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tion of chief bird shooter and a wonderful eye he had, 
for he rarely missed and I do not think he had ever 
touched a gun before. To see him shoot fish under 
water with a bow and arrow allowing for refraction, 
of course, was a fine sight. He got home and he prom- 
ised me his ancestors’ skulls as tokens of great respect 
and regard. But the town council said that those 
skulls were too valuable assets for household and 
temple decoration and so refused to let him give them 
away. I leit him a large jar of alcohol and when I 
returned to Djamma after going to Humboldt’s bay 
he had it well filled with reptiles, ete. As a crowning 
glory and before his whole tribe he received a pound 
of tobacco, one knife (value four cents), two yards 
of red cloth, one ounce of thick brass wire (for a new 
nose pin), and last but not least a sword cane and an 
old bayonet bought for one guilder. These were pre- 
sented on a coral strand in the presence of his tribe, 
the latter dressed in their shiny black skins — little 
more. The hero of the day was dressed in a east-off 
suit which had belonged (long, very long ago) to the 
Sultan of Ternate, the heretofore mentioned articles, 
white gauze gloves and bare feet. On our return 
voyage I missed having my cigars carefully snatched 
out of my mouth and on looking up to see John (we 
could not pronounce his name) bounding off in great 
glee. He was allowed very many liberties, as were his 
countrymen, which was decidedly wise, when you 
know their somewhat uncertain tempers and rather 
remarkable joy in using knives, spears and juby-juby 
(bows and arrows). 
* BS Bro co S * 
One more pleasure and privilege remains to be 
