The town stands on the top of a bastion-like terrace, thrust avalanche-wise and immense between its pinnacled mountain walls; the site is not only of great beauty, but of great natural strength, like nearly all the other considerable settlements we saw on this journey.  The two mountain walls approach somewhat like the branches of the letter V, having between them, near their intersection, as it were, the natural bastion mentioned rising from the bed of the Ibilao River, hundreds of feet below, and some thousands of yards distant.  The whole position is on a large generous scale; it would have appealed to the ancient Greeks.  And so, of course, we yet had some distance to go, and now made our way through rice-paddies, echeloned on the flanks of the spurs that came down to meet us.  These rice-terraces (sementeras), the first I had seen, at once excited my interest, to the scorn of Pack, who bade me wait until we had come upon the real thing:  these were nothing.  It turned out he was entirely right; but I thought them remarkable, and anyway they were most refreshing and cooling to look at, after our long hot ride.  The sound of running waters, the sight of the little runlets bubbling away for dear life, of the tall rice swaying to the breeze, the acropolis before us with its clumps of waving bamboos, of nodding bananas, and the soft afternoon light over all, the combination made a picture that, will live in my recollection.  The impression immediately formed was that of a scene of quiet peace and beauty, more or less rudely shocked the following day.  As we drew nearer and nearer we were welcomed by arches of bamboo decorated with native flowers and plants, and guarded by life-size anitos [21] of both sexes in puris naturalibus, cut out of the tree fern, but with no connotation whatever of indecency.  For these statues are either an innocent expression of nature, or, what seems more likely, an expression of Nature or phallic worship.

We had now got up to the parade of the cuartel (quarters or barracks) and were greeted by shouts from the people gathered to welcome us.  The chief who had met us at Payawan, and who, on foot, had beaten us into Kiangan, appeared in all his bravery and with a prolonged “Who-o-o-o-e-e!” commanded silence.  He then mounted a bamboo stand some twenty feet high, with a platform on top, and made us a speech!  Yes, a regular speech, with gestures, intonations, and all the rest of it.  For these Ifugaos are born orators, and love to show their skill.  Accordingly, thanks to Mr. Worcester’s appreciation, orators’ tribunes have been put up at points like Kiangan; it is strange that the Ifugaos had never thought of it themselves.  This tribune, by the way, was ornamented with tufts of leaves and grasses at the corners.  When the speaker had done, he clapped his hands over his head, and all the people followed suit.