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_—_ i = Ss 7 => ie Sten By PHILIP M. FISHER, Jr. THINK you will not say to me again that these wild beasts do not think like men think, sefior, when I have finished. Nor will you say again that with these - wild spirits of the bosque all is what you call this instinct, and there is no such thing as love and hate and fear and courage and memory and revenge. will not. For to say that would not be of the truth, and it is of true happenings that I speak. Many years have I lived in Olongapo, and it is not for nothing that I have been guide for the navy folk who work here about your great and marvelous Dewey Dry Dock. Aye, there is not a Negrito in all the reservation who knows the bamboo as do I who am Tagalog from Cavite Province. Not one, sezor. Do you desire deer meat for your officers’ mess, you come to me, and I lead you to the slopes of Cinco -- Picos, and all your ships have venison. Does your palate itch for chicken, and not five kilos from Gordon’s farm will the muchachos groan under the weight of a Of a certainty, you - white and succulent and rich, who but I can lead you to the damp green bottom — land where there sit like twisted bits of fallen limbs iguanas by the score, bright eyed, motionless, enjoying the toasting Jances of. the sun. | senor, ah, then it is that I am king. = And it is of these baubui, senor, these wild pigs, that I would tell you now. For of a certainty these baubui, above all other beasts of the bosque, do think, and do have memories, and do hold hate, and a thirst for revenge. In particular, there was the great one that all men in the reservation came to know as El Carnicero, which means the butcher, sevor, in your own tongue. Aye, he was a great one, great in body and spirit; and with the eye of a fiend, the memory of a money lender, and the cunning — of a priest of the inquisition. He had a mind, that sreat one. And not a Negrit’ in the province but feared him, and carried a charm against him even as they did — against the great pythons that wait for men And if it be baubui, _ dozen wild cocks. If it is iguana steaks, ae ee ee = = = at river crossings in the dark of night. And — ee i ene