OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
sense of the word. She cooks on a box of ashes or in a little clay pot, using some chips or sticks for fuel. In most cases, remember, I am speaking of the poor. There are no knives and forks to wash, for the people eat with their fingers, dipping into the common bowl of rice about which they squat, and conveying the stuff from it directly to their mouths. There are but few cooking utensils to clean, and washday has no terror for the husband, because the clothes are usually taken to the well or the nearest stream and the dirt pounded out with the hand or by slapping the garments upon the stone.
a What would you think of sending your daughter to the well with a water bucket taller than herself? I saw hundreds of girls carrying buckets of that length this afternoon. They w^ere trudging along the road with them from the springs, wells and streams to their homes, and stranger still, most of them were carrying their buckets over their shoulders, just as you would carry a pole. The Visayan water bucket is from three to six feet deep and only
water had glued as tightly to their plump bodies as the traditional paper on the wall, and their brown necks, faces and bare feet shone out in contrast under the hot sun of the tropics. When I showed them my camera and told them I wanted to photograph them diving into the creek, they laughingly consented, and ran up the bank and jumped far out into the stream, while I made snapshots of them.
a A little farther up the stream were several washerwomen, the mothers, I suppose, of the maidens at the bath. They were slapping the clothes on the stones of the creek, trying to pound the dirt out of them. Some were standing up to their waists in the water and rubbing the garments to and fro writh their hands. After a piece was comparatively clean, it was spread out upon the grass to dry, being bleached into apparent cleanliness by sprinkling with water now and then.a
A womana s view of women is always interesting, and we therefore present the following from a Missouri lady who was
THRONE) ROOM IN THE) PALACE AT MANILA.
Now occupied by the Americans as a provost court room. It is a very richly furnished apartment, and was the scene of many splendid receptions during
the Spanish era.
about three or four inches in diameter. It is merely a stick of bamboo, with the joints removed, except at the bottom, forming a wooden pipe of the above dimensions. The water-carrier takes it over her shoulder to the stream and usually wades out far enough into the water to enable her to fill it by laying it down at an angle of forty-five degrees or less, or by sinking it. The greater part of the w^ater used in this region is carried in this way.
a But little water is used at the houses, except for cooking and drinking. Every one goes to the well or the creek when he wishes a bath, and from the number of people I see bathing in every stream, I judge that they are cleanly. The Visayans are fond of paddling and playing in the water, and you see boys and girls of all ages, and even women and men, rolling about in the creeks and taking dives off the banks into the deeper pools. I saw a party of a dozen young girls, ranging in age from thirteen to twenty, swimming in a pool out in the country near here the other day. They had on loose, cotton, low-necked Mother Hubbards, which the
traveling in the island of Luzon at the time it was written: a But the native woman! Verily, I should have colored inks with which to write of her, for black and white would give you only her eyes, complexion, hair and teetha though, indeed, the teeth are more often than not stained red with the betel nuta s juice. They are very short and slender, these women, with a remarkable carriage of the head and shoulders, doubtless brought about by carrying heavy weights on the head from childhood. Even the very old women walk well and are seldom round-shouldered, unless made so from rheumatism. Add to this graceful carriage a remarkable head of glossy hair, and you have the sum total of a Filipino feminine attraction. With the lower classes the hair is generally left loose over the shoulders, where it falls almost to the ground, a wonderful cascade of rippling black,' shining with cocoanut oil and, alas, sometimes redolent of the same. These women never wear a head covering of any kind, save a black veil to mass of a morning, and later in the day a large,