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By Jose P. Rizal
The tortoise and the monkey found once a banana tree floating amidst the waves of a river. It was a
very fine tree, with large green leaves, and with roots just as if it had been pulled off by a storm.
They took it ashore. "Let us divide it," said the tortoise, "and plant each its portion." They cut it in
the middle, and the monkey, as the stronger, took for himself the upper part of the tree, thinking
that it would grow quicker for it had leaves. The tortoise, as the weaker, had the lower part, that
looked ugly, although it had roots. After some days, they met.
"Hello, Mr. Monkey," said the tortoise, "how are you getting on with your banana tree?"
"Alas," said the monkey, "it has been dead a long time! And yours, Miss Tortoise?"
"Very nice indeed, with leaves and fruits. I cannot climb up to gather them."
"Never mind," said the malicious monkey, "I will climb up and pick them for you."
"Do, Mr. Monkey," replied the tortoise gratefully. And so they walked toward the tortoise's house.
As soon as the monkey saw the bright yellow fruits hanging between the large green leaves, he
climbed up and began plundering, munching and gobbling, as quick as he could.
"But give me some, too," said the tortoise, seeing that the monkey did not take the slightest notice
of her.
"Not even a bit of the skin, if it is eatable," rejoined the monkey, both his cheeks crammed with
bananas.
The tortoise meditated revenge. She went to the river, picked up some pointed shells, planted them
around the banana tree, and hid herself under a coconut shell. When the monkey came down, he
hurt himself and began to bleed.
"You must pay now for your wickedness; You must die. But as I am very generous, I will leave to
you the choice of your death. Shall I pound you in a mortar, or shall I throw you into the water?
Which do you prefer?"
"The mortar, the mortar," answered the tortoise; "I am so afraid of getting drowned."
"O ho!" laughed the monkey; "indeed! You are afraid of getting drowned! Now I will drown you!"
And going to the shore, he slung the tortoise and threw it in the water. But soon the tortoise
reappeared swimming and laughing at the deceived, artful monkey.
Saturday, April 28 (1888). We arrived at San Francisco in the morning. We anchored. It is said that
we shall be quarantined. The Custom House boat visited us: its flag has this look: [American
Customs flag drawn]. The sacks or bags of silk were taken away; a sack costing $700. They are not
afraid of the silk; and they were to take their breakfast on board.
Sunday, April 29. Second day of the quarantine. We are greatly troubled and impatient aboard. I
have not eaten; it gets my nerve.
Monday, 30. The quarantine is continued. I read in the paper a statement of the Sanitary Doctor
against quarantine.
Tuesday, May 1. The quarantine is continued. We signed a petition against the quarantine; and the
Englishmen wrote to their Consul.
Friday, May 4, at 3 P. M. The quarantine is ended. I stayed at the Palace Hotel: $4 a day with bath
and everything. Stockton-Str. 312. I saw the Golden Gate..... The Customs House. A letter of
recommendation. On Sunday stores were closed. The best St. in San Francisco is Market St. I took a
walk. -- Stanford, the rich man. -- A street near China Town. We left San Francisco on Sunday, the
6th, at 4:30 P. M. -- Sailed till Oakland -- Railroad -- On board from Port Costa to Benicia --
Plantations -- Herds of cattle -- No herdsmen -- Stores at the camp -- Dinner at Sacramento, 75
cents. We slept in the coach. Regular night. We woke up an hour from Reno, where we took our
breakfast at 7:30 of Monday, May 7.... I saw an Indian (Indio) attired in semi-European suit, and
semi-Indian suit, leaning against a wall. Wide deserts without plants nor trees. Unpopulated. Lonely
place. Bare mountains. Sands. A big extension of white land, like chalk. Far from this desert can be
seen some blue mountains. It was a fine day. It was warm, and there was still snow on the top of
some mountains.
Tuesday, May 8: This is a beautiful morning. We stop from place to place. We are near Ogden. I
believe with a good system of irrigation this place could be cultivated. We are at Utah state, the 3rd.
State we crossed over. In approaching Ogden the fields are seen with horses, oxen, and trees. Some
small houses are seen from a distance. From Ogden to Denver. The clock is set one hour ahead of
time. We are now beginning to see flowers with yellow color on the way. The mountains at a
distance are covered with snow. The banks of Salt Lake are more beautiful than other things we saw.
The mules are very big. There are mountains in the middle of the lake like the islands of Talim in
Laguna de Bay. We say three Mormon boys at Farmington. There were sheep, cows and horses in
the meadows. This region is not thickly populated. A flock of ducks in the lake. There were beautiful
houses with trees, straight streets, flowers, low houses. Children greeted us at Salt Lake City. In
Utah, the women serve at the table. It is known that dinner will be cheap(?). We changed train at
Ogden, and we will not have any change until Denver. In Provo I ate much for 75 cents. We are
passing between two mountains through a narrow channel.
