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CHEATS AND DECEITS
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For Audrey and Samuel
PREFACE
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PREFACE
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PREFACE
I have generally introduced key terms, including when they may occur in
nature, where they are first relevant in the book, rather than adopting a more
formal set of definitions and concepts from the very outset in Chapter 1. Of
these, perhaps the most familiar type of deception is mimicry. Here, an indi-
vidual resembles another species in some way, such that it can deceive others
into considering it as the ‘wrong’ object type. For example, some species of
harmless snake match the banding colours of venomous species to avoid
predators—something called Batesian mimicry. Conversely, aggressive mimicry
occurs when mimicry is used in an antagonistic way. For example, some
insects resemble the colour and shape of flowers to avoid being recognized
and avoided by their prey, which frequently visit real flowers. Camouflage is
also a widespread and intuitive idea (though much more complex and intri-
guing than generally realized). Frequently, camouflage involves matching the
appearance of the environment, or some specific object in it (such as a dead
leaf), so that a predator (or prey item) fails to detect or recognize it. There is
one other key concept worth highlighting here too: sensory exploitation. This
occurs when an individual produces a communication signal that has evolved
to be highly effective in stimulating the sensory system of another animal (of
the same or another species). In doing so, the individual making the signal can
elicit a greater behavioural response from its target than might otherwise have
been the case. For example, some frogs produce mating calls that have
evolved specific sound properties that strongly stimulate the hearing sensitiv-
ity of females, and in doing so increase their chances of mating. Sensory
exploitation seems to be a common way that deception arises and works
in nature.
In principle, this book could have been organized by another set of ideas or
subjects, and we should not think of the topic(s) of each chapter and the
notions discussed as isolated from one another. On the contrary, I have tried
throughout to indicate common concepts and theories and attempt to link
them together. Nonetheless, the main themes of each chapter seemed to be
the most logical way to organize things; being the broad types of deception
that exist and what ultimately they achieve. It should also be said that the
comparative length of certain chapters and extent of the ideas discussed does
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not mean that some areas are more or less important than others. Instead,
they reflect the relative popularity (past and present) of work testing these
areas, and no doubt some lack of knowledge on my part too. The same point
goes for the taxonomic spread of the examples discussed, although whether
deception is more common in some groups of organism is an interesting
question (and one discussed in Chapter 9). Finally, a book like this is not
designed to cover all known examples of deception. It’s more about our
fundamental understanding of the subject area and the scientific experiments
designed to test those ideas. The examples chosen are those that I personally
felt were most interesting and helpful in highlighting key concepts and the
work undertaken to test them. In some cases, I could have chosen different
examples.
Writing this book was a challenge, but a deeply enjoyable one. Part of that
reason was the substantial help and assistance provided by a great many
people. First, I would like to sincerely thank Latha Menon, Jenny Nugee, and
Kate Gilks at OUP for helping with all stages of the book, providing a range of
comments and feedback on the manuscript, answering a plethora of questions
from me along the way, and much more. Their help was invaluable and
always highly constructive. Beyond OUP, in the first instance it was Tim
Caro who gave me the initial push to bite the bullet and write this book
when I mentioned the idea to him some time ago. He also kindly read the
entire manuscript and gave considerable feedback on an earlier draft. I also
owe a great deal of thanks to the following people, who read various chapters
for me and gave a range of feedback, knowledge, and general encouragement:
Caitlin Kight, Graeme Ruxton, Lina Arenas, Sara Mynott, Emmanuelle Briolat,
Jenny Easley, Sam Smithers, Laura Kelley, Kate Marshall, Anna Hughes, David
Nash, Tom Flower, and Tom Sherratt. Many other people also provided useful
information. In addition, I would like to thank everyone who kindly supplied
(frequently donated) images of their work, making it possible to have such a
widely and colourfully illustrated book. Last, but certainly not least, I thank
my wife Audrey for her constant enthusiasm, encouragement, and positivity
throughout this project. As with everything else, I simply could not have done
it without her.
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CONTENTS
xi
LIST OF FIGURES
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LIST OF FIGURES
62. Many bees are ‘cuckoo’ species, laying their eggs in the nests
of other species and exploiting their resources 223
63. Deception by Cryptostylis orchids 234
64. The South African daisy (Gorteria diffusa) 236
65. The fungus Neonothopanus gardneri 238
66. A male great bowerbird (Ptilonorhynchus nuchalis), his bower,
and the grey and white decorations 241
67. A Japanese macaque (Macaca fuscata) and a bald uakari
monkey (Cacajao calvus) 245
68. A female damselfly (Ischnura heterosticta) 256
69. The leaf-mimicking butterfly Kallima inachus and how changes
to the butterfly ‘ground plan’ have underpinned its evolution 262
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IN NATURE
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FIG. 1. The alcon blue (Maculinea alcon). Top: an adult butterfly with its beautiful blue color-
ation. Bottom left: the caterpillars hatch and initially feed on the host plant, before dropping to
the ground. Bottom right: a worker ant picks up a caterpillar and transports it back to the nest.
