he
interior, approached these people from the north, by ascending the
Kagayan river. His party started from a station of the Tabacalera
Company, south of Echague, and from there rode through fine forest
to a "sitio" called Masaysayasaya. From here they "started at dawn
and about noon passed the 'dead line' set by the Ilongotes. A little
before sundown reached Dumabato, an Ilongote and Negrito settlement,
which had been the headquarters of Sibley, [7] the deserter. Here
were found a few filthy Ilongotes and some fine Negritos."

In the spring of 1908, Dr. William Jones, of the Field Columbian
Museum, began a residence among the Ilongot of the upper Kagayan and
lived with them continuously until nearly a year had passed, when he
was killed by them. His notes and specimens were fortunately preserved
and, when published, should constitute the most original and important
contribution ever made to Philippine ethnology. Dr. Jones was part
American Indian, a member of the Sac and Fox tribe. He was not only
a brilliant scientist, but one of the most engaging and interesting
men I have ever known--a man to cleave to. Here are brief extracts
from two letters written by him from the Ibilao country, valuable,
I think, not only for the information they contain about this people,
but for the light they throw upon him and his manner of work.

May 26, 1908. I am at present among the Ilongotes of the Cagayan,
where I am having the most enjoyable time since my arrival in
the islands. These people are wilder than the Igorrotes. We made
friends at the beginning and the friendship has grown wider and
stronger every succeeding day. I have a shack high up on poles
where I dwell with great comfort. And plenty of food is to be
had always; wild hog and venison in the jungle on either side
of the river; lurong and liesas in the river; wild honey back on
the mountain side; bananas, beans, camote and other things from
the cultivated patches, and rice which has been saved from last
season. For the last fortnight the people have been clearing in
the jungle for sementeras. [8] I wish you might hear the sweet
melody of the songs of boys and women at work in the clearings,
songs sung to the spirits of the trees and for good crops. Ilongot
society is much simpler than that of the Igorote; there is little
if any of what may be called village life. There is a house here,
another yonder