A Womans Journey through the Philippines

A Woman's Journey through the
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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]
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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.