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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-4826529676099375097</id><published>2011-12-30T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:32:45.321+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adasen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aponibalagen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aponibolinayen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betel-nut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carabao"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="copper gong"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinawagen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ebang"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gawigawen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kadayadawan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monkey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nalpangan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rooster"/><title type='text'>Aponibolinayen</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Tinguian&lt;br /&gt;
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The most beautiful girl in all the world was Aponibolinayen of&amp;nbsp;Nalpangan. Many young men had come to her brother, Aponibalagen,&amp;nbsp;to ask for her hand in marriage, but he had refused them all, for he&amp;nbsp;awaited one who possessed great power. Then it happened that the fame&amp;nbsp;of her beauty spread over all the world till it reached even to Adasen;&amp;nbsp;and in that place there lived a man of great power named Gawigawen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now Gawigawen, who was a handsome man, had sought among all the pretty&amp;nbsp;girls but never, until he heard of the great beauty of Aponibolinayen,&amp;nbsp;had he found one whom he wished to wed. Then he determined that she&amp;nbsp;should be his wife; and he begged his mother to help him win her. So&amp;nbsp;Dinawagen, the mother of Gawigawen, took her hat which looked like&amp;nbsp;a sunbeam and set out at once for Nalpangan; and when she arrived&amp;nbsp;there she was greeted by Ebang, the mother of the lovely maiden,&amp;nbsp;who presently began to prepare food for them. [16]&lt;br /&gt;
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She put the pot over the fire, and when the water boiled she broke&amp;nbsp;up a stick and threw the pieces into the pot, and immediately they&amp;nbsp;became fish. Then she brought basi [17] in a large jar, and Dinawagen,&amp;nbsp;counting the notches in the rim, [18] perceived that the jar had been&amp;nbsp;handed down through nine generations. They ate and drank together,&amp;nbsp;and after they had finished the meal, Dinawagen told Aponibalagen of&amp;nbsp;her son&#39;s wishes, and asked if he was willing that his sister should&amp;nbsp;marry Gawigawen. Aponibalagen, who had heard of the power of the&amp;nbsp;suitor, at once gave his consent. And Dinawagen departed for home,&amp;nbsp;leaving a gold cup as an engagement present. [19]&lt;br /&gt;
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Gawigawen was watching at the door of his house for his mother&#39;s&amp;nbsp;return, and when she told him of her success, he was so happy that&amp;nbsp;he asked all the people in the town to go with him the next day to&amp;nbsp;Nalpangan to arrange the amount he must pay for his bride. [20]&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the people of Nalpangan wanted a great price for this girl&amp;nbsp;who was so beautiful, and the men of the two towns debated for a&amp;nbsp;long time before they could come to an agreement. Finally, however,&amp;nbsp;it was decided that Gawigawen should fill the spirit house eighteen&amp;nbsp;times with valuable things; and when he had done this, they were all&amp;nbsp;satisfied and went to the yard where they danced and beat on the copper&amp;nbsp;gongs. [21] All the pretty girls danced their best, and one who wore&amp;nbsp;big jars about her neck made more noise than the others as she danced,&amp;nbsp;and the jars sang &quot;Kitol, kitol, kanitol; inka, inka, inkatol.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But when Aponibolinayen, the bride of Gawigawen, came down out of&amp;nbsp;the house to dance, the sunshine vanished, so beautiful was she;&amp;nbsp;and as she moved about, the river came up into the town, and striped&amp;nbsp;fish bit at her heels.&lt;br /&gt;
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For three months the people remained here feasting and dancing, and&amp;nbsp;then early one morning they took Aponibolinayen to her new home in&amp;nbsp;Adasen. The trail that led from one town to the other had become very&lt;br /&gt;
beautiful in the meantime: the grass and trees glistened with bright&amp;nbsp;lights, and the waters of the tiny streams dazzled the eyes with their&amp;nbsp;brightness as Aponibolinayen waded across. When they reached the spring&amp;nbsp;of Gawigawen, they found that it, too, was more beautiful than ever&amp;nbsp;before. Each grain of sand had become a bead, and the place where the&amp;nbsp;women set their jars when they came to dip water had become a big dish.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then said Aponibalagen to his people, &quot;Go tell Gawigawen to bring an&amp;nbsp;old man, for I want to make a spring for Aponibolinayen.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So an old man was brought and Aponibalagen cut off his head and put&amp;nbsp;it in the ground, and sparkling water bubbled up. [22] The body he&amp;nbsp;made into a tree to shade his sister when she came to dip water,&amp;nbsp;and the drops of blood as they touched the ground were changed into&amp;nbsp;valuable beads. Even the path from the spring to the house was covered&amp;nbsp;with big plates, and everything was made beautiful for Aponibolinayen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now during all this time Aponibolinayen had kept her face covered so&amp;nbsp;that she had never seen her husband, for although he was a handsome&amp;nbsp;man, one of the pretty girls who was jealous of the bride had told&amp;nbsp;her that he had three noses, and she was afraid to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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After her people had all returned to their homes, she grew very&amp;nbsp;unhappy, and when her mother-in-law commanded her to cook she had&amp;nbsp;to feel her way around, for she would not uncover her face. Finally&amp;nbsp;she became so sad that she determined to run away. One night when all&amp;nbsp;were asleep, she used magical power and changed herself into oil. [23]&amp;nbsp;Then she slid through the bamboo floor and made her escape without&amp;nbsp;anyone seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;
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On and on she went until she came to the middle of the jungle, and&amp;nbsp;then she met a wild rooster who asked her where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I am running away from my husband,&quot; replied Aponibolinayen, &quot;for he&amp;nbsp;has three noses and I do not want to live with him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh,&quot; said the rooster, &quot;some crazy person must have told you that. Do&amp;nbsp;not believe it. Gawigawen is a handsome man, for I have often seen&amp;nbsp;him when he comes here to snare chickens.&quot; [24]&lt;br /&gt;
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But Aponibolinayen paid no heed to the rooster, and she went on&amp;nbsp;until she reached a big tree where perched a monkey, and he also&amp;nbsp;asked where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I am running away from my husband,&quot; answered the girl, &quot;for he has&amp;nbsp;three noses and I do not want to live with him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, do not believe that,&quot; said the monkey. &quot;Someone who told you&amp;nbsp;that must have wanted to marry him herself, for he is a handsome man.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Still Aponibolinayen went on until she came to the ocean, and then,&amp;nbsp;as she could go no farther, she sat down to rest. As she sat there&amp;nbsp;pondering what she should do, a carabao [25] came along, and thinking&amp;nbsp;that she would ride a while she climbed up on its back. No sooner had&amp;nbsp;she done so than the animal plunged into the water and swam with her&amp;nbsp;until they reached the other side of the great ocean.&lt;br /&gt;
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There they came to a large orange tree, and the carabao told her to&amp;nbsp;eat some of the luscious fruit while he fed on the grass nearby. As&amp;nbsp;soon as he had left her, however, he ran straight to his master,&amp;nbsp;Kadayadawan, and told him of the beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kadayadawan was very much interested and quickly combed his hair and&amp;nbsp;oiled it, put on his striped coat [26] and belt, and went with the&amp;nbsp;carabao to the orange tree. Aponibolinayen, looking down from her&amp;nbsp;place in the tree, was surprised to see a man coming with her friend,&amp;nbsp;the carabao, but as they drew near, she began talking with him, and&amp;nbsp;soon they became acquainted. Before long, Kadayadawan had persuaded&amp;nbsp;the girl to become his wife, and he took her to his home. From that&amp;nbsp;time every night his house looked as if it was on fire, because of&amp;nbsp;the beauty of his bride.&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had been married for some time, Kadayadawan and&amp;nbsp;Aponibolinayen decided to make a ceremony [27] for the spirits, so&amp;nbsp;they called the magic betel-nuts [28] and oiled them and said to them,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Go to all the towns and invite our relatives to come to the ceremony&amp;nbsp;which we shall make. If they do not want to come, then grow on their&amp;nbsp;knees until they are willing to attend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the betel-nuts started in different directions and one went to&amp;nbsp;Aponibalagen in Nalpangan and said,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Kadayadawan is making a ceremony for the spirits, and I have come&amp;nbsp;to summon you to attend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We cannot go,&quot; said Aponibalagen, &quot;for we are searching for my sister&amp;nbsp;who is lost&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You must come,&quot; replied the betel-nut, &quot;or I shall grow on your knee,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Grow on my pig,&quot; answered Aponibalagen; so the betel-nut went on to&amp;nbsp;the pig&#39;s back and grew into a tall tree, and it became so heavy that&amp;nbsp;the pig could not carry it, but squealed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Aponibalagen, seeing that he must obey, said to the betel-nut,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Get off my pig, and we will go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The betel-nut got off the pig&#39;s back, and the people started for the&amp;nbsp;ceremony. When they reached the river, Gawigawen was there waiting to&amp;nbsp;cross, for the magic nuts had forced him to go also. Then Kadayadawan,&lt;br /&gt;
seeing them, sent more betel-nuts to the river, and the people were&amp;nbsp;carried across by the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as they reached the town the dancing began, and while Gawigawen&amp;nbsp;was dancing with Aponibolinayen he seized her and put her in his&amp;nbsp;belt. [29] Kadayadawan, who saw this, was so angry that he threw his&amp;nbsp;spear and killed Gawigawen. Then Aponibolinayen escaped and ran into&amp;nbsp;the house, and her husband brought his victim back to life, and asked&amp;nbsp;him why he had seized the wife of his host. Gawigawen explained that&amp;nbsp;she was his wife who had been lost, and the people were very much&amp;nbsp;surprised, for they had not recognized her at first.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then all the people discussed what should be done to bring peace&amp;nbsp;between the two men, and it was finally decided that Kadayadawan must&amp;nbsp;pay both Aponibalagen and Gawigawen the price that was first demanded&amp;nbsp;for the beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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After this was done all were happy; and the guardian spirit of&amp;nbsp;Kadayadawan gave them a golden house in which to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinguian&lt;br /&gt;
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One day Aponibolinayen and her sister-in-law went out to gather&amp;nbsp;greens. They walked to the woods to the place where the siksiklat grew,&amp;nbsp;for the tender leaves of this vine are very good to eat. Suddenly while&amp;nbsp;searching about in the underbrush, Aponibolinayen cried out with joy,&amp;nbsp;for she had found the vine, and she started to pick the leaves. Pull&amp;nbsp;as hard as she would, however, the leaves did not come loose, and all&amp;nbsp;at once the vine wound itself around her body and began carrying her&amp;nbsp;upward. [1]&lt;br /&gt;
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Far up through the air she went until she reached the sky, and there&amp;nbsp;the vine set her down under a tree. Aponibolinayen was so surprised&amp;nbsp;to find herself in the sky that for some time she just sat and looked&amp;nbsp;around, and then, hearing a rooster crow, she arose to see if she&amp;nbsp;could find it. Not far from where she had sat was a beautiful spring&amp;nbsp;surrounded by tall betel-nut trees whose tops were pure gold. Rare&amp;nbsp;beads were the sands of the spring, and the place where the women set&amp;nbsp;their jars when they came to dip water was a large golden plate. As&amp;nbsp;Aponibolinayen stood admiring the beauties of this spring, she beheld&amp;nbsp;a small house nearby, and she was filled with fear lest the owner&amp;nbsp;should find her there. She looked about for some means of escape and&amp;nbsp;finally climbed to the top of a betel-nut tree and hid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the owner of this house was Ini-init, [2] the Sun, but he was&amp;nbsp;never at home in the daylight, for it was his duty to shine in the&amp;nbsp;sky and give light to all the world. At the close of the day when&amp;nbsp;the Big Star took his place in the sky to shine through the night,&amp;nbsp;Ini-init returned to his house, but early the next morning he was&amp;nbsp;always off again.&lt;br /&gt;
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From her place in the top of the betel-nut tree, Aponibolinayen saw&amp;nbsp;the Sun when he came home at evening time, and again the next morning&amp;nbsp;she saw him leave. When she was sure that he was out of sight she&amp;nbsp;climbed down and entered his dwelling, for she was very hungry. She&amp;nbsp;cooked rice, and into a pot of boiling water she dropped a stick&amp;nbsp;which immediately became fish, [3] so that she had all she wished to&amp;nbsp;eat. When she was no longer hungry, she lay down on the bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now late in the afternoon Ini-init returned from his work and went&amp;nbsp;to fish in the river near his house, and he caught a big fish. While&amp;nbsp;he sat on the bank cleaning his catch, he happened to look up toward&amp;nbsp;his house and was startled to see that it appeared to be on fire. [4]&amp;nbsp;He hurried home, but when he reached the house he saw that it was&amp;nbsp;not burning at all, and he entered. On his bed he beheld what looked&amp;nbsp;like a flame of fire, but upon going closer he found that it was a&amp;nbsp;beautiful woman fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ini-init stood for some time wondering what he should do, and then&amp;nbsp;he decided to cook some food and invite this lovely creature to eat&amp;nbsp;with him. He put rice over the fire to boil and cut into pieces the&amp;nbsp;fish he had caught. The noise of this awakened Aponibolinayen, and&amp;nbsp;she slipped out of the house and back to the top of the betel-nut&amp;nbsp;tree. The Sun did not see her leave, and when the food was prepared&amp;nbsp;he called her, but the bed was empty and he had to eat alone. That&amp;nbsp;night Ini-init could not sleep well, for all the time he wondered who&lt;br /&gt;
