knock at the door, and there stood the poor dobi, who had been 
ordered to bring bsck all the clothes we had given him the day 
before, and had done so* They were piled in a huge basket, and 
simply wringing wet - not even washed yet, just soaked. I 
didn f t know what to do, and then Bill came in, still in an 
angry mood, and unable to make up his mind whether to catch the 
afternoon boat or not. Finally he decided that it was silly to 
go dashing off to Bat a via, and that the matter could be settled 
by letter and cable, and, we had lunch and cooled off. 
We rre anxious to meet Dr. Coenraad, who has been collect- 
ing Sumatran animals for years, and we eventually decide to pack 
a bag and go to Siantar, his home, in the morning. 
March 4 - 
The hotel arranged for a motor car to take us this 
morning to Siantar, with a stop in Dolok Merangir to see some of 
the Goodyear Rubber Company officials. We started merrily off 
about ten-thirty, with one suitcase in the car, and three cameras. 
Layang Gaddi, our Dyak boy, who joined us yesterday, was to go 
by train, and take the typewriter, and our other suitcase. 
We had driven all of 16 kilometers, when the ancient 
Chevrolet in which we were riding, puttered, coughed and came to 
a full stop. The seis got out snd looked at the engine, got in 
and stepped on the defunct starter, at least a dozen times. Bill 
and Williams decided to go for a walk down the road, which was 
exceedingly hot, one to look for insects, the other for pictures. 
Not to waste any time myself I got out my account book and started 
to work on that 1 . I kept hearing occasional crashes in the nearby 
tree tops, and after thinking two or three times, "That must be 
an awfully big squirrel/' I stuck my head out the automobile and 
saw a whole troop of Entellus monkeys come swarming down out of 
a big tree, scamper by twos and threes across the road, and swing 
madly into trees on the other side. They were so close that I 
could get a good view of the±rme, and they were handsome, with 
black crests on their heads, long black tails, dark grey backs, 
and some of them with chestnut color underneath. There were 
mothers in the troop, with tiny pink babies hanging onto their 
breasts. Eventually the hedge right beside the car was crackling 
with monkeys. I was wild to think that both the photographers 
were out of sight, and tried desperately to get Bill f s Graf lex 
open, even though I didn T t know how to use it, thinking that 
perhaps by some fluke I could get a picture. Bill came back 
just in time to see the last of the monkeys, but not in time to 
get a picture. It was a sight that made sitting by the road in 
the noon-day sun a delightful experience. 
We waited two hours for the seis to tinker with the car. 
Then he gave it up as hopeless, and hired another car in the 
nearby village for us. By the time we got to Tebing Tinggi it 
was two o f clock, and we stopped there for lunch, finding a neat 
little Dutch hotel that served us good food, including bami, a 
Chinese dish that consists largely of bean sprouts, with a little 
meat and some noodles. A few miles further on we came to Dolok 
Merangir, the Goodyear plantation, and although we could not see 
either Mr. Ingle or Mr/£choaff, the two men we had letters to, 
we had a visit with Mr. Mar eh, and then drove on. 
A terrific rainstorm caught us, and it poured all the 
way to Siantar. I was the only one who had brought a raincoat, but 
