Magbangal was a good hunter, and he often went to a certain hill where he killed wild pigs for food. One night as it was nearing the planting season, he sat in his house thinking, and after a long time he called to his wife. She came to him, and he said:  
“Tomorrow I shall go to the hill and clear the land for our planting, but I wish you to stay here.”
 
“Oh, let me go with you,” begged his wife, “for you have no other companion.” [128]
 
“No,” said Magbangal, “I wish to go alone, and you must stay at home.”
 
So finally his wife agreed, and in the morning she arose early to prepare food for him. When the rice was cooked and the fish ready she called him to come and eat, but he said:
 
“No, I do not want to eat now, but I will return this afternoon and you must have it ready for me.”
 
Then he gathered up his ten hatchets and bolos,6 a sharpening stone, and a bamboo tube for water, and started for the hill. Upon reaching his land he cut some small trees to make a bench. When it was finished, he sat down on it and said to the bolos, “You bolos must sharpen yourselves on the stone.” And the bolos went to the stone and were sharpened. Then to the hatchets he said, “You hatchets must be sharpened,” and they also sharpened themselves.
 
When all were ready, he said: “Now you bolos cut all the small brush under the trees, and you hatchets must cut the large trees.” So the bolos and the hatchets went to work, and from his place on the bench Magbangal could see the la............