Adventures in the Philippine IslandsLa Gironière, Paul P. de
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Adventures in the Philippine Islands
La Gironière, Paul P. de
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disasters to which we had been exposed, and, with reunited strength,
and abundant provisions for the day, we began to mount the high hills
which separate the gulf of Maoban from the lake of Bay. The journey
was laborious and painful. At seven o'clock we embarked on the lake,
and towards midnight we reached Jala-Jala, where I very speedily
forgot all the toil and trouble of my long and dangerous journey,
while pressing my son in my arms and covering him with paternal kisses.
My excellent friend Vidie, to whom I sold my house and establishment,
gave me letters which he had received from Manilla, and from them I
learned that my presence was desired there on affairs of importance. I
resolved to start on the following day.
CHAPTER XIII
I Determine not again to Separate from my Son--I take
him to Manilla--The Effects of the Wound I received among
the Ajetas--My Recovery--Kindness of the Spanish and other
Inhabitants of Manilla--Illness of my Son--I return with him to
Jala-Jala--Sorrowful Remembrances--The Death of my poor Boy--His
Interment--My frantic Grief and Despair--I Determine to Quit the
Philippines--I am Called to Manilla by Madame Dolorès Seneris--My
Final Departure from Jala-Jala--I Arrive at Manilla, where I
resume Practice as a Surgeon--I Embark for France--Discontent--My
Travels through Europe--I Marry again--Death of my Mother and my
Second Wife--Conclusion.
Having now concluded my last trip into the interior of the Philippines,
I was desirous of not separating myself again from my son, the only
being that remained to me of all those whom I had loved so tenderly. I
took him with me to Manilla; but I did not altogether bid farewell
to Jala-Jala, yet I had almost the intention of never going back to it.
The journey was as agreeable as my melancholy recollections would
permit. I experienced such pleasure in holding my boy in my arms,
and in receiving his gentle caresses, that I occasionally forgot
every sorrow.
I arrived at Manilla, and took up my quarters in the environs, at
the abode of Baptiste Vidie, brother of the friend whom I had left
at Jala-Jala.
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