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
I had scarcely regained the base, when I saw a thick white cloud
suddenly sweep up from the north, and heavy rain and gusts of wind soon
wetted us through and chilled us to the bone. I hurried along the huge
natural wall which skirts the northern edge of the summit, and is the
termination of the great terrace, to join Mr. Low, and then heard that
last night’s rain had wet the leather of Adie’s barometer, and it would
not act. We tried the boiling-water thermometers, but in this storm
of wind, rain, and hail, though we managed to light the spirit-lamp,
we could not read the number of degrees, the apparatus appearing
defective. We waited for nearly two hours, hoping it would blow over;
but it only increased in violence, and enveloped in this rain-cloud, we
could not see fifty yards.
Unwillingly we now attended to the remonstrances of our shivering
followers, and commenced descending. The wind veered round suddenly to
the east, and drove the sleet and hail into our faces, while torrents
formed in every direction, and rushed over the smooth surface of the
granite. To descend was a work of danger, as the streams of water
crossed our path in every direction; and had we lost our footing while
passing them, we should have been sent gliding down to the precipices.
It was bitterly cold, the thermometer at two P.M. falling to
43°. As we approached the steeper incline, the velocity of the running
water increased, and in one place, even Kamá appeared at fault, as the
granite was as slippery as glass, being reduced to a fine polish, as it
formed the course down which the rains always ran; but at last finding
a crevice, into which we could insert the sides of our feet, we managed
to pass the momentarily swelling torrent. One of our Malays was seized
with fever and ague at this most difficult part of the descent; but he
behaved manfully, and managed, by his own exertions, to get down the
granite slopes. My Chinese boy, Ahtan, fell, and rolled over several
times, but escaped with a slight wound, but heavy bruises. One Malay’s
feet slipped from under him, and he fell heavily on his back, but his
head escaped, as he was carrying on his shoulders a large basket full
of flowers.
During both ascents, I observed the men carefully examining the
crevices of the granite in search of little pieces of very transparent
quartz, which were to be found there. I picked up, during the former
trip, a little of them, that were greatly prized by the ladies of the
capital, who had them inserted into rings.
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