THE CAPTAIN OF THE CHINESE, 
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house of his own, just built, and sent one of his 
sous along with H., that he might see if it would 
suit, I could only speak very little Malay, not 
sufficient to keep up a conversation, but it turned 
out that the Chinese gentleman spoke a very little 
English. “ Take house one in once, two monce, 
tree monce,” he said, as he swayed gently to and 
fro in his rocking-chair. You would expect that 
from me in my rocking-chair would come the 
response, “ Thanks ; you are very kind.” It was 
excusable : my feelings had been so pent up all 
the time, and II. was gone, I covered my face 
with my hands and wept. A gentle voice close to 
me, conveying in its tones a world of sympathy, 
said, ‘‘You got fazer ? you got mozer ? you got 
home ? ” The good old gentleman knew I was 
home-sick. I must ever feel kindly towards his 
race for his sake. 
Our friend made the house habitable for us, 
and I am now writing under its roof. It would 
be a delightful house if furnished ; it looks rather 
empty as it is. But, since we are here only till 
we decide on some course of action, it is useless 
to think of buying furniture. 
The authorities in Batavia expected that the 
Government boat would be leaving Amboina for 
the Tenimber Islands about the time of our 
