2372 LEAFLETS oF PHILIPPINE BOTANY [Vor. VIi, Arr. 112 
which led directly northward up to an elongated knoll called 
Giwantanan. From this knoll the ridge curved eastward 
and made a steep ascent up to 4000 feet forming the peak 
called Duros. From Duros the ridge continued northward and 
descended at least 500 feet. In this depression was an aban- 
doned clearing and an old Manmanua or hunter’s cabin. To 
the right of this ridge from this cabin is a splendid spring, the 
beginning of a stream flowing down toward the Catangan Creek. 
On our left and three times as far down as to the spring on 
the other side was the Dalahion Creek. The trail continued 
along the ridge to the base of another very high peak call- 
ed Cawilanan. On this peak the trail was very well 
marked, but the basal climb was nearly precipitous, the 
middle portion of it was quite even with short level or 
nearly level stretches. Toward the summit it was again 
rather steep and measured 5000 feet in height. After passing 
Cawilanan Peak the tyail for a mile or two followed a 
gentle descending grade northwards into a densely forested 
humid depression or basin, in the midst of which was a ten 
acre lake. This looked weird to me. My old native companion 
called it Danao, the Visayan name for lake. So I named the 
lake, Danao. The clear cold water was bordered by a dry turf 
twenty to thirty feet wide around it. Behind this turf was 
a dense jungled fringe of trees of Pandanus radicans Blco., 
the front ones rather low and stunted, the rear ones nearly 
as tall as the dense mixed forests backing it all around 
the laxe. Across the lake over the forests the summit peaks 
of Mount Urdaneta appeared rather near. However, we had 
to cut our trail up to the ridge to our right and soon we were 
on one of the summit peaks. 
Possibly I have given the reader the impression that my 
work up to the summit was easy and quickly accomplished. 
It was just the contrary. I had to battle with the Manobos 
over a month before I found my way up to the hunter’s 
camp even. The older natives repeatedly told me of the lake 
and the Manmanua shack up in the mountains. The younger 
men who would accompany me in the field would swear that they 
always followed the creeks when they went into the mount- 
ains and no where along the forested ridges could I detect 
a beaten path. So I made up my mind to begin cutting a 
