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on the return voyage. 
We sailed at six in the evening. Williams complained of a 
cold, and having had reistafel at noon, decided against dinner at 
night. We were none of us very hungry, and supped delicatelj^ on 
consomme and a spot of salad. 
April 5 - Samarang \ • ^^t:X : /r--- . W>- ■ M^^^BB^'- 1 '- -'^ fi 
Awoke in the morning to see the coast of Java slipping by. 
It looked satis fyingly like the picture books, with cloud-wreathed 
mount a in £ along the sea, and occasional volcanoes to be seen. 
We went ashore in a launch about ten. Saw for the first time 
an outrigger sailing boat, and praus from Madura, with gaily colored 
masts, painted pink and blue, and carved and painted bows. As we 
drove along the road to the town, we saw zebu carts, built like the 
Sumatran ones, but painted in bright colors. 
Our first stop was at the bird market, where Bill wanted to 
get a racket-tailed drongo, but decided that shipping it out to the 
Islands and back would be taking too much risk. Dr. Coenraad bought 
six jungle fowl, the wild ancestor of our domestic chicken, rather 
a gaudy bird with heavy brilliant wattles. 
We looked up a M. Jansen, who had written us that he was a 
friend of Stanley 7 Dawson f s; from his name we had assumed he was a 
Swede, but ne was largely Malay with a dash of Chinese. He promised 
to keep an eye on the bird market for us until our return. 
ti&xtkm-E®i®±Y&my&¥Y±±±®mjywhwYT: "We had heard there was a 
small Zoo in Samarang, but It turned out to be very small indeed, 
a private collection belonging to a rich Chinese sugar planter. He 
has a most remarkable garden, curiously landscaped with mounds of 
tufa rock, coral steps and paths, whitewashed urns filled with 
flowering snrubs, statues, fountains, a long screened pergola filled 
with orchids (one lovely white one had a purple center;, and a paddock 
with one deer, a hornbii.1 and a peacock. Java sparrow were wild in the 
garden. 
At the Hotel de Pavilion, where we stopped for a drink, we 
met the Sheriffs from the ship, and went with them to a Chinese 
restaurant for lunch. The food was simply delicious - asparagus 
soup with crab eggs, tiny fried shrimps in batter, chicken cooked with 
leeks, nasi goreng, and tea. The tea was s rved in pretty little 
cups, each one containing its individual tea-strainer, and Mr. 
Sheriff insisted on buying me six of them. I hope I can get them 
Back to the ship, and sailed at foxir o'clock. Williams has a 
very bad cold, and has spent the day in bed. 
In the evening we sat talking with the purser, Mr. Mulder, who 
is a friend of the captain of the Kampar. The Kampar has been 
chartered by a gold-prospecting expedition to New Guinea , and Mulder 
thought the captain might pick us up a collection of birds and animals 
while he was there. The evening was spent trying to get in touch 
with the Kampar by wireless, but we finally learned that the short- 
wave set on the Kampar is intended merely to keep the ship in touch 
with the expedition camp in the interior, and as they have not yet 
landed, the wireless man was not at his post. Still we were trying 
to relay a message to him, by various ships, most Of the night. 
