Pandaguan did not die.  After lying on the ground for thirty days he regained his strength, but his body was blackened from the lightning, and all his descendants ever since that day have been black.

His first son, Arion, was taken north, but as he had been born before his father’s punishment he did not lose his color, and all his people therefore are white.

Libo and Saman were carried south, where the hot sun scorched their bodies and caused all their descendants to be of a brown color.

A son of Saman and a daughter of Sicalac were carried east, where the land at first was so lacking in food that they were compelled to eat clay.  On this account their children and their children’s children have always been yellow in color.

And so the world came to be made and peopled.  The sun and moon shine in the sky and the beautiful stars light up the night.  All over the land, on the body of the envious Licalibutan, the children of Sicalac and Sicabay have grown great in numbers.  May they live forever in peace and brotherly love!

The Silver Shower

Every night in Manila, when the bells of the city boom out the Angelus and lights begin to appear in the windows, the walks are filled with people hurrying toward the bay.  In the streets hundreds of carriages, their lamps twinkling like fireflies, speed quickly by, as the cocheros urge on the little Filipino ponies.  All are bound for the Luneta to hear the evening concert.

A pretty place is the Luneta, the garden spot of the city.  It is laid out in elliptical form and its green lawns are covered with benches for the people.  A broad driveway surrounds it and hundreds of electric lights transform the night into day.

A band stand is located at each end of the oval, and at night concerts are given by the military bands.

Thousands of people gather to listen to the music.  The bright uniforms of officers and men, the white dresses of American ladies, the black mantillas of the dark-eyed senoritas, and the gayly colored camisas of the Filipino girls show that the beauty and chivalry of Manila have assembled at the concert.

The band plays many beautiful selections and finally closes with the “Star-Spangled Banner.”  At once every head is bared and all stand at rigid attention till the glorious old song is finished.  Then the musicians disperse, the carriages drive away, and people return to their homes.

Many, however, linger on the benches or stroll along the beach, watching the water curling upon the shore.  As the waves reach the land a soft light seems to spring from them and to break into thousands of tiny stars.  Now and then some one idly skips a stone over the water.  Where it touches, a little fountain of liquid fire springs upward, and the water ripples away in gleaming circles that, growing wider and wider, finally disappear in a flash of silvery light.