CHAPTER VIII

Appearance of the Ilongots.--Dress.--Issue of beads and

cloth.--Warrior dance.--School work.--Absence of old women

from meeting.

The next morning we turned out early, and got our first real

"look-see." Campote is completely surrounded by mountains, the

hogback dropping off into the valley below us. About four or five

hundred people had assembled, men, women, and children. As a rule,

they were small and well built, but not so well built as the tribes

farther north. The men were fully armed with spears, bows and arrows,

shields, and head-knives; gee-strings apart, they were naked. Some of

them wore on the head the scarlet beak of the hornbill; these had taken

heads. Quite a number, both men and women, had a small cross-like

pattern tattooed on the forehead; the significance of this I did

not learn. The shield is in one piece, in longitudinal cross-section

like a very wide flat V open toward the bearer, the top terminating

in a piece rising between two scoops, one on each side of the median

line. The women had on short skirts and little jackets (like what,

I am told, we call bolero jackets), the bosom being bare. Around

the waist they wore bands of brass wire or of bamboo stained red and

wound around with fine brass wire. These bamboo bands were pretty and

artistic. You saw the children as they happened to be; the only thing

to note about them being that they were quite bright-looking. What

the men lacked in clothes they made up in their hair, for they wore

it long and some of them had it done up in the most absolute Psyche

knots. Such earrings as we saw were worn in the upper cartilage of

the ear. It may be remarked, too, that the women had a contented and

satisfied air, as though sure of their power and position; we found

this to be the case generally throughout the Mountain Country.

The purpose of the visit being to cultivate pleasant relations with and

receive the confidence of these shy people, the real business of the

day was soon opened. Mr. Worcester took his place in the shade of his

shack, and proceeded to the distribution of red calico, beads, combs,

mirrors, and other small stuff, the people coming up by _rancherías_

(settlements or villages); none of the highlanders seem to have any

conception of tribal organization, a condition no doubt due to the

absence of communications. A _cabecilla_, or head man, would receive

two meters, his wife one, and others smaller measures. This sort

of thing was carefully studied out, so far as rank was concerned,

for it would never do to give a common person even approximately

as much as a _cabecilla_. One _ranchería_ would take all red beads,

another white, another blue, and so on. Not once did I see a trace

of greediness or even eagerness, though interest was marked. The

whole thing was conducted in the most orderly fashion, the various

_rancherías_ awaiting their turn with exemplary patience. [17]

The issue over, dancing began. In this only men and boys took part,

to the music of small rude fiddles, tuned in fifths, [18] played by

the men, and of a queer instrument consisting of two or three joints of

bamboo with strings stretched over bridges, beaten with little sticks

by the women. The fiddles must be of European origin. The orchestra,

seven or eight all told, sat in the shade, surrounded by an admiring

crowd. Among them was a damsel holding a civilized umbrella over her

head, whereof the stick and the rib-points were coquettishly decorated

with white horse-hair tied in little brushes, doubtless furnished by

our white pony.

The dancing at once fixed our attention. Two or three men, though

usually only two, took position on the little terreplein below the

shack, and began a slow movement, taking very short, formal, staccato

steps in a circle against the sun. Keeping back to back and side to

side, they maintained the whole body in a tense, rigid posture with

the chest out, head up and thrown back, abdomen drawn in, right hand

straight out, the left also, holding a shield, eyes glazed and fixed,

knees bent forward. Between the steps, the dancers would stand in

this strained, tense position, then move forward a few inches, and so

on around the circle. After a little of this business, for that is

just what it was, the next part came on, a simulation of fighting:

and, as everything before was as stiff, strained, and rigid as it

was possible to be, so now everything was light, graceful, agile,

and quick; leaps forward and back, leaps sideways, the two combatants

maneuvering, as it were, one around the other, for position. It was

hard to realize that human motions could be so graceful, light and

easy. Then head-knives were drawn, and cuts right, and cuts left,

cuts at every part of the body from the head to the ankles, were

added to the motion; the man on the defensive for the moment making

suitable parries with his shield.

The dance completed, the dancers would advance and face Mr. Worcester,

put their heels together in true military fashion, hold their arms out

right and left, and make a slight inclination of the head, a sort of

salute, in fact, to the one they regarded as the principal personage

of the party.

We saw much dancing later on in our trip, but none that equalled this

in intensity and character, apart from its being of a totally different

kind, Heiser managed, with some difficulty, to take a photograph of

the tense phase of one of the dances; it gives a better idea of the

phase than my imperfect description.

The dancing was followed by archery, the target being a small banana

stem at some thirty paces. This calls for no especial comment,

except that many hits were made, and many of the misses would have

hit a man. More interesting was an ambush they laid for us, to show

how they attacked. While collecting for it, to our astonishment the

entire party suddenly ran in all directions at top speed and hid

behind whatever offered. On their return, in four or five minutes,

they explained that a spirit had suddenly appeared among them, and

that they had had to run. On our asking how they knew a spirit had

turned up, they asked if we had not noticed leaves and grass flying in

a spiral. As a matter of fact, some of us had, a very small and very

gentle whirlwind having formed for a second or two. They had seen it,

too, and that was the spirit.

It was now mid-day; we had _tiffin_, and began preparations for

our departure. The various arms, shields, and other things we had

bought were collected to be cargadoed back to Pangasinán. Among them,

alas! were not two beautiful head-knives, which their wearers had

absolutely declined to part with on any terms whatever. They resisted

the Governor-General even. I give a photograph here of a knife and

scabbard that Connor sent me on later. It is a handsome one, but not

as handsome as those two jewels!

Our last performance was to look at the garden and to see the school

at work, making thread and rope, weaving mats, and so on. I take it

that this school was really the significant thing at Campote, apart

from the significance of the occasion itself. We spent but little time

over it, however, our interest in the arts of war having left us only

a few minutes for those of peace. Nevertheless, here is a beginning

that will bear fruit, and in the meantime Connor rides alone and

in safety among these wild people, which proves a good many things,

when you select the right man to do your hard work.

Mr. Worcester, as we rode off, expressed the liveliest satisfaction

with the meeting. These people, returning to their _rancherías_, he

said, would talk for a year of their treatment at the hands of the

Americans, of the gift of _palay_ (rice) to four hundred people,

for two days, to say nothing of two _vacas_ (cows) and of other

gifts. Next year, he hoped, half of them would come in; besides, the

start made was good; the presence of so many women and children was a

good sign, and equally good was the total absence of old women. For

these are a source of trouble and mischief with their complaints of

the degeneracy of the times. They address themselves particularly

to the young men, accusing them of a lack of courage and of other

parts, taunting them with the fact that the young women will have

none of them, that in _their_ day _their_ young men brought in heads,

etc. Thus it has happened, especially when any native drink was going

about, that trouble has followed. It is the practice, therefore,

of our Government when arranging these meetings to suggest that the

old women be left at home, and if so left, it is a good indication.

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