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

AN OFFICIAL'S WIFE

round and round our mountain top. Now and
again a low guttural sound from the Igorrotes
caused me to reflect on the tales I had heard of head
hunters, and the impossibility of even a handsome
young Bussole like our carrier winning a bride unless one head at least hangs at his cabin door. Here
was his chance to secure at least three fine specimens with nice long scalp locks. This thought,
however terrifying, did not drive me from my blanket. But soon another and more horrible idea was
seized on by my wakeful imagination. Suppose an
Igorrote pig or two-what more likely-should come
rooting about my pillow? I certainly heard their
grunts, and everywhere their soft footfalls came to
my ears. I did not scream nor call the doctor, nor
disturb the doctor's wife, but I straightway arose,
took up my bed and walked into the house, where
I slept in peace, if not in comfort, on the floor. This
morning I was, of course, somewhat shamefaced
when the doctor and his wife glorified the incomparable beauty of the morning star. I'll sit up some
night to see it, but I will not sleep on the ground
where Igorrote pigs-you should see the beastscan wander among my pillows.
ITOGAN, May 7, 1902.
'HIS morning, after a fine breakfast cooked by
the whole party in concert, the doctor, his wife,
Auria, and I went down to the river to wash for
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