372 Timehri. 
Our guide deserves a special article all toj himself—he is an 
encyclopedia of river and forest lore but a little of which we have man- 
aged to preserve in these pages. We pass on our right banks of Kaolin 
showing white and on closer inspection dotted with purplish spots, 
exposed by the fall at this place of the green mantle of verdure. 
Visit Caleuni, the “‘ Buck ” village situated at the junction of the Wikki 
with the Berbice river. 
As usual on the approach of strangers, the village is deserted; but 
our saunter through is rewarded by the discovery of some ancient Dutch 
stone vessels of a rather graceful shape, and by an interview, on our 
return, with the oldest inhabitant, Captain Caple, an Indian of 69 
summers, who speaks of himself as the sole survivor of his generation. 
Would seem that the Buck is not a long-lived race. Then we paddle 
over to the Ituni across the river, and enter by way of its Itabo 
(a short cut or supplementary mouth) returning by way of the main 
stream after cutting through the trunk of tree—an Ituri Wallaba—for- 
tunately a small one—that had fallen across the creek. Then to head- 
quarters early, as we propose to strike camp to-morrow. 
Thursday, 8.40. Homeward bound. Sounded the Berbice at 
Kumaka 150 miles from its mouth, 38 feet deep. Weather fine but not 
hot. 
9am. “Ida Sabina ” (dispensary’. 
Tide slack (with tide our launch does 12 iniles an hour). 
9.15. First and only “ Coolie” seen above Mara, but there are 
many Coolie ‘ homesteads "—five acre grants—for at least 20 miles 
above that point. 
9.25. ** Forresters Home.” (Rumshop). 
9.45. Maria Henrietta.—School and Court House—Chureh (Luthe- 
ran) very picturesque with tracery window and tower or belfry. 
10.50. Veruni (Wieronie—Place of the dove) Creek. 
Here we tind examples of a prevalent custom—roots erected on four 
posts over graves, for the quiet repose of the dead. 
We pass Hollandia at 2.25 p.m., and arrive at Schepmoed and the 
end of our holiday, tired and sleepy, at 
MIDNIGHT. 
