From Camp One we started up the Bued canyon on a shelf of rock hewn above the stream. Waterfalls at every hand, magnificent tropical vegetation, fine views of the plain below. We came to a series of six switchbacks, known as the a Zigzag,a a rise of 900 feet in two and one-half miles. The road maintains a fairly even grade. It is a wonderful piece of engineering. There is a block system throughout to prevent accidents.
We came to three places where the recent typhoon had washed the road out and it was a case of a hiking,a while men
IGOROTS TRANSFORMED INTO SOLDIERS.
dragged the luggage over steep, slippery trails. A machine, in waiting on the other side of the slide, took us on to the next break. We landed in Baguio after nightfall, a long daya s journey from Manila.
The morning was clear and we went out to see the town. Its out-of-season population, including the Igorots, is 3,500. You cannot see the place all at once, as it wanders up hill and down dale in a bewildering fashion. The late D. H. Burnham, famous as a municipal architect, laid out the plan and divided the town into two sectionsa one for Government buildings and