Philippine Folk-Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 222 pages of information about Philippine Folk-Tales.

He fell asleep, and did not waken until the next day.  Then he married the Bia Tuangun Katakia.

After they had been married for three months, the Bia said to the Malaki, “The best man I know is the Manigthum.  He was my first husband.”

But the Manigthum had left home, and had gone off to do some big fighting.  He killed the Malaki Taglapida Pabungan, [98] and he killed the Malaki Lindig Ramut ka Langit. [99]

After the Manigthum had slain these great men, he came back to the home of his wife.  When he came near the house he saw, lying down on the ground under the kinarum-tree, [100] the things that he had given his wife before he went away,—­pendants of pearl, bracelets and leglets of brass, gold necklaces (kamagi [101]), hair-ornaments of dyed goats’-hair and birds’-down, finger-rings, and leg-bands of twisted wire hung with bells.  As he looked at the beautiful ornaments all thrown on the ground, he heard the voice of the Malaki Dugdag Lobis Manginsulu calling to him, “Do not come up, because your wife is mine.”

Then the two malaki went to fighting with sword and spear.  After a sharp fight, the Manigthum was killed, and the Malaki Dugdag Lobis Maginsulu had the Bia for his wife.

The Malaki’s Sister and the Basolo

There is a certain mountain that has a sharp, long crest like a kampilan.  Up on this mountain stretched many fields of hemp, and groves of cocoanut-palms, that belonged to the Malaki and his sister.

Near to these hemp-fields lived the Basolo-man, under a tall barayung-tree.  His little house was full of venison and pig-meat and lard, and he kept a dog to hunt pigs and deer.  Although his hut looked small and poor, the Basolo possessed treasures of brass and beads and fine textiles.  He had a kabir, [102] from which darted forked lightning; and in the bag was a betel-box and a necklace of pure gold.

One day when the Malaki’s sister went to look at her hemp, she felt curious to go inside the Basolo’s house.  The Basolo was lying on the floor, fast asleep, when the woman entered.  She looked at the things in the house, and saw hanging on the wall the Basolo’s bag with the lightning playing on it.  Now the bag was an old one, and had a lot of mud in it; but the woman thought it must be full of gold, because the lightning never ceased to flash from it.  So she crept across the floor, and took the bag from off the end of the bamboo slat on which it hung.  Still the Basolo slept, and still the lightning continued to play upon the bag.  The woman looked inside the bag and saw a fine gold betel-box, and when she lifted the lid, there in the box lay a necklace of pure gold.  Swiftly she closed the box, and stealthily drew it out of the bag.  Into the folds of her hemp skirt she slipped the precious box with the gold necklace inside, and very quietly ran down the bamboo ladder at the house-door.

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