An Eagle Flight

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he street life that had saddened him the night before, now, in spite of his s

rything. But let it rain a day, you had a mire, reflecting at night the shifting lamps of the carriages and bespatte

h bridge drew Ibarra's attention. Carriages passed continuously, drawn by groups of dwarf horses, in splendid harness. In these sat at ease government clerks going to their bureaus, officers, Chinese, self-satisfied and ridicu

hought Ibarra. But the little hill of Bagumbayan drove away all fancies. He remembered the man who had opened the eyes of his intellig

ter all, first the country, first the Philippines,

creaking of the wheels. Sometimes there was the dull sound of a native sledge's worn runners. In the fields grazed the herds, and among them white herons gravely promenaded, or sat tranquil on the backs of sleepy oxen beatifically chewing their cuds of prairie grass. Let us leave the young man, wholly occu

uneven ground, passes a bamboo bridge, mounts a rough hil