OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
YOUNG TAGALOG GIRL DRESSED IN PINA WAIST AND EMBROIDERED SILK SKIRT.
He promises to visit the United States at an early date, and bring his kris with him, on which occasion it is to be hoped that his excellency ^ not a run amuck.a But Dato
Mandi is not the only great man among
the Moro chiefs. There are others. An
Wm \ who accom-
panied General Batesa expedition at the time the treaty with the Sultan was made, describes, in a very entertaining manner, some of the peculiar people she met; and an observant American lady would see thinga s about a Sultana s establishment that a man
might overlook. She says: a One of the most powerful chiefs on the island, named Dato Calvi, was on board with his suite; we sat on the after bridge most of the time, and as we looked down on the deck below, I could hardly realize that I was not in a balcony seat of a New York playhouse, watching a comic opera. No Italian bandits or other stage heroes who exult in the triumph of the costumera s art, ever presented a more picturesque or ferocious
appearance than our band of Moros.
A The physical difference between the Moros and other Filipinos is as great as that of their customs and religion. Their dress is essentially barbaric in its cut and coloring. Instead of the I loose white shirt and trousers of the S northern islanders, the Moros wear | close-fitting suits of gaudy cotton or silk, the quality and ornamentation depending on the means and rank of the individual. No Moro stirs abroad without a barong or kris thrust into his sash. These knives are beautifully made, and their edges are ground as keen as a razor. The Moro sometimes uses them for general utility, as the Cuban uses the machete, but they are often employed for a more sinister purpose. A barong, deftly handled, makes short work of the life of a human being, and the Moros are skilled in this sort of carving.
The Dato Calvi had expressed so much friendliness for our government that General Bates thought he would have a favorable influence on the Sultan. But it was impossible, both for reasons of state and for safety, for him to travel without a sufficient number of followers to uphold his dignity. The dato himself was a young fellow and quite a dude, according to Moro standards.
He was a man that would be singled out anywhere as used to command; he strutted across the deck in a manner inimitable, his turban of raw silk tied with a style and strong individuality and his clothes showing a certain harmony of taste a they consisted of but two pieces. The dato was followed everywhere by his betel-nut
carrier, who kept him constantly supplied with a good a chew;a his other retainers were men-at-arms, and dressed only less gorgeous than the
shown all the way of specially gun which their curi-tridges. A which wras
TAGALOG GIRL, SHOWING USUAL STYLE OF WEARING THE HAIR.
NATIVE TAGALOG PRIEST.
dato himself. They were the civilized wonders in guns on board, and were A interested in the rapid-fire j'~ was set going, to satisfy i osity, with a string of car-meal was served them so distasteful to them that one of the suite was called in to cook some rice for his lord in the proper style.a
On arriving at Maybun, the party were directed to call first on the dowager Sultana, and our correspondent describes the event in the
following style: a While we were looking this way and that, trying to find a building sufficiently magnificent to be the abode of one so exalted in rank, we were halted before a small house, the central one of a group of huts, distinguished only from those that surrounded it by the fact that it was constructed of rough planks, while the others were of bamboo and nipa. We were ushered inside and invited to sit down. It was the residence of the Sultana Inchi Jamela, the mother of the present Sultan.
a The room into which we crowded was not more than fifteen feet long and ten broad. A table covered by a cloth was in the middle, and a number of bent wood chairs were grouped about it, an especially large one being provided for the general. At one end was a sort of couch, or divan, built of boards, over which was thrown a covering of purple satin, and three of us sat on this. By the time we had all crowded in and found seats, the people who had followed us on the tug arrived. There was a general moving about to make more room, extra chairs were brought in from some interior region, and, to our surprise, we found ourselves all
accommodated, though wedged in so' tight that it was impossible for one to move without disturbing the whole room full. At the end of the table, opposite General Bates, were twodatos, and the Sultana s younger brother. Outside the door and the one window was the population of Maybun. It was a promiscuous mixture of young and old, patrician and plebeian, all equally overcome by intense curiosity. The emotions
wealthy young tagalog lady and her maid.