CHAPTER VI

[To Bulacan by steamer.] My first excursion was to the province of

Bulacan, on the northern shore of the Bay of Manila. A couple of

hours brought the steamer to the bar of Binuanga (not Bincanga as

it is called in Coello's map), and a third to Bulacan, the capital

of the province, situated on the flat banks of an influent of the

Pampanga delta. I was the only European passenger, the others were

composed of Tagalogs, mestizos, and a few Chinese; the first more

particularly were represented by women, who are generally charged with

the management of all business affairs, for which they are much better

fitted than the men. As a consequence, there are usually more women

than men seen in the streets, and it appears to be an admitted fact

that the female births are more numerous than the male. According,

however, to the church-record which I looked through, the reverse was,

at any rate in the eastern provinces, formerly the case.

[Carromatas.] At the landing-place a number of carromatas were waiting

for us,--brightly painted, shallow, two-wheeled boxes, provided with

an awning, and harnessed to a couple of horses, in which strangers

with money to spend are quickly driven anywhere they may desire.

[Town of Bulacan.] The town of Bulacan contains from 11,000 to 12,000

inhabitants; but a month before my arrival, the whole of it, with the

exception of the church and a few stone houses, had been burnt to the

ground. All were therefore occupied in building themselves new houses,

which, oddly enough, but very practically, were commenced at the roof,

like houses in a drawing. Long rows of roofs composed of palm-leaves

and bamboos were laid in readiness on the ground, and in the meantime

were used as tents.

[Frequence of fires.] Similar destructive fires are very common. The

houses, which with few exceptions are built of bamboo and wood, become

perfectly parched in the hot season, dried into so much touchwood by

the heat of the sun. Their inhabitants are extremely careless about

fire, and there are no means whatever of extinguishing it. If anything

catches fire on a windy day, the entire village, as a rule, is utterly

done for. During my stay in Bulacan, the whole suburb of San Miguel,

in the neighborhood of Manila, was burnt down, with the exception of

the house of a Swiss friend of mine, which owed its safety to the

vigorous use of a private fire-engine, and the intermediation of a

small garden full of bananas, whose stems full of sap stopped the

progress of the flames.

[To Calumpit by carriage.] I travelled to Calumpit, a distance of

three leagues, in the handsome carriage of an hospitable friend. The

roads were good, and were continuously shaded by fruit-trees, coco and

areca palms. The aspect of this fruitful province reminded me of the

richest districts of Java; but the pueblos here exhibited more comfort

than the desas there. The houses were more substantial; numerous roomy

constructions of wood, in many cases, even, of stone, denoted in every

island the residence of official and local magnates. But while even

the poorer Javanese always give their wicker huts a smart appearance,

border the roads of their villages with blooming hedges, and display

everywhere a sense of neatness and cleanliness, there were here far

fewer evidences of taste to be met with. I missed too the alun-alun,

that pretty and carefully tended open square, which, shaded by waringa

trees, is to be met with in every village in Java. And the quantity

and variety of the fruit trees, under whose leaves the desas of Java

are almost hidden, were by no means as great in this province, although

it is the garden of the Philippines, as in its Dutch prototype.

[Calumpit.] I reached Calumpit towards evening, just as a procession,

resplendent with flags and torches, and melodious with song, was

marching round the stately church, whose worthy priest, on the strength

of a letter of introduction from Madrid, gave me a most hospitable

reception. Calumpit, a prosperous place of 12,250 inhabitants, is

situated at the junction of the Quingua and Pampanga rivers, in an

extremely fruitful plain, fertilized by the frequent overflowing of

the two streams.

[Mt. Arayat.] About six leagues to the north-west of Calumpit,

Mount Arayat, a lofty, isolated, conical hill, lifts its head. Seen

from Calumpit, its western slope meets the horizon at an angle of 20°,

its eastern at one of 25°; and the profile of its summit has a gentle

inclination of from 4° to 5°.

[Picking fish.] At Calumpit I saw some Chinese catching fish in a

peculiar fashion. Across the lower end of the bed of a brook which

was nearly dried up, and in which there were only a few rivulets

left running, they had fastened a hurdle of bamboo, and thrown up a

shallow dam behind it. The water which collected was thrown over the

dam with a long-handled winnowing shovel. The shovel was tied to a

bamboo frame work ten feet high, the elasticity of which made the

work much easier. As soon as the pool was emptied, the fisherman

was easily able to pick out of the mud a quantity of small fish

(Ophiocephalus vagus). These fishes, which are provided with peculiar

organisms to facilitate respiration, at any rate, enabling them to

remain for some considerable time on dry land, are in the wet season

so numerous in the ditches, ponds, and rice-fields, that they can

be killed with a stick. When the water sinks they also retire, or,

according to Professor Semper, bore deeply into the ooze at the bottom

of the watercourses, where, protected by a hard crust of earth from

the persecutions of mankind, they sleep away the winter. This Chinese

method of fishing seems well adapted to the habits of the fish. The

circumstances that the dam is only constructed at the lower end of

the watercourse, and that it is there that the fish are to be met

with in the greatest numbers, seem to indicate that they can travel

in the ooze, and that as the brooks and ditches get dried up, they

seek the larger water channels.

