Instead, the monthly The Dawn (De Dageraad) began to appear,
which, though not edited by Junghuhn, advanced views similar to
his. One may well ask what kind of book this was, going through several editions in just a few years. It was neither a novel, a story, nor a travelogue, but in fact a philosophical tract in allegorical form. In it, Junghuhn introduces four brothers called Night, Day, Dawn, and Dusk. Each develops his own philosophy as the tale progresses. They are making a trip through Java and, alternated by an account of their experiences and by some splendid descriptions of nature, they reveal their respective philosophies. Night represents orthodox Christianity; Day, who gets to do most of the talking, represents Junghuhn's own philosophy, which might best be described as deism tinged with pantheism, and which he himself calls "Natural Religion." Dawn and Dusk represent true atheism, and they are godless in that they do not believe in the existence of a Supreme Being or God. The conversa- Page 70 tions between Day and Night allow Junghuhn ample opportunity to attack Christianity: "I openly declare that up to now Christianity has done nothing but propagate ignorance and superstition, and has misled the spirit to pursue nothing but tyranny and greed." Right away, the very vehemence of Junghuhn's language makes one suspect whether there might not be some private experience underneath it all. That "spirit," which pursues nothing but "tyranny and greed," really makes one wonder. For an answer to a question such as this we usually look at a petson's childhood, in this instance to Junghuhn's education and his relationship with his parents. Although he generally wears his heart on his sleeve, Junghuhn is uncommonly reticent on that score; clearly we are dealing with an old grudge here that he kept well hidden. There is only one passage in his work that hints at some youthful conflict. In Images of Light and Shadow, his character Brother Day is made to say: "Is it my fault then that my parents were Christians and not Jews, and that I inherited my father's short temper and my mother's sensitivity?" For the longest time, this was our only clue. In 1909, however, celebrating the centennial of Junghuhn's birth, Max C. P. Schmidt put out a very detailed biography using a wealth of family documents and family stories. To tell the truth, Schmidt gives us a great many facts but does not do much with them. Schmidt's own father and Junghuhn were first cousins, even though the former was seventeen years younger. Their families knew each other well. Max Schmidt paints a rather sketchy portrait of Junghuhn's early years, using family memoirs and his father's recollections. Elsewhere in his book, however, and in a different context, we find increasingly new details which allow us to reconstruct and clarify a great deal more. We do not necessarily have to picture Junghuhn's father as the proverbial Prussian to know that he was stem, self-willed, and irascible. A man, moreover, who longed for culture and adventure but who acted and thought according to handed-down patterns. Those same patterns were also applied to his sows education, for whom he, and not his son, had chosen the study of medicine. Himself a village surgeon and barber, he wanted his son to realize his own higher ambitions, while at the same time he wanted to cast him in his own mold. He desired his son to become a powerful figure who would live according to the strong bourgeois traditions of religion, authority, and obedience. He had him tutored for university entrance by, of all people, a theologian. Naturally, the scheme backfired. The boy came away hating Christianity, authority, and obedience. The obituary notice of Junghuhn, written by his brother-in-law H. Rochussen, which appeared in Netherlands Indies Magazine in 1866, strongly confirms Page 71 this. Both father and son were excitable people and their clashes were numerous. There were scenes involving beatings with a stick, running away from home, several times no less, and an attempted suicide near the precipitous ruins of ducal Mansfeld castle. Max Schmidt, who gives us anything but a one-sided account of Junghuhn senior, tells us the following about the attempted suicide. After the severely wounded young Junghuhn had been discovered, they naturally warned the boy's father, who was a physician, after all. He was just pulling on his boots when they told him the victim was his own son. With a shrug of resignation, he then took his boots off again and threw them into a comer. Years later, when discussing his son's attempt to kill himself, he still could not understand how his son, a student of medicine, could have been so stupid as to shoot himself in the back of his head. With a meaningful gesture he