the beautiful woman could be. The next morning, however, he rose as&amp;nbsp;usual and set forth to shine in the sky, for that was his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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That day Aponibolinayen stole again to the house of the Sun and cooked&amp;nbsp;food, and when she returned to the betel-nut tree she left rice and&amp;nbsp;fish ready for the Sun when he came home. Late in the afternoon&amp;nbsp;Ini-init went into his home, and when he found pots of hot rice&amp;nbsp;and fish over the fire he was greatly troubled. After he had eaten&amp;nbsp;he walked a long time in the fresh air. &quot;Perhaps it is done by the&amp;nbsp;lovely woman who looks like a flame of fire,&quot; he said. &quot;If she comes&amp;nbsp;again I will try to catch her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day the Sun shone in the sky as before, and when the afternoon&amp;nbsp;grew late he called to the Big Star to hurry to take his place, for he&amp;nbsp;was impatient to reach home. As he drew near the house he saw that it&amp;nbsp;again looked as if it was on fire. He crept quietly up the ladder, and&amp;nbsp;when he had reached the top he sprang in and shut the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aponibolinayen, who was cooking rice over the fire, was surprised and&amp;nbsp;angry that she had been caught; but the Sun gave her betel-nut [5]&amp;nbsp;which was covered with gold, and they chewed together and told each&amp;nbsp;other their names. Then Aponibolinayen took up the rice and fish,&amp;nbsp;and as they ate they talked together and became acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;
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After some time Aponibolinayen and the Sun were married, and every&amp;nbsp;morning the Sun went to shine in the sky, and upon his return at night&amp;nbsp;he found his supper ready for him. He began to be troubled, however,&amp;nbsp;to know where the food came from, for though he brought home a fine&amp;nbsp;fish every night, Aponibolinayen always refused to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night he watched her prepare their meal, and he saw that, instead&amp;nbsp;of using the nice fish he had brought, she only dropped a stick into&amp;nbsp;the pot of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why do you try to cook a stick?&quot; asked Ini-init in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;So that we can have fish to eat,&quot; answered his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;If you cook that stick for a month, it will not be soft,&quot; said&amp;nbsp;Ini-init. &quot;Take this fish that I caught in the net, for it will&amp;nbsp;be good.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But Aponibolinayen only laughed at him, and when they were ready to&amp;nbsp;eat she took the cover off the pot and there was plenty of nice soft&amp;nbsp;fish. The next night and the next, Aponibolinayen cooked the stick,&amp;nbsp;and Ini-init became greatly troubled for he saw that though the stick&amp;nbsp;always supplied them with fish, it never grew smaller.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally he asked Aponibolinayen again why it was that she cooked the&amp;nbsp;stick instead of the fish he brought, and she said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Do you not know of the woman on earth who has magical power and can&amp;nbsp;change things?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Yes,&quot; answered the Sun, &quot;and now I know that you have great power.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well, then,&quot; said his wife, &quot;do not ask again why I cook the stick.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And they ate their supper of rice and the fish which the stick made.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night not long after this Aponibolinayen told her husband that&amp;nbsp;she wanted to go with him the next day when he made light in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, no, you cannot,&quot; said the Sun, &quot;for it is very hot up there,&amp;nbsp;[6] and you cannot stand the heat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We will take many blankets and pillows,&quot; said the woman, &quot;and when&amp;nbsp;the heat becomes very great, I will hide under them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again Ini-init begged her not to go, but as often she&amp;nbsp;insisted on accompanying him, and early in the morning they set out,&amp;nbsp;carrying with them many blankets and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First, they went to the East, and as soon as they arrived the Sun began&amp;nbsp;to shine, and Aponibolinayen was with him. They traveled toward the&amp;nbsp;West, but when morning had passed into noontime and they had reached&amp;nbsp;the middle of the sky Aponibolinayen was so hot that she melted and&amp;nbsp;became oil. Then Ini-init put her into a bottle and wrapped her in&amp;nbsp;the blankets and pillows and dropped her down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now one of the women of Aponibolinayen&#39;s town was at the spring dipping&amp;nbsp;water when she heard something fall near her. Turning to look, she&amp;nbsp;beheld a bundle of beautiful blankets and pillows which she began to&amp;nbsp;unroll, and inside she found the most beautiful woman she had ever&amp;nbsp;seen. Frightened at her discovery, the woman ran as fast as she could&amp;nbsp;to the town, where she called the people together and told them to&amp;nbsp;come at once to the spring. They all hastened to the spot and there&amp;nbsp;they found Aponibolinayen for whom they had been searching everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Where have you been?&quot; asked her father; &quot;we have searched all over&amp;nbsp;the world and we could not find you.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I have come from Pindayan,&quot; answered Aponibolinayen. &quot;Enemies of&amp;nbsp;our people kept me there till I made my escape while they were asleep&amp;nbsp;at night&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All were filled with joy that the lost one had returned, and they&amp;nbsp;decided that at the next moon [7] they would perform a ceremony for&amp;nbsp;the spirits [8] and invite all the relatives who were mourning for&amp;nbsp;Aponibolinayen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So they began to prepare for the ceremony, and while they were&amp;nbsp;pounding rice, Aponibolinayen asked her mother to prick her little&amp;nbsp;finger where it itched, and as she did so a beautiful baby boy popped&amp;nbsp;out. The people were very much surprised at this, and they noticed&amp;nbsp;that every time he was bathed the baby grew very fast so that, in&amp;nbsp;a short time, he was able to walk. Then they were anxious to know&amp;nbsp;who was the husband of Aponibolinayen, but she would not tell them,&amp;nbsp;and they decided to invite everyone in the world to the &amp;nbsp;ceremony that&amp;nbsp;they might not overlook him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They sent for the betel-nuts that were covered with gold, [9] and&amp;nbsp;when they had oiled them they commanded them to go to all the towns&amp;nbsp;and compel the people to come to the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;If anyone refuses to come, grow on his knee,&quot; said the people,&amp;nbsp;and the betel-nuts departed to do as they were bidden.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the guests began to arrive, the people watched carefully for one&amp;nbsp;who might be the husband of Aponibolinayen, but none appeared and they&amp;nbsp;were greatly troubled. Finally they went to the old woman, Alokotan,&amp;nbsp;who was able to talk with the spirits, and begged her to find what town&amp;nbsp;had not been visited by the betel-nuts which had been sent to invite&amp;nbsp;the people. After she had consulted the spirits the old woman said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You have invited all the people except Ini-init who lives up&amp;nbsp;above. Now you must send a betel-nut to summon him. It may be that&amp;nbsp;he is the husband of Aponibolinayen, for the siksiklat vine carried&amp;nbsp;her up when she went to gather greens.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So a betel-nut was called and bidden to summon Ini-init.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The betel-nut went up to the Sun, who was in his house, and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Good morning, Sun. I have come to summon you to a ceremony which the&amp;nbsp;father and mother of Aponibolinayen are making for the spirits. If&amp;nbsp;you do not want to go, I will grow on your head.&quot; [10]&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Grow on my head,&quot; said the Sun. &quot;I do not wish to go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the betel-nut jumped upon his head and grew until it became so&amp;nbsp;tall that the Sun was not able to carry it, and he was in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, grow on my pig,&quot; begged the Sun. So the betel-nut jumped upon&amp;nbsp;the pig&#39;s head and grew, but it was so heavy that the pig could not&amp;nbsp;carry it and squealed all the time. At last the Sun saw that he would&amp;nbsp;have to obey the summons, and he said to the betel-nut:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Get off my pig and I will go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Ini-init came to the ceremony, and as soon as Aponibolinayen and the&amp;nbsp;baby saw him, they were very happy and ran to meet him. Then the people&amp;nbsp;knew that this was the husband of Aponibolinayen, and they waited&amp;nbsp;eagerly for him to come up to them. As he drew near, however, they saw&amp;nbsp;that he did not walk, for he was round; and then they perceived that&amp;nbsp;he was not a man but a large stone. All her relatives were very angry&amp;nbsp;to find that Aponibolinayen had married a stone; and they compelled&amp;nbsp;her to take off her beads [11] and her good clothes, for, they said,&amp;nbsp;she must now dress in old clothes and go again to live with the stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Aponibolinayen put on the rags that they brought her and at once&amp;nbsp;set out with the stone for his home. No sooner had they arrived there,&amp;nbsp;however, than he became a handsome man, and they were very happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;In one moon,&quot; said the Sun, &quot;we will make a ceremony for the spirits,&amp;nbsp;and I will pay your father and mother the marriage price [12] for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This pleased Aponibolinayen very much, and they used magic so that&amp;nbsp;they had many neighbors who came to pound rice [13] for them and to&amp;nbsp;build a large spirit house. [14]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then they sent oiled betel-nuts to summon their relatives to the&amp;nbsp;ceremony. The father of Aponibolinayen did not want to go, but&amp;nbsp;the betel-nut threatened to grow on his knee if he did not. So he&amp;nbsp;commanded all the people in the town to wash their hair and their&amp;nbsp;clothes, and when all was ready they set out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When they reached the town they were greatly surprised to find that&amp;nbsp;the stone had become a man, and they chewed the magic betel-nuts to&amp;nbsp;see who he might be. It was discovered that he was the son of a couple&amp;nbsp;in Aponibolinayen&#39;s own town, and the people all rejoiced that this&amp;nbsp;couple had found the son whom they had thought lost. They named him&amp;nbsp;Aponitolau, and his parents paid the marriage price for his wife--the&amp;nbsp;spirit house nine times full of valuable jars. [15]&lt;br /&gt;
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After that all danced and made merry for one moon, and when the people&amp;nbsp;departed for their homes Ini-init and his wife went with them to live&amp;nbsp;on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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The vowel sounds in the following pronunciations are those used in&amp;nbsp;Webster&#39;s dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Adasen, a-dä&#39;sen&lt;br /&gt;
Aguio, a&#39;ge-o&lt;br /&gt;
Alan, ä&#39;län&lt;br /&gt;
Alokotan, ä-lo-ko-tän&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Aponibalagen, apo-ne-bä-lä-gen&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Aponibolinayen, apo-ne-bo-le-nä&#39;yen&lt;br /&gt;
Aponitolau, apo-ne-to&#39;lou&lt;br /&gt;
Bagbagak, bäg-bä-gäk&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Bagobo, ba-go&#39;bo&lt;br /&gt;
Balatama, bä-lä-tä&#39;ma&lt;br /&gt;
Bangan, bän&#39;gän&lt;br /&gt;
Bantugan, bän-too&#39;gan&lt;br /&gt;
Benito, be-ne&#39;to&lt;br /&gt;
Bilaan, be-lä&#39;an&lt;br /&gt;
Bita, be&#39;ta&lt;br /&gt;
Bontoc, bon&#39;tok&lt;br /&gt;
Bukidnon, boo-kid&#39;non&lt;br /&gt;
Bulanawan, boo-la-nä&#39;wan&lt;br /&gt;
Caalang, kä-ä&#39;läng&lt;br /&gt;
Cabildo, kä-bil&#39;do&lt;br /&gt;
Cibolan, ci-bo&#39;lan&lt;br /&gt;
Dalonagan, da-lo-na&#39;gan&lt;br /&gt;
Danepan, dä-ne-pan&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Dapilisan, da-pe-le&#39;san&lt;br /&gt;
Dayapan, di-a-pan&lt;br /&gt;
Dinawagen, de-nä-wä&#39;gen&lt;br /&gt;
Dodedog, dog-e-dog&lt;br /&gt;
Domayco, do-mi&#39;ko&lt;br /&gt;
Dumalawi, doo-mä-lä-we&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Epogow, e-po-gou&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Gawigawen, gä-we-gä&#39;wen&lt;br /&gt;
Gaygayoma, gi-gi-o&#39;ma&lt;br /&gt;
Gotgotapa, got-go-ta&#39;pa&lt;br /&gt;
Igorot, ig-o-rot&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Ilocano, il-o-kä&#39;no&lt;br /&gt;
Ilocos Norte, il-o&#39;kos no&#39;rte&lt;br /&gt;
Indarapatra, in-dä-rä-pä&#39;tra&lt;br /&gt;
Ini-init, e-ni-e&#39;nit&lt;br /&gt;
Kabigat, ka-be-gat&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Kaboniyan, kä-bo-ne-yan&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Kadaklan, ka-dak-lan&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Kadalayapan, kä-dä-lä-yä&#39;pan&lt;br /&gt;
Kadayadawan, kä-dä-yä-dä&#39;wan&lt;br /&gt;
Kanag, kä&#39;näg&lt;br /&gt;
Komow, ko&#39;mou&lt;br /&gt;
Kurita, ku-re&#39;ta&lt;br /&gt;
Langgona, läng-go&#39;na&lt;br /&gt;
Ligi, le&#39;ge&lt;br /&gt;
Limokon, le-mo&#39;kon&lt;br /&gt;
Lumabet, loo-mä&#39;bet&lt;br /&gt;
Lumawig, loo-mä&#39;wig&lt;br /&gt;
Magbangal, mäg-bäng&#39;al&lt;br /&gt;
Magindanau, mä-gin-dä&#39;nou&lt;br /&gt;
Magosang, ma-go&#39;sang&lt;br /&gt;
Magsawi, mäg-sä-we&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Magsingal, mäg&#39;sin-gäl&lt;br /&gt;
Manama, män-ä&#39;ma&lt;br /&gt;
Mandaya, män-di&#39;ya&lt;br /&gt;
Mansumandig, män-su-män-dig&lt;br /&gt;
Mayinit, mi-i&#39;nit&lt;br /&gt;
Mayo, mi&#39;yo&lt;br /&gt;
Mindanao, min-da-nou&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Nalpangan, nal-pan-gan&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Pilar, pe&#39;lär&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Samoki, sa-mo&#39;ki&lt;br /&gt;
Sayen, sä-yen&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Siagon, së-ä&#39;gon&lt;br /&gt;
Silit, se&#39;let&lt;br /&gt;
Sinag, se&#39;nag&lt;br /&gt;
Sogsogot, sog-so-got&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Subanun, soo-bä&#39;nun&lt;br /&gt;
Sulayman, soo-li&#39;man&lt;br /&gt;
Tagalog, ta-ga&#39;log&lt;br /&gt;
Tarabusaw, ta-ra-boo&#39;sou&lt;br /&gt;
Tikgi, tik&#39;ge&lt;br /&gt;
Timaco, ti-mä&#39;ko&lt;br /&gt;
Tinguian, ting-gi-an&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Toglai, tog-lä&#39;e&lt;br /&gt;
Toglibon, tog-le&#39;bon&lt;br /&gt;
Visayan, vi-si&#39;yan&lt;br /&gt;
