National Geographic : 1940 Jul
The National Geographic Magazine I J Photograph bIy Maynard 0v(-n Willians "Fresh Fish?" Yes, until the Sun Is High Beside teeming Lake Limboto, the open-air fish market is an early-morning affair. By nine o'clock only a few remaining dealers wearing palm-leaf hats remain at their bamboo benches. tan, tightly bound, and with the butts stained red or purple. Bronze-shouldered porters carry the floppy bundles to where the ship's winch picks them up like so much macaroni and drops them, rattling, into a wide-mawed hold (page 59). Until the thorny spines are dragged off by pulling the rattan through a tree crotch, the canes repel man's advance into the haunts of jungle beasts of Borneo or the Celebes. Grip ping their long sweep, monkeys swing chatter ing from tree to tree. Now the rattan is on its way to become deck chairs facing the sea; chaise longues gay with cretonne: tea wagons laden with crumpets; prized Malacca sticks jauntily swung in the Easter parade, or baskets in which shells are placed to be lifted to the breech of a big gun. Spices from the Moluccas still pass through Makassar. Until recently, bird-of-paradise skins shared space with tortoiseshell, sandal wood, and mother-of-pearl. Thousands of the lovely birds were sacrificed for the export trade. Fortunately, this practice is now forbidden. Where Steam Meets Sail At Makassar the Western World touches archipelago life. Alongside modern ships and sheds are sailing craft like those whose milky wakes wove history around Makassar when the Portuguese spice hunters arrived in 1512, and Cornelis Speelman's Dutch won Makassar in 1667. Floodlighted at night, with its radio relaying a London orchestra's rhythm from Batavia, Makassar's seaside bathing pool is a favorite meeting place for the city's 3,500 Europeans. Sitting there at dusk and seeing the equatorial sun go down behind drooping boughs of the pepper trees, you can set your watch at six throughout the year.