The Adventures of Piang the Moro Jungle Boy | Page 3

the Chinese blood that flowed in his veins, and the
tribe shuddered at the thought of Sicto as charm boy. He advanced with
a shambling gait.
"Sicto, it is given that you shall have your chance." Kali Pandapatan
spoke loudly, a frown on his brow. "Piang is of our own blood, and we,
one and all, wish him to be our charm boy, but there shall be no

injustice done. Born under the same star, within the same hour, it is not
for me to decide whether you or Piang is the Heaven-sent." Turning to
the pandita, Kali whispered something. The old man nodded and
advanced a few steps, saying:
"My people, I shall leave it to you, whether or not I have made a wise
decision. There is no way for us to prove the claim of either of these
boys, so I am sending them to seek the answer for themselves." Asin
paused, and the crowd moved. "On yonder mountain dwells the wise
hermit, Ganassi. He has lived there for many years, apart from man,
alone in the jungle with beast and reptile.
There are no trails to his haunt; no man has seen Ganassi for a
generation, but that he still lives we know, for he answers our signal
fires each year and replies to our questions." Turning to the two boys,
he addressed them directly: "The mountain where he dwells has been
named after him, Ganassi Peak, and friends through the hills will direct
you toward it. You shall both start at the same time, but by different
routes. One leads through the jungle, over the hills; the other follows
the river to its head-water, the lake. Old Ganassi will guide the real
charm boy to him; he is great; he is ubiquitous. Have no fear of the
jungle or its creatures, for he will be with you."
Amazement and joy were written on Piang's face. He was to penetrate
the jungle at last, alone! His heart thrilled at the thought of the
adventures waiting for him there, and with radiant face he turned
toward the inviting forest.
"Piang! Piang!" resounded through the stillness, as the excited Moros
watched him.
Sicto stood, head down, wriggling his toes in the sand. He did not like
the idea of the lonely jungle, or the thought of the long hard days
between him and Ganassi Peak, but he did not speak.
With solemn ceremony the pandita prepared to anoint the boys
according to the rites of the tribe. A slave boy ran lightly forward and
sank on his knees before the pandita. On his head he bore a basket

covered with cool, green leaves. Praying and chanting, the priest
uncovered the basket, revealing two beautiful dazzlingly white flowers.
"The champakas!" cried Papita in amazement as the rare flowers were
exposed. An admonishing hand was placed over her lips. Slowly Asin
raised the flowers, heavy with dew, above the two boys, and the clear,
crystal drops fell upon their heads. Across the sky trailed a flock of
white rice-birds; as they flitted across the clearing, their shadows
leaped from one picturesque Moro to another; a twig snapped, startling
a baby, who cried out. The spell was broken.
The chant was taken up by the entire tribe, and slowly at first, they
began to revolve around the central figures. As their excitement grew,
the pace quickened, until they were whirling and gyrating at a reckless
rate. Like a pistol-shot came the command to cease, and quietly all
returned to their original places. Kali Pandapatan raised his hand for
silence.
"I shall throw my creese into the air. Sicto, you may have first choice.
Do you choose the point, or the flat fall?"
Sicto considered:
"If the creese falls without sticking into the ground, I shall choose my
route first."
The crowd instinctively pushed a little closer as Kali tossed the shining
blade into the air. A gasp, forced from between some anxious lip, broke
the stillness. Every eye followed the course described by the knife, and
when it fell, clean as an arrow, the blade piercing the earth, there was a
sigh of relief. Piang was to have first choice.
"Piang, it is given that you shall choose. Will you proceed by the river
or take your chances with the jungle? One route is as safe as another,
and only the real charm boy can reach Ganassi."
"I will go by the river," Piang answered quietly, with great dignity.

It was a beautiful day. To us, the heat would have been stifling, the
humidity distressing, but Piang loved it all and joyfully looked forward
to the trip up the river.
The trying ceremony over, the two candidates had hurried off to
prepare for the long journey. Cumbersome garments were discarded,
and Piang was clothed