Professor Moses was in wretched health as the result of overwork and confinement, and needed out-of-door exercise.
I had been intrusted with the drafting of legislation for the government of the non-Christian tribes, and wanted to learn as much about them as possible, so that I could act intelligently.
We started from Dagupan mounted on horses kindly furnished us by the army, and escorted by four mounted infantrymen.

None of us had ridden for years, and army officers were offering wagers that we would not get as far as Baguio.

At Mangaldan a cavalry outfit replaced our mounted infantrymen, and while the members of our new escort were resting under the shade of a tree in the cemetery, I heard them voicing joyful anticipations of the easy time they were to have travelling with tenderfeet.

I made up ray mind to give them some healthful exercise on the trip.
Having first visited the work at the lower end of the Benguet Road and then travelled across country in a driving storm over wretched trails, we reached Bauang, our point of departure for the interior.

Here I called the sergeant in charge and asked him where were the extra shoes for our horses.