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Tuesday, March 11, 1913.

We had not slept more than an hour when the wind swung around to the west and we again started northward along the coast and when daylight came could see the islands of the of the Bo[[strikethrough]]u[[/strikethrough]]^[[n]]tang group.  All last night and now the Chinese boy (Ah Sing) that I got at Samarinda is very sea-sick and can do nothing but lay in the bottom of the boat.  Except Boega who was sailing, all hands slept from about 7 to 11 A.M.  Near Pulo Barat Basa a very large turtle came up within ten feet of us but Kendund was slow in getting the serapang (fish spear).  About 11:30 we dropped anchor at Salin-tuka[[strikethrough]]n[[/strikethrough]]^[[u]], the Baja[[strikethrough]]n[[/strikethrough]]^[[u]] kampong of two houses set out in the water, where I left my canoe on the way to Samarinda.  The tide was falling when we came in and we were just in time to see the Baja[[strikethrough]]n[[/strikethrough]]^[[u]]s at work catching fish.  They had a "garing" siene across the mouth of a little bay at the edge of the reef, the bay being formed by the falling tide and at low tide would be dry.  There were canoes and sampans lined up near the net and about twenty Baja[[strikethrough]]n[[/strikethrough]]^[[u]]s including boys not over twelve years of age.  They all had fish spears, some of them had two, and they were running here & there, spearing fish on all sides, the water about up to their knees.  It's a wonder they don't often spear each other for several times I saw them after the same fish, one in front and one behind or else one on either side of it.

When they had finished, we got some fish from them, and it seems to me the first meal the men here have enjoyed since they last had fresh fish two weeks ago, for up the river they could get no good fish.  The remainder of the day I spent getting things stowed away in good shape.  Go to bed about 9:00 P.M.; clear.