The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-07-21

last wear through the knowledge ne
rainod Mt Las NunOS. and HSher
standard of living is inevitable
The school is not an experiment Sla-
tion hut a college. Its extension work
cxerts n wide influence, however, as lt3
graduates emigrate TO the 1er'lle
nluteuu of NUndanao and many other
places.
After leaving Las Munos the ROAD
runs as straight as die for miles OH
end. Then comes the famous Behguet
road, Is miles long, one OF the nneSI
mountajn roads in the world. over
which the sturdy automobile TRUCKS
carry freight and passengers from the
hor pIain to the cool summer resort
II was surveyed by army experts, VINO
said it would cost $4,000. so far' II
has cost 80 times that amount, anu
| frequent slides and washouts ado |"
| the total cost annually.
PecuIiarities of 5aguio.
Baguio is not place, but collec>
/ ton of places, separated by plheclhu
/ hills and lovely valleys. Mrs. McElroy
was at Camp John Hay, two mlles
from the hotel, and the professor ana
| set out after dinner to fnd hef. Inc
moon was bright and nearly full, tile
roads inviting and the air delightful.
Here and there the lights of 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 dozen
questions, we arrived at the corrai
and, by accident, came upon the cot
tarp where she was staying. After a
false start and new start l made the
four kilometers back to the hotel IN
10 minutes.
/ | slept well, getting up at a. m.
and putting on q sweater coat ana
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 great feast
off the protruding ribs. The lgOrrOteS
are about as much like the cultured
, FiIipinos 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
q the Filipiu0s as has the story that the
= Chinese eat rats to turn US against the
? well-bred Chinese, who not only do not
I eat rats, but even have distaste for
5 caviar and limburger.
= Our first u kilOmeterS from Bagulo
: were made in motOrcar on narrow
p trail. with primitive bridges and sharp
p 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
V stick was tied, or black porkers with
t lead reins knotted through their ears.
. Our motorcar caused no surprise. Mr..
Moss. whose Is years among the
h mountain peoples makes him an aU-
thority, says that the IgorroteS would
: be surprised if the Americans did not
surprise them.
c Up the Mountain on Ponies.
v Mounting our small ponies, we rode
d for IS kilometers over high trails, then
s on the hillside opposite, stood the log
r hut that was to house us for the night.
It A sharp gallop of a few minutes
S, brought us to the resthouse &C Camp
st Thirty, 80 kilometers from Baguio.
n Our evening meal was excellent and
q the big fire was a welcome companion.
IS After dinner we stepped out into the
t,,H+ Of &c
/. Sunday" and the reverent answer was
l. 81 don't believe ever worshiped God
IS more truly than today"
'e went out to see how my little buck,
ID skin pony was faring, and after he had
al rubbed his nose against my hand
left the dark stable and walked slowly
to the rough hut that was home fol
1t the night. One great pine stood ou
e, black and mighty against the sky II
s. which the last light of day fingered
er AS I entered the big room where thu
IN men sat around the bright fire, no
ID ticed that had been humming:
Is "Now the day is over,
OF Night Is drawing nigh;
ut Shadows Of the evening
Steel across the sky"
st
We Up there, on the "long, long traI
re a-winding back to the land Of m
ed Dreams" song had spontaneous
on sprung to my lips. 1t was Sunday, On
by that was my evening hymn, high u
on the mountainside, under the star
If
~ Poor Hubby.
on Hub Tin an outburst Of enthusiasm
by You know, Mary, I'm ambitious an
RS, want to be something great. As tt
ir- expression goes, I want to do thin.
Is the worst way.
ner Wife (quietly)-You generally d