The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-09-03
AMERICAN WOMAN V|s|TSQUEERCORNERs
OF WORLD; Sees CONTINENT ON MULE
Mrs. Harriet Chalmers Adams Cries When Mere Boy Goes to Bat
tie in The PhIppines-Dring the Trip She Learns That
Head Hunting Is Practically at an End in
Ecuador.

New York.-Mrs. Harriet Chalmers
Adams returned recently from hasty
survey of the odd corners Of the
world. She saw white rajahs, head
hunters, tigers, pythons and all the
picturesque items of life on the other
side of the globe. And-being blessed
with the consistent inconsistency OF a
charming woman-she was most i'm
pressed by an American boy-just a
kid of twenty-five or thereabouts-the
sort of youngster you can see ON ev-
cry corner.
''He was an officer of the Philippine
constabulary," said Mrs. Adams, in
charge of district in Jolo occupied
by an unsubdued and piratical tribe of
Moros. We approached Bagsak by
boat"-(N Mote: That name sounds all
right and looks all right, but It isn't
guaranteed)-"and as our steamer
drew up to the wharf we could hear
the rifles popping In the town. We
knew that war had broken out"
Cries for Young Officer.
Anything may happen, and usually
does. in Moroland. The Inhabitants
are very handy with all sorts of weap-
ons, and have no weak antipathy to
blood. But the twenty-two-year-old
officer, In command of his little squad,
six or eight saddle colored constables,.
hoped cheerily to the pier, and waved
his handkerchief in farewell, and then
said:
"H'rup."
So that the forlorn little bundle of
brown men. their narrow shoulders
bracing in imitation of the soldiery
swing of the white man ahead, trotted
toward that small hell which was boil
ing over in Bagsak. The boat squat
tered and groaned away from the pier
Mrs. Adams went to her tiny cabin to
have her cry. There didn't seem a
chance for that cheerful youngster
ever to get out alive, and the sacrifice
seemed such useless one. She met
him later, though. He had diplomatic
ally bumped few Sulu heads together.
So they gave him feast, and are
likely waiting for the chance to stick
him in the back.
After all, he was just typical Off
Ger OF constabulary. Mrs. Adams adds.
These youngsters-they range in age
from twenty-five to thirty-two-are do
ing that sort of thing all the time, so
that peace has very largely fallen upon
the Philippines. She found igorrotes
wearing wildcat skins about their
shoulders working out their road
taxes. Thank the constables for that
irony. An almost equally valuable
Philippine asset is the force OF medi-
cal missionaries.
Salvation" says Mrs Adams, FOL
lows sanitation. The missionaries
carry Bible in one hand, but in the
other they have bottles of castor oil
for the interior, and coal oil for the
surface of their brown friends"
With her husband, F. p. Adams, OF
the Pan-American organization In
Washington, Mrs. Adams has crossed
South America on muleback, lived for
months where no white woman has
ever been seen before, and had adven-
lures that would make lifetime's talk
for the average sportsman. This be-
ing considered, 1t is of a certain i'm
portance that she Is very pretty wo.
man. On this years trip she visited
Rajah Brooke in Borneo, the third
white rajah of his line and the only
one left in the world. He lives In regal
state, unbothered by telephones, in
his province of Sarawak. 1t adds a
picturesque modern touch to learn
that he married into fiourishing Eng
lish biscuit business.
English Women Wonderful.
Those wonderful English women in
Borneo," said Mrs. Adams in admira-
ton. "They are the finest frontier wo-
men in the world. Where their teapot
is is home. they were preparing to
go hundreds Of miles by boat to the