Images David Nash
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that the ants take the caterpillar and care for it as one of their own
young. The alcon blue is not alone in having such a life cycle, with a
variety of other species of blue butterfly sharing similar modes of
reproduction (although the taxonomy of this group is complex and
controversial).1
The alcon blue is one of countless species of plant and animal that
deceive others for their own benefit. Many early naturalists, including
Charles Darwin and his contemporaries, were all too aware that the
natural world is not a harmonious place. While we often see instances
of apparent cooperation, selfishness and exploitation rule the day
(Figure 2). Organisms face a continuous fight to survive and reproduce,
and any advantage in obtaining a mate, locating food, or avoiding
predators pays dividends. Unsurprisingly then, many animals and
plants (and even some fungi) trick, cheat, and deceive each other to
their own advantage, just like the alcon blue butterfly, which deceives
ants for resources and a safe place to live. Deception is found widely in
nature, from insects in the forest canopy mimicking twigs and dead
leaves to hide from predators, to fish that attract prey with biolumin-
escent lures in the dark depths of the ocean.
In nature, organisms often engage in some form of communication,
in which one individual sends a message or ‘signal’ to another. For
example, a male peacock might try to impress a peahen about his high
quality as a mate using his gaudy tail feathers as a signal. Scientists
often consider deception in nature as occurring when one party, often
of another species, exploits a communication system like this in order
to create false, exaggerated, or misleading information. Deception
should benefit those practising it, but is often costly to the animals
being tricked, from lost time or resources such as food, through to a
greatly increased risk of death. This book is about how deception
works in nature and how it evolves. It is about how and why some
spiders mimic ants, many orchids resemble the smell and appearance
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FIG. 2. Examples of deception. Top left: a harmless hoverfly (Eristalis tenax), mimicking the
appearance of a bee to gain protection against predators. Top right: a freckled nightjar
(Caprimulgus tristigma) using camouflage to prevent detection from predators. Middle left:
many spiders use bright colours to lure prey to their webs, such as this banded-legged golden
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THE BASIS OF DECEPTION IN NATURE
orb web spider (Nephilia senegalensis). Middle right: camouflage is also used by predators to creep
upon their prey, like this preying mantis (unknown species). Bottom left: a nest of a fantail
warbler (Cisticola juncidis), with two parasitic eggs of the cuckoo finch (Anomalospiza imberbis),
which uses other birds to rear its young. Bottom right: some male animals mimic females to
increase mating success. These are Australian giant cuttlefish (Sepia apama), with the bottom
individual a female, the top individual a consorting male, and the cuttlefish in the middle a
female mimic.
Top and middle images Martin Stevens; bottom-left image
Claire Spottiswoode; bottom-right image Roger Hanlon
of insects, various birds lay their eggs in other species’ nests, and much
more. We will discuss these questions and many others, including
numerous and wonderful examples from nature, as well as the clever
science and experiments that have led to our current understanding of
deception. Ultimately, this book is about what deception can tell us
about how species interact with one another, and the processes of
evolution and adaptation.
Let’s return to our example of blue butterflies and what they can tell
us about deception. Ants are among the most numerous organisms on
earth, playing a major role in habitats the world over in their varied
relationships with countless other species, from acting as predators
through to protectors. Their importance in numerous ecosystems is
enhanced by the fact that perhaps as many as 10,000 or more other
species of insect live alongside and exploit ants. Many such cheats have
evolved adaptations to reduce the chance of being attacked and killed
by ants, such as mimicking the chemical cues that ants use to recognize
one another. Such species are often called ‘social parasites’ because of
the way each individual parasite exploits not just a single ant but an
entire colony (we will cover further instances of this in Chapter 7). The
butterfly family Lycaenidae is one of the largest of all butterfly groups,
comprising species such as the hairstreaks and blue butterflies. Many of
the 5,000 or so species have caterpillars that associate with ants in
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some way, often mutualistically where both the ant and caterpillar
benefit.2 For example, some caterpillars produce sugary secretions
that ants feed on, with the ants in return defending the caterpillars
from attack against potential predators. Other caterpillars exploit ants
directly for resources, an approach thought to exist in around 200 or
more species. The most remarkable cases involve the large blue butter-
flies (Maculinea, sometimes now called phengaris)1 found throughout
Europe and Asia, including the alcon blue (M. alcon).
