When I got him up he was dead lame, and I walked the rest of the way to Ambuklao, where we arrived just at sunset.
This once prosperous little Igorot hamlet had been burned by the Spaniards, for no apparent reason, during their flight from the province in 1906, and we found only two houses standing.

They were naturally crowded.

I was so dead with fatigue that I threw my saddle on the ground, and using it as a pillow, lay down in a couple of inches of water and fell sound asleep.

Later the Igorots vacated one of the houses, and placed it at our disposal.

I spent the greater part of the night in a contest with an old Igorot woman, who for the commendable purpose of keeping us warm tended a smoky pitch-pine fire, and shut the door, which afforded our only means of ventilation, every time I dropped asleep.