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the bay expands to the east and west until it is 

 about seven miles long. In the low lands bordering 

 the south side of this bay is the Dutch " bezitting," or 

 post, also named Kayeli. Here is a small, well-built 

 fort, in which are stationed a lieutenant and" doctor, 

 and a company of militia from Java or Madura. A 

 controleiir has charge of the ci\dl department, and the 

 governor had kindly given me a note to him, and he 

 and his good lady at once received me kindly, and, 

 as it j)roved, I made my home with them and the 

 doctor for a long time. The plan the governor pro- 

 posed was that we should leave for Teruate and New 

 Guinea in five days after the steamer landed me at 

 Kayeli. Those five days passed, but no steamer ap- 

 peared. Again and again I watched by the hour, 

 hoping, almost expecting, to be able to discern smoke 

 on the horizon, and soon see the Telegraph coming 

 into the harbor. Thus a week passed, then ten days, 

 and l)y this time all, like myself, had come to the 

 conviction that some unexpected and unfortunate 

 event must have happened. But what was it ? No 

 one could tell. Fifteen days of such uncertainty and 

 solicitude passed, when a large prau was seen coming 

 in from the sea. It brou2;ht me a letter from Gov- 

 ernor Aniens, stating that just as he was on the point 

 of coming to take me, as proposed, news came that a 

 great revolt had broken out in Ceram. Immediately 

 he accompanied the captain of a large man-of-\var, 

 whose duty it was to put down all insurrections. 

 When they arrived ofi^ the village, the captain, con- 

 trary to the advice of all, landed with a small force, 

 hoping to }je able to treat \vitli the rebels, but he 

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