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Alelu&#39;k and Alebu&#39;tud lived together in their own house. They had&amp;nbsp;no neighbors. One day Alelu&#39;k said to his wife, &quot;I must go and hunt&amp;nbsp;some pigs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he started out to hunt, taking with him his three dogs. He did&amp;nbsp;not find any wild pigs; but before long he sighted a big deer with&amp;nbsp;many-branched antlers. The dogs gave chase and seized the deer, and&amp;nbsp;held it until the man came up and killed it with the sharp iron spike&amp;nbsp;that tipped his long staff (tidalan [149]). Then the man tied to the&amp;nbsp;deer&#39;s antlers a strong piece of rattan, and dragged it home.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he reached his house, his wife met him joyfully; and they were&amp;nbsp;both very happy, because they had now plenty of meat. They brought&amp;nbsp;wood and kindled a fire, and fixed over the fire a frame of wood&amp;nbsp;tied to upright posts stuck into the ground. On the frame they laid&amp;nbsp;the body of the deer to singe off the hair over the flames. And when&amp;nbsp;the hair was all burned off, and the skin clean, Alelu&#39;k began to cut&amp;nbsp;off pieces of venison, and Alebu&#39;tud got ready the big clay pot, and&amp;nbsp;poured into it water to boil the meat. But there was only a little&lt;br /&gt;
water in the house, so Alubu&#39;tud took her bucket (sekkadu [150]),&amp;nbsp;and hurried down to the river. When she reached there, she stood with&amp;nbsp;her bare feet in the stream, and dipped the bucket into the stream,&amp;nbsp;and took it out full of water. But, just as she turned to climb up&amp;nbsp;the river-bank, an enormous fish jumped out of the river, seized her,&amp;nbsp;dragged her down, and devoured her.&lt;br /&gt;
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At home, Alelu&#39;k was watching for his wife to come back bringing the&amp;nbsp;water. Day after day he waited for her, and all day long he was crying&amp;nbsp;from sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man (Alelu&#39;k) symbolizes a big black ant that makes its nest in&amp;nbsp;a hollow tree. The woman (Alebu&#39;tud) is a little worm that lives&amp;nbsp;in the palma brava tree. The fish is another man who carried off&amp;nbsp;Alelu&#39;k&#39;s wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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The liver of the crow is &quot;medicine&quot; for many pains and for sickness. On&amp;nbsp;this account the Bagobo kills the crow so that he may get his liver for&amp;nbsp;&quot;medicine.&quot; The liver is good to eat, either cooked or raw. If you see&amp;nbsp;a crow dead, you can get its liver and eat some of it, and it will be&amp;nbsp;&quot;medicine&quot; for your body.&lt;br /&gt;
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The crow never makes its nest in low-growing trees, but only in tall,&amp;nbsp;big trees. Far from here, the old men say, in the land where the sun&amp;nbsp;rises, there are no more living trees; for the scorching heat of the&amp;nbsp;sun has killed them.all, and dried up the leaves. There they stand,&amp;nbsp;with naked branches, all bare of leaves. Only two trees there have&amp;nbsp;not died from the heat. The trunks of these trees are of gold, and all&amp;nbsp;their leaves of silver. But if any bird lights on one of these trees,&amp;nbsp;it falls down dead. The ground under the two trees is covered with the&amp;nbsp;bones of little birds and big birds that have died from perching on&amp;nbsp;the trees with the golden trunks and the silver leaves. These two&amp;nbsp;trees are full of a resin that makes all the birds die. Only the&amp;nbsp;crow can sit on the branches, and not die. Hence the crow alone,&amp;nbsp;of all the birds, remains alive in the land of the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
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No man can get the resin from these trees. But very long ago, in the&amp;nbsp;days of the Mona, there came a Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig to the trees. He&amp;nbsp;had a war-shield that shone brightly, for it had a flame of fire&amp;nbsp;always burning in it. And this Malaki came to the golden trees and&amp;nbsp;took the precious resin from their trunks.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, when a Tortoise was crawling slowly along by a stream, he&amp;nbsp;saw a baby-monkey drinking water. Presently the Monkey ran up to the&amp;nbsp;Tortoise, and said, &quot;Let&#39;s go and find something to eat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not far from the stream there was a large field full of&amp;nbsp;banana-trees. They looked up, and saw clusters of ripe fruit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;That&#39;s fine!&quot; said the Monkey, &quot;for I&#39;m hungry and you&#39;re hungry&amp;nbsp;too. You climb first, Tortoise.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Tortoise crawled slowly up the trunk; but he had got up only&amp;nbsp;a little distance when the Monkey chattered these words, &quot;Roro s&#39;punno,&amp;nbsp;roro s&#39;punno!&quot; [135] (&quot;Slide down, slide down, Tortoise!&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;
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At once the Tortoise slipped and fell down. Then he started again&amp;nbsp;to climb the tree; and again the Monkey said, &quot;Roro s&#39;punno!&quot; and&amp;nbsp;again the Tortoise slipped and fell down. He tried over and over&amp;nbsp;again; but every time he failed, for the Monkey always said, &quot;Roro&amp;nbsp;s&#39;punno!&quot; and made him fall. At last he got tired and gave it up,&amp;nbsp;saying to the Monkey, &quot;Now you try it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;It&#39;s too bad!&quot; said the Monkey, &quot;when we&#39;re both so hungry.&quot; Then&amp;nbsp;the Monkey made just three jumps, and reached the ripe fruit. &quot;Wait&amp;nbsp;till I taste and see if they&#39;re sweet,&quot; he cried to the Tortoise,&amp;nbsp;while he began to eat bananas as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Give me some,&quot; begged the Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;All right!&quot; shouted the Monkey; &quot;but I forgot to notice whether it&amp;nbsp;was sweet.&quot; And he kept on eating, until more than half of the fruit&amp;nbsp;was gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Drop down just one to me!&quot; pleaded the Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, in a minute,&quot; mumbled the Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;
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At last, when but three bananas were left on the tree, the Monkey&amp;nbsp;called, &quot;Look up! shut your eyes&quot; (Langag-ka! pudung-nu yan matanu&amp;nbsp;[136]).&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tortoise did so. The Monkey then told him to open his mouth,&amp;nbsp;and he obeyed. Then the Monkey said, &quot;I&#39;ll peel this one piece of&amp;nbsp;banana for you&quot; (Luitan-ko &#39;ni sebad abok saging [137]).&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, the Monkey was sitting on a banana-leaf, directly over the&amp;nbsp;Tortoise; but, instead of banana, he dropped his excrement into the&amp;nbsp;Tortoise&#39;s mouth. The Tortoise screamed with rage; but the Monkey&lt;br /&gt;
jumped up and down, laughing at him. Then he went on eating the&amp;nbsp;remainder of the bananas.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tortoise then set himself to work at making a little hut of&amp;nbsp;bamboo-posts, with a roof and walls of leaves. The upper ends of the&amp;nbsp;bamboo he sharpened, and let them project through the roof; but the&amp;nbsp;sharp points were concealed by the leaves. It was like a trap for pigs&amp;nbsp;(sankil).&lt;br /&gt;
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When the Monkey came down from the banana-tree, the Tortoise said,&amp;nbsp;&quot;You climb this other tall tree, and look around at the sky. If the&amp;nbsp;sky is dark, you must call to me; for the rain will soon come. Then&amp;nbsp;you jump down on the roof of our little house here. Never mind if it&amp;nbsp;breaks in, for we can soon build a stronger one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Monkey accordingly climbed the tree, and looked at the sky. &quot;It is&amp;nbsp;all very dark!&quot; he exclaimed. &quot;Jump quick, then!&quot; cried the Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Monkey jumped; but he got killed from the sharp bamboo-points&amp;nbsp;on which he landed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Tortoise made a fire, and roasted the Monkey. He cut off&amp;nbsp;the Monkey&#39;s ears, and they turned into buyo-leaves. [138] He cut&amp;nbsp;out the heart, and it turned into betel-nut. He took out the brain,&amp;nbsp;and it became lime (apog [139]). He made the tail into pungaman. [140]&amp;nbsp;The stomach he made into a basket. He put into the basket the betel&amp;nbsp;and the lime and the pungaman and the buyo, and crawled away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon he heard the noise of many animals gathered together. He found&amp;nbsp;the monkeys and the deer and the pigs and the wild birds having a big&amp;nbsp;rice-planting. All the animals were rejoiced to see the Tortoise coming&lt;br /&gt;
with a basket, for they all wanted to chew betel. The monkeys ran up,&amp;nbsp;chattering, and tried to snatch the betel-nuts; but the Tortoise held&amp;nbsp;them back, saying, &quot;Wait a minute! By and by I will give you some.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the monkeys sat around, waiting, while the Tortoise prepared the&amp;nbsp;betel-nut. He cut the nuts and the pungaman into many small pieces,&amp;nbsp;and the buyo-leaf too, and gave them to the monkeys and the other&lt;br /&gt;
animals. Everybody began to chew; and the Tortoise went away to&amp;nbsp;a distance about the length of one field (sebad kinamat), where he&amp;nbsp;could get out of sight, under shelter of some trees. Then he called to&amp;nbsp;the monkeys, &quot;All of you are eating monkey, just like your own body:&amp;nbsp;you are chewing up one of your own family.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that, all the monkeys were angry, and ran screaming to catch the&amp;nbsp;Tortoise. But the Tortoise had hid under the felled trunk of an old&amp;nbsp;palma brava tree. As each monkey passed close by the trunk where the&amp;nbsp;Tortoise lay concealed, the Tortoise said, &quot;Drag your membrum! here&#39;s&amp;nbsp;a felled tree&quot; (Supa tapo! basio&#39; [141]).&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus every monkey passed by clear of the trunk, until the last one&amp;nbsp;came by; and he was both blind and deaf. When he followed the rest,&amp;nbsp;he could not hear the Tortoise call out, &quot;Supa tapo! basio&#39;;&quot; and&amp;nbsp;his membrum struck against the fallen trunk. He stopped, and became&amp;nbsp;aware of the Tortoise underneath. Then he screamed to the rest;&amp;nbsp;and all the monkeys came running back, and surrounded the Tortoise,&amp;nbsp;threatening him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What do you want?&quot; inquired the Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You shall die,&quot; cried the monkeys. &quot;Tell us what will kill you. We&amp;nbsp;will chop you to pieces with the axe.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, no! that won&#39;t hurt me in the least,&quot; replied the Tortoise. &quot;You&amp;nbsp;can see the marks on my shell, where my father used to cut my body:&amp;nbsp;but that didn&#39;t kill me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We will put you in the fire, then, and burn you to death,&quot; chorused&amp;nbsp;the monkeys. &quot;Will that do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Fire does not hurt me,&quot; returned the Tortoise. &quot;Look at my body! See&amp;nbsp;how brown it is where my father used to stick me into the fire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What, then, is best to kill you?&quot; urged the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The way to kill me,&quot; replied the Tortoise, &quot;is to take the punch&amp;nbsp;used for brass, bulit, [142] and run [143] it into my rectum. Then&amp;nbsp;throw me into the big pond, and drown me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the monkeys did as they were told, and threw him into the&amp;nbsp;pond. But the Tortoise began to swim about in the water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Exultantly he called to the monkeys, &quot;This is my own home: you see&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t drown.&quot; And the lake was so deep that the monkeys could not&amp;nbsp;get him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the monkeys hurried to and fro, summoning all the animals in the&amp;nbsp;world to drink the water in the lake. They all came,--deer, pigs,&amp;nbsp;jungle-fowl, monkeys, and all the rest,--and began to drink. They&amp;nbsp;covered their pagindis [144] with leaves, so that the water could&amp;nbsp;not run out of their bodies. After a time, they had drunk so much&amp;nbsp;that the lake became shallow, and one could see the Tortoise&#39;s back.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the red-billed bakaka-bird that lived in a tree by the water was&amp;nbsp;watching; and as quick as the back of the Tortoise came into sight,&amp;nbsp;the bird flew down and picked off the leaves from the pagindis of&amp;nbsp;the deer. Then the water ran out from their bodies until the lake&amp;nbsp;rose again, and covered the Tortoise. Satisfied, the bird flew back&amp;nbsp;into the tree. But the deer got fresh leaves to cover their pagindis,&amp;nbsp;and began to drink again. Then the bird flew to the monkeys, and began&amp;nbsp;to take the leaves from their pagindis; but one monkey saw him doing&amp;nbsp;it, and slapped him. This made the bird fall down, and then all the&amp;nbsp;monkeys left the Tortoise in the lake, and ran to revenge themselves&amp;nbsp;on the bird.&lt;br /&gt;
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They snatched him up, pulled out every one of his feathers with their&amp;nbsp;fingers, and laid him naked upon the stump of a tree. All the animals&amp;nbsp;went home, leaving the bird on the stump.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two days later, one Monkey came to look at the Bakaka. Little feathers&amp;nbsp;were beginning to grow out; but the Monkey thought the bird was dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Maggots are breeding in it,&quot; said the Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three more days passed, and then the Monkey came again. The Bakaka&#39;s&amp;nbsp;feathers had grown out long by that time; and the Monkey said,&amp;nbsp;&quot;It was all rotten, and the pigs ate it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the bird had flown away. He flew to the north until he reached a&amp;nbsp;meadow with a big tual-tree in the middle. The tree was loaded with&amp;nbsp;ripe fruit. [145] Perched on one of the branches, the bird ate all&amp;nbsp;he wanted, and when done he took six of the fruit of the tual, and&amp;nbsp;made a necklace for himself. With this hung round his neck, he flew&amp;nbsp;to the house where the old Monkey lived, and sat on the roof. He&amp;nbsp;dropped one tual through the roof, and it fell down on the floor,&amp;nbsp;where all the little monkey-children ran for it, dancing and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Don&#39;t make such a noise!&quot; chided the old Monkey, &quot;and do not take&amp;nbsp;the tual, for the Bakaka will be angry, and he is a great bird.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the bird flew down into the house, and gave one tual to the&amp;nbsp;old Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;That is good,&quot; said the old Monkey, tasting it. &quot;Tell me where you&amp;nbsp;got it.&quot; But the bird would not tell. Then the old monkey stood up,&amp;nbsp;and kissed him, and begged to be taken to the tual-tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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At last the Bakaka said to all the monkeys, &quot;Three days from now you&amp;nbsp;may all go to the tual-tree. I want you all to go, the blind monkey&amp;nbsp;too. Go to the meadow where the grass grows high, and there, in the&amp;nbsp;centre of the meadow, is the tual-tree. If you see the sky and the&amp;nbsp;air black, do not speak a word; for if you speak, you will get sick.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At the set time, all the monkeys started for the meadow, except one&amp;nbsp;female monkey that was expecting a baby. The deer and all the other&amp;nbsp;animals went along, except a few of the females who could not go. They&lt;br /&gt;
