
 
        
         
		liv e  months of  this  kind of weather might be expected  
 in  Southern Celebes,  and  I  therefore  determined  to  seek  
 some more favourable  climate  for  collecting in during that  
 period,  and  to  return  in  the  next  dry season  to  complete  
 my  exploration  of  the district.  Fortunately for me  I was  
 in  one  of  the great  emporiums  of  the  native  trade  of  the  
 Archipelago.  Rattans from Borneo,  sandal-wood and bees’-  
 wax  from  Flores  and  Timor,  tripang  from  the  Gulf  of  
 Carpentaria,  cajuputi-oil  from  Bouru,  wild  nutmegs  and  
 mussoi-bark  from New Guinea,  are  all  to  be  found  in the  
 stores  of  the  Chinese  and  Bugis  merchants  of  Macassar,  
 along with the rice and  coffee which are the chief products  
 of the  surrounding country.  More important than all these  
 however is the trade to Aru,  a group of islands  situated on  
 the  south-west  coast of New Guinea,  and of which  almost  
 the  whole  produce  comes  to  Macassar  in  native  vessels.  
 These  islands  are  quite  out  of  the  track  of  all  European  
 trade, and are inhabited only by black mop-headed savages,  
 who  yet  contribute  to  the  luxurious  tastes  of  the  most  
 civilized  races.  Pearls,  mother-of-pearl,  and  tortoiseshell,  
 find  their  way  to  Europe,  while  edible  birds’  nests  and  
 “ tripang”  or  sea-slug  are  obtained  by  shiploads  for  the  
 gastronomic  enjoyment of  the Chinese. 
 The  trade  to  these  islands  has  existed  from  very early  
 times,  and  it  is  from  them  that  Birds  of  Paradise,  of  the  
 two  kinds  known  to  Linnaeus,  were  first  brought.  The 
 native  vessels  can  only  make  the  voyage  once  a  year,  
 owing  to  the  monsoons.  They leave  Macassar  in Decem-  
 . ber  or  January at the  beginning of  the west monsoon,  and  
 return  in  July  or  August  with  the  full  strength  of  the  
 east  monsoon.  Even  by  the  Macassar  people themselves,  
 the voyage  to  the Aru  Islands is  looked upon  as  a  rather  
 wild  and  romantic  expedition,  full  of  novel  sights  and  
 strange  adventures.  He who has made it  is  looked  up  to  
 as  an  authority,  and it remains  with  many the unachieved  
 ambition  of  their  lives.  I  myself had  hoped  rather  than  
 expected  ever to reach  this  “ Ultima  Thule ”  of  the  E a st;  
 and when I found that I  really could do  so  now, had I but  
 courage  to  trust  myself  for a thousand  miles’  voyage  in a  
 Bugis  prau,  and  for  six  or  seven  months, among  lawless  
 traders  and  ferocious  savages,—I  felt  somewhat  as  I  did  
 when,  a  schoolboy,  I  was  for  the  first  time  allowed  to  
 travel outside the stage-coach,  to visit that scene of all that  
 is  strange  and  new  and  wonderful  to  young  imaginations  
 *—London ! 
 By the  help  of  some  kind  friends  I was  introduced  to  
 the owner of  one  of  the large  praus which was  to  sail in  a  
 few days.  He was a Javanese  half-caste, intelligent, mild,  
 and  gentlemanly  in  his  manners,  and  had  a  young  and  
 pretty Dutch  wife,  whom  he  was  going  to  leave  behind  
 during his absence.  When we talked about passage money  
 he would fix no sum, but  insisted  on  leaving it  entirely to