velas; and the river, where the coasting boats and tugs are lying at the docks. neat cattle take the place of carabaos here to a great extent. there is the usual stone fort that seems to belong to some scene of a comic opera. america was represented here by a young men’s christian association, a clubhouse, and a presidente. the troops then stationed in the town added a certain tone of liveliness.

it was a week of carol-singing in the streets, of comedies performed by strolling bands of children, masses, and concerts in the plaza. on christmas afternoon we went out to the track to see the bicycle races, which at that time were a fad among the filipinos. the little band played in the grand-stand, and the people cheered the racers as they came laboriously around the turn. the meet was engineered by some american, but, from a standpoint of close finishes, left much to be desired. the market-place on christmas eve was lighted by a thousand lanterns, and the little people [66]wandered among the booths, smoking their cigarettes and eating peanuts. until early morning the incessant shuffling in the streets kept up, for every one had gone to midnight mass. throughout the town the strumming of guitars, the voices of children, and the blare of the brass band was heard, and the next morning jack-pudding danced on the corner to the infinite amusement of the crowd. as for our own celebration, that was held in the back room of a local restaurant, the christmas dinner consisting of canned turkey and canned cranberry-sauce, canned vegetables, and ice-cream made of condensed milk.