all reached the meadow-grass; and the monkeys climbed up the tual-tree&amp;nbsp;that stood in the centre of the field, until all the branches were&amp;nbsp;full of monkeys. The birds and the jungle-fowl flew up in the tree;&amp;nbsp;but the deer and the other animals waited clown on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the sky grew black, for the Bakaka and the Tortoise were going&amp;nbsp;around the meadow with lighted sticks of balekayo, [146] and setting&amp;nbsp;fire to the grass. The air was full of smoke, and the little monkeys&amp;nbsp;were crying; but the old Monkey bit them, and said, &quot;Keep still,&amp;nbsp;for the Bakaka told us not to speak.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the meadow-grass was all ablaze, and the flames crept nearer and&amp;nbsp;nearer to the tual-tree. Then all the monkeys saw the fire, and cried,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh! what will become of us?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of the birds and most of the chickens flew away; but some died&amp;nbsp;in the flames. A few of the pigs ran away, but most of them died. The&amp;nbsp;other animals were burned to death. Not a single monkey escaped, save&lt;br /&gt;
only the female monkey who staid at home. When her baby was born,&amp;nbsp;it was a boy-monkey. The mother made it her husband, and from this&amp;nbsp;pair came many monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the same with the deer. All were burned, except one doe who&amp;nbsp;staid at home. When her little fawn was born, it was a male. She made&amp;nbsp;it her husband, and from this one pair came many deer.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day the Chameleon (palas [132]) and the Monitor-lizard (ibid&amp;nbsp;[133]) were out in a deep forest together. They thought they would&amp;nbsp;try scratching each other&#39;s backs to make pretty figures on them.&lt;br /&gt;
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First the Chameleon said to the Monitor-lizard, &quot;You must scratch a&amp;nbsp;nice pattern on my back.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Monitor went to work, and the Chameleon had a fine&amp;nbsp;scratching. Monitor made a nice, even pattern on his back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Monitor asked Chameleon for a scratching. But no sooner had&amp;nbsp;Chameleon begun to work on Monitor&#39;s back than there came the sound of&amp;nbsp;a dog barking. A man was hunting in the forest with his dog. The sharp&amp;nbsp;barks came nearer and nearer to the two lizards; and the Chameleon&amp;nbsp;got such a scare, that his fingers shook, and the pretty design&amp;nbsp;he was making went all askew. Then he stopped short and ran away,&amp;nbsp;leaving the Monitor with a very shabby marking on his back.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the reason that the monitor-lizard is not so pretty as the&amp;nbsp;chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;
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An old man was fishing in the brook; but the water kept getting muddy,&amp;nbsp;and he did not know what was the matter. Then he went away, and he&amp;nbsp;walked and walked. After he had gone some distance, he saw in the mud&amp;nbsp;a big lion [131] that eats people. The Lion had been sleeping in the&amp;nbsp;mud. He said to the man, &quot;If you&#39;ll pull me out of the mud and ride&amp;nbsp;me to my town, I will give you many things.&quot; Then the man drew the&amp;nbsp;Lion from the mud.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lion stood still a while, and then said, &quot;Now you must ride on me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the man mounted the Lion, and rode until they came to a large&amp;nbsp;meadow, when the Lion said, &quot;Now I am going to eat you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man replied, &quot;But first let us go and ask the Carabao.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lion consented, and they went on until they reached the Carabao.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;This Lion wants to eat me,&quot; complained the man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, indeed! eat him, Lion,&quot; answered the Carabao, &quot;for the men are&amp;nbsp;all the time riding on my back, and whipping me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There were many Carabaos in the field, and they all agreed to this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the man said to the Lion, &quot;You may eat me; but we will first go&amp;nbsp;and tell the Cows.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon they reached the Cows&#39; home, and the man told them that the Lion&amp;nbsp;wanted to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;
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At once the Cows exclaimed, &quot;Yes, eat him, Lion, because all day long&amp;nbsp;the people drive us away from their fields.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;All right!&quot; assented the man; &quot;but first let us speak to the Dogs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When they came to the Dogs&#39; home, the man cried, &quot;The Lion is going&amp;nbsp;to eat me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Dogs said to the Lion, &quot;Devour this man; for every day, when men&amp;nbsp;are eating, they beat us away from the food.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At last the man said, &quot;Sure enough, you will eat me up, Lion; but&amp;nbsp;let us just go to the Cat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When they reached the Cat&#39;s home, they found her sitting at the door,&amp;nbsp;keeping her nice house. It had groves of coconut-palms around it. The&amp;nbsp;Cat lived all alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man said to her, &quot;This Lion wants to eat me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, Lion,&quot; the Cat replied; &quot;but first you make a deep hole in the&amp;nbsp;ground. We will race each other into the hole. If you jump in first,&amp;nbsp;then I shall lose and you will win.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the Lion ran, and jumped into the hole. Then the Cat covered&amp;nbsp;him with earth and stones until he was dead. But before he died,&amp;nbsp;the Lion called to the Cat, &quot;Whenever I see your excrement (tai),&amp;nbsp;I shall eat it.&quot; That is why the Cat hides her excrement, because&amp;nbsp;she is afraid the Lion will come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, the Lion is the dog of the Buso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Very long ago the coconut used to be the head of the cat. That is why&amp;nbsp;the cat loves coconut so much. When the Bagobo are eating coconut,&amp;nbsp;they let the cat jump up and have some too, because her head once&amp;nbsp;turned into a coconut. When the cat hears the Bagobo scraping coconut&amp;nbsp;in the kitchen, she runs quickly to get some to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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We cut off some of the fur from the tip of the cat&#39;s tail, and put the&amp;nbsp;hairs under one of the big stones (sigung) where the fire burns. This&amp;nbsp;is why the cat loves the house where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the cat dies, her gimokud takawanan [130] goes down to Gimokudan,&amp;nbsp;where the spirits of dead people go.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/6689921959832106139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/6689921959832106139?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/6689921959832106139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/6689921959832106139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/10/cat.html' title='The Cat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-8238808960275079716</id><published>2011-10-18T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:23:34.261+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betel nut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="datu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gold"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kamagi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaki toluk waig"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mouse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nine finger-rings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="squirrel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sultan"/><title type='text'>The Woman and the Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
One day a woman went out to find water. She had no water to drink,&amp;nbsp;because all the streams were dried up. As she went along, she saw&amp;nbsp;some water in a leaf. She drank it, and washed her body. As soon as&amp;nbsp;she had drunk the water, her head began to hurt. Then she went home,&amp;nbsp;spread out a mat, lay down on it, and went to sleep. She slept for&amp;nbsp;nine days. When she woke up, she took a comb and combed her hair. As&amp;nbsp;she combed it, a squirrel-baby came out from her hair. After the baby&amp;nbsp;had been in the house one week, it began to grow and jump about. It&amp;nbsp;staid up under the roof of the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day the Squirrel said to his mother, &quot;O mother! I want you to&amp;nbsp;go to the house of the Datu who is called &#39;sultan,&#39; and take these&amp;nbsp;nine kamagi [128] and these nine finger-rings to pay for the sultan&#39;s&amp;nbsp;daughter, because I want to marry her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the mother went to the sultan&#39;s house and remained there an&amp;nbsp;hour. The sultan said, &quot;What do you want?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman answered, &quot;Nothing. I came for betel-nuts.&quot; Then the woman&amp;nbsp;went back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Squirrel met her, and said, &quot;Where are my nine necklaces?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Here they are,&quot; said the woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the Squirrel was angry at his mother, and bit her with his&amp;nbsp;little teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again he said to his mother, &quot;You go there and take the nine&amp;nbsp;necklaces.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the woman started off again. When she reached the sultan&#39;s house,&amp;nbsp;she said to him, &quot;I have come with these nine necklaces and these&amp;nbsp;nine finger-rings that my son sends to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes,&quot; said the sultan; &quot;but I want my house to become gold, and I want&amp;nbsp;all my plants to become gold, and everything I have to turn into gold.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the woman left the presents to pay for the sultan&#39;s daughter. The&amp;nbsp;sultan told her that he wanted his house to be turned into gold that&amp;nbsp;very night. Then the woman went back and told all this to her son. The&amp;nbsp;Squirrel said, &quot;That is good, my mother.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, when night came, the Squirrel went to the sultan&#39;s house, and&amp;nbsp;stood in the middle of the path, and called to his brother, the Mouse,&amp;nbsp;&quot;My brother, come out! I want to see you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the great Mouse came out. All the hairs of his coat were of gold,&amp;nbsp;and his eyes were of glass.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mouse said, &quot;What do you want of me, my brother Squirrel?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I called you,&quot; answered the Squirrel, &quot;for your gold coat. I want&amp;nbsp;some of that to turn the sultan&#39;s house into gold.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Squirrel bit the skin of the Mouse, and took off some of the&amp;nbsp;gold, and left him. Then he began to turn the sultan&#39;s things into&amp;nbsp;gold. First of all, he rubbed the gold on the betel-nut trees of the&amp;nbsp;sultan; next, he rubbed all the other trees and all the plants; third,&amp;nbsp;he rubbed the house and all the things in it. Then the sultan&#39;s town&amp;nbsp;you could see as in a bright day. You would think there was no night&amp;nbsp;there--always day.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this time, the sultan was asleep. When he woke up, he was so&amp;nbsp;frightened to see all his things, and his house, of gold, that he&amp;nbsp;died in about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Squirrel and the daughter of the sultan were married. The&amp;nbsp;Squirrel staid in her father&#39;s home for one month, and then they went&amp;nbsp;to live in the house of the Squirrel&#39;s mother. And they took from&amp;nbsp;the sultan&#39;s place, a deer, a fish, and all kinds of food. After the&amp;nbsp;sultan&#39;s daughter had lived with the Squirrel for one year, he took&amp;nbsp;off his coat and became a Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig. [129]&lt;br /&gt;
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There came a day when the kingfisher (kobug [124]) had nothing to&amp;nbsp;drink, and was thirsty for water. Then she walked along the bed of&amp;nbsp;the brook, searching for a drink; but the waters of the brook were&amp;nbsp;all dried up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, on that very day, the Maganud went up the mountain to get some&amp;nbsp;agsam [125] to make leglets for himself. And when he came near to where&amp;nbsp;the bulla grows, he stopped to urinate, and the urine sprinkled one of&amp;nbsp;the great bulla-leaves. Then he went on up the mountain. Just then, the&amp;nbsp;kingfisher came along, still looking for a mountain-stream. Quickly she&amp;nbsp;caught sight of the leaf of the bulla-tree all sprinkled with water;&lt;br /&gt;
