OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
CHURCH AT PACO, LUZON.
Occupied by Filipinos and burnt during a battle with the 1st California Regiment.
flat basket, full to overflowing with ripe and green bananas and oranges, looking not unlike some of those wonderful hats gotten up in Paris for garden parties, though infinitely more becoming to the average Filipino woman than the daintiest confection of a Virot or Louise would be.
a Their dress consists of a short skirt, usually of some bright color, over which they draw a black apron effect, fitting very closely over the hips, and opening either in the front or back. Above this is a transparent, low-necked blouse, fitting well over the shoulders, but loose at the waist line, with huge angel sleeves reaching only to the elbow, while a fichu of the same material as the blouse finishes as picturesque a costume as one could find the world over. The women of the higher class wear their skirts very long, with a curious spadeshaped train, but in other respects their costume is exactly like that of the poorer classes, except, of course, made from finer material.
Few of the natives wear shoes, except on rainy days, when a pair of high-heeled wooden a succosa are drawn 011 right over the bare feet, and being without uppers of any kind, except a small strap of leather into which the toes are thrust, make a
royal clatter in walking. I own a JL pair, which I
wear to and from the bath, and djlmMh consider myself quite accomplished, now
heelless, flat slipper, in velvet, plush or leather, worn also over the bare foot. In fact, stockings are not considered a necessary adjunct to the completion of onea s toilet here in Manila, and Ia m sure, were it not for the mosquitoes, that I, too, would soon abandon them, for the less one wears here the better it is.a
Most of the dealers in the markets are women. Walking through long aisles of sheds, you will see women of various ages and conditions squatting on low platforms of bamboo, with fancy-colored cottons and calicoes piled up about them. Each merchant sits on her counter, most of her goods being so near that she can reach them without moving. Some have mantles and shawls hung upon poles above their heads, so that they can pull them down as their customers demand. All are in their bare feet and all are bareheaded. Their sleeves, as big around at the end as a wash basin, come only to the elbow, and the necks of their jackets are cut so low that as they handle the goods a bare shoulder now and then slips out and you fear the whole may come off. There is a woman who is selling some cloth to a couple of young girls, who are dressed in Filipino costume. The cloth is black; it looks like a shawl. One of the girls takes it up and wraps it tightly about her waist, so that it falls just below the knee. That is one of the garments worn by the Filipino women and she is trying it on. She evidently likes it, for she is scowling and protesting 1
that I no longer fall out of them as I hobble along. For home wear there are gorgeously embroidered a chinelas,a a
ROUND BLOCKHOUSE IN REAR OF BILIBID PRISON.
This blockhouse was used by the Tennessee troops as a lookout. It was built by the Spaniards,
ENTRANCE TO BILIBID PRISON. MANILA.
This building was occupied by the 1st Tennessee Regiment during a portion of their stay in Manila.
in these islands is to a large extent a matter of bargain, and the two may dicker a long time before the sale can be made.
Women and men yell and scream their offers [to buy or sell to one another, until the market is a Babel of fierce ejaculations. They protest and protest until the purchase is made, when they stop, and, like as not, laugh and chat with each other. The crowd
is a strange onea one which you will not see outside of the Philippine Islands. There are men and women wearing all sorts of hats. Women with hats of straw as big as umbrellas, and hundreds of women with no hats at all. There are scores of girls with their long, black hair flying loose in the breeze. In most cases it is thick and glossy, and it often reaches to below their waists. There are men, women and children in slippers, crowds in their bare feet, and hundreds trotting about upon clogs. What a lot of queer women there are, and what queer things they are doing! Here comes one with a cigar in her mouth, and there is another who is chewing the betel. There are women eating at the cook stands, women bearing great burdens on their heads, women