Wallace arranged a little box for the creature’s cradle, with a soft mat which was changed and washed every day. The little ape itself liked to be washed. As soon as it was dirty it began to scream, and never stopped until carried to the spring by its master, when it became quiet at once, although it struggled when first touched by the cold water, and made absurd grimaces when water was poured over its head. It was extremely fond of being dried and rubbed, and appeared to be perfectly happy when Wallace brushed its hair, lying quite still with extended arms and legs while the long hair on its back and arms was brushed out. At first it clung helplessly by all-fours to whatever it could get hold of, and Wallace had to be always on the watch to save his beard. When restless, it worked its hands above in the air, in search of something to hold, and if it got hold of a stick or piece of cloth with two or three of its hands, it was perfectly happy. In default of anything else, it nursed its own foot, and after a while it often folded its arms, and seized with each hand the long hair which grew below the opposite shoulder. The strength of the creature’s gripe soon diminished, however, and Wallace had to invent expedients for giving it exercise and strengthening its limbs. With this object he made a short ladder of three or four rounds, to which he suspended the young orang for a quarter of an hour at a time. At first it was pleased, but finding itself unable to assume a comfortable position when holding on by all four hands, it let go with one after another and at last fell to the ground. Often, when only hanging by two hands, it let go with one, in order to cross it over the opposite shoulder, and get hold of its own hair, and on finding this much more agreeable than the piece of wood, it let go with the other, and so fell to the ground, where it lay on its back with folded arms, quite content and apparently none the worse for its numerous tumbles. When Wallace saw how fond the creature was of hair, he endeavoured to construct an artificial mother by stitching together a piece of buffalo hide which he suspended about a foot from the ground. At first this seemed quite successful, since the small orang could cling round it and always find something hairy to which it held fast with great persistency. Wallace now hoped that he had made the little orphan happy, and so it was for a while, until it remembered its lost mother and tried to suck. It raised itself so as to be quite close to the hide, and hunted about for promising places; but when its mouth was only filled with wool and hair it was much displeased, cried vehemently, and gave up the attempt after two or three endeavours. On one occasion it got some wool into its throat, and Wallace was afraid it must be choked; but after a good deal of cough it threw it up, and he destroyed the mock mother and relinquished the last attempt to give the little creature some occupation.