pointed to his forehead, saying "That's where he should have aimed!," his face reddening with excitement. By contrast, Junghuhn's mother was weak, sentimental, and overly affectionate. This too went against his grain. Once, the twenty- year-old Junghuhn slit open the chest and belly of a live cat in order "to study the circulation of the blood." It is not known what transpired between father and son after the latter tried to commit suicide. The father got his way to the extent that young Franz did continue to study medicine, albeit in faraway Berlin and not in Halle, situated near his birthplace. He traveled meanwhile, and would for weeks on end wander through Brunswick, Thuringia, and especially the Harz mountains. At the same time his first articles began to appear about mushrooms "out of the botanical twilight zone." His medical studies unfinished, he got drafted into the army. There he fought a duel, and although he himself was the one to get wounded and not his opponent, Junghuhn was sentenced, incredibly enough, to ten years imprisonment. He would not begin serving this sentence until the Prussian government had fully exploited his services as a physician, and it was not until Christmas Day of 1831 that he was actually arrested and sent to the infamous citadel of Ehrenbreitstein. Just what this imprisonment meant to a man with such immense love and veneration of nature, his memoirs tell us. Called "Flight to Africa ("Flucht nach Afrika") and written in 1834, this moving testimony is part of Schmidt's biography: Imagine an immense, infinite, and empty space where neither a pebble nor a speck of dust could hope to strike a friendly ray of sunshine, where everything is impenetrably dark. Imagine that, and you will begin to get an idea what a prisoner's life is like. One day drags by as slowly as the next, very slowly and without a sound. Page 72 Nothing interrupts this eternal monotony. Morosely you rise in the morning, only to long for the coming of night again and a few hours of sleep. When evening comes and night does return, a new torment begins. You lie down with apprehension, afraid to wake up the next morning, fearful of the terrible loneliness that morning will bring, and that feeling in turn robs you of your night's rest. It is a blessing indeed if a diadem spider strays onto your barren walls and breaks the silence with its gentle ticking sound, like a clock. At the start of a new day, the eye searches the bare walls in vain for a new distraction, a bulge, or an irregular grain of sand perhaps. You try to get to see something through the window bars but the view is blocked by a treacherous wall, erected there by mistrust itself. I enjoyed each sound, each change, and every movement I could detect rekindled my spirits by interrupting the monotony. I even longed for the arrival of the guard, a stupefied, ugly clod who showed himself three times a day. The rattle of keys and the creaking of the door were music to my ears. Alone in that place I often thought about the phantom world conjured up by our divines and the fire and brimstone they like to scare and fool people with. I am surprised they do not portray hell as a limitless desert devoid of life, just as silent as it is infinite. If I could choose between two evils, I would opt for hellfire and its devils, anything but such a monstrous, empty wasteland. Junghuhn's captivity lasted twenty months, till he managed to escape and flee across Germany to France. He made it all the way down to Toulon, then crossed the Mediterranean and enlisted in the French Foreign Legion. The terror of that particular experience is described in "Flight to Africa" also. After five months, he was sent on leave. Shaking with fever, he boarded a warship that took him back to France. In Paris, he met a Dutch botanist who informed him of the possibility of signing on as a colonial health officer for the Dutch East Indies through its recruiting offices in Harderwijk. On June 30, 1835, he departed from Hellevoetsluis on board the sailing ship Jacob Cats, and on October 12 the ship came into the roads of Batavia. Junghuhn was to spend the next thirteen years in Java. These would turn out to be his most important years, decisive for his outlook and development, during which time an unknown physician was to turn himself into a naturalist of stature. His medical career never really amounted to much. Among his family papers, Max Schmidt came across a list onto which Junghuhn had carefully entered every date and place of his stay. It turns out that he actually served no more than three years and seven months out of those thirteen years as a health officer in Ba- Page 73 tavia, Buitenzorg, Semarang, and Djokjakarta. The rest of the time he must have spent traveling about. Junghuhn always