Yesterdays in the PhilippinesStevens, Joseph Earle
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Yesterdays in the Philippines
Stevens, Joseph Earle
Philippines -- Description and travel
On all sides save the one by which we had entered rose the mountains
right out of the water, and I was reminded of Norway or Scotland. It
was like a sea, and the farther shore was below the horizon. The sun
had set and the full moon rose just ahead as we kept along the coast
to the north. At half after eight o'clock we anchored off a little
town called Santa Cruz that seemed to be backed up by two very lofty
mountain-peaks, and we were soon surrounded by two bancas filled with
natives who began to transfer our many effects. And so we left the
launch, were slowly poled ashore, and next found ourselves on a sandy
beach surrounded by much people and baggage. Dispatching two of our
retinue up into the town to fetch enough of the two-wheeled covered
gigs called carromatas for our assembly, in about three-quarters of
an hour we had the felicity of seeing seven come racing down the road
to the lake shore. Our destination, by the way, was a town called
Pagsanjan, about three-quarters of an hour from Santa Cruz, and
situated just at the foot of a range of mountains. The chattels were
soon loaded, there was a cracking of whips, a creaking of harness,
and the long procession started off at a rattling gait through the
town and out into the rich cocoanut groves beyond.
At Manila, outside of bamboo and banana trees, there is no sign of
really equatorial vegetation, but up in the mountains there was no
deception, and Nature did her best to let us know that the temperate
zone was far away. We bounced along at a terrific pace and presently
saw the lights of our little village. Rattling through an old stone
archway, we drew up before the house of a certain Captain Feliz,
to whom we had been recommended. The genial old man, whose face and
corporosity were charmingly circular in their rotundity, welcomed us
with open-armed hospitality, and saying he knew of just the house
that would accommodate our party, started to lead us to it. After
a few steps he suddenly stopped, apologized smilingly, said he had
forgotten his set of false teeth, and must return for them. And coming
back shortly after, he took out his teeth, commented on their grace
and usefulness, and said he could speak much better Spanish with than
without them.
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