Life in the forests of the Far East (vol. 1 of 2)St. John, Spenser, Sir
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Life in the forests of the Far East (vol. 1 of 2)
St. John, Spenser, Sir
Borneo -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Borneo; St. John, Spenser, Sir, 1825-1910 -- Travel -- Borneo
In the evening, we went out to look for deer. After making a circuit
of a few miles, I reached a stream near which the animals are usually
found, when, to my disgust, I heard a shot fired, followed immediately
by another. I ran forward only in time to see a fine buck spring into
the forest and another stretched lifeless at Captain Brooke’s feet. He
came to the spot, saw two grazing together, and with an old-fashioned
cavalry carbine knocked over one; the other stood astonished, which
gave him time to reload and hit him heavily. We tracked him for a
little distance, but the night closing in prevented our finding him.
Our follower, Kasim, saw eight, wounded one, but did not succeed in
securing him. My indignation at the mistake of my guide in bringing
me to a spot already engaged was much mitigated by the prospect of
deer-steaks for dinner.
That night there were the usual ceremonies and dances without an
incident to vary them: they kept us up rather late.
Walked over to Jenang: it was but three miles off, through gardens,
groves of fruit-trees, old ricegrounds, and underwood. We noticed with
much indignation that hundreds of fine fruit-trees were destroyed,
and on inquiry found it had been done by the old Orang Kaya Sunan,
who wanted to have a farm near his own house. The trees belonged to
the tribe, who vainly tried to persuade him not to do it; but being
backed by the Datu Patinggi, he would not listen to them. The village
of Jenang is small and of little consequence, numbering but twenty-five
families, and had not arrived at the dignity of an Orang Kaya. Their
head-house was very old and small, the worst we had seen.
All the elders were called together in the morning to choose an Orang
Kaya; and instead of fixing on one of themselves, their choice fell on
a young man of rather heavy appearance, who seemed, however, to be an
universal favourite. After this ceremony we started off to Munggu Babi,
through the valleys and lowlands between the hills. The walk was long
and very much exposed to the sun, but we reached that village by one,
and after a short rest pushed on to our boat.
As we had heavy rain the previous night, the stream was much swollen,
but it helped us over many obstructions, though it rendered some few
more difficult. We brought up for the night a short distance from the
junction.
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