managed to find people willing to support and help him in his naturalistic studies, which he regarded as his rightful calling. The first among these benefactors was the naturalist Dr. Fritze, chief of medical services, who took him along on his numerous tours of inspection and who laid the foundation for Junghuhn's future scientific career. Following Fritze's death in 1839, Junghuhn had no trouble finding different supporters, Junghuhn was an impressive figure even though he was a troublemaker and caused difficulties wherever he went. He was, all told, a full-blooded romantic, a man of conflicts with a divided personality. He described this duality of soul in himself with a quotation from Goethe's Faust: "Zwei Seelen, wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust." Of course, his ability, independence, and imagination made him stand out head and shoulders above the other officials. Especially in such a narrow society as that of the Indies, one could expect rumors and stories about a man who did not quite fit in. There exists a very telling anecdote about an encounter between Junghuhn, the outsider, and J. J. Rochussen, governor-general of the Indies. Junghuhn, it appears, had just published some less than respectful comments about several Javanese princes in the Netherlands Indies Magazine. His remarks had angered the government, which stood in a most delicate relationship to these same princes, and Junghuhn was called to account for himself. Rochussen was mad as a hatter and threatened to have Junghuhn thrown out of the country. Junghuhn kept silent through the entire tirade, while Rochussen got angrier and angrier, and told Junghuhn that he had been hearing other complaints about him as well, and that he always arrived far too late at the office. Junghuhn is then supposed to have said: "I admit, your Excellency, that I am often late to work but then again, I am always the first to leave." The rest of the interview was much less stormy, and it argues well for Rochussen and Junghuhn alike that the whole dressing down ended with the governor-general's promise to put Junghuhn up for membership with the Commission for Natural Sciences, the very thing Junghuhn had wanted all along. The job on that commission gave him every opportunity to travel. There was hardly a place on Java Junghuhn did not visit. He was especially taken by the grandeur and the ruggedness of Java's mountains. For weeks on end he would tramp around, camping in villages or outdoors, wrapped in a blanket next to the campfire, the only European among Javanese bearers and guides. This wandering did make him melancholy at times: "Without a place I can call my own, without anyone really missing me on this entire island, I just keep on roaming Page 74 along all by myself." But while musing thus, the tops of the Tjiremai and Tamponas mountains break through the clouds, and then he feels "elated" again, knowing that nature's grandeur more than makes up for the lack of human companionship. A nomadic existence like this ultimately had to wear down even someone as powerful as Junghuhn. In 1848, he realized that his health had taken a beating and his bodily strength had weakened. "I was exhausted," he writes. In June 1848, he once again ascended the Tangkuban Prahu Mountain (literally "upside down'' or capsized boat), where he had a cabin built on the highest western ridge of the crater. There he withdrew in order to regain his strength. Friends sought him out and urged him to take a vacation in Europe. That decision finally taken, he still found it difficult to leave the country which he said had become his "second fatherland." Yet he sailed on August 28, 1848, but typically spent the voyage making notes which would later appear as Return from Java to Europe (Terugreis van Java naar Europa, 1851). It deals with an account of the trip made by the so-called overland mail route, that is to say, crossing overland from Suez to Cairo (the Suez Canal not being opened until 1869) and on to Europe. An Austrian ship took him as far as Trieste, and from there he crossed the Alps, where he felt at home again. He was most delighted with the trees: "How beautiful they all looked after fourteen years' absence." While he recognized the plants, shrubs, trees, and geological formations, there is nary a word about people. He considered the populace good natured but stupid, allowing themselves to be led by a bunch of "fat, arrogant, and intolerant priests." From Munich, the train took him to the center of Holland, and there his account abruptly ends. He felt disinclined to write about that section of the trip from the German- Dutch border to Leiden because only in Holland had he encountered "such a bigoted lot of people," and writing about them would only infuriate