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 our first expedition up the Tampasuk, we rested at some houses
of the Buñgol Ida’an, but we could discover no more connection
between these communities of the same name than between the others.
Notwithstanding the pouring rain, we walked through the village, and
bathed in the rushing torrent that ran beneath the houses, the Tawaran
now deserves no other name.
Next morning, Omar, the guide, came to say that all the bridges of the
regular path had been washed away, and that it would be necessary to
take us by another, with which he was unacquainted. We suspected that
this announcement was merely to serve a friend who was hired as guide;
but we gave way to their assurances that the old path was impassable,
and had reason to repent it, as, instead of taking us by the direct
route, only four miles in an east direction, he led us first north,
then north-east, ending in east-north-east, and after wandering over
numerous pathless ranges, at last, after eight hours’ walking brought
us to the Tampasuk, about three miles below the village of Koung. The
dividing ranges are very much broken up, and run in all directions. A
tributary of the Tawaran, to the north of us, came within a mile of
the Tampasuk, running direct towards Sulaman, and then turning to the
eastward.
We had beautiful views to-day of the surrounding country, both towards
the sea and towards the mountains; but had scarcely reached the
Tampasuk when heavy rain came on, totally obscuring the prospect, and
although we pushed on resolutely for an hour, fording the swelling
stream and climbing the slippery banks, were at last obliged to stop at
a hut amid a field of kiladis, and give up our intention of reaching
Koung.
We thought ourselves completely exhausted, until we saw the bungling
attempts of our men to set up the tents. The Malays were very tired,
and were shivering in the drenching rain and cold wind which swept down
from the mountains, so we determined before taking off our wet clothes
to see our men comfortable. Under our directions, and with our active
assistance, the tents were soon raised, as the men, encouraged by our
example, worked with a will. But it was a fatiguing day--nine hours of
continued climbing and descending.
On the following morning we proceeded to Koung. There were few farms
in sight that day, though yesterday we saw immense clearings, some
extending over a whole hill-side, and all were working hard to increase
them.
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