CHAPTER II.
Life in Manila.
Character of the Filipinos--Drivers Lashing Laboring Men in the Streets--What Americans Get in Their Native Air--The Logic of Destiny--Manila as She Fell into Our Hands--The Beds in the Tropics--A Spanish Hotel--Profane Yells for Ice--Sad Scenes in the Dining Room--Major-General Calls for "Francisco"-- A Broken-Hearted Pantry Woman.
The same marvelous riches that distinguish Cuba are the inheritance of Luzon.

The native people are more promising in the long run than if they were in larger percentage of the blood of Spain, for they have something of that indomitable industry that must finally work out an immense redemption for the eastern and southern Asiatics.

When, I wonder, did the American people get the impression so extensive and obstinate that the Japanese and Chinese were idlers?
We may add as having a place in this category the Hindoos, who toil forever, and, under British government, have increased by scores of millions.

The southern Asiatics are, however, less emancipated from various indurated superstitions than those of the East; and the Polynesians, spread over the southern seas, are a softer people than those of the continent.

However, idleness is not the leading feature of life of the Filipinos, and when they are mixed, especially crossed with Chinese, they are indefatigable.