but the man had gone away. Then the kingfisher gladly drank a few&amp;nbsp;drops of the water, and washed her feathers. But no sooner had she&amp;nbsp;quenched her thirst, and taken a bath, than her head began to pain&amp;nbsp;her. Then she went home to her little house in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, every day the kingfisher laid one egg, and that day she laid&amp;nbsp;her egg as usual. But when the egg hatched out, it was no feathered&amp;nbsp;nestling, but a baby-boy, that broke the shell.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh!&quot; cried the frightened bird. &quot;What will become of me?&quot; Then she&amp;nbsp;ran off a little way from her nest, and started to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the little boy cried out, &quot;Mother, mother, don&#39;t be afraid of me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the kingfisher came back to her baby. And the child grew bigger&amp;nbsp;every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, the boy was old enough to walk and play around. Then&amp;nbsp;one day he went alone to the house of the Maganud, and climbed up&amp;nbsp;the steps and looked in at the door. The Maganud was sitting there on&amp;nbsp;the floor of his house; and the little boy ran up to him and hugged&amp;nbsp;him, and cried for joy. But the Maganud was startled and dismayed;&amp;nbsp;for he was a chaste malaki, [126] and had no children. Yet this boy&amp;nbsp;called him &quot;father,&quot; and begged for ripe bananas in a very familiar&amp;nbsp;manner. After they had talked for a little while, the Maganud went&amp;nbsp;with the child to the home of the kingfisher.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kingfisher had made her nest at the foot of a great hollow&amp;nbsp;tree. She had dug out a hole, about four feet deep, in the soft ground,&amp;nbsp;and fixed a roof by heaping over the hole the powdered rotten bark of&amp;nbsp;the old tree. The roof stood up just a few inches above the ground;&amp;nbsp;and when the Maganud saw it, he thought it was a mere little heap of&amp;nbsp;earth. Immediately, however, as he looked at the lowly nest, it became&amp;nbsp;a fine house with walls of gold, and pillars of ivory. The eaves were&amp;nbsp;all hung with little bells (korung-korung [127]); and the whole house&amp;nbsp;was radiantly bright, for over it forked lighting played continually.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kingfisher took off her feather coat, and became a lovely woman,&amp;nbsp;and then she and the Malaki were married. They had bananas and&amp;nbsp;cocoanut-groves, and all things, and they became rich people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not long ago, a young man named Iro went out, about two o&#39;clock in the&amp;nbsp;afternoon, to get some tobacco from one of the neighbors. Not far from&amp;nbsp;his house, he saw his friend Atun coming along; and Atun said to him,&amp;nbsp;&quot;I&#39;ve got some tobacco hidden away in a place in the woods. Let us&amp;nbsp;go and get it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So they went along together. When they reached the forest, Atun&amp;nbsp;disappeared, and Iro could not see which way he had gone. Then he&amp;nbsp;concluded that it was not Atun, but a S&#39;iring, whom he had met. He&amp;nbsp;started for home, and reached there about eight o&#39;clock in the&amp;nbsp;evening. To his astonishment, he saw Atun sitting there in the&amp;nbsp;house. Confused and wondering, he asked Atun, &quot;Did you carry me away?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But his friend Atun laughed, and said, &quot;Where should I carry you? I&amp;nbsp;have not been anywhere.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Iro was convinced that a S&#39;iring had tried to lure him into&amp;nbsp;the forest.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you have a companion, the S&#39;iring cannot hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;
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The S&#39;iring [120] is the ugly man that has long nails and curly&amp;nbsp;hair. He lives in the forest trees. If a boy goes into the forest&amp;nbsp;without a companion, the S&#39;iring tries to carry him off. When you meet&amp;nbsp;a S&#39;iring, he will look like your father, or mother, or some friend;&amp;nbsp;and he will hide his long nails behind his back, so that you cannot&amp;nbsp;see them. It is the S&#39;iring who makes the echo (a&#39;u&#39;d). When you&amp;nbsp;talk in a loud voice, the S&#39;iring will answer you in a faint voice,&amp;nbsp;because he wants to get you and carry you away.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was once a boy who went without a companion into the forest,&amp;nbsp;and he met a man who looked just like his own father, but it was a&amp;nbsp;S&#39;iring; and the S&#39;iring made him believe that he was his father. The&amp;nbsp;S&#39;iring said to the boy, &quot;Come, you must go with me. We will shoot&amp;nbsp;some wild birds with our bow and arrows.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the boy, not doubting that he heard his father&#39;s voice, followed&amp;nbsp;the S&#39;iring into the deep forest. After a while, the boy lost his&amp;nbsp;memory, and forgot the way to his own house. The S&#39;iring took him up&amp;nbsp;on a high mountain, and gave him food; but the poor boy had now lost&amp;nbsp;his mind, and he thought the food was a milleped one fathom long,&amp;nbsp;or it seemed to him the long, slim worm called liwati.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the days went on, the boy eating little, and growing thinner&amp;nbsp;and weaker all the time. When he met any men in the forest, he grew&amp;nbsp;frightened, and would run away. When he had been a long time in the&amp;nbsp;forest, the S&#39;iring called to him and said, &quot;We will move on now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So they started off again. When they reached the high bank of a deep&amp;nbsp;and swift-flowing river, the S&#39;iring scratched the boy with his long&amp;nbsp;nails. Straightway the boy felt so tired that he could no longer stand&amp;nbsp;on his legs, and then he dropped down into the ravine. He fell on the&amp;nbsp;hard rocks, so that his bones were broken, and his skull split open.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this time, the mother at home was mourning for her son, and crying&amp;nbsp;all day long. But soon she arranged a little shrine (tambara [121])&amp;nbsp;under the great tree, and, having placed there a white bowl with a&amp;nbsp;few betel-nuts and some buyo-leaf as an offering for her son, she&amp;nbsp;crouched on the ground and prayed for his life to the god in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, when the S&#39;iring heard her prayer, he took some betel-nuts, and&amp;nbsp;went to the place where the boy&#39;s body lay. On the parts where the&amp;nbsp;bones were broken, he spit betel-nut, and did the same to the boy&#39;s&amp;nbsp;head. Immediately the boy came to life, and felt well again. Then the&amp;nbsp;S&#39;iring took him up, and carried him to the shrine where the mother&amp;nbsp;was praying; but she could not see the S&#39;iring nor her boy. She went&amp;nbsp;home crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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That night, as the woman slept, she dreamed that a boy came close to&amp;nbsp;her, and spoke about her son. &quot;To-morrow morning,&quot; he said, &quot;you must&amp;nbsp;pick red peppers, and get a lemon, [122] and carry them to the shrine,&amp;nbsp;and burn them in the fire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Next morning, the woman hastened to gather the peppers, and get&amp;nbsp;a lemon, and with happy face she ran to the shrine under the big&amp;nbsp;tree. There she made a fire, and burned the lemon and the red peppers,&amp;nbsp;as the dream had told her. And, as soon as she had done this, her&amp;nbsp;son appeared from under the great tree. Then his mother caught him&amp;nbsp;in her arms, and held him close, and cried for joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you lose your things, you may be sure that the S&#39;iring has hidden&amp;nbsp;them. What you have to do is to burn some red peppers with beeswax&amp;nbsp;(tadu ka petiukan [123]), and observe carefully the direction in which&amp;nbsp;the smoke goes. The way the smoke goes points out where your things&amp;nbsp;are hidden, because the S&#39;iring is afraid of the wax of bees. He is&amp;nbsp;afraid, too, of red peppers and of lemons.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before the world was made, there were Tagamaling. The Tagamaling&amp;nbsp;is the best Buso, because he does not want to hurt man all of the&amp;nbsp;time. Tagamaling is actually Buso only a part of the time; that is,&amp;nbsp;the month when he eats people. One month he eats human flesh, and&amp;nbsp;then he is Buso; the next month he eats no human flesh, and then he&amp;nbsp;is a god. So he alternates, month by month. The month he is Buso,&amp;nbsp;he wants to eat man during the dark of the moon; that is, between&amp;nbsp;the phases that the moon is full in the east and new in the west.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other class of Buso, however, wants human flesh all of the&amp;nbsp;time. They are the Tigbanua&#39;, the chief of whom is Datu of all the&amp;nbsp;Buso. A Tigbanua&#39; lives in his own house, and goes out only to eat&amp;nbsp;the bodies of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tagamaling makes his house in trees that have hard wood, and low,&amp;nbsp;broad-spreading branches. His house is almost like gold, and is called&amp;nbsp;&quot;Palimbing,&quot; but it is made so that you cannot see it; and, when&amp;nbsp;you pass by, you think, &quot;Oh! what a fine tree with big branches,&quot;&amp;nbsp;not dreaming that it is the house of a Tagamaling. Sometimes, when&amp;nbsp;you walk in the forest, you think you see one of their houses; but&amp;nbsp;when you come near to the place, there is nothing. Yet you can smell&amp;nbsp;the good things to eat in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once a young man named Duling, and his younger brother, went out&amp;nbsp;into the woods to trap wild chickens. Duling had on his back a basket&amp;nbsp;holding a decoy cock, together with the snares of running-nooses and&amp;nbsp;all the parts of the trap. While they were looking for a good spot to&amp;nbsp;drive in the stakes for the snare, they heard the voice of Tagamaling&amp;nbsp;in the trees, saying, &quot;Duling, Duling, come in! My mother is making&amp;nbsp;a little fiesta here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The boys looked up, and could see the house gleaming there in the&amp;nbsp;branches, and there were two Tagamaling-women calling to them. In&amp;nbsp;response to the call, Duling&#39;s younger brother went up quickly&amp;nbsp;into the house; but Duling waited on the ground below. He wanted the&amp;nbsp;Tagamaling-girls to come down to him, for he was enamoured (kalatugan)&amp;nbsp;of them. Then one girl ran down to urge Duling to come up into the&amp;nbsp;tree. And as soon as she came close to him, he caught her to his&amp;nbsp;breast, and hugged her and caressed her.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a moment, Duling realized that the girl was gone, and that he was&amp;nbsp;holding in his arms a nanga-bush, full of thorns. He had thought to&amp;nbsp;catch the girl, but, instead, sharp thorns had pricked him full of&amp;nbsp;sores. Then from above he heard the woman&#39;s voice, tauntingly sweet,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Don&#39;t feel bad, Duling; for right here is your younger brother.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet the young man, gazing here and there, saw around him only tall&amp;nbsp;trees, and could not catch a glimpse of the girl who mocked him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately, Duling, as he stood there, was turned into a rock. But&amp;nbsp;the little brother married the Tagamaling-girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a place high up in the mountains of Mindanao, about eight&amp;nbsp;hours&#39; ride west of Santa Cruz, where you may see the rock, and you&amp;nbsp;will know at once that it is a human figure. There is Duling, with&amp;nbsp;the trap and the decoy cock on his shoulder. You may see the cock&#39;s&amp;nbsp;feathers too.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/8046175904943355040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/8046175904943355040?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/8046175904943355040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/8046175904943355040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-duling-and-tagamaling.html' title='Story of Duling and the Tagamaling'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-3712542240091663719</id><published>2011-10-01T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:35:26.944+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="balete"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carabao"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kisi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lanag-lanag"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liwaan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magbo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paga"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paminug"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pananag"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pig"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pigsa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tapo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tigbanua"/><title type='text'>How a Dog Scared the Buso</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
The Tigbanua&#39; are the worst of all the Buso; they want to be&amp;nbsp;eating human flesh all the time. They live in great forests,--in&amp;nbsp;the pananag-tree, in the magbo-tree, in the baliti-tree, and in&amp;nbsp;the liwaan-tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day a man went out to hunt, and he took his dog with him. On&amp;nbsp;his way to the woods, he speared a very little pig. By the time he&amp;nbsp;reached the great forest, night had come. He made a little shelter,&amp;nbsp;and kindled a fire. Then he cleaned the pig and cut it into pieces,&amp;nbsp;and tied three sticks of wood together, and placed them on two upright&amp;nbsp;pieces of wood stuck in the ground. On this paga he laid the pig-meat&amp;nbsp;to broil over the flames.&lt;br /&gt;
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By and by he got very sleepy, and thought he would go under the shelter&amp;nbsp;and take a nap. But just then he heard voices up in the big trees. He&amp;nbsp;listened, and heard the Tigbanua&#39; talking to one another.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tigbanua&#39; that lives in the liwaan-tree called out to the Tigbanua&#39;&amp;nbsp;that lives in the pananag-tree, &quot;The mighty chief of all the Tigbanua&#39;,&amp;nbsp;who lives in the sigmit-tree, gives this command to his people: &#39;Don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;make fun of the man, because he has been here many times before.&#39; &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And right there, under the trees, the man, standing by his dog, was&amp;nbsp;listening to the talk of the Buso. The dog was sleeping near the fire,&amp;nbsp;and he was as big as the calf of a carabao. Very quietly his master&amp;nbsp;spread his own sleeping-tunic (kisi) over the dog, and crept away,&amp;nbsp;leaving him asleep in the warm place. The man hid in the shelter,&amp;nbsp;and waited.&lt;br /&gt;
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Presently many of the Tigbanua&#39; began coming down from the trees,&amp;nbsp;for some of them did not give obedience (paminug) to their Datu. They&amp;nbsp;gathered around the fire, and sat down. By and by, as they sat near&amp;nbsp;the fire, the penis (tapo) of every one of the Tigbanua&#39; began to&amp;nbsp;grow bigger and bigger (lanag-lanag). All at once, the Tigbanua&#39;&amp;nbsp;caught sight of the tunic spread out, and showing the form of a huge&amp;nbsp;head and body under it. They all thought it was the man; and they&amp;nbsp;rushed up to it, and hugged it. But the dog woke up, jumped out from&amp;nbsp;under the tunic, and bit the Tigbanua&#39;. Then they all ran. One of them&amp;nbsp;climbed up the tree to his own house, the dog holding on to his leg,&amp;nbsp;and biting him all the time. But when they were halfway up the tree,&amp;nbsp;the dog fell down and got hurt. And the Tigbanua&#39; called down to the&amp;nbsp;dog, &quot;Swell up, swell up!&quot; (&quot;Pigsa, pigsa!&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;
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All the other Tigbanua&#39; were afraid of the big dog, and ran away. So&amp;nbsp;the man slept well all night, because the Buso could not hurt him now.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cat is the best animal. She keeps us from the Buso. One night the&amp;nbsp;Buso came into the house, and said to the cat, &quot;I should like to eat&amp;nbsp;your mistress.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I will let you do it,&quot; replied the cat; &quot;but first you must count&amp;nbsp;all the hairs of my coat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Buso began to count. But while he was counting, the cat kept&amp;nbsp;wriggling her tail, and sticking up her back. That made her fur stand&amp;nbsp;up on end, so that the Buso kept losing count, and never knew where&lt;br /&gt;
