series of ten-cent postcards, except that this is real." 
A well-traveled highway goes past our door, end the Passion 
of natives is never lacking in interest. Small children, s ^times 
naked, sometimes half-dressed, sometimes wearing a n fjelesslength 
of checked gingham slung over one shoulder. ^ old man from the 
mountains, with curly hair and a curly heard, goes by J^ring 
nothing but a bark loincloth, showing tattoo marks on his withered 
chest. A woman carrying the indispensable petrol tins on a 
Dole, has a large green leaf under her chin for no apparent reason. 
Go-ts dogs cattle that are a peculiar mixture of banteng and 
zebu ' loin the human procession. All the produce of the country- 
s brought in on human shoulders and offered to the mrrket 
bunche ofblnanas and plantains, ears of dried -j- f conu ,,nce, 
taro tapioca root, and always and always sago - bundles of the 
leaves for thatch, 'bundles of poles for a thousand uses, palm-leaf 
baskets of the flour for bread. 
To-day is roast pork day in camp. Once a week a pig ^ 
«n fliiehtPred in Piroe, provided that the owner can get enough orders 
loflhe'meat'ro^Lat Say. Beef is unknown We get chicker . and 
rice xwxbb a day in one form or another: nasi goreng for breaKiasx, 
reistlllPf or lunch and dinner, curried chicken, plain stewed 
chicken and rice(which the Mandoer calls ragout and Bill calls 
?*\,~r? chicken soud and other variations for whxcn there is no 
i?ml! }, wf suppLmen^the Mandoer « 8 cuisine with prions tinned 
SSiiacies -Chutney, pickles and jam; split pea so g^^ed be, ns, 
sausage - and do very well, until the evening when Bill decide, zo 
have a maleo. It was tough beyond description. 
Every afternoon the rain begins - sometimes s steady downpour 
for hours, sometimes an occasional shower, lift ; n g J*"® 
a gorgeous sunset d>ver the mountains that rise from both sides 
of the Bay. Rainclouds march past the mountains then in an array 
of color s^ and the sky turns even the water pink with reflections. 
Children in the back yard make a gamelang of three empty 
tin cans, and solemnly plunk out an imitation of native music. 
A man tries to sell us a basket of fresh prawns for 
breakfast, and another brings in a pyschid caterpillar in a 
six-inch case of grass. Case and all walks along the road, look 
ing like nothing on earth. 
We try the maleos on chopped pig-'s liver and heart, but 
they still do not eat. 
April SO - 
Princess Jjiliana ' s birthday. 
About eight o'clock the Re J eh of Lajoewen arrives; he 
blinks near sightedly, but is very spruce in an ^^ff^^l* 
suit and sun helmet. Thirteen of his people have com* do ^ from 
the village to dance the Chakalele for us,- the n< tion. 1 d.nce 
of Cera^. 
Three women and six men were dancers, four men made up 
the orchestra. The men were bare * Q V™*™ 15 * > sn t* IZ^LT 
waist was wrapped a bark-cloth, painted loincloth, which hung 
