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it they throw a mixture of shrimps and small 
fish into a sort of weak pickle made with salt 
and water, and put into a tight earthen vessel. 
The pickle being thus weak, it keeps not the 
fish firm and hard, neither is it probably so 
designed, for the fish are never gutted. There- 
fore in a short time they turn all to a mash in 
the vessel ; and when they have lain thus a 
good while, so that the fish is reduced to pulp, 
they then draw off the liquor into fresh jars 
and preserve it for use. The masht fish that 
remains behind is called trassi . ’Tis rank 
scented ; yet the taste is not altogether un- 
pleasant, but rather savoury after one is a little 
used to it.’” 
1th July , en route for Timor-laut. 
We are at last on our way, with all our 
belongings and our three men. We were 
nearly off with only two, Kobez almost manag- 
ing to give us the slip. He came on board with 
us, and was most attentive until everything 
was in order ; then he must have run away and 
hid amongst his friends. The two others went 
to seek him, aud put some half-dozen native 
policemen on his track. Hearing of the pursuit, 
he came on board about 3 a.m,, looking very 
innocent, and saying he was waiting on shore 