Other Maculinea butterflies start life in much the same way as M. alcon,
with the caterpillar initially feeding on the flower buds of a host plant
before dropping to the plant base to be discovered and taken back to a
nest of Myrmica ants. After this, depending on the butterfly species, one
of two things normally happens. Either the caterpillar becomes preda-
tory, feeding on the larvae of the ants themselves, or it becomes a type of
cuckoo. In the latter case, just like its avian equivalent (much more about
these in Chapter 7), the caterpillar integrates itself into the nest and is
tended to and fed by the ants directly (Figure 3). In some cases, the
worker ants are so busy meeting the caterpillar’s needs that they neglect
their own larvae. In fact, when food is scarce the ‘nurse’ ants sometimes
even kill their own brood to feed them to the caterpillar. These kinds of
lifestyle—‘cuckoo’ or ‘predator’—are found in two separate groups of
Maculinea, with genetic analyses estimating that the lineages split around
five million years ago.2
At this point we might ask in more detail why the ants take the
caterpillars back to the nest and tolerate them feeding off their own
resources or young. That is, why are the ants so effectively deceived? It
had long been suspected that many social parasites that exploited ants
relied on chemical mimicry to enter ant nests and stay safe, and that
blue butterfly caterpillars mimic the chemical profiles of their ant hosts.
But it was not until the end of the 1990s that evidence for chemical
mimicry by blue butterflies was clearly demonstrated. A study by
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FIG. 3. Top: alcon blue caterpillars being tended to by worker ants inside the nest. Sometimes
the same ant colony can have multiple larvae to look after. Bottom: a pupa of the butterfly
in the nest.
Images David Nash
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ants use to recognize other workers and their brood. Next, experiments
using small glass dummies showed that, despite being of no value or
use to the ants, the dummies would be transported back to their nests
by ants when treated with chemical extracts of either the ants or the
caterpillars. In addition, the chemicals that the caterpillars made were
closer to those produced by the specific species of ant that M. alcon
targets than to other Myrmica species in the area. Further evidence
collected by Akino and the team showed that caterpillar mimicry
apparently has two components or stages. Caterpillars initially synthe-
size compounds that mimic the ants’ odour profiles in order to gain
access to the nest. Then, once inside, they acquire additional com-
pounds that refine their mimicry further. This is likely facilitated either
by the caterpillars physically making contact with ants and the nest
environment, so that the chemicals rub off on to the caterpillar’s body,
or by further synthesis of chemicals by the caterpillar. Heightened
mimicry is important; caterpillars are more likely to die, presumably
as a result of host ant discovery, during the initial few days of integra-
tion, and so additional protection is necessary to deceive the ants and
survive in the long run. The process might also enable caterpillars to
start off mimicking the chemical components of more than one ant
species, and subsequently refine their resemblance to just one species,
or even one colony, once they have been adopted. Ultimately, mimicry
by caterpillars, like many forms of deception, is underpinned by selec-
tion for increasing discernment from those parties being deceived—in
this case the need for ants to recognize intruders. This likely begins as a
general defence against any intruders that fail to match the ant colony’s
odour profile. As successive generations of caterpillar smell more and
more like the ants they target, the workers need to evolve more refined
recognition mechanisms. This is especially important in small ant-
colonies where loss of eggs through predation or resources through
cuckoo-like caterpillars can be especially costly.
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THE BASIS OF DECEPTION IN NATURE
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THE BASIS OF DECEPTION IN NATURE
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delightful spot I have ever seen. I began to love the tropical nights
and to feel that I never before had known what nights can be like.
The stars were so large and hung so low that they looked almost like
raised silver figures on a dark blue field. And when the moon shone—
but why try to write about tropical moonlight? The wonderful
sunsets and the moonlit nights have tied more American hearts to
Manila and the Philippines than all the country’s other charms
combined. And they are both indescribable.
When I lived in Malate and could look out across the open, white-
capped bay to far-away Mt. Meriveles, I sometimes forgot I was in
the Tropics. But at Malacañan when we gazed down on the low-
lapping Pásig, glinting in the starlight, and across the rice fields on
the other side where swaying lanterns twinkled from beneath the
outline of thatched roofs, there was little to remind us that we were
Americans or that we had ever felt any air less soothing than the soft
breeze which rustled the bamboo plumes along the bank.
