SEA TRAGEDY OF THE JUNGLE FOLK 145° 
great celebration they were preparing, and deputa- 
tions arrived at the house to ask if they could do 
anything for me. Ina hundred different ways they 
showed their concern for me and their kindness, 
and I know that they would have dispensed gladly 
with their merrymaking if I had intimated that the 
noise might keep me awake. Sleep was, of course, 
out of the question, but not because of the noise; 
my leg was puffed and swollen, and the fever was 
growing worse. Outside, I could hear the people 
celebrating. The ceremonies began with the funeral 
of the man that had been killed and they lasted until 
daybreak. 
In the morning I sent for Munshee and told him 
that it would be necessary for me to go down the 
river to Sintang, where Dr. Van Erman lived. He 
selected four of his fastest boatmen and sent them 
off to the doctor with the message that I was com- 
ing. Their orders were that they might stop at 
Nanaoh-Pinoh to eat, but that they were not to rest 
until the message was delivered. Just as soon as 
they were out of the way, Munshee turned to pre- 
paring a boat for me; an awning made of palm- 
leaves was put over the center and a bed arranged. 
I left Omar in charge of the orang-outangs, with 
‘Ali to assist him. Ali objected to being left behind, 
but I explained to him that he could be of greatest 
service to me by staying. He was to see that the 
orang-outangs were fed and watered and to have 
the natives trap other animals for me. I instructed 
