CHAPTER 5. At Home Among Filipinos and Negritos.

Arrival at Florida Blanca - The Schoolmaster's House Kept by Pupils in their Master's Absence - Everyday Scenes at Florida Blanca - A Filipino Sunday - A Visit to the Cock-fighting Ring - A Strange Church Clock and Chimes - Pugnacious Scene at a Funeral - Strained Relations between Filipinos and Americans - My New Servant - Victoriano, an Ex-officer of Aguinaldo's Army, and his Six Wives - I Start for the Mountains - "Free and easy" Progress of my Buffalo-cart - Ascent into the Mountains - Arrival at my Future Abode - Description of my Hut and Food - Our Botanical Surroundings - Meetings with the Negritos - Friendliness and Mirth of the Little People - Negritos may properly be called Pigmies - Their Appearance, Dress, Ornaments and Weapons - An Ingenious Pig-arrow - Extraordinary Fish-traps - Their Rude Barbaric Chanting - Their Chief and His House - Cure of a Malarial Fever and its Embarrassing Results - "Agriculture in the Tropics" - A Hairbreadth Escape - Filipino Blowpipes - A Pigmy Hawk in Pigmyland - The Elusive PITTA - Names of the Birds - A Moth as Scent Producer - Flying Lizards and other kinds - A "Tigre" Scare by Night - Enforced Seclusion of Female Hornbill.

When collecting in the Philippines, I put in most of my time in the Florida Blanca Mountains, in the province of Pampanga, Northern Luzon. I arrived one evening after dark at the good-sized village of Florida Blanca, which is situated a few miles from the foot of the mountain, whose name it shares. I carried a letter to the American schoolmaster, who was the only white man in the district, and had been a soldier in the late war. It seemed to me a curious policy on the part of the American government to turn their soldiers into schoolmasters, especially as in most cases they are very ignorant themselves. I believe, however, the chief object is to teach the young Filipinos English, and so turn them into live American citizens. The Americans are far from popular in the Philippines, and when in Manila I was strongly advised not to wear KHAKI in the jungle for fear of being taken for an American soldier.