Our household was in every way much enlarged on our change of
residence and circumstances. There were eight or nine muchachos in
the house, two extra Chinese helpers in the kitchen, and the staff of
coachmen and gardeners increased on even a larger scale. Our stable
of ponies multiplied to sixteen, and even then there were too few for
our various needs. It is difficult for the dweller in the Temperate
Zone to realise how small an amount of work the native of the
Tropics, either man or beast, is capable of.
We thought at first that the salary attached to the office of
Governor of the Philippines was quite splendid, but we soon gave up
any idea we might have had of saving a little of it for a rainy day. Our
rainy day was upon us. It rained official obligations which we had to
meet. The mere cost of lighting Malacañan was enough to keep a
modest family in comfort. I don’t know about conditions at the
Palace now, but I imagine they have not changed much, and I do
know that Manila is a more expensive place in which to live than it
was in my time. And yet there is serious talk of reducing the salary of
the Governor-General. It seems a pity. This would place the office in
a class with Ambassadorships which nobody but rich men can
accept. The present salary, with nice management and a not too
ambitious programme, will just about cover expenses, but I feel sorry
for the wife of the Governor who must try to do what is expected of
her on less.
My cook, who had been quite independent of me at Malate,
became at Malacañan wholly unapproachable. I don’t know why, but
so it was. He occupied quarters opening on one of the courts below
and connected with the dining-room by an outside staircase up
which I was never able to inveigle him. I had to deliver my orders
from the top of the stairs and when he had listened to just as much as
he cared to hear he would disappear through the kitchen door, and
no amount of calling would bring him back. As the kitchen was an
ante-chamber to a sort of Chinese catacombs, extending over a good
part of the basement, I never ventured to follow him and I had to
swallow my wrath as best I could.
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most elaborate and varied buffet suppers I ever saw and I never knew
a cook who could make such a wonderful variety of cakes and fruit
tarts and cream-puffs. He took a real delight in their construction,
and for two days before a reception he would spend all his time
filling every pan in the house with patisseries elaborately iced in
every imaginable colour.
I began at once to give an afternoon reception every week and if it
hadn’t been for my disagreeable, but capable, old Ah Sing I should
have been in a constant turmoil of engagements with caterers and
confectioners. As it was, I never had to give an order, really.
“Reception Wednesday, Ah Sing,” was all that was necessary, and
except for a glance now and then to see that the muchachos were
giving the floors and the furniture a little extra polish on Wednesday
morning, the only preparations I had to make for receiving two
thousand people were to put on an embroidered muslin gown and
compose myself.
These afternoon receptions were public, our only form of
invitation being an “At Home” notice in the newspapers, and
considering the unsettled state of Manila society in those days, it is
really remarkable that we had so few unwelcome guests. There were
a great many derelicts and generally disreputable people, both
American and European, trying to better their fortunes or add to the
excitement in our agitated community, but we suffered no
unpleasant consequences from our open hospitality, though every
Wednesday the Palace was thronged and every Wednesday many
new faces appeared. Army and Navy people, civilians of every
occupation and many foreigners—Germans and British mostly—
came nearly always. I remember especially the first instalment of
American school teachers. They were, for the most part, a fine lot of
men and women who had come out with high hopes and ideals and
an enthusiastic desire to pass them on. There were some pretty girls
among them and a number of very clever looking men. I believe they
used to enjoy my parties as much as anybody in Manila. They were
homesick, no doubt, especially the girls, and I suppose the sight of so
many friendly American faces cheered them up.
The Filipinos had to have a little coaxing before they began to avail
themselves very freely of our general invitation. But by asking many
of them personally and persistently to “be sure and come
Wednesday” we prevailed on a good number to believe they were
really wanted; and after a little while there began to be as many
brown faces as white among our guests.
Speaking of school teachers reminds me that it was just about this
time that our minds were relieved of all anxiety with regard to Bob’s
and Helen’s education. My husband had wanted to send our ten-
year-old son back across the Pacific and the United States, all by
himself, to his Uncle Horace’s school in Connecticut, and I had
opposed the idea with all my might without being able to offer a
satisfactory substitute plan. But now a school for American children
was opened and they were as well taught as they would have been at
home. Moreover, Bob and Helen found a large number of congenial
companions, and I don’t think I ever saw a happier set of boys and
girls. They lived out of doors and did everything that children usually
do, but their most conspicuous performance was on the Luneta in
the evenings, where they would race around the drive on their little
ponies, six abreast, or play games all over the grass plots which were
then, and always have been, maintained chiefly for the benefit of
children, both brown and white.
