CHAPTER XVII.
Baguio and the Benguet Road In June, 1892, when sitting in a native house on a hill overlooking Naujan Lake in Mindoro, and anxiously awaiting the boats which were to make it possible for my party to return to the coast, I saw a small flotilla approaching.
To my surprise and regret I found that it was not coming for us, but brought a number of Spanish officers who had heard that we had some mysterious procedure for killing the tamarau, an extraordinarily wild and vicious little buffalo peculiar to this island.

They had come to get us to tell them how we did it, if possible, and if not to watch us and find out for themselves.
We described to them our method, which was easily understood.

It consisted in picking up a likely trail along some water course, following it until the tamarau was overtaken, and then shooting him.

This looked suspiciously simple to our Spanish friends before they had tried it, and they shook their heads.

After trying it they became convinced that more than a few days of experience would be necessary before satisfactory results could be obtained.