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
Next morning we walked over to Pañgeran Sirail’s to breakfast, as our
friends at Tamparuli were so much taken up with the awful visitation
which had come upon them as to be unable to attend to anything else.
In fact, though exceedingly hungry after our hard walking, we could
not last night purchase anything for our dinner, and had to content
ourselves with plain boiled rice. The Malay chief, however, was very
hospitable, and soon procured us fowls, and sent off to Pañgeran Duroup
for canoes to take us across the lake. On our arrival at Gantisan we
found the cholera had left it, though not before it had carried off
thirty-seven victims.
Signor Cuarteron came to visit us, and we kept him to dinner; but, in
the evening, the south-west monsoon commenced blowing so heavily, that
it was impossible for him to return to the vessel, and this was merely
a commencement of what we had to expect. In the morning, however, it
cleared up a little, and we landed to visit Pañgeran Madoud. He was
erecting a very substantial-looking wharf, nearly a hundred yards in
length, to enable people to get ashore at all times of tide, and he
intended it partly to give protection to very small trading prahus
during the south-west monsoon. It was a grand work for a Malay to
conceive, and, although not constructed in a way likely to be very
lasting, it was a good commencement. The Pañgeran had established
himself in a very comfortable house, and in his audience hall had a
large table and many chairs. He was very curious to hear everything
connected with the great mountain, and begged, laughingly, for a single
seed of the lagundi fruit, that his youth might be restored to him. We
found Kamis, the negro, looking very sad in the stocks, but he got off
with a very slight punishment; but, as a warning to others, we refused
to receive the deserters on board, and let them return in a native
prahu.
We did not attempt to sail, as heavy clouds were driving across the
horizon, promising unsettled weather; and, in the afternoon, so heavy
a squall arose, that our anchor could not hold, and we began drifting
towards the shore. We hauled in the chain, but when it was nearly all
on board, we were not ten feet from the coral reefs opposite Gantisan.
With extreme difficulty, on account of the breaking waves, we got the
smaller anchor into our boat, and sent it out fifty yards ahead, and
hauling in that merely saved us from striking, as it came home as
well as the larger one. For two hours we continued sending out one
anchor after the other, but it did not keep us clear of the danger, as
during one heavy puff our pinnace struck the coral, and we thought she
would soon go to pieces; but this blast was followed by a momentary
lull, during which we managed to haul out a hundred yards, and let
go both anchors; and, veering out as much chain as we could, we felt
comparatively safe. The storm broke on us again with great violence,
but our anchors held.
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