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- 72 - Wednesday, March 26, 1913. "[[strikethrough]]T[/strikethrough]]^[[L]]aboean Bini". There were a few moments of west or northwest wind this morning which we used to get to the eastward about a mile. While the others sailed, Tambie and I went in the canoe along the edge of the mangroves but did not get much. I shot two wattled starling, the first I have collected, although I have often heard them calling and whistling and seen them caged by natives, principally the Dyaks; I have seen comparatively few in the jungle. These tall trees with the beavy roots that grow in the water, seem to be the favorite haunts of woodpeckers, fish hawks, kingfishers, and starling. These trees are called "perapat"; many times bands of proboscis monkeys are found among them. Late in the afternoon I went hunting along the mangroves and tried to get through to the jungle beyond, but it is almost impossible. Thursday, March 27, 1913. "Sandaren Baagoe". Often times there seems to be a few minutes of land breeze just at dawn of which we can make use. This morning while the prahn was being sailed and afterwards poled along, I, in the canoe, got a good specimen of "Bekanton" or proboscis monkey. This sort of collecting disgusts me; I continually hunt for an opening through the mangroves to the jungle beyond but there always seems to be a wide strip of the mangroves. I have tried getting under the roots at low tide but the mud up to my knees, sticky & heavy, prevents anything in the way of going a distance. We anchored just off the mouth of Sandaren Baagoe. It was high tide and although there was a roll from the heavy east winds,