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back to the village. Messengers went on ahead to 

 tell the people of the kampong of our success. I 

 headed the procession ; then came the orang-outangs 

 with natives dancing around them and beating tom- 

 toms ; then the dead man. It was necessary to stop 

 often to change the crews that were carrying the 

 litters and animals they weighed over five hun- 

 dred pounds and the entire population of Omar's 

 kampong came out to meet us in the jungle before 

 we had covered half the distance. My coolie boy, 

 who had remained at the village, was ahead of them 

 all. He was one of the fastest rickshaw men I have 

 ever seen, and his old training came in handy that 

 day. He wanted to carry me in his arms back to 

 the village, but I told him to run back and put some 

 water on to boil for me. 



I left Omar and Munshee in charge of the orangs 

 and had my men hurry ahead with me, for my leg 

 was paining me intensely and I could feel the fever 

 coming on. I had many things to do before I could 

 afford to be sick, and I did not want to lose any 

 time. For one thing, I realized that it would be 

 impossible to get the animals into separate cages 

 and that it would be necessary to build a larger 

 cage before we could take them from the nets. It 

 would be too dangerous to leave them in the nets 

 overnight, for they might chew their way out. 



At the village I found that my boy had laid out 

 my medicine kit. I soaked my leg in hot water 

 and massaged it ; then we painted it with iodine and 



