The Legend Of Hari Sa Bukid

In ancient times, there lived the high mountains of
Southern Luzon, a happy people who was ruled by a very
good datu known as "Hari sa Bukid". He taught his people
to cultivate tobacco all over his domain. His wide plantations
beautified the land and greatly prospered over the years
which went to benifit his people.

One day, he gathered his people and announced
that he was going to visit his friends who were datus like
himself. He told his people that he would be gone for a
a while and encouraged them to continue planting tobacco
along the slopes of the mountain.

During the first ten years he was gone, his people
diligently went about their work of keeping the plantation.
Their tobacco trade expanded to neighboring lands. Many
traders trooped to the mountains to barter goods in
exchange for their fine tobacco. There came a time when
"Hari sa Bukid's" tribe became reknowned for raising
tobacco. This positive development led them to produce
more and more tobacco which they sold profitably

At the end of ten years they were all filthy rich they
each longed for the easy life that they started to abandon
the plantations.

Their production went low with not enough to meet
their commitments and eventually they lost their credibility.
Trade was cut off so that the goods they needed badly
became scarce.

Things turned even worse when a strong earthquake
shook the mountains that drove the people running down
the slopes towards the sea to seek for safety. It was then
that "Hari sa Bukid" returned and appeared before them in
a terribale rage. He scolded his people severely and went on
to punish them. He told them he would not return unless
the people changed their ways and become hardworking
again. Having said, he gathered the scanty produce of
tobacco in the fields and brought it with him to the top of
the mountain. Then with a mighty blow of his fist, he bore
a deep hole on top of the mountain and slipped downed
through it carryinig with him the tobacco down to the center
of the earth. When in a good mood he would smoke the
tobacco moderately that sends out thin smoke through the
crater. When in a rather bad mood, he would smoke heavily
and even send fire out of their mountain top. In this manner
was the volcano formed.