he left off. And while the Buso was still trying to count the cat&#39;s&amp;nbsp;hairs, daylight came.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one reason why we must not kill the cat. If a Bagobo should&amp;nbsp;kill a cat, it would make him very sick. He would get skinny, and&amp;nbsp;die. Some Bagobo have been known to kill the cat; but they always&amp;nbsp;got sick afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Moon is a great liar. One night long ago, the Buso looked over&amp;nbsp;the earth and could not discover any people, because everybody was&amp;nbsp;asleep. Then Buso went to the Moon, and asked her where all the people&amp;nbsp;were to be found.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, you will not find a living person on the earth!&quot; replied the&amp;nbsp;Moon. &quot;Everybody in the world is dead.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Good!&quot; thought Buso. &quot;To-morrow I shall have a fine meal of them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buso never eats living flesh, only dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next morning, Buso started for the graveyard; but on the way he met&amp;nbsp;the Sun, and stopped to speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;How about the men on earth?&quot; he questioned.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;They&#39;re all right,&quot; said the Sun. &quot;All the people are working and&amp;nbsp;playing and cooking rice.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Buso was furious to find himself tricked. That night he went&amp;nbsp;again to the Moon and asked for the men, and, as before, the Moon&amp;nbsp;assured him that everybody was dead. But the next morning the Sun&amp;nbsp;showed him all the people going about their work as usual. Thus the&amp;nbsp;Buso has been fooled over and over again. The Moon tells him every&amp;nbsp;night the same story.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/1835837968383210277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/1835837968383210277?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/1835837968383210277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/1835837968383210277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-moon-tricks-buso.html' title='How the Moon Tricks the Buso'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-1079981607409026968</id><published>2011-09-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:48:07.729+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alumayag"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bamboo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kabayawa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="karirik"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="langungan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malagusan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monkey"/><title type='text'>The Buso-Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
One day a man went out, carrying seventeen arrows, to hunt monkeys;&amp;nbsp;but he found none. Next day he went again, and, as he walked along&amp;nbsp;on the slope of the mountain called Malagu&#39;san, he heard the sound of&amp;nbsp;the chattering of monkeys in the trees. Looking up, he saw the great&amp;nbsp;monkey sitting on an aluma&#39;yag-tree. He took a shot at the monkey, but&amp;nbsp;his arrow missed aim; and the next time he had no better luck. Twice&amp;nbsp;eight he tried it; but he never hit the mark. The monkey seemed to&amp;nbsp;lead a charmed life. Finally he took his seventeenth and last arrow,&amp;nbsp;and brought down his game; the monkey fell down dead. But a voice&amp;nbsp;came from the monkey&#39;s body that said, &quot;You must carry me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the man picked up the monkey, and started to go back home; but&amp;nbsp;on the way the monkey said, &quot;You are to make a fire, and eat me up&amp;nbsp;right here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the man laid the monkey on the ground. Again came the voice,&amp;nbsp;&quot;You will find a bamboo to put me in; by and by you shall eat me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Off went the man to find the bamboo called laya, letting the monkey&amp;nbsp;lie on the ground, where he had dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;
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He walked on until he reached a forest of bamboo. There, swinging&amp;nbsp;on a branch of the laya, was a karirik-bird. And the bird chirped to&amp;nbsp;the man, &quot;Where are you going?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man answered, &quot;I am looking for bamboo to put the monkey in.&quot;But the karirik-bird exclaimed, &quot;Run away, quick! for by and by the&amp;nbsp;monkey will become a buso. I will wait here, and be cutting the laya;&lt;br /&gt;
then, when the monkey calls you, I will answer him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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In the mean time the monkey had become a great buso. He had only one&amp;nbsp;eye, and that stood right in the middle of his forehead, looking just&amp;nbsp;like the big bowl called langungan (the very bad buso have only one&lt;br /&gt;
eye; some have only one leg).&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Buso-monkey had waited many hours for the man to come back,&amp;nbsp;he started out to look for him. When he reached the forest of laya,&amp;nbsp;he called to the man, &quot;Where are you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the karirik-bird answered from the tree, &quot;Here I am, right here,&amp;nbsp;cutting the bamboo.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the man had run away, because the bird had sent him off, and made&amp;nbsp;him run very fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as the bird had answered the Buso, it flew off to another&amp;nbsp;bamboo-tree, and there the Buso spied it, and knew that he had been&amp;nbsp;fooled; and he said, &quot;It&#39;s a man I want; you&#39;re just a bird. I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;care for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Directly then the Buso began to smell around the ground where the&amp;nbsp;man had started to run up the mountain-side, and, as quick as he&amp;nbsp;caught the scent, he trailed the man. He ran and ran, and all the&amp;nbsp;time the man was running too; but soon the Buso began to gain on&amp;nbsp;him. After a while, when the Buso had come close upon him, the man&amp;nbsp;tried to look for some covert. He reached a big rock, and cried out,&amp;nbsp;&quot;O rock! will you give me shelter when the Buso tries to eat me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No,&quot; replied the rock; &quot;for, if I should help you, the Buso would&amp;nbsp;break me off and throw me away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the man ran on; and the Buso came nearer and nearer, searching&amp;nbsp;behind every rock as he rushed along, and spying up into every tree,&amp;nbsp;to see if, perchance, the man were concealed there.&lt;br /&gt;
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At last the man came to the lemon-tree called kabayawa, that has&amp;nbsp;long, sharp thorns on its branches. And the man cried out to the&amp;nbsp;lemon-tree, &quot;Could you protect me, if I were to hide among your leaves&amp;nbsp;and flowers?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instantly the lemon-tree answered, &quot;Come right up, if you want&amp;nbsp;to.&quot; Then the man climbed the tree, and concealed himself in the&amp;nbsp;branches, among the flowers. Very soon the Buso came under the&amp;nbsp;lemon-tree, and shouted to it, &quot;I smell a man here. You are hiding&amp;nbsp;him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Kabayawa said, &quot;Sure enough, here&#39;s a man! You just climb up and&amp;nbsp;get him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Buso began to scramble up the tree; but as he climbed, the&amp;nbsp;thorns stuck their sharp points into him. The higher he climbed, the&amp;nbsp;longer and sharper grew the thorns of the tree, piercing and tearing,&amp;nbsp;until they killed the Buso.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is because the monkey sometimes turns into a Buso that many Bagobo&amp;nbsp;refuse to eat monkey. But some of the mountain Bagobo eat monkey to&amp;nbsp;keep off sores.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/1079981607409026968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/1079981607409026968?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/1079981607409026968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/1079981607409026968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/09/buso-monkey.html' title='The Buso-Monkey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-3139069325211011909</id><published>2011-09-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:42:39.200+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bagobo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buso-child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Datu Ayo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gulat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kampilan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kawayun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saroar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="umpak"/><title type='text'>The Buso-Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Datu Ayo was a great man among the Bagobo, well known throughout the&amp;nbsp;mountain-country for his bravery and his riches. He had gathered in&amp;nbsp;his house many products of Bagobo workmanship in textiles and brass and&amp;nbsp;fine weapons. At his death, human sacrifices of slaves were offered up&amp;nbsp;for him. It was not many years ago that he went down to the great city&amp;nbsp;of the dead, and many of his children and grandchildren are living&amp;nbsp;now. His sons like to think about their father&#39;s renown; and, as a&amp;nbsp;reminder, the eldest son, Kawayun, always kept in his medicine-case&amp;nbsp;two of the incisor teeth of the great Ayo, until he needed money,&amp;nbsp;and sold the medicine-case with its contents. It had made Kawayun&amp;nbsp;happy to look at his father&#39;s teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Datu Ayo died, his wife was about to become a mother. Now,&amp;nbsp;the Bagobo women know that, when they become pregnant, they must be&amp;nbsp;very careful to protect themselves from the evil Buso. On going to&amp;nbsp;bed at night, an expectant mother places near her the woman&#39;s knife&amp;nbsp;(gulat), the kampilan, [116] and all the other knives, to frighten&amp;nbsp;Buso away. Failing this, the Buso will come to the woman while she&amp;nbsp;sleeps, and change her baby into a Buso-child. One night, the wife&amp;nbsp;of Datu Ayo lay down to sleep without putting any knives near her;&amp;nbsp;and that very night the Buso came, and he transformed her child into&amp;nbsp;a Buso-child. She did not know when he came, nor did she even think&amp;nbsp;that a Buso had been near her, until her baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everybody around the woman at the birth saw that something was the&amp;nbsp;matter with the child. It was little and frail, and as weak as threads&amp;nbsp;of cotton. Its body was flat, and its legs and arms were helpless&amp;nbsp;and flabby. Then all the men said, &quot;That is a Buso-child.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As the little boy grew old enough to creep, he moved just like a fish,&amp;nbsp;with a sort of wriggling motion. He could not stand on his feet,&amp;nbsp;for his legs were too weak to support his body; and he could not sit&amp;nbsp;down, but only lie flat. He could never be dressed in umpak [117]&amp;nbsp;and saroa&#39;r, [118] and his body remained small and puny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the boy is more than fourteen years old, but he cannot walk a&amp;nbsp;step. He understands very well what is said to him, and he can talk,&amp;nbsp;though not distinctly. When he hears it said that somebody is dead,&amp;nbsp;he breaks into laughter, and keeps on laughing. This trait alone&amp;nbsp;would stamp him as a Buso-child.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/3139069325211011909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/3139069325211011909?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/3139069325211011909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/3139069325211011909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/09/buso-child.html' title='The Buso-Child'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-1951970295306365114</id><published>2011-09-18T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:05:29.504+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bagkang"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betel nut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maya bird"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pananag tree"/><title type='text'>The Buso&#39;s Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Two children went out into the field to tend their rice-plants. They&amp;nbsp;said these words to keep the little birds away from the grain:--&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;One, one, maya-bird, [111]&lt;br /&gt;
Yonder in the north;&lt;br /&gt;
Keep off from eating it,&lt;br /&gt;
This my rice.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just then they heard the sound of a voice, calling from the great&amp;nbsp;pananag-tree, [112] &quot;Wait a minute, children, until I make a basket&amp;nbsp;for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What is that?&quot; said the boy to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, nothing!&quot; answered the little girl. &quot;It&#39;s the sound of something.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the children called to their father and mother; but only from&amp;nbsp;the pananag-tree the answer came, &quot;Just wait till I finish this basket&amp;nbsp;to hold you in.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Down, then, from the tree came the great Buso, with a big, deep basket&amp;nbsp;(such as women carry bananas and camotes [113] in) hanging from his&amp;nbsp;shoulders. The frightened children did not dare to run away; and Buso&lt;br /&gt;
sat down near by in the little hut where the rice was kept. Soon he&amp;nbsp;said to the children, &quot;Please comb out my nice hair.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, when they tried to comb his hair, they found it swarming with&amp;nbsp;big lice and worms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well, let&#39;s go on now,&quot; said the Buso. Then he stuffed the children&amp;nbsp;into his deep burden-basket, and swung the basket upon his back.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the instant the little girl screamed out, &quot;Wait a minute, Buso! I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;dropped my comb. Let me down to pick it up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Buso sat down on the ground, and let the girl climb out of&amp;nbsp;the basket. He sat waiting for her to find her comb; but all the time&amp;nbsp;she was picking up big stones, and putting them into the basket. Her&amp;nbsp;brother got out of the basket too, and then both girl and boy climbed&amp;nbsp;up into a tall betel-nut tree, [114] leaving Buso with a basket full&amp;nbsp;of stones on his back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Up to his house in the pananag-tree went Buso with the heavy&amp;nbsp;basket. When his wife saw him, she laughed and shouted very loud. She&amp;nbsp;was glad, because she thought there was a man in the basket, all ready&amp;nbsp;to eat. But, when Buso slipped the basket down from his shoulders,&amp;nbsp;there was no human flesh in it, but only big stones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the angry Buso hurried back to look for the two children. At last&amp;nbsp;he caught sight of them far up in the betel-nut tree, and wondered how&amp;nbsp;he could get them. Now, at the foot of the tree there was a growth&lt;br /&gt;