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difference in the character of his duties, but it gave him increased
authority in the performance of them. The onerous necessity for
submitting legislation to an executive whose point of view was
different from that of the Commission came to an end, and he was
able to see that such laws as the Commission passed were put in
operation without delay. Under General Chaffee the feeling on the
part of the Army against the encroachments of civil government gave
way, slowly but surely, to an attitude of, at least, friendly toleration.
It was as if they said: “Well, let them alone; we know they are wrong;
but they must learn by experience, and, after all, they mean well.”
General Chaffee and General MacArthur were two quite different
types of men. General Chaffee was less precise, less analytical.
General MacArthur had always been given to regarding everything in
its “psychological” aspect and, indeed, “psychological” was a word so
frequently on his lips that it became widely popular. General Chaffee
was impetuous; he was much less formal than his predecessor both
in thought and manner, and Mr. Taft found co-operation with him
much less difficult. He made no secret of his conviction, which was
shared by most of the Army, that civil government was being
established prematurely, but he was not unreasonable about it.
He refused at first to listen to the proposition for the establishment
of a native Constabulary. This had been the Commission’s pet project
ever since they had been in the Islands, and it was a great
disappointment to them to find that the opposition which they had
encountered in the former administration was to be continued.
What they wanted was a force of several thousand Filipinos,
trained and commanded by American Army officers, either from the
regular Army or from the volunteers. The same thing had been done
with success by the British in India and the Straits Settlements, by
the Dutch in Java and by our own General Davis in Porto Rico, and
as the insurrectionary force had dwindled to a few bands and to
scattered groups of murderers and ladrones, so acknowledged by
everybody, there was no reason why a native constabulary should not
be employed to clear these out.
This plan was among the first things submitted to General Chaffee,
but he was evidently not impressed. “Pin them down with a bayonet
for at least ten years” was a favourite expression of Army sentiment
which sometimes made the Commissioners’ explanations to the
natives rather difficult.
General Wright, on behalf of the Commission, called on General
Chaffee and was much surprised to learn that he had not even read
the Constabulary bill which had been passed some time before and
held up pending the hoped for opportunity to carry it into effect.
When General Wright explained the purport of the measure General
Chaffee said,
“I am opposed to the whole business. It seems to me that you are
trying to introduce something to take the place of my Army.”
“Why, so we are,” said General Wright. “We are trying to create a
civil police force to do the police work which we understood the
Army was anxious to be relieved of. You have announced your
purpose to concentrate the Army in the interest of economy, and to
let our civil governments stand alone to see what is in them and we
consider it necessary to have a constabulary, or some such force, to
take care of the lawless characters that are sure to be in the country
after four years of war, and especially in a country where the natives
take naturally to ladronism. The Municipal police as now organised
are not able to meet all the requirements in this regard.”
“There you are,” said General Chaffee, “you give your whole case
away.”
“I have no case to give away,” replied General Wright. “We are
trying to put our provincial governments on a basis where they will
require nothing but the moral force of the military arm, and actually
to preserve law and order through the civil arm. The people desire
peace, but they also desire protection and we intend through the civil
government to give it to them.”
The Commissioner then suggested the names of some Army
officers whose peculiar tact in handling Filipinos had marked them
as the best available men for organising and training native soldiers,
but General Chaffee was not inclined to detail them for the work, so
General Wright returned to the Commission quite cast down and
communicated to his colleagues the feeling that they were to have a
continuance of the same difficulties with which they were required to
contend under the former administration.
But a peacemaker came along in the person of General Corbin. He
spent some time with General Chaffee and then came to Malacañan
to visit us. He made a hurried, but quite extensive trip through the
Islands and gave the whole situation pretty thorough inspection.
After he left, a change was found to have come over the spirit of
affairs, and it was thought that he had managed to make clear to
everybody concerned that, while there was a military arm and a civil
arm of the government in the Philippines, they represented a single
American purpose and that that purpose had been expressed by the
administration at Washington when the Commission was sent out to
do the work it was then engaged upon.
After that General Chaffee seems not only to have been amenable
to reason, but to have been imbued with a spirit of cordiality and
helpfulness which was most gratifying to the long-harassed
Commission. To facilitate co-operation, a private telephone was
installed between the offices of Mr. Taft and the Commanding
General, and it seemed to me that my husband suddenly lost some of
the lines of worry which had begun to appear in his face.
