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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 
cand massaged it; then we painted it with iodine and 
