Identifier: spiritofmissions74epis (find matches)
Title: The Spirit of missions
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Episcopal Church. Board of Missions Episcopal Church. Domestic and Foreign Missionary Society
Subjects: Episcopal Church Episcopal Church Missions
Publisher: Burlington, N.J. : J. L. Powell
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
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horseback, theirchild being carried by a, native. Mr-Whites horse proving decrepit, he, be-ing a merciful man, discarded it andwalked. (88) Among the Philippine Mountain Tops 89 Mr. Meredith and I had hoped tomake Baguio in a, day from Manila, butit proved impossihle. We reached TwinPeaks the first day and rode up the fol-lowing morning. I have been over theroad many times since its earliest begin-ning, but never have I seen it so badlywashed out as now. We found theWhites established in the House of theKesurrection. We are taking dmmedi-ate steps to borrow money and build a ing to turn back rather than disappointthem. I have usually made the tripfrom Baguio to Poway in twelve orthirteen hours, but on this occasion weset out at 4:30 a.m., and travelled until 9P.M. without reaching our goal. Theseries of typhoons had left the trails ina deplorable state. In some places theywere washed away to a threads width,and in others they were obliterated, andwe had to abandon them for the Igorot
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WRECKED BY THE TYPHOON rectory near the site of the projectedschool for American boys. EasterSchool, under Mrs. Hargreavess ener-getic supervision, swarms with children,among the number being German, Eng-lish and American mestizos. Mr.White had already taken charge of theboys. On the morning of November 13thMr. Meredith and I started out forSagada over the mountain trail. Wewere warned by Governor Pack that itwas almost impassable, but as I hadpromised some people in Poway to min-ister to them, I was ready to risk hav- paths which climb straight up the steep,scarred mountain side, to the despair ofthe gasping, weary-legged men, and thepuffing horses, which were more of ahindrance than an aid to us. Here atree lay across the trail, there a breakacross which the sure-footed horses hadto jump. The last part of our daysjourney was made in the light of pitchpine torches, and we were glad indeedto reach a road camp, where we sleptthe sleep of the weary. The road fore-man told us of his expe

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