"The body of the brigand had been cut up and the trunk buried, but his limbs were distributed and hung up in different towns.

If ever you go from Kalamba to Santo Tomas you will still see a withered lomboy-tree where one of my uncle's legs hung rotting--nature has blasted the tree so that it no longer grows or bears fruit.

The same was done with the other limbs, but the head, as the best part of the person and the portion most easily recognizable, was hung up in front of his mother's hut!" Ibarra bowed his head.
"The boy fled like one accursed," Elias went on.

"He fled from town to town by mountain and valley.

When he thought that he had reached a place where he was not known, he hired himself out as a laborer in the house of a rich man in the province of Tayabas.