THE PROWESS OF ALIGUYON
Retold by: F. Landa Jocano
(Ifugao, Visayas)
Long ago in Hannanga there lived a rich couple, Amtulao and Dumulao.
They owned the longest and widest of the rice terraces that covered the mountainsides, and their harvests were the most plentiful. Their thatched house, large enough to contain three of their neighbors’ huts, had piles of red and white camote. Buried in the earth were jars of rice wine. Amtulao’s dogs were fat and well fed, not lean and starved looking as were the dogs of his neighbors. But will all their wealth, Amtulao and Dumulao were unhappy, for they were childless. They offered numerous sacrifices to the spirits; and they lived frugally and simply feeling somehow that austerity and lack of
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Preparations began for a huge celebration. Squealing pigs were drag to be killed. The fattest dogs were killed and cooked. The fields were scoured for river fish and snails. Prized camotes, violet and orange, glutinous and sweet, were boiled or roasted. Bananas were laid out y the bunches; guavas and berries were heaped high, and in white scrubbed wooden bowls steamed small-grained upland rice, sweet smelling of fragrant herbs and banana leaves, and black-bottomed earthen pots.
Everyone came to the feast, and as the jars of rice wine were emptied, the friendship between the strangers from
Hannanga and the people of Daligdigan grew.
All throughout the feast, Aliguyon was fascinated by the light movements of
Bugan, by her gaiety and her poise. At the end of the three-day feast, he approached
Pangaiwan and said, “O Pangaiwan, once my father’s enemy but now his friend, grant, I beg of you, this one request. Let us bind our friendship with ties that even death cannot break. Give me your daughter Bugan for my wife. I love her; she is to me the brilliant sun that warms the earth and drives away the chill of the night. She is to me the golden moon that brightens the dark and drives away the weariness of the day’s work. Without her I cannot return to my village as I left it, for with her I have left y heart and my thoughts and my happiness.”
Pangaiwan listened, and the men grew quite. Bugan blushed and bent her head.
Fourteen times
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We rode along on the country side. Farm land stretched along the road for as far as the eye could see. The majority of the farms grew crops of rice . But this time of year, the farmers flood the rice fields to farm another delicacy of Cajuns, crawfish. After a short ride, we reached the first farm. It was a small quaint farm with a small white wooden house and an old wood barn. The farmer and his wife walked up to the captain. The captain spoke quietly to the farmer. From what I was told was the captain was asking the farmer's permission to come on his farm and to offer dancing for any charity. The riders waiting anticipally for the captain to wave his flag. The flag was suddenly waved and the riders raced onto the property. The farmer grabbed a chicken from his coup by the legs. He raised it in the air and released it. Several costumed riders frantically jumped off of their horses and began chasing the chicken around the farm. While this was going on, the band began to play a familiar Mardi Gras tune. One of the costumed men asked the farmer's wife to dance as an offering for their generosity. The two were stomping , swaying and following the timing of the music. Others joined in the festivities. Drinking, smiling and laughing occurred, as the riders finally caught the chicken. Captain cracked his whip and the procession moved to the next farm. The procession
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