A Womans Journey through the Philippines

A Woman's Journey through the Philippines, by

Florence Kimball Russel This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
Title: A Woman's Journey through the Philippines On a Cable Ship that Linked Together the Strange Lands Seen En Route
Author: Florence Kimball Russel
Release Date: March 26, 2007 [EBook #20913]
Language: English
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A WOMAN'S JOURNEY THROUGH THE PHILIPPINES
Thanks are due Messrs. Harper and Brothers and the editors of "The Criterion" and of "Everybody's Magazine" for permission to republish parts of the chapters on Sulu, Zamboanga, and Bongao, respectively.

A WOMAN'S JOURNEY THROUGH THE PHILIPPINES
ON A CABLE SHIP THAT LINKED TOGETHER THE STRANGE LANDS SEEN EN ROUTE.
By Florence Kimball Russel Author of "Born to the Blue" Etc.
Boston, L. C. Page and Company--MDCCCCVII

Copyright, 1907 By L. C. Page & Company (Incorporated) Entered at Stationers' Hall, London All rights reserved
First Impression, June, 1907 Colonial Press
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co. Boston, U. S. A.

TO My Husband WITHOUT WHOSE INSPIRATION AND ENCOURAGEMENT THIS BOOK WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN WRITTEN

CONTENTS
I. Introductory Statements II. Dumaguete III. Misamis IV. Iligan V. Cagavan VI. Cebu VII. Zamboanga VIII. Sulu IX. Bongao X. Tampakan and the Home Stretch

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The Belle of Bongao Laying a Shore End in a Philippine Coast Town "Until eventide the summer skies above us slept, as sid the summer seas below us" A Philippine Coast Town Dumaguete Diving for Articles Thrown from the Ship "Hard at work establishing an office in the town" "Two women beating clothes on the rocks of a little stream" Church and convento, Dumaguete The Old Fort at Misamis "The native band serenaded us" The Lintogup River A Misamis Belle Laying Cable from a Native Schooner A Street in Iligan Market-day at Iligan "It was evident that he was a personage of no little importance" St. Thomas Church, Cebu Magellan's Chapel, Cebu Unloading Hemp at Cebu Grove of Palms near Cebu Ormoc Releasing the Buoy From the Cable in a Heavy Sea Quarters of the Commanding Officer, Zamboanga Officers' Quarters, Zamboanga A Street in Zamboanga Street Scene, Zamboanga--native Bathing-place, Zamboanga The Pier at Sulu Natives of Sulu Moro Houses, Tuli The Moro School for Boys, Sulu Chinese, Moro, and Visayan Children, Sulu Soldiers' Quarters, Bongao Natives of Bongao Toolawee Market-day in a Moro Village A Group of Moros A Collection of Moro Weapons Pasacao

A Woman's Journey Through the Philippines
Chapter I
INTRODUCTORY STATEMENTS
Life on a cable-ship would be a lotus-eating dream were it not for the cable. But the cable, like the Commissariat cam-u-el in Mr. Kipling's "Oonts," is--
"--a devil an' a ostrich an' a orphan child in one."
Whether we are picking it up, or paying it out; whether it is lying inert, coil upon coil, in the tanks like some great gorged anaconda, or gliding along the propelling machinery into some other tank, or off into the sea at our bow or stern; whether the dynamometer shows its tension to be great or small; whether we are grappling for it, or underrunning it; whether it is a shore end to be landed, or a deep-sea splice to be made, the cable is sure to develop most alarming symptoms, and some learned doctor must constantly sit in the testing-room, his finger on the cable's pulse, taking its temperature from time to time as if it were a fractious child with a bad attack of measles, the eruption in this case being faults or breaks or leakages or kinks.
The difficulty discovered, it must be localized. A hush falls over the ship. Down to the testing room go the experts. Seconds, minutes, hours crawl by. At last some one leaves the consultation for a brief space, frowning heavily and apparently deep in thought. No one dares address him, or ask the questions all are longing to have answered, and when his lips move silently we know that he is muttering over galvanometer readings to himself. During this time everyone talks in whispers, and not always intelligently, of the electrostatic capacity of the cable, absolute resistances, and the coefficients of correction, while the youngest member of the expedition neglects her beloved poodle, sonorously yclept "Snobbles," and no longer hangs him head downward over the ship's rail.
At last the fault is discovered, cut out, and a splice made, the tests showing the cable as good as new, whereupon the women return to their chiffons, the child to her games, and the men,