[To Baliwag.] Following the Quingua in its upward and eastward

course as it meandered through a well-cultivated and luxuriantly

fertile country, past stone-built churches and chapels which grouped

themselves with the surrounding palm-trees and bamboo-bushes into

sylvan vignettes, Father Llano's four-horsed carriage brought me to

the important town of Baliwag, the industry of which is celebrated

beyond the limits of the province.

[Board houses and their furniture.] I visited several families and

received a friendly reception from all of them. The houses were built

of boards and were placed upon piles elevated five feet above the

ground. Each consisted of a spacious dwelling apartment which opened on

one side into the kitchen, and on the other on to an open space, the

azotea; a lofty roof of palm-trees spread itself above the dwelling,

the entrance to which was through the azotea. The latter was half

covered by the roof I have just mentioned. The floor was composed

of slats an inch in width, laid half that distance apart. Chairs,

tables, benches, a cupboard, a few small ornaments, a mirror, and some

lithographs in frames, composed the furniture of the interior. The

cleanliness of the house and the arrangement of its contents testified

to the existence of order and prosperity.

[Tapis weaving.] I found the women in almost all the houses occupied

in weaving tapis, which have a great reputation in the Manila

market. They are narrow, thickly-woven silk scarves, six varas in

length, with oblique white stripes on a dark-brown ground. They are

worn above the sarong.

[Petaca cigar cases.] Baliwag is also especially famous for its

petaca [60]cigar-cases, which surpass all others in delicacy of

workmanship. They are not made of straw, but of fine strips of Spanish

cane, and particularly from the lower ends of the leaf-stalks of the

calamusart, which is said to grow only in the province of Nueva Ecija.

[Preparation of material.] A bundle of a hundred selected stalks,

a couple of feet long, costs about six reals. When these stalks have

been split lengthways into four or five pieces, the inner wood is

removed, till nothing but the outer part remains. The thin strips

thus obtained are drawn by the hand between a convex block and a

knife fixed in a sloping position, and between a couple of steel

blades which nearly meet.

[Costly weaving.] It is a task requiring much patience and

practice. In the first operation, as a rule, quite one-half of the

stems are broken, and in the second more than half, so that scarcely

twenty per cent of the stalks survive the final process. In very fine

matting the proportionate loss is still greater. The plaiting is done

on wooden cylinders. A case of average workmanship, which costs two

dollars on the spot, can be manufactured in six days' uninterrupted

labor. Cigar-cases of exceptionally intricate workmanship, made to

order for a connoisseur, frequently cost upwards of fifty dollars.

[Volcanic stone quarries.] Following the Quingua from Baliwag up its

stream, we passed several quarries, where we saw the thickly-packed

strata of volcanic stone which is used as a building material. The

banks of the river are thickly studded with prickly bamboos from

ten to twelve feet high. The water overflows in the rainy season,

and floods the plain for a great distance. Hence the many shells of

large freshwater mussels which are to be seen lying on the earth which

covers the volcanic deposit. The country begins to get hilly in the

neighborhood of Tobog, a small place with no church of its own, and

dependent for its services upon the priest of the next parish. The

gentle slopes of the hills are, as in Java, cut into terraces and

used for the cultivation of rice. Except at Lucban I have never

observed similar sawas anywhere else in the Philippines. Several small

sugar-fields, which, however, the people do not as yet understand

how to manage properly, show that the rudiments of agricultural

prosperity are already in existence. The roads are partly covered

with awnings, beneath which benches are placed affording repose to

the weary traveller. I never saw these out of this province. One

might fancy oneself in one of the most fertile and thickly-populated

districts of Java.

