River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1917-06-28

last year through the knowledge he
gained at Las Munos, and a higher
standard of living is inevitable.
The school is not an experiment sta
ton, but college. It's extension work
exerts wide influence, however, as it's
graduates emigrate to the fertile
plateau of Mindanao and many other
places.
After leaving Las Munos the road
runs as straight as die for miles on
end. Then comes the famous Benguet
road, Is miles long, one of the finest
mountain roads in the world, over
which the sturdy automobile trucks
carry freight and passengers from the
hot plain to the cool summer resort.
It was surveyed by army experts, who
said it would cost $4,000. So far, it
has cost 40 times that amount, and
frequent slides and washouts add to
the total cost annually.
PecuIiarities of Baquio.
Baguio is not place, but cOllec-
ton of places, separated by pineclad
hills and lovely valleys. Mrs. McElrOy
was at Camp John Hay, two miles
from the hotel, and the professor and
I set out after dinner to find her. The
moon was bright and nearly full, the
roads inviting and the air delightful.
Here and there the lights Of q RAM
bling residence shOne from some
rounded knoll above which the stately
pines rose in silhouette against the
glorious Southern Cross. After more
than an hour of walking and a dozen
questions, we arrived at the corral
and, by accident, came upon the cot
tage where she was staying. After a
false start and new start made the
four kilometers back to the hotel in
40 minutes.
slept well, getting up at 2 a. m.
and putting on q sweater coat and
pulling the blankets closer around me.
Shivering in the Philippines. Brr-rrr
We spent next morning selecting
horses, or rather ponies, for our trip
and visiting the dog market, where the
IgorOtes bought and sold half-starved
CANNES with visions of a great feast
off the protruding ribs. The IgorrOtes
are about as much like the cultured
Filipinos as they are are like cultured
Americans or cultured japanese; but
the fact that the IgorrOtes eat dogs has
done as much to prejudice us against
the Filipinos as has the story that the
Chinese eat rats to turn us against the
well-bred Chinese, who not only do not
eat rats, but even have a distaste for
caviar and limburger.
Our first II kilometers from BaguiO
were made in mOtOrcar on narrow
trail, with primitive bridges and sharp
turns. On the way we passed parties
of IgOrrotes returning from the noun
tain metropolis, leading gaunt dogs
with cords in the middle of which a
stick was tied, or black pOrkers with
lead reins knotted through their ears.
Our motorcar caused no surprise. Mr..
Moss, whose - years among the
mountain peoples makes him an au-
thority, says that the Igorrotes would
be surprised if the Americans did not
surprise them.
Up the Mountain on Ponies.
Mounting our small ponies, we rode
for 10 kilometers over high trails, then
on the hillside opposite, stood the log
hut that was to house us for the night.
A sharp gallop Of a few minutes
brought us to the resthouse at Camp
Thirty, 80 kilometers from Baguio.
Our evening meal was excellent and
the big fire was welcome companion.
After dinner we stepped out into the
moonlight. Someone said, "This is
Sunday" and the reverent answer was,
II don't believe ever worshiped God
more truly than today"
went out to see how my little buck
skin pony was faring, and after he had
rubbed his nose against my hand !
left the dark stable and walked slowly
to the rough hut that was home for
the night. One great pine stood out
black and mighty against the sky In
which the last light Of day fingered.
AS / entered the big room where the
men sat around the bright fire, I no
ticed that I had been. humming:
snow the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steel across the sky"
Up there, on the '1ong, long trail
a-winding back to the land Of my