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to go through the motions of sweeping before he understood* 
At the nearby market, Tanah Djawah, Davis bought a sea 
eagle and a Fells mirmta pat. The cat is a dumpling, about half 
grown and perfectly tame. It weighs nothing, feels like a bunch 
of feathers in one" 1 s hand, end dances about and plays like a 
house kitten. It is spotted like a tiny leopard, and has the 
sweetest little face with black and white markings on a tawny 
ground. 
Shortly after lunch a Malay appeared with a baby tiger. 
It is only a few weeks old, just a milkling, and has to be fed 
on a bottle. It is a marvelous little cat, a perfect minia- 
ture tiger. Baby lions do not look particularly like lions. 
When they are first born they are spotted, and the shape of 
the head and face differ from a. full-grown lion. But the tiger 
cub is striped and colored like a mature mimalx, and as he 
staggers r round on his clumsy paws, and. yells through his bristly 
whiskers, he is too absurd for words. He is apparently half 
starved, and gulps his milk down greedily/. 
We had another escape tod?y, this time a pig-tailed 
macaque that we did not particularly want. It was given us as 
a present, but vanished wildly over the horizon, with our whole 
crowd in ineffectual pursuit, 
March 24 - 
To-dav was given over, for my part, to nursing the two 
little cats. Felis admits eats meat, but the tiger does not even 
notice it. Both get milk from a bottle, and they take turns in 
screaming. The tiger woke the whole camp up at three in the 
morning, was sick to his tummy, and most disturbing. 
Nothing of great interest happened, and the only new 
specimen was a hoopoe that cannot stand up. 
March 25 - 
The tiger still cries, but not so much. He gave us a 
bad night, and we finally had to put him in another room, farther 
away from us, A kingfisher died yesterday, and the hoop® died 
floday, and Bill feels discouraged. 
Early in the afternoon a man arrived bringing one dove. 
We told him we wanted bigger and better animals, so a little later 
he rode up on a. bicycle with a big siamang hanging on his shoulders. 
It had something the matter with its hind legs, so we did not buy 
it. It also had a passion for eating paper instead of biscuits, 
and we were a bit leery about buying anything that had been on 
such a diet for any length of time. 
Escapes come in threes, I suppose. Two of the opossums 
that we gave Dr. Coenraad for the Biantar zoo escaped last night. 
Rather annoying, after paying freight on them, an nursing them 
half-way round the world. 
March 26 - 
We sent Gaddi and Samsoedin, a native buyer of animals, 
