The Philippine IslandsA political, Geographical, ethnographical, social and commercial history of the Philippine Archipelago and its political dependencies, embracing the whole period of Spanish rule . nd felt his way to the other side again to fetch my saddle-bags. So far the luggage was safe; how Nicomedis was going tocross v/as, as yet, problematical. As wo Avere reflecting on what should be done—for my ponyseemed destined to become a fixture—a native woman, apparently awell-to-do peasant, came along in a tali sledge—a pardgus—drawn bya couple of splendid buffaloes. She accosted me, and see
The Philippine IslandsA political, Geographical, ethnographical, social and commercial history of the Philippine Archipelago and its political dependencies, embracing the whole period of Spanish rule . nd felt his way to the other side again to fetch my saddle-bags. So far the luggage was safe; how Nicomedis was going tocross v/as, as yet, problematical. As wo Avere reflecting on what should be done—for my ponyseemed destined to become a fixture—a native woman, apparently awell-to-do peasant, came along in a tali sledge—a pardgus—drawn bya couple of splendid buffaloes. She accosted me, and seemed verymuch concerned about my predicament. She addressed me as DonJuan, and evidently had seen me before. It turned out that she wasthe mother of my native planter friend in San Juan, and that the dcjprevious, before the heavy rain fell, she had left the house to visitsome fields in this direction which she Avas having drained. Sheseemed really very anxious about me, and had one of her buffaloestaken out of the sledge and yoked to my pony, which vras hauled outby force. Whilst this was going on, one of her rustics arrived on aback. **Are you really going onto Rosario? she asked. It is. ON THE MUD TRACK TOWARDS LIPA. 435 ten leagues from San Juau.* Yes, I said, I never like to turnback. But there are brigands on the way ; sixteen of them havejust turned off the high road towards the plantations, and they willsee you. I will send my man back to tell six of my people toaccompany you on ponies as far as the estate-house of Don Juan (aproprietor in Lipa). I thanked her and mounted her mans pony,whilst he led my animal, which was in too indecent a condition forriding, to a bungalow close by. Nicomedis pony was attached by apiece of bush-rope to the buffalo, so that, by hook or by crook, he hadto get through the pool. At the hut, we—the ponies and I—hada wash down, the natives kindly throwing cocoa-nut shells full ofwater over us. Then, folloAving the good old womans ord
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