Unofficial letters of an official's wife [by] Edith Moses.

UNOFFICIAL LETTERS OF

never been in insurrection. There is an efficient
army officer in charge who will remain in the civil
service. This afternoon we go to Dumaguete and
thence to Iloilo.
April 9, i9oi.
W E stood off Dumaguete, a town in the eastern
part of the island of Negros, about five o'clock
last night in a pouring rain. The water near this
coast, as near many of the islands, is too deep to permit the ship to anchor. In such cases the captain sails
up and down all night off the shore. It is unpleasant
when there is not a landing near the anchorage, for
we are obliged to land in boats, and in rough seas
they toss about in a terrifying manner. The trip
is especially to be dreaded if the children are with
us. Dumaguete is a clean, pretty little town on a
fertile island, where there has been no trouble, and
the people are well-to-do. They raise sugar and
cocoanuts, rice and other crops, and, according to
the knowing ones, it is the best place for business
in the Philippines. There was a very large crowd
at the landing to meet us. A raft of bamboo had
been anchored to the shore and ran out in the shallow water to the launch. The natives had not
imagined we were such weighty persons. Therefore, when Judge Taft and his colleagues stepped
on the raft it sank over our ankles, and we all got
our feet wet. A pretty arch had been erected near
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