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August 10 -

Bill and I went ashore with [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] our old horse-trainer friend, Connie O'Neal, and he took us to various markets and tinsmiths where we got the food and feeding pans that we wanted for our animals. A crate of [[strikethrough]] man [[/strikethrough]] rambutans, a couple of pecks of greens, a sack of flour, a big bag of carrots, and a tin of dried worms were among the day's supplies. Gibbons are wild about rambutans, and even those that are extremely fussy about their food and seem to have no appetite at all, will cram as many of these fruits into their mouths as possible. I cannot see how there can be much nourishment in them, but it is pleasant to see an animal enjoy his food. The fat, silly orang we got from Basapa has also an encouraging appetite, and sits, Buddha-like, all day, placidly stuffing himself with any [[strikethrough]] old [[/strikethrough]] fruit or vegetable at all. 

The little Siamese wild cat escaped, and was located under a lizard cage. Jennier caught it again in a burlap bag. 

We took Harry up on the boat deck and chained him to a post but he did not like it [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] at all. Poor old Harry has been so used to being the boss of the camp, and [[strikethrough]] fr [[/strikethrough]] has played outdoors all his life, that he complains bitterly about being in a cage, yet is frightened by all the strange noses and smells of the ship when we take him out. 

Stengah still has a cold, and is so droopy at different times of the day that we think we are going to lose her, but then she peps up and seems quite bright again. All she wants is a nurse who has nothing to do but hold her all day long - then she is quite happy.

We were a little late in sailing from Penang, because the captain was doing a little side work, trying to see whether or not he could get a job as pilot in Penang, if he gave up the sea-captain business. I have never known as casual a soul as he is. 

August 11 -

We were up early, and had the gibbons, orang, squirrels, wild cat, and some of the birds fed before breakfast. We spent all morning passing the northern coast of Sumatra, which is wild and mountainous and beautiful. Clouds drifted across the blue mountain sides, and veiled some of the peaks, as we said our farewells to Sumatra. After all, in spite of a lot of disappointments and hard work, we did have a good time there, and it is a gorgeous country.

A stiff breeze is blowing, and the Captain thinks we may be getting into the southwest monsoon already, and that will make things a little difficult aboard. We want all our cages safely guyed and anchored before we get any heavy seas.