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with the ship's chandler, ordering ten more crates of bananas, to 
get us to Port Said. Then he came tipstaris, and when I found him 
he wfs stretched out on the bed, sa: ing that the heat had got him 
down. I felt him, and he was burning up. His temperatiire was 101 
and he sr. id all the strength had suddenly gone out of him. Fortunate 
ly there was a doctor aboard, summoned to examine the men who have 
dysentery, and he looked Bill over and pronounced it heat stroke. 
w e had to keep Bill under two electric fans, with cold towels and an 
ice bag on him, all day, and he was very restless and miserable. 
Our new animals were put over the side by a crane, and they 
look wonderful - all of them tame, and in good cages, well padded 
to keep out the weather that we shall have later on. 
To-day is not onite as unbearable as yesterday. The e is a 
little breeze, and while it is hot, it is not quite so humid. One 
can work without running rivers of perspiration all the time. The 
doctor told us, however, that the temperature ashore was 117, and 
that here there are few cases of sun stroke, but many of heat stroke. 
Towards evening the gibbon that was so ill, died. 
We had one more excitement before the weary day ended. Just 
as we were waiting for the pilot to come aboard so that we could sail 
the boy told the captain tome men xvanted to see him on deck. The 
captain went out, to find two of his Chinese crew in an ugly frame 
of mind. They said that the sailors on the nearby German ship had 
had the day off - it was true, for they had all been over to see 
our animals and had made a general nuisance of themselves all day. 
Jennier said he was sick of the Chinese, you couldn't tell them 
anything; if he said, "Stand back from the tiger cage'' they just 
laughed. ''That's why the Japs have to shoot 'em," he said philo- 
sophicaxlv. However", when our own crew got impertinent, the Captain 
threw them off the bridge, and then there was a row! Two of them 
got their baggage and said they were going ashore. Others refused 
to do any work. ffeKX&xpj^dha One of them kicked the captain in 
the shins, and another tried to hit him with a bottle, and he had 
to do a little ju jitsu on them to get them back to the forecastle 
head where they belong. Then they all started fighting among 
themselves, throwing soy bean bottles and screaming at the top of 
their lungs. Mutiny on top of everything else we have had today 
seemed like a little too much. 
September Z - 
A stiff breeze today makes the ship a much more comfortable 
place to be. Bill still has a temperature, and is very weak. The 
capta-n hps decided to jail two of the mutineers in Port Said. 
Otherwise the day is uneventful - the big news being that the 
shoebills ate three fish apiece. Usually they are a bit picky 
about food, and there is always a chance that they will mope when 
upset by anything like a sea voyrge. The big mawas kuda died, from 
a combination of general unhappimess, refusal to eat proper food, 
fipsfeHrinXX&x- and violent diarrhoea. I did not have the courage 
to tell Bill for some hours, in fact not until evening, when his 
temperature was nearly normal. Gaddi skinned him, and it was 
pathetic to see how little remained of the tremendous beast - just 
a small basketful of red hair. 