of the wild plant called &quot;bagkang;&quot; and Buso said words to make the&amp;nbsp;bagkang grow faster and taller:--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Tubu, tubu, bagkang,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Grow, grow, bagkang,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Baba, baba mamaa&#39;n.&quot; [115]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Handle, handle, betel-nut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the children, in their turn, said:--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Tubu, tubu, mamaa&#39;n,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Grow, grow, betel-nut,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Baba, baba bagkang.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Handle, handle, bagkang.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By and by, when the bagkang-stems had grown so tall as almost to reach&amp;nbsp;the clusters of betel-nuts at the top of the trunk, the boy and girl&amp;nbsp;said to each other. &quot;Let us pick betel-nuts, and throw them down on&amp;nbsp;the bagkang.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And as soon as they began to pick, the betel-nuts became so big and&amp;nbsp;heavy that the bagkang-plants fell down when the betel-nuts dropped&amp;nbsp;on them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the Buso went away; and the children climbed down in haste,&amp;nbsp;ran home, and told their mother and father how the Buso had tried to&amp;nbsp;carry them off.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a little house there lived a man and his wife together. One night,&amp;nbsp;after they had been married for a long time, the man told his wife&amp;nbsp;that he would like to go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, yes! my husband,&quot; said the woman eagerly. &quot;Go, and bring me some&amp;nbsp;nice fish to-morrow, so that we can have a good meal.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man went out that same night to fish. And his wife was left alone&amp;nbsp;in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the night, while her husband was away, the Buso came, and tried&amp;nbsp;to pass himself off as her husband, saying, &quot;You see I am back. I&amp;nbsp;got no fish, because I was afraid in the river.&quot; Then the Buso-man&amp;nbsp;made a great fire, and sat down by it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the woman did not believe that it was her husband. So she hid&amp;nbsp;her comb in a place on the floor, and she said to her comb, &quot;If the&amp;nbsp;Buso calls me, do you answer. Tell him that I have run away because&amp;nbsp;I have great fear of the Buso.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, when the Buso called, the Comb answered just as the woman&amp;nbsp;had told it. By and by the Buso went away. In the morning, the man&amp;nbsp;came back from fishing, because daylight had come. And he had a fine&amp;nbsp;catch of fish. Then the woman told him all that had happened, and the&amp;nbsp;man never again let his wife sleep alone in the house. After that,&amp;nbsp;everything went well; for Buso was afraid of the man, and never again&amp;nbsp;attempted to come there.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Buso live in the great branching trees and in the graveyard. The&amp;nbsp;night after a person has been buried, the Buso dig up the body with&amp;nbsp;their claws, and drink all the blood, and eat the flesh. The bones they&amp;nbsp;leave, after eating all the flesh off from them. If you should go to&amp;nbsp;the graveyard at night, you would hear a great noise. It is the sound&amp;nbsp;of all the Buso talking together as they sit around on the ground,&amp;nbsp;with their children playing around them. You cannot see the Buso;&amp;nbsp;but if you do get a glimpse of one of them, it is only for a few&amp;nbsp;minutes. He looks like a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the beginning, everybody could see the Buso, because then the Buso&amp;nbsp;and the people were friendly together. Nobody died in those days,&amp;nbsp;for the Buso helped the men, and kept them from dying. But many years&amp;nbsp;ago the Buso and man had a quarrel, and after that nobody could see&amp;nbsp;the Buso any more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, there is one way to see Buso; but a man must be very brave to&amp;nbsp;do it. While the coffin for a dead man is being made, if you cut some&amp;nbsp;chips from it and carry them to the place where the tree was felled for&amp;nbsp;the box, and lay the chips on the stump from which the wood was cut,&amp;nbsp;and then go again on the night of the funeral to the same place, you&amp;nbsp;will see Buso. Stand near the stump, and you will see passing before&amp;nbsp;you (1) a swarm of fireflies; (2) the intestines of the dead person;&amp;nbsp;(3) many heads of the dead person; (4) many arms of the dead person;&amp;nbsp;(5) many legs of the dead person; (6) the entire body passing before&amp;nbsp;you; (7) shadows flitting before you; and finally (8) the Buso. But&amp;nbsp;no one yet has been brave enough to try it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;But one thing I did when my uncle died,&quot; said my boy informant. &quot;I&amp;nbsp;chipped a piece of wood from the coffin, and tied it to a long string,&amp;nbsp;like a fly to a fish-hook. This I let down between the slats of the&amp;nbsp;floor, as I stood in the room where the dead body lay, and I held&amp;nbsp;the line dangling. As a fish catches at the bait, so Buso seized that&amp;nbsp;bit of wood, and for about two minutes I could feel him pulling at it&amp;nbsp;from under the house. Then I drew up the string with the wood. Buso&amp;nbsp;was there under the house, and smelt the chip from the coffin.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/248044408471853501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/248044408471853501?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/248044408471853501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/248044408471853501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/09/folk-lore-of-buso-how-to-see-buso.html' title='Folk-Lore of the Buso: How to See the Buso'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-5888327025232838191</id><published>2011-08-29T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:07:04.613+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alung"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lizard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mona"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tuglay"/><title type='text'>The Mona</title><content type='html'>When the Mona lived on the earth, there was a certain man who said&amp;nbsp;to his wife, &quot;I want to go out and make some traps.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So that day he went out and made about thirty traps, of sticks with&amp;nbsp;nooses attached, to snare jungle-fowl. His work finished, he returned&amp;nbsp;home. Next day he went out to look at his traps, but found that he had&amp;nbsp;caught, not a wild chicken, but a big lizard (palas [107]) with pretty&amp;nbsp;figured patterns on its back. The man said to the lizard, &quot;Halloo!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he released the lizard, and gave him his own carrying-bag and&amp;nbsp;work-knife, and told him to go straight to his house. But the lizard&amp;nbsp;was afraid to go to the man&#39;s house, for he suspected that the man&amp;nbsp;wanted to make a meal of him. Instead, he ran up a tree, taking with&amp;nbsp;him the knife and the bag. The tree overhung a clear brook, and the&amp;nbsp;lizard could see his reflection (alung) in the water.&lt;br /&gt;
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No fowl could the man snare that day, and he went home. As soon as&amp;nbsp;he reached the house, he said to his wife, &quot;Are you all done cleaning&amp;nbsp;that lizard?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What lizard are you talking about?&quot; returned the woman. &quot;There&#39;s no&amp;nbsp;lizard here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I sent one here,&quot; insisted the man, &quot;and I&#39;m hungry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We have no lizard,&quot; repeated his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a hot temper the man went back to his traps, and there saw the&amp;nbsp;tracks of the lizard, leading, not towards his house, but exactly&amp;nbsp;in the opposite direction. Following the tracks, he reached the&amp;nbsp;brook, and at once caught sight of the lizard&#39;s reflection in the&amp;nbsp;water. Immediately the man jumped into the water, grasping for the&amp;nbsp;image of the slippery lizard; but he had to jump out again with empty&amp;nbsp;hands. He tried again. Hour after hour he kept on jumping, until he&amp;nbsp;got so wet and cold that he had to give it up and go home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The lizard is right over there in the brook,&quot; he told his wife;&amp;nbsp;&quot;but I could not get hold of him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;ll go and look at him with you,&quot; she said.&lt;br /&gt;
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So together they reached the brook; and the woman glanced first into&amp;nbsp;the water, and then up into the tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You foolish man,&quot; she smiled. &quot;Look in the tree for your&amp;nbsp;lizard. That&#39;s just his shadow (alung [109]) in the water.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man looked up, and saw the lizard in the tree. Then he started&amp;nbsp;to climb up the trunk, but found himself so chilled and stiff from&amp;nbsp;jumping into the water, that he kept slipping down whenever he tried&amp;nbsp;to climb. Then the woman took her turn, and got part way up the&amp;nbsp;tree. The man looked up at his wife, and noticed that she had sores&amp;nbsp;on parts of her body where she could not see them, and he called to&amp;nbsp;her, &quot;Come down! don&#39;t climb any higher; you&#39;ve got sores.&quot; So she&amp;nbsp;climbed down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then her husband wanted to get some medicine out of his bag to give&amp;nbsp;her for the sores; but the lizard had his bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Throw down my bag and knife to me!&quot; he shouted up to the lizard,&amp;nbsp;&quot;because I must get busy about fixing medicine for my wife.&quot; And the&amp;nbsp;lizard threw down to him his knife and his bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as they got home, the man made some medicine for his wife;&amp;nbsp;but the sores did not heal. Then he went to his friend Tuglay and said,&amp;nbsp;&quot;What is the medicine for my wife?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuglay went home with the man; and when they reached the house,&amp;nbsp;he told him what he was about to do. &quot;Look!&quot; said the Tuglay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the man looked, and saw the Tuglay go to his wife and consort&amp;nbsp;with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the husband let him do it, for he said to himself, &quot;That is the&amp;nbsp;medicine for my wife.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When the Tuglay was done with the woman, he said, &quot;Go now to your&amp;nbsp;wife.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the man went to her, and said, &quot;This is the best of all.&quot; After&amp;nbsp;that, the man cared for nothing except to be with his wife. He did not&amp;nbsp;even care to eat. He threw out of the house all the food they had,--the&amp;nbsp;rice, the sugarcane, the bananas, and all of their other things. He&amp;nbsp;threw them far away. But after they had taken no food for several&amp;nbsp;days, the man and the woman began to grow thin and weak. Still they&amp;nbsp;did not try to get food, because they wanted only to gratify their&amp;nbsp;passion [110] for each other. At last both of them got very skinny,&amp;nbsp;and finally they died.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/5888327025232838191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/5888327025232838191?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/5888327025232838191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/5888327025232838191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/08/mona.html' title='The Mona'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-7424136473260260611</id><published>2011-08-20T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:30:54.667+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bagobo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="barayung"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basolo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coconut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kabir"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kambeng Diluk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kambol areca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kampilan Malaki"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panapisan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talabana"/><title type='text'>The Malaki&#39;s Sister and the Basolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a certain mountain that has a sharp, long crest like a&amp;nbsp;kampilan. Up on this mountain stretched many fields of hemp, and&amp;nbsp;groves of coconut-palms, that belonged to the Malaki and his sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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Near to these hemp-fields lived the Basolo-man, under a tall&amp;nbsp;barayung-tree. His little house was full of venison and pig-meat and&amp;nbsp;lard, and he kept a dog to hunt pigs and deer. Although his hut looked&amp;nbsp;small and poor, the Basolo possessed treasures of brass and beads&amp;nbsp;and fine textiles. He had a kabir, [102] from which darted forked&amp;nbsp;lightning; and in the bag was a betel-box and a necklace of pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day when the Malaki&#39;s sister went to look at her hemp, she felt&amp;nbsp;curious to go inside the Basolo&#39;s house. The Basolo was lying on the&amp;nbsp;floor, fast asleep, when the woman entered. She looked at the things&amp;nbsp;in the house, and saw hanging on the wall the Basolo&#39;s bag with the&amp;nbsp;lightning playing on it. Now the bag was an old one, and had a lot&amp;nbsp;of mud in it; but the woman thought it must be full of gold, because&amp;nbsp;the lightning never ceased to flash from it. So she crept across the&amp;nbsp;floor, and took the bag from off the end of the bamboo slat on which&amp;nbsp;it hung. Still the Basolo slept, and still the lightning continued&amp;nbsp;to play upon the bag. The woman looked inside the bag and saw a fine&amp;nbsp;gold betel-box, and when she lifted the lid, there in the box lay&amp;nbsp;a necklace of pure gold. Swiftly she closed the box, and stealthily&amp;nbsp;drew it out of the bag. Into the folds of her hemp skirt she slipped&amp;nbsp;the precious box with the gold necklace inside, and very quietly ran&amp;nbsp;down the bamboo ladder at the house-door.&lt;br /&gt;
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When she got home, her brother smiled, and said to her, &quot;What has&amp;nbsp;happened to you, my sister?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Bright flashes of lightning seemed to be coming from the girl. She&amp;nbsp;looked almost as if she were made of gold, and the lightning could not&amp;nbsp;escape from her. Then she took out the betel-box and the necklace,&amp;nbsp;and showed them to her brother, saying that she had found them in&amp;nbsp;the Basolo&#39;s hut.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Basolo awoke, and found his brass katakia and his fine necklace&amp;nbsp;gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Who has been here?&quot; he cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a frenzy he hunted through his kabir, throwing out of it his old&amp;nbsp;work-knife and his rusty spear-head and all the poor things that he&amp;nbsp;kept in his bag. Then he began to moan and weep for his betel-box&amp;nbsp;and gold necklace.&lt;br /&gt;