The Constabulary, as everybody knows, was eventually established
and perhaps no finer body of men, organised for such a purpose,
exists. It took a long time to get them enlisted, equipped and
properly drilled, but to-day they are a force which every man and
woman in the Philippines, of whatever nationality, colour, creed or
occupation, regards with peculiar satisfaction. They include corps
enlisted from nearly every tribe in the Islands, not excepting the
Moros and the Igorrotes. The Moro constabulario is distinguishable
from the Christian in that he wears a jaunty red fez with his smart
khaki uniform instead of the regulation cap, while the Igorrote
refuses trousers and contents himself with the cap, the tight jacket,
the cartridge belt and a bright “G-string.” To the Ifugao Igorrote
uniform is added a distinguishing spiral of brass which the natty
soldier wears just below the knee. It is difficult to imagine anything
more extraordinary than a “crack” company of these magnificent
barelegged Ifugaos going through dress-parade drill under the sharp
commands of an American officer. The Constabulary Band of eighty-
odd pieces, under the direction of Captain Loving, an American
negro from the Boston Conservatory of Music, is well known in
America and is generally considered one of the really great bands of
the world. All its members are Filipinos.
Press clippings and some correspondence which I have before me
remind me that even at this period there began to manifest itself in
the Taft family, and otherwheres, a mild interest in the possibility
that my husband might become President of the United States. Mr.
Taft himself treated all such “far-fetched speculation” with the
derision which he thought it deserved, but to me it did not seem at all
unreasonable. We received first a copy of the Boston Herald
containing two marked articles in parallel columns, one of which,
headed by a picture of Mr. Taft, stated that in Washington there had
been serious suggestion of his name as a Presidential candidate and
the other giving a sympathetic account of an anti-imperialistic
meeting at Faneuil Hall. We thought the two articles as “news items”
hardly warranted juxtaposition, and it seemed to us the editor was
indulging a sort of sardonic sense of humour when he placed them
so. Not that my husband was an “imperialist,” but that he was
generally so considered. Indeed, he was the most active anti-
imperialist of them all. He was doing the work of carrying out a
thoroughly anti-imperialistic policy, but he recognised the difference
between abandoning the Philippines to a certain unhappy fate and
guiding them to substantial independence founded on self-
dependence. It took a long time to get the shouters from the
housetops to accept this interpretation of our national obligation, but
there was reassurance in the fact that where our honour is involved
Americanism can always be trusted to rise above purely partisan
politics.
Mr. Taft’s mother, who took an active and very intelligent interest
in her son’s work and who sent him letters by nearly every mail
which were filled with entertaining and accurate comment on
Philippine affairs, took the suggestion of his being a Presidential
possibility quite seriously. And she did not at all approve of it.
Having seen a number of press notices about it she sat down and
wrote him a long letter in which she discussed with measured
arguments the wisdom of his keeping out of politics. At that time the
idea appealed to nothing in him except his sense of humour. He
wrote to his brother Charles: “To me such a discussion has for its
chief feature the element of humour. The idea that a man who has
issued injunctions against labour unions, almost by the bushel, who
has sent at least ten or a dozen violent labour agitators to jail, and
who is known as one of the worst judges for the maintenance of
government by injunction, could ever be a successful candidate on a
Presidential ticket, strikes me as intensely ludicrous; and had I the
slightest ambition in that direction I hope that my good sense would
bid me to suppress it. But, more than this, the horrors of a modern
Presidential campaign and the political troubles of the successful
candidate for President, rob the office of the slightest attraction for
me. I have but one ambition, and if that cannot be satisfied I am
content to return to the practice of the law with reasonable assurance
that if my health holds out I can make a living, and make Nellie and
the children more comfortable than I could if I went to Washington.”
This letter is dated August 27, 1901, and was written on a Spanish
steamer which the Commission had taken from Aparri, on the north
coast of Luzon, after they finished the last of the long trips they had
to make for the purpose of organising civil government in the
provinces.
It was just after they returned from this trip; just when things were
at their brightest; when everything seemed to be developing so
rapidly and our hopes were running high, that we were shaken by the
appalling news of the attack on President McKinley. We had kept
luncheon waiting for Mr. Taft until it seemed useless to wait any
longer and we were at table when he came in. He looked so white and
stunned and helpless that I was frightened before he could speak.
Then he said, “The President has been shot.”
I suppose that throughout the United States the emotions of
horror and grief were beyond expression, but I cannot help thinking
that to the Americans in the Philippines the shock came with more
overwhelming force than to any one else. Mr. McKinley was our chief
in a very special sense. He was the director of our endeavours and
the father of our destinies. It was he who had sent the civil officials
out there and it was on the strength of his never failing support that
we had relied in all our troubles. It might, indeed, have been Mr.
