At the same moment, a delightful cold breeze swept down from the heights above us.
Just at sunset we experienced a second surprise, coming out on the knife-sharp crest of a ridge, and seeing spread before us the Trinidad Valley, which is shaped like a huge wash-basin.

Its floor was vividly green with growing rice, Igorot houses were dotted here and there over its surface, and the whole peaceful, beautiful scene was illuminated by the rays of the setting sun.

The air had been washed clean by the heavy rain which had poured down on us throughout the afternoon, and the sight was one never to be forgotten.
Just at dusk we reached the little settlement of Trinidad, which had been the capital of the Spanish _comandancia_ of Benguet, finding that its inhabitants were in part Ilocanos and in part Igorots.
Here we were hospitably entertained by the officers of the military post.

It was so cold that one's breath showed.

Major Maus improved the opportunity to indulge in a severe chill.