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By and by he started out to find his lost things. In the soft soil&amp;nbsp;close to the house, he found the footprints of the woman; and,&amp;nbsp;following the prints, he traced her to the Malaki&#39;s house. Right&amp;nbsp;there the footprints ended. The Basolo stood at the foot of the steps,&amp;nbsp;and called, &quot;Who has been in my house?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he ran up the ladder and rushed into the house, screaming to&amp;nbsp;the Malaki&#39;s sister, &quot;Give me back my gold necklace! If you don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;give it back, I&#39;ll marry you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quick came the woman&#39;s answer, &quot;I don&#39;t like you, and I will not&amp;nbsp;marry you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But her brother was angry because she refused to marry the Basolo. At&amp;nbsp;last she agreed to the match, and said to the Basolo, &quot;Yes, I will&amp;nbsp;marry you; but I can&#39;t let you live in my house. You must stay in&amp;nbsp;your own house over yonder.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the Basolo and the Malaki&#39;s sister agreed to meet and try [103]&amp;nbsp;each other (talabana). Then the Basolo went home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not long after this, there came a day when many men went out to hunt&amp;nbsp;the wild pig and the deer. And from her house the woman heard the&amp;nbsp;sound of many men gathering in the meadow. There were Malaki T&#39;oluk&amp;nbsp;Waig and other malaki, who were there ready for the chase. And the&amp;nbsp;girl thought, &quot;I will go out and see the men.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately she hurried to dress herself carefully. She put on nine&amp;nbsp;waists one over another, and similarly nine skirts (panapisan);&amp;nbsp;and then she girded herself with a chain of brass links that went a&amp;nbsp;thousand times round her waist. Over her left shoulder she hung her&amp;nbsp;small beaded basket (kambol) that was decorated with row upon row of&amp;nbsp;little tinkling bells, a million in all, and each bell as round as&amp;nbsp;a pea.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the Basolo knew that the girl was dressing to go out, and he&amp;nbsp;was angry that she should want to go where there were so many men&amp;nbsp;gathered. In order to keep watch on her movements, he climbed up&amp;nbsp;into a hiding-place behind the great leaves of an areca-palm, [104]&amp;nbsp;and waited. Presently he saw the woman walking to the meadow. And she&amp;nbsp;stayed there just one night. But the Malaki was alarmed when he found&amp;nbsp;that his sister had gone out to see the men. And after he had taken&amp;nbsp;off his clothes, he began to put them on again to follow his sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, when the girl&#39;s brother and all the other malaki had assembled in&amp;nbsp;the meadow, the Basolo came down from the tree and went home. When he&amp;nbsp;got into his house, he took off his coat, and became a Malaki T&#39;oluk&lt;br /&gt;
Waig. His body shone like the sun (you could hardly look at him),&amp;nbsp;and all his garments were of gold. He had on nine jackets, one over&amp;nbsp;another, and nine pairs of trousers. Then he called for his horse,&amp;nbsp;whose name was Kambeng Diluk; [105] and Kambeng neighed into the air,&amp;nbsp;and waited, prancing, before the house. Soon the Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig&amp;nbsp;mounted his horse, and sitting on a saddle of mirrored glass, he rode&amp;nbsp;toward the meadow. Then Kambeng Diluk began to run, just like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they reached the meadow, there were many people there. The&amp;nbsp;Malaki&#39;s wife was sitting on the grass, with men grouped around her,&amp;nbsp;and she was laughing with them. But she did not recognize her husband&amp;nbsp;when he came riding up. After everybody had arrived, they set fire&amp;nbsp;to the long grass, and burned off the meadow, so as to bring the wild&amp;nbsp;pigs and the deer out of ambush. Then many men entered the chase and&amp;nbsp;ran their horses; but none could catch the deer or the wild boar,&amp;nbsp;except only the great Malaki, who had been the Basolo: he alone&amp;nbsp;speared much game.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the burning of the meadow and the hunt were finished, many&amp;nbsp;men wanted to marry the Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig&#39;s wife, and many of&amp;nbsp;them embraced her. But the Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig stood up, fierce with&amp;nbsp;passion. His body was almost like a flame to look at. And he fought&amp;nbsp;the other malaki, and killed many, until at last all were dead but one,&amp;nbsp;and that was the woman&#39;s brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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When all was done, the Malaki mounted his horse and rode back to his&amp;nbsp;home. His house was all of gold, and yet it looked just like a mean&amp;nbsp;little hut nestled under the barayung-tree. Then the Malaki picked up&amp;nbsp;his coat and put it on: at once he became a Basolo again. He then went&amp;nbsp;over to the woman&#39;s house and waited there for her to come back. By&amp;nbsp;and by she came loitering along, crying all the way, because she was&amp;nbsp;afraid to meet her husband. But the Basolo stayed right along in the&amp;nbsp;house, and lived with the woman and her brother. Then, after they had&amp;nbsp;tried each other, they were married with Bagobo ceremony. The Basolo&amp;nbsp;took off his coat, and again became a Malaki T&#39;oluk Waig. They lived&amp;nbsp;well in their house, and they had a big hacienda of hemp and coconuts&amp;nbsp;and banana-plants.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/feeds/7424136473260260611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5535145185953072814/7424136473260260611?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/7424136473260260611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5535145185953072814/posts/default/7424136473260260611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolklore.blogspot.com/2011/08/malakis-sister-and-basolo.html' title='The Malaki&#39;s Sister and the Basolo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535145185953072814.post-5386508042519218274</id><published>2011-08-15T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:23:18.090+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bia Itanawa Inelu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bunut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="katakia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Koblun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaki Itanawa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaki Taglapida Pabungan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaki Tuangun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Manigthum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pabungan Mangumbiten"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tuglay"/><title type='text'>The Tuglay and the Bia</title><content type='html'>Long ago, in the days of the Mona, the Tuglay lived on a high&amp;nbsp;mountain. He lived very well, for his coconut trees grew on both&amp;nbsp;sides of the mountain. But he had no hemp-plants, and so he had to&amp;nbsp;make his clothes of the soft dry sheath that covers the trunk of&amp;nbsp;the coconut-palm (bunut). This stuff caught fire easily, and many a&amp;nbsp;time his clothes ignited from the flame where his dinner was cooking,&amp;nbsp;and then he would have to make fresh garments from bunut.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day he looked from his house over the neighboring mountains,&amp;nbsp;and saw the village of Koblun. He thought it looked pretty in the&amp;nbsp;distance. Then he looked in another direction, and saw the town of&amp;nbsp;the Malaki Tuangun, and said, &quot;Ah! that is just as nice looking as&amp;nbsp;the Koblun town. I will go and see the town of the Malaki Tuangun.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately he got ready for the journey. He took his spear (that&amp;nbsp;was only half a spear, because the fire had burned off a part of&amp;nbsp;the handle) and his shield, that was likewise only half a shield. He&amp;nbsp;started out, and walked on and on until he reached the mountains called&amp;nbsp;&quot;Pabungan Mangumbiten.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, on another mountain there lived a young man named the Malaki&amp;nbsp;Itanawa, with his little sister. They lived alone together, for they&amp;nbsp;were orphans. The young girl said to her brother, &quot;Let us travel over&amp;nbsp;the mountains today.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the boy answered, &quot;Yes, my sister, we will go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the two climbed over the hills, and they reached the Pabungan&amp;nbsp;Mangumbiten soon after the Tuglay. And they were astonished to see&amp;nbsp;the great Tuglay. But when the Tuglay saw the young girl, who was&amp;nbsp;named Bia Itanawa Inelu, [93] he was so bewildered and startled that&amp;nbsp;he turned away his eyes, and could not look at the sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the girl prepared a betel-nut and offered it to the Tuglay,&amp;nbsp;but he did not like to accept it. But when she had pressed it upon&amp;nbsp;him many times, he took the betel and chewed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the girl said, &quot;Come with my brother and me to my house, for we&amp;nbsp;have no companion.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But when the girl saw the Tuglay hesitate, she asked him, &quot;Where were&amp;nbsp;you going when we met you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tuglay answered, &quot;I want to go to the town of the Malaki Tuangun,&amp;nbsp;for to my home has come the word that the Malaki is a mighty man,&amp;nbsp;and his sister a great lady.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the girl looked at the Tuglay, and said, &quot;If you want to make&amp;nbsp;ready to go to the Malaki Tuangun&#39;s town, you ought to put on your&amp;nbsp;good trousers and a nice jacket.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that, the Tuglay looked mournful; for he was a poor man, and had no&amp;nbsp;fine clothes. Then, when the girl saw how the case stood, she called&amp;nbsp;for beautiful things, such as a malaki wears,--fine hemp trousers,&amp;nbsp;beaded jacket, good war-shield and brass-bound spear, ear-plugs&amp;nbsp;of pure ivory, and eight necklaces of beads and gold. Straightway&amp;nbsp;at the summons of the Bia, all the fine things appeared; and the&amp;nbsp;Tuglay got ready to go away. He was no longer the poor Tuglay. His&amp;nbsp;name was now the Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu. Like two big moons,&amp;nbsp;his ivory ear-plugs shone; when he moved his shield, flames of living&amp;nbsp;fire shot from it; and when he held up his spear, the day would grow&amp;nbsp;dark, because he was a brave man. His new clothes he sent [94] upon&lt;br /&gt;
the swift wind to the Malaki Tuangun&#39;s town.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the Tuglay started, the Bia gave him her own brass betel-box&amp;nbsp;(katakia [95]) to take with him. It was a katakia that made sounds,&amp;nbsp;and was called a &quot;screaming katakia.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;May I eat the betel-nut from your box?&quot; asked the man; and she&amp;nbsp;replied, &quot;Yes, but do not throw away the other things in the box.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu walked on until he reached the town&amp;nbsp;of the Malaki Tuangun, and sat down on the ground [96] before the&amp;nbsp;house. The Malaki Tuangun was a great brass-smith: he made katakia&amp;nbsp;and other objects of brass, and hence was called the Malaki Tuangun&amp;nbsp;Katakia. As soon as he heard the other malaki call from outside,&amp;nbsp;&quot;May I come up into your house?&quot; he sent down eight of his slaves to&amp;nbsp;look and see who wanted to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the eight slaves brought word to their master that the Malaki&amp;nbsp;Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu waited to enter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Malaki Tuangun Katakia called to his visitor, &quot;Come up,&amp;nbsp;if you can keep from bringing on a fight, because there are many&amp;nbsp;showers in my town.&quot; [97]&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the other malaki went up the steps into the house, and the&amp;nbsp;Malaki Tuangun said to him, &quot;You shall have a good place to sit in&amp;nbsp;my house,--a place where nobody ever sat before.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the Malaki Tuangun prepared a betel-nut for his guest. But the&amp;nbsp;Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu would not take the betel-nut from&amp;nbsp;him. So the Malaki Tuangun called his sister, who was called Bia&amp;nbsp;Tuangun Katakia, and said to her, &quot;You go outside and prepare a&amp;nbsp;betel-nut for the Malaki.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as the Bia had finished preparing the betel, she took the&amp;nbsp;(screaming?) katakia from the Malaki, and set it on the floor. Then the&amp;nbsp;Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu took the betel-nut from the lady. When&amp;nbsp;he had finished chewing it, he stood up and went to the place where the&amp;nbsp;Bia Tuangun Katakia was sitting, and he lay down beside her, and said,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Come, put away your work, and comb my hair.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No, I don&#39;t like to comb your hair,&quot; she replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Malaki was displeased at this retort, so at last the woman agreed&amp;nbsp;to comb his hair, for she did not want to see the Malaki angry. By&amp;nbsp;and by the Malaki felt sleepy while his hair was being combed; and&amp;nbsp;he said to the Bia, &quot;Do not wake me up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He fell asleep, and did not waken until the next day. Then he married&amp;nbsp;the Bia Tuangun Katakia.&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had been married for three months, the Bia said to the&amp;nbsp;Malaki, &quot;The best man I know is the Manigthum. He was my first&amp;nbsp;husband.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the Manigthum had left home, and had gone off to do some big&amp;nbsp;fighting. He killed the Malaki Taglapida Pabungan, [98] and he killed&amp;nbsp;the Malaki Lindig Ramut ka Langit. [99]&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Manigthum had slain these great men, he came back to the&amp;nbsp;home of his wife. When he came near the house he saw, lying down&amp;nbsp;on the ground under the kinarum-tree, [100] the things that he had&amp;nbsp;given his wife before he went away,--pendants of pearl, bracelets&amp;nbsp;and leglets of brass, gold necklaces (kamagi [101]), hair-ornaments&amp;nbsp;of dyed goats&#39;-hair and birds&#39;-down, finger-rings, and leg-bands of&amp;nbsp;twisted wire hung with bells. As he looked at the beautiful ornaments&amp;nbsp;all thrown on the ground, he heard the voice of the Malaki Dugdag Lobis&amp;nbsp;Manginsulu calling to him, &quot;Do not come up, because your wife is mine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the two malaki went to fighting with sword and spear. After a&amp;nbsp;sharp fight, the Manigthum was killed, and the Malaki Dugdag Lobis&amp;nbsp;Maginsulu had the Bia for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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