Root in whose mind the great schemes for the development of the
islands and their peoples had been conceived, but Mr. Root exercised
his authority through the wise endorsement of the President and it
was to the President that we looked for sanction or criticism of every
move that was made. Then, too, the extraordinary sweetness of his
nature inspired in every one with whom he came in close contact a
strong personal affection, and we had reason to feel this more than
most people. Truly, it was as if the foundations of our world had
crumbled under us.
But he was not dead; and on the fact that he was strong and clean
we began to build hopes. Yet the hush which fell upon the
community on the day that he was shot was not broken until a couple
of days before he died when we received word that he was
recovering. We were so far away that we could not believe anybody
would send us such a cable unless it were founded on a practical
certainty, and our “Thank God!” was sufficiently fervent to dispel all
the gloom that had enveloped us. Then came the cable announcing
his death. I need not dwell on that.
Mr. Taft and Mr. Roosevelt knew each other very well. They had
been in Washington together years before, Mr. Taft as Solicitor
General, Mr. Roosevelt as Civil Service Commissioner, and they had
corresponded with some frequency since we had been in Manila. So,
in so far as the work in the Philippines was concerned, my husband
knew where the new President’s sympathies were and he had no
fears on that score. At the same time he was most anxious to have
Mr. Root continued as Secretary of War in order that there might not
be any delay or radical change in carrying out the plans which had
been adopted and put in operation under his direction. All activities
suffered a sort of paralysis from the crushing blow of the President’s
assassination, but the press of routine work continued. We were very
much interested in learning that a great many Filipinos, clever
politicians as they are, thought that after Mr. McKinley’s death Mr.
Bryan would become President, and that, after all, they would get
immediate independence.
Then came the awful tragedy of Balangiga. It happened only a few
days after the President died, while our nerves were still taut, and
filled us all with unspeakable horror intensified by the first actual
fear we had felt since we had been in the Philippine Islands.
Company “C” of the 9th Infantry, stationed at the town of Balangiga
on the island of Samar, was surprised at breakfast, without arms and
at a considerable distance from their quarters, and fifty of them were
massacred. About thirty fought their way bare handed through the
mob, each man of which had a bolo or a gun, and lived to tell the tale.
It was a disaster so ghastly in its details, so undreamed of under the
conditions of almost universal peace which had been established,
that it created absolute panic. Men began to go about their everyday
occupations in Manila carrying pistols conspicuously displayed, and
half the people one met could talk of nothing else but their
conviction that the whole archipelago was a smouldering volcano
and that we were all liable to be murdered in our beds any night. Of
course this made the Army officers more certain than ever that the
Islands should have remained under military control indefinitely,
and I cannot deny that, at the time, their arguments seemed to have
some foundation. It was a frightful nervous strain and it took several
months of tranquillity to restore confidence. If it had been a regular
engagement in which the Americans had sustained a reverse it could
have been accepted with some philosophy, but it was a plain
massacre of a company of defenceless men by many times their
number who had gotten into the town with the consent of the
American authorities, and in conspiracy with the local headman and
the native parish priest, on the pretext of bringing in for surrender a
band of insurrectos.
The man, Lucban, who was in command of the Samar ladrones
who committed this atrocity, is now a prominent politico in Manila,
and it is interesting to know that only last year, in a campaign
speech, he referred with dramatic intensity to “our glorious victory of
Balangiga.” He was appealing to an ignorant electorate, many of
whom, as he knew, wore the scar of the awful Katipunan “blood
pact,” but it is just to record that the average Filipino is not proud of
the Balangiga “victory.”
Shortly before these unhappy events my sister Maria was called
back to America by the illness of our mother, and I was left to face
the tragic excitements of the month of September without her
comforting companionship. By October I began to feel that I would
have to get out of the Philippine Islands or suffer a nervous
breakdown, so my husband and I agreed that it would be well for me
to “run up to China,” as they express it out there. Running up to
China at that time of year meant getting out of tropic heat into
bracing autumn weather with a nip of real winter in it, and there was
nothing that I needed more.
Mrs. Wright and Mrs. Moses were both anxious to see something
of China before leaving the Orient, and as this seemed an excellent
opportunity to make the trip, they decided to go with me. The Boxer
Insurrection had just been suppressed and the Dowager Empress
had not yet returned from the West, whither she had fled during the
siege of Peking. We were used to the alarums of war and we thought
we were likely to see more of China “from the inside” than if we
visited the country during a period of complete calm. Then there
were wonderful tales of valuable “loot” which interested us. Not
necessarily illegitimate loot, but curios and art treasures in the hands
of Chinese themselves who were selling things at ridiculously low
figures and, sometimes, with a fascinating air of great mystery. There
is some allurement in the idea of bargaining for priceless porcelains,
ivories, silks and Russian sables behind closed and double-locked
doors, in the dark depths of some wretched Chinese hovel. Our Army
officers who had helped to relieve Peking brought us stories of this
kind of adventure, and I secretly hoped that we should be able to
have just some such experience. But being the wives of American
officials I thought likely we should be “taken care of” every hour of
every twenty-four. And so we were.
