In the _Jolly Bachelor_: Lieutenant Tottenham, and Comber, midshipman; also Mr. Brooke’s medical attendant, Dr. Treacher, as well as an amateur, Mr. Ruppell. Total force from _Dido_ was eighty, officers and men. The all-important “Datu Brooke” was with me in the gig. He was also attended by a sampan and crew he had brought from Singapore. Brooke’s coxswain, Seboo, we shall long remember. He was civil only to his master, and, I believe, brave while in his company. Seboo was stupid-looking, but a powerfully-built sort of savage. When going into action he went on his knees, holding a loaded musket before him. In the second gig was Lieutenant E. Gunnell, whose troublesome duty it was to keep order. Stores were in a tope: the whole formed a novel scene. It was curious to contemplate the different feelings that actuated Malays and Dyaks: many from attachment to Brooke, some for plunder, but I think the majority to gratify revenge. We did not get far the first day, as the tope was slow, and carried that most essential part of all expeditions--the commissariat. [Sidenote: June 9.] We had got another thirty miles. I pulled from one end to the other of Horton’s Mosquito Fleet with as much pride as Sir William Parker must have felt when heading seventy-five British ships up the Yang-tse-Kiang in the heart of the Chinese Empire. I had left Brooke with the youngsters on board the _Jolly Bachelor_. Late in the afternoon, when well in advance, I observed, hidden under the bushes, a long canoe--no doubt a look-out; and I daresay my gig, with its Kadjang coverings, was taken for one of themselves. I fired at the fore-part of her. There was a rush into the jungle. On examination we found the bullet had gone through both sides of an iron kettle, and I expect astonished the cook. During the day several deserted boats with arms in them were taken from the banks and destroyed. Before we brought up for the night we had to face the bore, a wall of water, the approach of which might be seen near a mile off. It is formed by the contraction of the river, and rises with the flood-tide some 8 feet. Anchors were let go, and by keeping a strain on the cables we partially moved with it. The bore soon loses strength, giving anchors time to bite. After it had passed we took up our berths in two lines up a reach of the river. My gig was secured under the shade of a large tree, near the inner line of boats. [Sidenote: June 10.]