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 the morning he follows the traces of the herd, and, carefully
examining the soil, detects the spots of blood that have fallen from
the wounded elephant. He often finds him, so weakened by loss of blood
as to be unable to keep up with the rest of the herd, and a new wound
is soon inflicted. Patiently pursuing this practice, the hunter has
secured many of these princes of the forest.
One can easily understand how startled a man unused to an animal
larger than a pony would feel on suddenly finding himself face to face
with a huge elephant. My favourite follower, Musa, has often made his
audience laugh by an account of the feelings he experienced, when,
pulling up the great river of Kina Batañgan, he steered close in-shore
to avoid the strength of the current, and, looking up to find what was
moving near, saw a noble tusked elephant above him, with his proboscis
stretched over the boat to pick fruit beyond--“The paddle dropped from
my hand, life left me, but the canoe drifted back out of danger.”
The banks of the Baram gradually became higher, and topped by neat
farm-houses, increased in beauty; but I think the first view of
the Kayan town of Lañgusin was one of the most picturesque I have
ever witnessed. Long houses, built on lofty posts, on hills of
various heights, yet appearing to be clustered together, while near
were numerous little rice stores, neatly whitewashed. I never saw
a prettier-looking place. We steered on, until we reached a long
village-house, still building, opposite which we anchored. Crowds
immediately assembled on the banks, and the Bornean traders came off to
give and receive news.
The chief, Tamawan, now sent to know how the salutes were to be
arranged, and we agreed that as usual we should salute his flag first,
and that he should return it. We were rather surprised to find an
English ensign hoisted, but he had received it from a trader, and said
he would never change it, as it showed his good feeling towards us.
Among the guns fired was the pivot 32-pounder, and the sound echoed and
re-echoed among the neighbouring hills, startling the whole population,
who had never before heard anything louder than a brass swivel. The
salute was returned by an irregular firing, that continued for about an
hour--the greater number of guns the greater honour.
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