Yesterdays in the PhilippinesStevens, Joseph Earle
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Yesterdays in the Philippines
Stevens, Joseph Earle
Philippines -- Description and travel
Countless little booths stood like mushrooms round about outside,
and cheap jewellery, made in Germany, found ready sale. The dancing
and shouting increased as the sun sank in the west, until the ground
fairly shook and the dust arose in vast clouds. Around the edge of
the church, under the porticoes, slept sections of the multitude
who were preparing themselves to take part in the proceedings when
others were tired out. It was a motley crowd, a motley scene, and an
unforgettable collection of perfumes.
We left after a few hours' stay, and got back to Manila to find water
a foot deep in some of the streets, as a result of one of the tropical
thunder-storms which have now begun in real earnest. And speaking of
rain, everything is looking fresh and green, now that the dusty days
of the hot season are a thing of the past. All the bamboo-trees have
leafed out anew, flowering shrubs have taken life, and all nature
seems to have had a bath.
One of the most showy trees in Manila is the arbol de fuego (fire-tree)
and this product of nature resembles a large oak in general and
a full-blown Japanese cherry blossom in particular. Many of the
streets in the city are bordered with groups of these fire-trees,
of large and stately dimensions, and at present they are simply
one mass of huge flaming red blossoms growing thickly together and
showing a wonderful fire-like carnation color. Scarcely any leaves
make their appearance on these trees during the season of blossom,
and although now and then bits of green look out from the mass of red,
yet the general effect is a vast blaze of burning color.
We have left our country house on the hills of Santa Mesa, and have
moved down to a little villa on the seacoast. The third man of our
party, like many of his brother Englishmen who are burdened with
small salaries but large debit balances, has at last decided to save
money and room at his office. The house had too many regular boarders
in the form of rats and snakes, was too large and too far off for
the two of us left, and we decided to make a move to the seashore
district. Our army of servants successfully solved the transportation
problems involved, and we are now settled in new quarters. Although we
miss the view of the mountains, and even the paddy-fields, we now get
the salt air first hand, look out over the waters of the Bay, and are
lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beating of the waves on the beach. Our
view seaward leads the eye across a beautiful garden belonging to one
of the rich house-owners living directly on the shore front, and the
green of the trees, with the scent of somebody else's flowers, temper
both the excess of glare and the brackish qualities of the sea-breeze.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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