People in the past, especially foreigners, wrote about their moments and experiences at Dalupaon.


North of Pasacao, two hours by baroto, lies the barrio of Dalupaon, a Tagalog settlement of timber cutters and boat-builders, employees of a Manila lumber company. Thither I went to establish a school at the request of the company’s manager, who volunteered to pay the teacher’s salary from his personal funds, in view of the poverty of the municipality. I took with me the young man who was to teach, together with some supplies; and the following morning the school opened in the little chapel which the generosity of the company had provided for the people. Within a week there were forty children in attendance, learning to use English conversational phrases, to read the first lessons of the chart, to count and to sing, and associating these esteemed privileges with the handsome American flag which floated above them. The hospitality dispensed by the gentleman who managed the company’s affairs was something long to be remembered, as also were the pleasant and picturesque surroundings of the settlement. Squared logs of the beautiful hard woods from the neighboring forests were lying in the water ready to be loaded on the bark soon to arrive to transport them to Manila; so heavy were they that they sank in the water like steel girders, and would have to be buoyed up as they were towed out to the ship. (p. 206-207, Chapter XV: The West Coast)