IN THE EAST INDIES. 97 
The stag at eve had drunk his fill, 
When danced the moon on Monans rill. 
In Irrawaddy’s deepest shade 
Base Barbour’s barberous schemes were laid, 
The stainless Tuctoo’s life he took. 
At his approach the beetle shook 
With apprehension and we mourn 
The amphibious python all forlorn. 
To show our love for him we all respected 
This monument by us has been erected. 
There was on board Dr. Fletcher, of ‘‘fletcheriz- 
ing’’ fame. He had a small piece of rubber for his 
present and this is what he had to stand up and 
read. He was not over-pleased, but that did no 
harm. 
Hail, ye nations, let us sing : 
Mastication is the thing. 
Forty-five or fifty-four, 
Does it matter less or more ? 
Here we offer for your use 
Enemies of digestive juice. 
Should you conquer, sure we are 
It will end digestive war. 
When we arrived here this morning we were 
greeted by your nice telegram, for which we are very 
much obliged. Next week Thursday or Friday we sail 
for Singapore and from thence to Java, where we stay 
until the 7th of February and then sail for New 
Guinea. 
The reason you had a kind of gap in receiving 
letters from us, before you receive this letter, was be- 
cause on our trip to Bhamo and back there was 
