2378 LEAFLETS OF PHILIPPINE BOTANY [Vor. VII, Art. 112 
we could see them and by night we could hear them break 
and fall. There were some big trees near our cabin, but the 
least dangerous ones luckily were on the windy side of our 
small cabin. This small abode of ours besides the rear lit- 
tle fireplace had scarcely room for us to stretch out in, and 
to keep dry under a leaking roof we kept fire agoing day 
and night. As much as we could brace it against the 
storm, it still swayed and at any moment we might expect it 
to be unroofed. We could hear the Dalahion and Catangan 
Creeks roar, especially the former. After the wind subsided 
we reopened our formerly cut trail down toward Bayabas, 
and in most places our old trail was covered with trees and 
limbs blown down and in other ways the rattans and climb- 
ing vines sunk down over into it. The weather cleared up 
beautifully and we again proceeded to alpine collecting from 
the upper camp. Every where we went we had to cut out 
anew our trail, though it was interesting collecting from the 
ground of such trees whose limbs and trunks were broken 
down by the storm, and of such epiphytes as were torn loose s 
from the tree tops and thrown to the ground. The woods and 
forests along the ridge above and around Lake Danao as well 
as along other ridges seemed stripped and even crippled. It was 
a pathetic sight to behold them in comparison to the solid mass 
of a healthy green they were before the destructive storm. Lake 
Danao had risen ten to fifteen feet and extended far be- 
yond into the dense forested flat. The Manobos complained 
of sore feet from the spines they encountered on the ground 
everywhere, and after changing a few of the men every other 
day I finally had to give up my alpine collecting. 
When I returned to Bayabas there were inquiries from 
Cabadbaran concerning my safety, and even after ten days 
after the storm ceased the Minusuang River was very high. | 
It certainly had torn up its banks and practically changed b: 
its course in places, flooding Cabadbaran so that they x 
could row into the municipio with a banca or native row boat. 
Sr. Atega told me that in all of his twenty year’s local residence 
he never had seen such a storm and flood. He could hardly 
believe me when I told him that I had been penned up 
in the mountains during it all. 
During the dry months the natives did not hunt or 
