
01/08/2025
The Legend of Guboy: How the Ifugaos Learned to Till the Land
(Recalling the legend written by William Henry Scott)
In the olden days, before hardship touched the mountains of Ifugao, life was effortless and food was never scarce. The people lived in ease and abundance, for their land was blessed with a miraculous crop called guboy, a wondrous plant that grew on vines crawling freely around villages.
Unlike the rice we know today, guboy was as big as a pumpkin, heavy, yet soft and starchy when cooked. It was the people's staple food - no planting, no harvesting, no pounding needed. They simply picked it, and placed it in pots to boil. And so, the people became content... and then, lazy.
Seeing this from above, Mahnongan, the spirit of the Skyworld, grew displeased. The people no longer gave thanks, no longer worked, no longer offered sweat to the soil. So Mahnongan sent a pestilence - hordes of wriggling worms and locusts that devoured every last guboy vine on the land.
The people wailed and begged for mercy. They cried out to Mahnongan, to restore their bounty. But Mahnongan answered from the heavens:
"This is your punishment for laziness. If you want your guboy back, you must learn to work for it."
Moved by their desperation, Mahnongan descended and handed them tiny seeds - nothing like the guboy they once knew.
He told them: "Clear the forest. Shape the land. Plant these. This is your new food, if you still desire life."
So the people picked up tools they never used before. They cut through forest, tilled rocky ground, and built paddies where none existed. They planted the strange little seeds with hope and labor. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. At last, green stalks rose from the earth.
But when they bore fruit, disappointment struck again. The grains were tiny, nowhere near the size of the beloved guboy. They have to pound it to get the rice inside.
The people cried again to Mahnongan:
"Why are these not the same? Why give us a poor replacement?"
And Mahnongan replied:
"Because abundance without effort breeds laziness. These grains are small, but they will multiply - if you nurture them. From now on, you must plant every year, tend every crop, and protect your forests, for they give the water that feeds your rice."
Humbled, the people obeyed. They began to carve the mountains, shaping them into what would become the famous rice terraces of Ifugao - layer upon layer of land born from sweat, persistence, and reverence. They crafted tools and made luhung to easily pound the rice. Both men and women worked.
Looking down from the Skyworld, Mahnongan smiled. The people had learned the value of labor, the virtue of gratitude, and the delicate balance between land and life.
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This is how I remember the article I read maybe two decades ago. It was written by William Henry Scott, who retold the story as he heard it from an elder in Ifugao. I found it in a book that compiled his articles originally published in Midland Courier. I've searched the internet for other sources on the legend of Guboy, but found none. I wonder if there are still elders today who can recall this legend.