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lory. We paused long enough to hope that these specimens might be for us, and then went on [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] to Herr Los' house. We had tea with him and his wife, and were delighted to find that he had already notified the natives that we were coming, that the little collection in his assistant's yard was for us, and that he would continue to spread news of the expedition to the outlying villages.  This is the most help we have had to date from any government official, and it was indeed heart-warming.  We had tea with this friendly Dutch couple, and looked at some very good photographs that he had made in the interior of the island. 

Proceeding on foot we arrived shortly at Pasanggrahan, and were pleased to find that here a rest house is called Roemah Sobat - the Friendly House.  It is a large, [[strikethrough]] tiled [[/strikethrough]] airy structure, with tile floors, cement walls, roof thatched with sago palm, and the ceilings and partitions made of the central vein of the sago - a sturdy rib that looks like bamboo.  A police inspector was the only other guest here, and we moved into comfortable rooms, each one furnished with a bed (made, like so many out here, with slats or boards instead of springs), a klambo, a washstand, and a table and two chairs.

We had dinner of nasi goreng, and went early to bed.

April 24 - Ceram

Early in the morning we went for a walk along the beach to the next village, Eti, about five kilometers away.  We were not walking on the beach, but taking a path that paralleled it all the way.  We crossed dozens of little streams, that are brackish when the tide comes in, and fresh water between tides.  We could plainly see Hemiramphis, Periofthalmus, Tetradon, Scatophagus, and other fish in the clear water.  The path led through a dense thicket of sago palms and second growth, with an occasional forest tree towering above the others.  One great tall one spread its branches all on one high level, looking like an enormous umbrella.

Eti proved to be ^[[a]] nice little native village, with tidy small houses made of sago palm.  The Rajah's house was plastered, with a wide verandah, where we stopped to pay our respects to him and to his wife.  After smoking a cigareete with the bespactacled old gentleman, we went on a tour of the village, and found one black-capped lory, which we bought, popped into a palm leaf basket, and brought home with us.

We were scarcely inside the Roemah Sobat when a troop of small boys began bringing in one animal after another.  Purple lories, red lories, a tame green lory with a brown head, a white cockatoo, two small boas, one burrowing snake, turtles, white fruit pigeons (very young: have to be fed by hand), a big cuscus, a medium sized cuscus (also tame) - a most heartening collection for our first day.  B. would start out to make the rounds of the village.  Every time he found that a native had a pet he would have him bring it to us, and all the s^[[m]]all boys in the village would follow them in.  All they needed was a brass band for the triumphal procession.

The cages that we brought with us from Ambon are already full.  The turtles are turned loose upon the floor of an empty room.  Pigeons are sitting on top of cages.  The cockatoo and the green