narrated by santiago dumlao of san narciso, zambales.
pedro was the son of a poor man. he lived with his father and mother by the seashore. early one morning his parents went to look for food, leaving him alone in the house. he staid there all day waiting for them to return. evening came, but his father and mother did not appear; some misfortune had overtaken them. pedro felt very hungry, but he could find no food in the house. in the middle of the night he heard some one tapping at the door. thinking that it was his mother, he arose and went to meet her. when he opened the door, however, he saw that it was not his mother who had rapped, but boroka,1 whom children are very much afraid of. now, boroka was a witch. she had wings like a bird, four feet like a horse, but a head like that of a woman. she devoured boys and girls, and was especially fond of their liver. as soon as pedro opened the door, she seized him and carried him off to her home in the mountains.
pedro was not afraid of the witch; he was obedient to her, and soon she made him her housekeeper. whenever she went out at night to look for food, he was sure to have flesh and liver for breakfast the next day. whenever the witch was away, pedro used to amuse himself riding on the back of a horse that would often come to see him. it taught him how to ride well, and the two became great friends.
one day when children began to get scarce, and boroka was unable to find any to eat, she made up her mind to kill pedro. she left the house and went to invite the other witches, so that they might have a great feast. while she was gone, the horse came and told pedro of his danger, and advised him what to do. it gave him two handkerchiefs,—one red and the other white. then pedro jumped on the horse’s back, and the horse ran away as fast as it could. not long afterward he noticed that the witches were pursuing them. when they came nearer, pedro dropped the red handkerchief, which was immediately [280]changed into a large fire. the wings of the witches were all burnt off. however, the witches tried to pursue the horse on foot, for they could run very fast. when they were almost upon him again, pedro dropped the white handkerchief, which became a wide sea through which the witches could not pass. pedro was now safe, and he thanked the horse for its great help.
