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When the war between Spain and George Dewey was over, I went to the / Philippine Islands. There I remained as bush-whacker correspondent / for my paper until its managing editor notified me that an / eight-hundred-word cablegram describing the grief of a pet carabao / over the death of an infant Moro was not considered by the office to / be war news. So I resigned, and came home.
On board the trading-vessel that brought me back I pondered much / upon the strange things I had sensed in the weird archipelago of the / yellow-brown people. The manoeuvres and skirmishings of the petty war / interested me not: I was spellbound by the outlandish and unreadable / countenance of that race that had turned its expressionless gaze upon / us out of an unguessable past.