Narrated by Eutiqiano Garcia, a Pampangan, who said he heard the story from a boy from Misamis, Mindanao.  
There was once a man who had eight sons. Four of them were blind. He thought of sending the children away, simply because he could not afford to keep them in the house any longer. Accordingly one night he called his eight children together, and said, “He who does not provide for the future shall want in the present. You are big enough and are able to support yourselves. To-morrow I shall send you away to seek your fortunes.”
 
When morning came, the boys bade their father good-by. The blind sons went together in one party, and the rest in another. Now begins the pathetic story of the four blind brothers.
 
They groped along the road, each holding the hand of the other. After a day of continuous walking, the four brothers were very far away from their town. They had not tasted food during all that time. In the evening they came to a cocoanut-grove.
 
“Here are some cocoanut-trees,” said one of them. “Let us get a bunch of cocoanuts and have something to eat!”
 
So the eldest brother took off his camisa china1 and climbed up one of the trees. When he reached the top, the tree broke.
 
“Bung!” Down came the poor fellow. “One!” cried the youngest brother. “Three more!” shouted the rest.
 
“Don’t come down until you have dropped four!” they all cried at once. Who would answer them? Their brother lay dead on the ground.
 
While they were waiting for the second “Bung!” the second brother climbed up the same tree. What had happened to the first happened also to him, and so to the third in turn. As soon as the youngest brother heard the third fall, he thought of looking for his share. He crept about to find the cocoanuts. Alas! he discovered that his three brothers lay dead on the ground. He went away from the place crying very loud.
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