his readership. Better to be silent, he thought, and he wished his dear readers farewell. Even so, he settled down in Leiden because he could use the university's library and he commenced to work on his notes with the same alacrity as he had taken them. From 1852 until 1854, four volumes appeared of his standard work, which was immediately followed by a revised, second edition entitled Java's Shape, Flora and Internal Structure (Java, deszelfs gedaante, bekleeding en inwendige structuur). The work was "embellished" with maps and drawings, outlines of mountains and landscapes, all masterfully executed. Minister of Colonies Pahud also commissioned him to draw a Map of the Island of Java (Kaart van bet eiland Java, 1855), and his book about Java has a companion volume of colored lithographs done after Jung- Page 75 huhn's own drawings called Atlas of Views, containing Eleven Picturesque Scenes (Atlas van platen, bevattende elf pittoreske gezichten). To Junghuhn, an artistically appealing landscape meant "a question of fantasy, subject to a number of interpretations." "My landscapes," he wrote, "are essentially lifelike." They show cloud formations that look like "clenched fists,'' side views of geological strata, the shape of branches, and the structures of leaves. They have been drawn exactly as he observed them either with a magnifying glass or with a powerful telescope, Junghuhn's landscapes are meant to illustrate his scientific purpose of natural observation, and his introductions to the plates clearly reveal his working method. For example, a lithograph showing the mountain Gunung Gedeh is accompanied by the instruction that the spectator should imagine himself in the same forest as described in volume one of Java's Shape. However, in order to get any view at all, the dense jungle has been omitted and only the flowering leptospermum floribundum has been allowed to remain, he tells us. Although Junghuhn himself considered his drawings "lifelike," they do strike us as decidedly unreal because their details are not integrated with the whole. They resemble landscapes of an alien world, and that may well explain why they are so fascinating. The only extensive commentary written by Junghuhn on the lithographs is to be found in the German edition of 1853, entitled Landschafts- Ansichten von Java. In 1852, Junghuhn married Louisa Koch, a lieutenant colonel's daughter. He had meanwhile become a Dutch citizen. During his furlough, which lasted an incredible seven years, he again made extensive trips (to Tyrol, Switzerland, Italy, the Pyrenees, Sweden, and the Caucasus), sometimes accompanied by his wife, sometimes alone. There is no evidence anywhere that he ever revisited his ancestral village of Mansfeld. We do know, however, that he did, and also that he went alone. Schmidt's father met him sometime during those years, and Junghuhn struck him as rather odd. "He could not take to life in this small rural town anymore," was the elder Schmidt's conclusion. In 1855, Junghuhn finally returned to Java, but this time he had been specifically assigned to investigate the possibility of growing the cinchona bark to produce quinine for the treatment of malaria. With uncanny exactitude, using his knowledge of the climate, vegetation, etc., he pinpointed the best location for the cultivation of quinine, on the plains of Lembang in western Java. There exists a great deal of disagreement, however, about his choice of the quinine variety and its proper method of cultivation, and in connection with this he became a controversial figure. The curious thing is that Junghuhn became famous primarily for establishing quinine plantations, and Page 76 only to a lesser degree for his naturalistic research. His popular fame therefore is based on the fact that he is regarded as one of the "builders of Empire" who has "wrought great things." All his biographers agree, however, that Junghuhn was well past his scientific prime by the time he got involved with quinine. This restless explorer had already become a retired planter who had withdrawn with his wife and child to the secluded Preanger area. He no longer undertook vast journeys but lived quietly amidst his family and his mountains, near his beloved Tangkuban Prahu, about which he said once that the mountain possessed "a human heart where peace abides." In 1864 he died of a liver ailment. His friend Groneman, a physician, and his brother-in-law Rochussen were present at his death. When Junghuhn knew that his end was near, he asked Groneman, on whose word we have this: "Would you open the windows, please? I want to say farewell to my beloved mountains, I want to see my forest for the last time and inhale once more the pure mountain air."
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