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
Occasionally the fords were difficult, as the continued rains rendered
the river very full. At one place where an island divides the Tampasuk,
it was so deep that it was found necessary to swim over, and only a
very expert man could have done it, as the water rushed down with great
force. The Bajus, however, were quite prepared; they did not attempt
to cross the stream in a direct course, but allowed themselves to be
carried away a little, and reached the other side about fifty yards
farther down. They did it very cleverly, carrying all our luggage over,
little by little, swimming with one hand and holding the baskets in the
air with the other. As we could not swim, two men placed themselves,
one on either side of us, told us to throw ourselves flat on the water
and remain passive; in a few minutes we were comfortably landed on the
opposite bank, drenched to the skin, it is true, but we had scarcely
had any dry clothes on us during the whole journey; however, no sooner
did we arrive at our resting-places, than we stripped, bathed, rubbed
ourselves into a glow, and put on dry clothes. Nothing is so essential
as this precaution, and I have twice had severe attacks of fever from
neglecting it. The hills as we advanced began closing in on the river’s
banks, leaving occasionally but a narrow strip of flat ground near the
stream.
At 11.20 A.M. we reached Koung, a large, scattered village
on a grassy plain: it is a very pretty spot, the greensward extending
to the river’s banks, where the cattle and buffaloes graze: about a
hundred feet up the side of a neighbouring hill is another portion of
the village. The roaring torrent foams around, affording delicious
spots for bathing, the water being delightfully cool. In the bed
of the stream there were masses of angular granite, mixed with the
water-worn boulders. It was the first time we had ever seen it of that
sharp form, but similar blocks were afterwards noticed on the summit.
The wild raspberry is very plentiful here. One cannot help having
one’s attention continually drawn to the air of comfort, or, rather,
to the appearance of native wealth observed among the Ida’an: food
in abundance, with cattle, pigs, fowls, rice, and vegetables; and no
one near them to plunder or exact. Accustomed as I had been to the
aborigines around the capital, the contrast struck me forcibly.
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