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was not safe. It is surprising how tired one gets of trying to quench a tropical thirst with bubbling bottled water. Our halozone tablets were again brought in play, but we missed the good water we have in camp.

June 19- We had stopped in Kwala Simpany to see W. T. Ruppert, an old German animal hunter. Inquiry showed that he lived some fifteen kilometers out of town, on the ^ [[insertion]] Serba Estate adjoining [[/insertion]] Aloer Djambae Estate [[strikethrough]] (or Seeba?). Ther [[/strikethrough]] We drove out, [[insertion]] crossing a river by one of those ingenious cable ferries [[/insertion]] & were met by Mr [[insertion]] C. H. [[/insertion]] Mijts, who showed us the way through the rubber plantation, to Ruppert's house. It was a frame building, high on a hill, & as we mounted the steps, innumerable dogs began to howl at us. To our disappointment, Mr. R. was not there, but we were greeted by his wife, a little old native woman. Behind the house were three nangs, one female, two of the big males with cheek cavities. Everyone here insists that these orangs are a different species, & they have an entirely different name, Mawas Guda. Both had been recently captured, one a month ago, the other two weeks ago. They are wicked looking creatures. Their eyes are set too close together, considering the width of their face, and in spite of the general slowness of their movements one of those great long arms can shoot out at you with terrifying speed. On the verandah of the house was a baby orang in a box. Also a box of tupac tanah, the long-nosed ground squirrel, a species we want and so far do not have. A nearby enclosure had a beautiful blue pheasant (species unknown to us). In the house were trophies of Ruppert's years of hunting, including the heads of three solid-casque hornbills.