INTO THE BLUE 7 



streams of the jungle. Finally we reached a miser- 

 able little hut in a clearing in the jungle kept by a 

 Eurasian and a Malay woman who looked even more 

 dilapidated than their shanty. There on a chain, 

 thin and spindling and half -starved, was Kalowatt, 

 the cunningest little ball of fluff you ever saw in the 

 world. Instantly my heart went out to her and so 

 did Osa's. We bargained for her, at last agreeing 

 on a stiff price, six dollars Malay or three United 

 States. At parting, the poor woman whose ribs 

 showed on her torso like bars and whose back ran in 

 raw welts, wept bitterly; that much must be said for 

 her. We hated to take Kalowatt away, but in the 

 end she would only have starved. As it was, with 

 proper care she soon filled out and was forever up to 

 the most cunning tricks. She would eat at our 

 table, using a tiny fork; would swing from tree to tree 

 when we were on safari ; or ride with us in our car or 

 on one of the donkeys' or camels' backs. Whenever 

 we stopped, she raced up the nearest tree with the 

 most graceful agile movements, and hurried back 

 again when she heard the motor's starting chug. 

 And now, on our present trip to England, she found 

 the steamer a fascinating new playground and kept us 

 amused the whole way over. 



We were met at Southampton by the manager 

 of the Lens Company looking after our twenty-one 

 cameras. I use American cameras entirely, both 



