Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-02-15

to their grotesque and fearful mien. the after
noon sun tipping the blades of their six foot
spears with fire. Their faces were beStial and
impressive. Some were showing q white line
above the iris OF dilated eyes. Thrust In their
girdles were the terrible head-axes that shear
through neck-muscles and yertebrae like u
knife going through butter. Godaran looked
over as il were q horse at fair After
. rather prolonged inspection he turned to his
head hunters and said something at which they
guffawed unpleasantly. The interpreter trans
lated:
This Is the strong man. who splits rock
with his fst but he doesn't look like IT."
I shook hands with him, smiling. but ciench-
ing my fingers around his fist until felt the
bones OF his hand move. Goderan's face re-
manned impressive, but when released his hand
he stroked it pensivey and made another
mark that fetched another Igorote guf1aw.
This Is the strong man who splits rock with
hts fist, and it feels like it,"
At the pow-wow in my house that night I
preached the delicate subject of peace treaty
between the Kahnassans and the Apayaos. Oh,
what night it was! Delegates Of the League
Of Nations at international conference will
know something Of what misunderstanding,
coaxing and explaining every sentence having
to be translated by the interpreter I did not
feel that was cutting much ice. Godaran's
interest in the project was superficial. That
wicked old man persisted IN regarding as
the star turn from = purely personal angle.
was the strong man who splits rock with his
fist Nothing else mattered at the moment.
His assurances Of friendship toward me we're
not extended in any noticeable way to the
Apayaos; and the peace treaty still seemed
far away as ever when he made an astonishing
suggestion: Godaran earnestly asked if I
would consent to become his blood brother,
according to the ceremonial Of the Igorot0S.
thought swiftly and perceived the opening
for y diplomatic coup. told the interpreter
that would certainly agree, but only upon one
condition.
''whats tire oo0dttions" the interpreter in
CURED
Never mind tAat," replied Tel hAm
what I say"
Godaran was delighted and eagerly asked the
conditions I could see that he was ready to
promise anything.
IT wiH enter tire blood compact with the
chief Of the Kalinassans." said. clenching my
right hand and looking at it earnestly N was
the hand that split the rock-with the undis-
closed assistance Of dynamite-and Godaraa
looked at It. too, fascinated. "But that is i'm
possible while the Kalinassans are making war
ON the Apayaos and collecting their heads. A.
Goderan's blood-brother I should be held re-
spcnsible to the Philippine authorities. There
must be peace" ~
That was enough had won.
THE great pow-wow between the chiefs Of the
Kalinassans ind tire Apayaos took place a
few days later in the council chamber Of the
Presidential. and never. should say were SO
many murderous villains gathered together
under roof. This senate of head hunters
is one of the travel pictures that remains in
delibly in my memory Here were horde Of
blood Letting heather debating excitedly under
the guiding influence Of one OF two white men.
They were ranged for safety on separate sides
Of the council chamber. They filed the benches
They squatted on the fioor. They jumped to
their feet and gesticulated, lips protuding and
eyes ablaze. s'Tlaey sat inscrutabie; impressive,