dreds of Igorots come down the trails to Baguio, the men clad in old coats and a gee-strings,a the little brown women in home-spun skirts and blouses, laden baskets on their backs, held by a thong over the forehead. The women come to sell a little produce. They are not the shoppers. Dog-buying is a mana s work.
The Igorot does not decide hastily. He examines dozens of brutes before finding one exactly to his liking. Most of the dogs are of the thin, a skin-tighta variety, with very little hair.
a Yes, they like a em best when theya re thin. Theya ll fatten a em up with rice before killing,a said a man who knew all about it. a You see a dog should have very little hair. They say hair flavors the meat. That fellow has just paid three pesos for one.a
Two pesos (one dollar) seemed the average price. The Igorot gazed admiringly at his purchase, as he dragged it away at the end of a bamboo stick.
a Hea s come twenty miles, most likely, to buy that dog. Hea ll take two weeks to fatten it and then therea ll be a feast.
They take a long, sharp rattan and run it through the live dog. Then they tie the rattan to posts on either side of the fire. They swing the dog round and round for about fifteen minutes and, when he is half cooked, they cut him up in small pieces and eat everything but the feet and tail. The tail is considered fit only for an enemy. When the meat is being served, they all sit around the fire, with their bolos upright between their toes, and tear the meat into smaller bits on the edge of the sharp knives, scorching it again before eating. It is anything but a pleasant sight.
TWO LITTLE IGOROT BRIDES, WEDDED AT THE AGE OF TWELVE.