[A convento and the parish priest.] I passed the night in a convento,

as the dwelling of the parish priest is called in the Philippines. It

was extremely dirty, and the priest, an Augustinian, was full of

proselytish ardor. I had to undergo a long geographical examination

about the difference between Prussia and Russia; was asked whether

the great city of Nuremberg was the capital of the grand-duchy or of

the empire of Russia; learnt that the English were on the point of

returning to the bosom of the Catholic Church, and that the "others"

would soon follow, and was, in short, in spite of the particular

recommendation of Father Llanos, very badly received. Some little time

afterwards I fell into the hands of two young Capuchins, who tried to

convert me, but who, with the exception of this little impertinence,

treated me capitally. They gave me pâtés de foie gras boiled in water,

which I quickly recognized by the truffles swimming about in the

grease. To punish them for their importunity I refrained from telling

my hosts the right way to cook the pâtés, which I had the pleasure of

afterwards eating in the forest, as I easily persuaded them to sell

me the tins they had left. These are the only two occasions on which

I was subjected to this kind of annoyance during my eighteen months'

residence in the Philippines.

[Arrangements for travellers.] The traveller who is provided

with a passport is, however, by no means obliged to rely upon

priestly hospitality, as he needs must do in many isolated parts of

Europe. Every village, every hamlet, has its commonhouse, called casa

real or tribunal, in which he can take up his quarters and be supplied

with provisions at the market price, a circumstance that I was not

acquainted with on the occasion of my first trip. The traveller is

therefore in this respect perfectly independent, at least in theory,

though in practice he will often scarcely be able to avoid putting

up at the conventos in the more isolated parts of the country. In

these the priest, perhaps the only white man for miles around, is

with difficulty persuaded to miss the opportunity of housing such

a rare guest, to whom he is only too anxious to give up the best

bedroom in his dwelling, and to offer everything that his kitchen

and cellar can afford. Everything is placed before the guest in such

a spirit of sincere and undisguised friendliness, that he feels no

obligation, but on the contrary easily persuades himself that he is

doing his host a favor by prolonging his stay. Upon one occasion,

when I had determined, in spite of an invitation from the padre,

to occupy the casa real, just as I was beginning to instal myself,

the priest appeared upon the scene with the municipal officials and a

band of music which was in the neighborhood pending the preparations

for a religious festival. He made them lift me up, chair and all,

and with music and general rejoicing carried me off to his own house.

[Kupang iron-foundry.] On the following day I paid a visit to Kupang,

an iron-foundry lying to the N.N.E of Angat, escorted by two armed

men, whose services I was pressed to accept, as the district had a bad

reputation for robberies. After travelling three or four miles in a

northerly direction, we crossed the Banauon, at that time a mere brook

meandering through shingle, but in the rainy season an impetuous stream

more than a hundred feet broad; and in a couple of hours we reached the

iron-works, an immense shed lying in the middle of the forest, with

a couple of wings at each end, in which the manager, an Englishman,

who had been wrecked some years before in Samar, lived with his wife,

a pretty mestiza. If I laid down my handkerchief, my pencil, or any

other object, the wife immediately locked them up to protect them from

the kleptomania of her servants. These poor people, whose enterprise

was not a very successful one, had to lead a wretched life. Two years

before my visit a band of twenty-seven robbers burst into the place,

sacked the house, and threw its mistress, who was alone with her

maid at the time, out of the window. She fortunately alighted without

receiving any serious hurt, but the maid, whom terror caused to jump

out of the window also, died of the injuries she received. The robbers,

who turned out to be miners and residents in Angat, were easily caught,

and, when I was there, had already spent a couple of years in prison

awaiting their trial.

[A negrito family.] I met a negrito family here who had friendly

relations with the people in the iron-works, and were in the habit

of exchanging the produce of the forest with them for provisions. The

father of this family accompanied me on a hunting expedition. He was

armed with a bow and a couple of arrows. The arrows had spear-shaped

iron points a couple of inches long; one of them had been dipped

into arrow-poison, a mixture that looked like black tar. The women

had guitars (tabaua) similar to those used by the Mintras in the

Malay peninsula. They were made of pieces of bamboo a foot long,

to which strings of split chair-cane were fastened. [61]

[Unwelcome hospitality.] Upon my return, to avoid spending the night

at the wretched convento where I had left my servant with my luggage,

I took the advice of my friends at the iron-works and started late,

in order to arrive at the priest's after ten o'clock at night; for

I knew that the padre shut up his house at ten, and that I could

therefore sleep, without offending him, beneath the roof of a wealthy

mestizo, an acquaintance of theirs. About half-past ten I reached

the latter's house, and sat down to table with the merry women of

the family, who were just having their supper. Suddenly my friend the

parson made his appearance from an inner room, where with a couple of

Augustinian friars, he had been playing cards with the master of the

house. He immediately began to compliment me upon my good fortune,

"for had you been but one minute later," said he, "you certainly

wouldn't have got into the convento."

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