72 CREW OF BOAT 
make a sudden outward sheer and he cannot quickly 
disengage himself from the tracking rope by slipping 
the toggle, which connects it to the tracking band on 
the shoulder, he is very likely to be dragged over the 
cliff. A sullen plunge, and in the river by which he 
has made his livelihood he finds his grave. Bodies are 
frequently seen floating about, but they are carefully 
avoided by the natives. This crew, with an assistant 
collector sent out from home, a German named Krichel- 
dorfl, and my cook-interpreter and boy, made with 
myself twenty-one hands on board—close packing for 
such a small craft—but before going very far I was 
obliged to increase the number. 
I now had the lockers and shelves in the cabin 
well stocked with boxes of a suitable size for holding 
such specimens as I hoped to obtain, and these, with 
about seventy butterfly nets for distribution among the 
local collectors I intended to engage, chemicals, medi- 
cine, botanical drying paper, papers for Lepidoptera, 
and tins for Coleoptera, took up a good deal of room, 
and the remainder was taken up by tinned provisions, 
photographic apparatus, clothing, and my guns and 
ammunition. The firearms consisted of a 12- and 
a 4-bore shot guns, a small collecting gun, and a Win- 
chester repeating rifle. Bamboo tracking ropes of 
great length and several sizes were coiled away in the 
