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the great fireplace. The air was
cool and bracing. Outside, the
breezes stirred the giant pines whose
mastlike trunks reached high into the
air in a vain attempt to look over the
1,0OO-foot cliff against which our log
resthouse nestles in a bed Of ferns,
writes Maynard Owen Williams to the
Christian Herald.
We are on the mountain trail of
Benguet, in northern Luzon, in the
Philippines, resting in a resthouse
which deserves the name. Roughing it
in northern Luzon is what Irwin Cobb
would call "de luxe" Rich, f1avory
oyster stew, fricasseed chicken, tender
peas, sweet potatoes, tea, blueberries
and hot biscuit and honey are all we
have had for lunch, but we had all we
could eat, and the Filipino cook is the
best cook and the tidiest housekeeper
in the Philippines, which is going some.
To appreciate the cool shade of the
lofty pines and the clean, rustic charm
of our pine palace of repose, we must
shoot back to Manila and begin our
trip by auto in the delightful cool Of
morning.
Several men with whom had ex-
pected to have interviews were either
out of Manila or in the hospital, and
things seemed to be moving in a circle.
Then, one morning, I read that Direc-
tor of Education Marquardt, Prof. R.
NJ. McElroy of Princeton and others
were to make a tour of inspection Of
the schools in the Igorrote and fugao
districts north of Baguio, and pro-
ceeded, as automatically as possible,
to "butt in."
| We are travelling in the wilds, where
few years ago head-hunters made
gruesome collections. There are
pythons here and wild boar and other
game in plenty, none of which I have
seen trace of as yet.
Motoring on Fine Roads.
1t is ten hours by auto from Manila
to the summer capital of the Philip
pines at Baguio, 175 miles away and
5000 feet higher up, where blankets
are needed in summer.
For 80 kilometers from Manila the
big seven-passenger car in which Mr.
Miller, his twelve-year-old son, Pro-
fessor McElroy and myself Travelled
rolled luxuriously over the fine
roads through towering arches Of Co
conut palms, mango trees and fire
trees (Which become a mass of red
blossoms) over old Spanish bridges
and modern concrete ones spanning
shady, curving streams in which der.
ricklike fishing nets rose above the
boats, which lay idly at anchor in the
warm radiance of the morning light
We passed thousands of nipa huts
with thatched roofs, built up on stills
so as to keep them dry in the heavy
rains, and to afford a shady retreat
for the razor-backed porkers with long
snouts like their wild ancestors, and
the spindly legged game roosters with
shiny plumage, slender necks and
heads, and boastful crows-the sport
ing animals of the islands.
In every town there is a Catholic
church, its steeple topping the view
and it's whitewashed or calcimined
walls crumbling through the ravages
of time in a humid climate. Farther
on, towns are fewer, and the heat
beats into ones face in hot gusts
while the baked fields seem almost
barren, except for cogon grass ol
weeds. For miles we did not see 8
house, and the only sign of life was
the wavering rush Of crowded motor
cars, which dash by at frenzied speed
After passing a toll bridge, which col
lapses when the rainy season makes
heavy bamboo RATS necessary, we
turned aside from the main road ant
visited the North Luzon Agricultural
college at Las MunOs.
Teaching the Natives Farming.
The school is not show place, but
workshop, and it's director, Mr.. Moe
a graduate Of the University of Wis
l'consin, is working with ideas rather
than expensive equipment. Tuition
is free, and each boy earns his foot
by working at productive labor at the
rate of three cents an hour, with meals
costing four cents each. The boys no
only build their own buildings, bu
have set up a machine shop with {
discarded traction engine, which cos