The first boat took me in two days to Amahay, on the opposite side of the bay to Awaiya.

The chief here, wonderful to relate, did not make any excuses for delay, but immediately ordered out the boat which was to carry me on, put my baggage on hoard, set up mast and sails after dark, and had the men ready that nigh; so that we were actually on our way at five the next morning,--a display of energy and activity I scarcely ever saw before in a native chief on such an occasion.

We touched at Cepa, and stayed for the night at Tamilan, the first two Mahometan villages on the south coast of Ceram.

The next day, about noon, we reached Hoya, which was as Far as my present boat and crew were going to take me.

The anchorage is about a mile east of the village, which is faced by coral reefs, and we had to wait for the evening tide to move up and unload the boat into the strange rotten wooden pavilion kept for visitors.
There was no boat here large enough to take my baggage; and although two would have done very well, the Rajah insisted upon sending four.