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soldier, living on a small pension (Fl.70) from the German Government. With a long sandy beard, and hair with no grey in it, only the lines of his face and the stoop to his shoulders, betray his age. He took us out to his place, a small stucco house on the outskirts of town, hidden by crotons and with a row of orchids just inside the wooden gate. Over the gate is a picture of a long necked dog (rather giraffe-like) and Malay warning "Awasandging". Beware of the dog! Inside was a plentitude of animals and one very friendly canine, chained. Forty Celebes macaques showed their excellent teeth, and put their hands through the bars of their cages, begging for attention or food. Crates of Java sparrows, lories, parrots, parrakeets of all colors-brilliant green, red, purple, orange, yellow,-even one lory that was all black, and a great pet of the old man's. He had one large cassowary, several deer, a tame brush-tailed porcupine that was great friends with the dogs, crocodiles, lizards, geckos, one big snake, and several smaller ones. Most of the stuff is being got ready for the long voyage home, as Danesch has bought it from him. Danisch has a permit for twenty monkeys, and has just wired for permission for twenty more. 

   The old man brought out various treasures to show us, one at a time. He had babirusa skulls, with the backward-curving almost touching; the skin of a huge tusks
python; two guide books to European Zoos; a picture of a Komodo dragon cut from an article by Ditmars. On the walls were pictures of Hitler, and a large Swastika. We gave him a net & zoo post card to bore the next callers with. 

  We had reistafel at the hotel-not particularly good, and then a nap. When we awakened it was raining, and we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening around the hotel. It is much like other Dutch East Indian hotels, but the food is nothing to brag out -  everything labeled with fancy French names, but a disappointment to the palate.  One curious custom is having a heavy metal plate with the number of your room placed on the table as a sort of name-card. Our table, with the three plates looks particularly reserved and no outside would dare sit at it I am sure. 

    At ten-thirty as we were about to retire, I called for a boy to bring us blankets. Nights out here are apt to be cool, and some sort of coverlet is usually desired about four in the morning. Apparently not in Macassar, for the boy looked amazed at the idea, and out of Malay speech he made, I gathered that the blankets were locked up, the man who had the key had gone to bed and we could not have blankets before tomorrow. So with a rain coat and a kimono as precautions against a cold spell, we went comfortably to sleep in our klammbo. 

April 11 - Macassar

     I spent the early morning doing some letter-writing for
Bill, who is doing his best to catch a rhinoceros by correspondence having been forbidden by the Dutch government to catch one personally.  Later on we went out to see Lie Tjiong Yong, a Chinese florist, who has a marvelous orchid garden, many beautiful tropical fish, including two Celebes species that were new to us, and a few birds.  One lory was very gorgeous, red, green yellow - Bill said he thought its mother had been frightened by an orchid.