OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
PORTION OF UTAH BATTERY AND SIXTH ARTILLERY AT CALOOCAN, PHILIPPINE ISLANDS.
and though she is not lovely to look at, and shrinks from hima well, the white man remembers she is a woman.
a It is never a common sight to see a mother, who believes she is alone, playing with her baby. A young native woman was making love to her first man-child. The two were in the shack next to mine, but the windows were together. She had the little fellow in a corner, and was kneeling before him in a perfect ecstacy of motherhood. The baby could not have been more than several months old, and the mother was perhaps sixteen. She would bend her body far back, with hands outstretched; and then gradually sway closer, closer, while the baby, very noisy and happy in his diminutive way, shrank back into the corner and showed his bare red gums. And when the mother swayed at last very near, she would snatch the naked bundle of browm babyhood and toss him into the air. And there would be great crowings and strangled laughter from the infant, and low murmurings of passionate worship from the woman. Tncn she placed her face close to the head of her son, and whispered wonderful secrets into his wee brown earsa thrilling secrets in a voice strangely soft and tender, such as you would not think could come from this smileless creature of the river banks.
a I watched, and the greatness of the mother heart was laid
bare before me, and now better impressions came where false ones had beena and I remembered she was a woman. Rapt and ardently interested, I watched, leaning wit-lessly out of the window. The woman saw me. The sullen, implacable stare came back. She snatched up the child and disappeared.
a She bathes in the river unconscious of the passing white man, but he must not see the womana s love for her first-born.
a The Filipino woman walks stifflegged, shoving her feet forward rather than lifting them. She does this to keep her slippers on, for the native slippers have no ankle-piece. She wears no stockings, for the mud of the road would ruin them in a moment. Like the Japanese woman, she removes her slippers before entering a store or the house of a neighbor. The mud in the Philippines is infested with a germ which causes an ugly disease of the cuticle, and is infected by contact. Among the barefoot classes of the natives the disease is
universal, and scratching onea s self seems by an unwritten law to be allowable on all occasions. Hence it is not a novelty to see a woman pause in the roadwray and allay the feverish irritation of her ankles.
a She carries her burdens upon her head. Hence she is as erect as a bamboo stalk, and as graceful. But I forget; she does
not carry all her burdens upon her head. The baby (and there is mostly one with her) has a saddle that fits him well. It is his mothera s hip, and one of her arms is thrust about him just under the armpits. He sits very comfortably in this saddle for hours, and views passing events, and grows wise.
a The Japanese woman has white teeth until she is married. Then, out of courtesy to her husband, she stains them black. The teeth of the Filipino woman are never white, and they are not good teeth, because she lives in a land where there is much of sugar and fruit acid. She lives in the heat of the torrid sun ray, where labor cries out for a stimulant. And, since her labors are not light, she applies unto her body the whip of nicotinca
EFFECTS OF BOMBARDMENT,
This photograph represents the ruins of the church at San Pedro Macati, which was occupied by a force of Filipinos and
bombarded by the 6th (American) Artillery.