We sailed to Shanghai and went from there straight to Peking,
where we became the guests of Colonel and Mrs. Robertson, who had
gone in with the American troops in the Allied Armies and were
quartered in no less a place than the Temple of Heaven. The casual
tourist looking now upon that glorious collection of ancestral shrines
would find it difficult to believe that they once served as barracks for
American soldiers. Most people who visit the Temple of Heaven find
in it an atmosphere of peace and serenity such as is achieved by few
structures in the world, and to have this deep calm invaded by
business-like “foreign-devil” troops must have ruffled the spirits of
the high gods. But the soldiers had to be quartered somewhere and
this great, clean, tree-sheltered enclosure in the heart of the Chinese
city offered ample space.
Mr. Conger was then our Minister to China, and after spending a
few very busy days sightseeing we went to the Legation to visit him.
The Legation quarter, which had been laid in ruins during the Boxer
troubles, had not yet begun to assume an aspect of orderliness, and
many were the evidences of the weeks of horror through which the
besieged foreign representatives had lived.
As the Empress Dowager and her court had not yet returned, we
hoped to be able to see all the mysteries of the Forbidden City, but
order had been restored to a point where it was possible to make the
palaces once more “forbidden,” so we were shown only enough to
whet our curiosity. But the wonderful walls and the temples, the
long, unbelievable streets and the curious life of the people were
sufficient to save us from any feeling of disappointment in our visit.
At a dinner given for us by our Minister we met a number of men and
women who had been through the siege, and I sat next to Sir Robert
Hart, of the Imperial Chinese Customs, the most interesting man,
perhaps, that the great occidental-oriental co-operation has ever
produced.
When we returned to Shanghai on our way down from Peking I
was greeted by two cablegrams. It just happened that I opened them
in the order of their coming and the first one contained the
information that my husband was very ill and said that I had better
return at once to Manila, while the second read that he was much
better and that there was no cause for alarm. There was no way of
getting to Manila for several days, because there were no boats going.
So I decided to take a trip up the Yangtse River on the house-boat
belonging to the wife of the American Consul. If I had been doing
this for pleasure instead of for the purpose of “getting away from
myself” I should have enjoyed it exceedingly, but as it was I have but
a vague recollection of a very wide and very muddy river; great
stretches of clay flats, broken here and there by little clumps of round
mounds which I knew were Chinese graves, and bordered by distant,
low hills; an occasional quaint grey town with uptilted tile roofs; and
a few graceful but dreary-looking pagodas crowning lonesome hill-
tops. And in addition to all of this there was a seething mass of very
dirty and very noisy humanity which kept out of our way and
regarded us with anything but friendly looks.
I had left my husband apparently perfectly well, but I subsequently
learned that the night after I left Manila he developed the first
symptoms of his illness. It was diagnosed at first as dengue fever, a
disease quite common in the Philippines which, though exceedingly
disagreeable, is not regarded as dangerous. It was about two weeks
before a correct diagnosis was made, and it was then discovered that
he was suffering from an abscess which called for a serious
emergency operation. He was taken to the First Reserve Army
hospital and the operation was performed by Dr. Rhoads, the Army
surgeon who afterward became his aide when he was President.
The children must have been much frightened. They had never
seen their father ill before, and he told me afterward that he should
never forget the way they looked as he was being carried out of
Malacañan on a stretcher borne by six stalwart American policemen.
They were all huddled together in the great hall as he passed
through, and while Bob and Charlie were gazing at the proceedings
in open-eyed astonishment, Helen was weeping.
For twenty-four hours after the operation the doctors were not at
all certain that their patient would live, nor did their anxiety end at
that time. The abscess was of long growth, the wound had to be made
a terrible one, and there was great danger of blood poisoning. Mr.
Taft rallied but a second operation was necessary. By the time I
reached Manila he was well on the way to recovery, though even then
there was no prospect of his being able to move for many weeks to
come.
He used to lie on his cot in the hospital and recite to his visitors a
verse of Kipling’s which he thought fitted his case exactly:
“Now it is not well for the white man
To hurry the Aryan brown,
For the white man riles and the Aryan smiles,
And it weareth the white man down.
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased,
And the epitaph drear: ‘A fool lies here
Who tried to hurry the East.’”