Wed. May 9. We are passing through the mountains of rocks along a river; the river is noisy and its
noise gives life to the lifeless scenery. We woke up at Colorado the 4th state we crossed over. At
10:30 we climb up a certain height, and this is why snow is seem along the way. There were many
pines. The snow on the mountain top is white and shiny. We passed through tunnels made of wood,
to protect the road against snow. Icicles in these tunnels are very bright which gives majestic effect. -
- The Porter of the Pullman Car, an American, is a sort of thief. -- Colorado has more trees than the
three states we passed over. There are many horses.
Thursday, May 10. We woke up at Nebraska. The country is plain. We reached Omaha, a big city
at 4 P. M, the biggest since we left in San Francisco. The Missouri river is twice as wide as the Pasig
river in its wide part. It is marshy. Islands are formed in the middle of the river; its banks are not
beautiful. This region has many horses and cattle. The train passed over the Missouri bridge for 2
and 1/2 minutes; the train goes slowly. We are now in Illinois.
Friday, May 11. We wake up near Chicago. The country is cultivated. It shows our nearness to
Chicago. We left Chicago at 8:20 Friday night. What I observed in Chicago is that every cigar store
has an Indian figure, and always different. (27-75 Washington Street. Boston. Miss C. G. Smith.)
Saturday, May 12. A good Wagner Car-we are proceeding in a fine day. The country is beautiful
and well populated. We shall arrive at the English territory in the afternoon, and we shall soon see
Niagara Falls. We stop for some time to see the points that are beautiful; we went at the side below
the Falls; I was between two rocks and this is the greatest cascade I ever saw. It is not, so beautiful
nor so fine as the fall at Los Banos; but much bigger, more imposing and could not be compared
with it. The cascade has various falls, various parts. We left the place at night. There is a mysterious
sound and persistent echo.
Sunday, May 13. We wake up near Albany. This is a big city. The Hudson River which runs along
carries many boats. We crossed over a bridge. The landscape is beautiful; and it is not inferior to the
best in Europe. We are going along the banks of the Hudson. They are very beautiful, although a
little more solitary than those of the Pasig. There were ships, boats, trees, hills; and the major part is
cultivated. The Hudson is wide. Beautiful ships. Sliced granite rocks were paved along the railroads.
Some points widely extended. There were beautiful houses between trees. Day fine. Our grand
transcontinental trip ended on Sunday, May 13, at 11:10 A. M. We passed through various arches
in tunnels. -- the Art Age, 75 W. 23 Street.
We left New York on May 16, 1888. There were many people at the dock. The first and second
class entrances are separated. At 9 o'clock sharp the bell rang to warn the visitors away. At 9:30, the
pier was full of people. White handkerchiefs were waved; ribbons and flowers of different colors are
seen here and there.
“They placed us under quarantine, in spite of the clearance given by the American Consul, of not
having had a single case of illness aboard, and of the telegram of the governor of Hong Kong
declaring that port free from epidemic. We were quarantined because there were on board 800
Chinese and, as elections were being held in San Francisco, the government wanted to boast that it
was taking strict measures against the Chinese to win votes and the people’s sympathy. We were
informed of the quarantine verbally, without specific duration. However, on the same day of our
arrival, they unloaded 700 bales of silk without fumigating them; the ship’s doctor went ashore;
many customs employees and an American doctor from the hospital for cholera victims came on
board. Afterwards only the passengers of the first class were allowed to land; those of the 2nd and
3rd classes – Japanese and Chinese -- remained for an indefinite period. It is said that in that way
they got rid of about 300 Chinese, letting them gradually die on board. I don’t know if it is true.”
“I visited the largest cities of America with their big buildings, electric lights, and magnificent
conceptions. Undoubtedly America is a great country, but it still has many defects. There is no real
civil liberty. In some states, the Negro cannot marry a white woman, nor a Negress a white man.
Because of their hatred for the Chinese, other Asiatics, like the Japanese, being confused with them,
are likewise disliked by the ignorant Americans. The Customs are excessively strict. However, as
they say rightly, America offers a home too for the poor who like to work.”
Knowing that Rizal had been to the United States, I asked him on one occasion: “What impression
do you have of America?”
“America,” he answered, “is the land par excellence of freedom but only for the whites.”
“Do not the liberation of the slaves and the founding of the Liberian Republic, which is the first and
only Republic of colored people founded by whites, prove the altruism of the Americans?”
“Apparently, so it seems, but if you get to the bottom of it, it can be deduced that the liberation of
the slaves was the consequence and not the object of the American Civil War, and that Liberia was
founded in order to attract Negros to return to Africa and there-by solve in this manner a problem
of vital interest to the United States.”
"In the Philippine Islands the American govern-
fastly advocated."
States.
A sketch map, by Dr. Kizal, of spheres of influence
Spain.
Noli Me Tangere Quarter-Centennial Series
Edited by Austin Craig
The Philippines
A Century Hence
BY Jose Rizal
Manila : 1912