The Kalingas are particularly warlike, their very name meaning "enemy" or "stranger," and endeavours to bring them under government control were begun only a few years ago. There are still some _rancherias_ which the lieutenant governor has not yet visited, as it seemed best to wait and bring the people to terms by peaceful means.

While we were enjoying ourselves at Baguio, the Secretary of War, Governor Forbes, Secretary Worcester, General Edwards, and my husband started north into the mountains to see some of the strange tribes that were gathering from far and wide to meet the great _Apo_, or chief, as they called Secretary Dickinson. I give the account of the trip in my husband's own words:

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On Saturday night, July 31st, after the Assembly baile, we motored to the docks and went aboard the transport _Crook_ for the trip northward. We were made very comfortable on this big transport, with deck cabins, but we all slept on the open deck by preference and had a pleasant run till in the morning we were entering Subig Bay, a splendid vast harbour between great mountains, the narrow entrance guarded by Isola Grande. Here we landed and visited the batteries, and although it was a small island it was a stewing hot walk about it--especially as the Secretary sets a great pace--till a torrential shower came up and drove us to the commanding officer's house, where we had a bite of breakfast--and all the breakfasts at the posts which we have visited have been so good!

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General Duvall had come up from Manila on his yacht _Aguila_, and on board of her we crossed the bay to Olongapo, where there is the present naval station. The great hulk of the famous floating dock _Dewey_ was looming up there, just floated again after her mysterious sinking which, even now, they do not seem to be able to explain.

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The guard was out with the band, and the honours were paid and the marines paraded, but soon another severe tropical storm broke, and drove some of us back to the ship while the others went on to another breakfast at the Officers' Club. This storm suggested a typhoon, but there had been no warning from the Jesuit observatory at Manila, and so we rejoined the _Crook_ out by Isola Grande and went to sea without fear.