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
When I first reached the terrace the sun was shining brightly on the
landscape below, and my first impulse was to turn to look for that
lofty mountain of which I had obtained a glimpse during my former
ascent, but the southern peak shut in that view, and I had to content
myself with the still extensive prospect. Looking over the valley of
Pinokok, I could distinctly trace the coast line down even to Labuan,
which, though somewhat hazy, was yet visible, near the great mountains
of Brayong and Si Guntang. The Bay of Kimanis was to be seen in all its
distinctness, and, with Nosong Point, Pulo Tiga, and Papar Headland,
looked at this distance almost land-locked. Gaya island was there
visible, but the bay was shut in by its surrounding hills. Mengkabong
and Sulaman waters showed clear, and I could occasionally observe
some reaches of the Tawaran glistening among the fruit groves of
the plain. The horizon was perhaps distant a hundred miles, showing
a broad expanse of ocean. We stood looking at this prospect with
great pleasure; but at last, being joined by the man who carried the
barometer, I left Mr. Low to prepare the instrument, and started for
the north-western peak, from which I hoped to have the most extensive
view to be seen in all Borneo, and to have the satisfaction of
examining that heap of stones which looked like a cairn from below.
It was easy to get to its base. On the northern side of it were heaps
of broken but angular granite, which appeared to have fallen from
its sides, leaving a perpendicular face, a little overhanging at the
summit. The slabs of granite, which peel off its western and southern
sides, roll on a sharp slope, and must glide down to fall over the
great precipice overlooking the valley of Pinokok. The heaps I observed
to the south move more slowly onward towards the cliff, as the incline
is less.
I tried to reach the summit of this peak by a narrow edge of rock
abutting from its southern front; but after following it with my face
towards it, and moving sideways with my arms stretched out on either
side, till it narrowed to about eight inches, I thought it prudent to
return; but at a spot where I had secure footing, I pitched a stone
on the summit, which was about forty feet above the highest point I
reached.
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