A Womans Impression of the Philippines

A Woman's Impression of the
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Title: A Woman's Impression of the Philippines
Author: Mary Helen Fee
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A Woman's Impressions of the Philippines
By
Mary H. Fee

To
My Schoolmate and Life-Long Friend

Martha Parry Gish
This Book
Is Affectionately Dedicated

Contents

I. The Voyage Begins 11 II. From San Francisco to Honolulu 21 III.
Our Ten Days' Sightseeing 26 IV. From Honolulu to Manila 38 V. Our
First Few Days in the City 45 VI. From Manila To Capiz 60 VII. My
First Experiences As a Teacher of Filipinos 73 VII. An Analysis of
Filipino Character 86 IX. My Early Experiences in Housekeeping 107
X. Filipino Youths and Maidens 119 XI. Social and Industrial
Condition of the Filipinos 130 XII. Progress in Politics and
Improvement of the Currency 150 XIII. Typhoons and Earthquakes 168
XIV. War Alarms and the Suffering Poor 179 XV. The Filipino's
Christmas Festivities and His Religion 192 XVI. My Gold-hunting
Expedition 206 XVII. An Unpleasant Vacation 217 XVIII. The
Aristocracy, the Poor, snd American Women 232 XIX. Weddings in
Town and Country 250 XX. Sickbeds and Funerals 262 XXI. Sports
and Amusements 270 XXII. Children's Games--The Conquest of Fires
280

Illustrations

Filipino School Children Frontispiece The Pali, near Honolulu 28 West
Indian Rain-tree, or Monkey-pod Tree 34 The Volcano of Mayón 40
View of Corregidor 42 Swarming Craft on the Pasig River, Manila 46
"The Rat-pony and the Two-wheeled Nightmare" 48 The Luneta,
Manila 52 The Bend in the River at Capiz 62 Street Scene in Romblón
64 Church, Plaza, and Public Buildings, Capiz 80 The Home of an
American Schoolteacher 90 A Characteristic Group of Filipino
Students 100 Filipino School Children 110 A Filipino Mother and
Family 120 A Company of Constabulary Police 132 Group of Officials
in front of Presidente's (Mayor's) Residence 142 A High-class
Provincial Family, Capiz 148 Pasig Church 154 The Isabella Gate,
Manila 162 Calle Real, Manila 174 Procession and Float in Streets of
Capiz, in Honor of Filipino Patriot and Martyr, José Rizal 184 A Rich

Cargo of Fruit on the Way to Market 194 A Family Group and Home in
the Settled Interior 200 Filipino Children "Going Swimming" in the
Rio Cagayan 212 Mortuary Chapel in Paco Cemetery, Manila 220 The
"Ovens" in Paco Cemetery, Manila 228 Peasant Women of the
Cagayan Valley 236 A Wedding Party Leaving the Church 252 A
Funeral on Romblón Island 264 Bicol School Children One Generation
Removed from Savagery 272 Sunset over Manila Bay 282

CHAPTER I
The Voyage Begins
I Find the Transport Ship Buford and My Stateroom--Old Maids and
Young Maids Bound for the Orient--The Deceitful Sea--Making New
Friends and Acquaintances.
On a hot July day the army transport Buford lay at the Folsom Dock,
San Francisco, the Stars and Stripes drooping from her stern, her Blue
Peter and a cloud of smoke announcing a speedy departure, and a larger
United States flag at her fore-mast signifying that she was bound for an
American port. I observed these details as I hurried down the dock
accompanied by a small negro and a dressing-bag, but I was not at that
time sufficiently educated to read them. I thought only that the Buford
seemed very large (she is not large, however), that she was beautifully
white and clean; and that I was delighted to be going away to foreign
lands upon so fine a ship.
Having recognized with relief a pile of luggage going aboard--luggage
which I had carefully pasted with red, white, and blue labels crossed by
the letters "U.S.A.T.S." and _Buford_--I dismissed the negro, grasped
the dressing-bag with fervor, and mounted the gangway. To me the
occasion was momentous. I was going to see the world, and I was one
of an army of enthusiasts enlisted to instruct our little brown brother,
and to pass the torch of Occidental knowledge several degrees east of
the international date-line.
I asked the first person I met, who happened to be the third officer,

where I should go and what I should do. He told me to report at the
quartermaster's office at the end of the promenade deck. A white-haired,
taciturn gentleman in the