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cheery soul, beamed at us in a bewildered way. Undoubtedly there 
were animals in his jungle, but catching them alive was a new ides 
for him. 
While the men talked, and exchanged cigarettes and drinks, 
Mrs. Coenraad got out a little alcohol stove and we warmed up two 
cans of army rations and made some tea, squatting on the floor to 
do our cooking, and shooing various domestic animals away from the 
food, which was neatly stacked on the age-blackened floor. Lunch 
over, we made a boudoir for ourselves by stretching a cord ^ from 
one corner to another and hanging a couple of sheets over it. As 
the silhouette of the lady who was undressing behind the sheet 
was only too clear, we made our wall less transparent by draping 
the flags of Holland, America and the National Geographic Society 
over the cord, and had a most patriotic corner of the house. 
Bill did some more entomology in the afternoon, and the 
small boys, anxious to be helpful, and to get a copper coin, start- 
ed bringing in insects to him. It was a little difficult to know 
just how to reward their efforts, as they would come in with one 
grasshopper, or part of an ant nest, at a time, and the number of 
small coins that were being disbursed, in order to keep up their 
interest, was rap inly building up into quite a lot of money. 
Mrs. Coenraad and I decided to bathe, and the Crown Prince 
accompanied us to the river. He ordered the natives out of the 
bathing pool, end we stepped, gingerly in among the stones. The 
water was delightful, cool, clear spring water running over mossy 
stones, and we felt much refreshed. The Crown Prince stood back 
out of sight himself, but keeping everyone else from interrupting 
our ablutions. 
In the evening the Rajah staged a dance for us. He himself 
plays the flute, and he played us a tune on a little bamboo 
instrument before the celebration started. Out in front of his 
house a pole had been stuck in the ground, and from this hung a 
gasoline lamp - a new one, evidently acquired in our honor. It 
lighted up the whole square in front of the house. On one side 
the orchestra sat on the ground, eight men, two pxaying small 
gongs, two playing large gongs, two drums, and two flutes. The 
show was late in starting, but presently out of the dark figures 
began to gather, and when the Rajah descended from his house and 
sat on the bench that had just been put up for the occasion, two 
men appeared and did a most skillful dance, with vivid panto- 
mime of fighting, and graceful gestures. Then a group of little 
girls, students of the dance, performed. They were not more than 
five or six years old, absolutely solemn, with downcast eyes and 
long black hair falling over their faces, and their little hands 
and feet moved in slow and careful rhythym. They were followed 
by a group of older girls, young women, some of them quite pretty, 
who did the s*me dance the children had done, but with more 
assurance. The dance is a religious one, and seemed to express 
modesty as well as reverence. 
This is a remote and primitive kampong . I think we were 
the first European women who had ever been there. It did indeed 
seem far out of the world, with the monotonous thumping of the 
drums, and minor piping of the flutes, the strange, dark faces 
gathered all about us. XfeExxia&is&KE Every now and then a new- 
comer would arrive,, earning a blazing torch of palm leaves that 
