that he was out in the Jungle. He had a big tiger caged in his back 
yard. 
We picnicked beside the road, and stopped to collect in 
several little ravines. In one of them, where a small stream came 
out to the road, Bill and Tommie found the largest horned flies 
either of them had ever seen. 
About four o'clock we descended the last mountain ridge, and 
saw the blue of Lake Tawar, hemmed in by forested hills. The little 
Pasanggrahan was unusually clean and neat, and although not on the 
shore of the Leke was near enough to have a view of it . 
We wandered down to the market, and were interested in the 
different types of textiles shown here. In addition to the usual 
bptik, we saw some lovely woven head cloths of fibre and silver 
thread. We bought several of these metallic pieces. One hideous 
type of work that is apparently very popular is a jacket or 
blouse made of stiff black calico, very shiny, and covered with 
embroidery in bright colors done on a sewing machine. We saw one 
shop where the machine was simply humming, turning out the 
modern version of what once must have been an interesting art. 
In a country where so much weaving is done by hand, these 
machine-stitched embroideries are most unattractive. 
Behind the market flows the river that leads to the Lake. 
A row of thatched boat houses were built over the water, stretching 
from one shore to the opposite bank. These are shelters for the 
fishing boats. The river was humming with industry. Women were 
fexitein washing themselves, their vegetables, their children, and 
their clothes. Men and caribous went swimming ehummily together. 
Canoes went up and down the stream, which incidentally was 
bordered with W. C. *s. Across the river was a cluster of thatched 
roofs tiac*xiirai^iixilraniBK*±*H - a good-sized native kampong. 
We had one of the most delicious reistafels at the Pasanggrahan 
that any of us had ever eaten, and found a young Dutchman, Mr. 
DeJong/who is also staying here, very good company. He is spending 
his holidays up here hunting, and is much interested in the animals 
of the country. 
June 22 - 
We took a picnic lunch with us, and spent the day following a 
new road that crosses the high mountains to the south of Takengon. 
Only 47 kilometers are finished, but eventually the road will 
be 200 kms. and join the road that starts north from Kaban Jahe. 
It is a well-built road, but a terrific climb - steadily up and 
up for 20 kms. We had to do it all in second gear, with the 
result that the radiator of the car wes soon boiling. We stopped 
to let it cool off, and heard gibbons hooting in the nearby woods. 
We looked up into the trees, and were delighted to find that we 
were right under a big troop of the cream-colored, white handed 
gibbons. It was the first good look we had had at gibbons in the 
wild, and it was a great thrill to see them running erect along 
the branches of trees, making their incredible leaps from one 
tree to another. They were so close we could see their features, 
and they were almost as interested in us as we were in them, crouching 
and peering at us with obvious curiosity. 
