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
The next station up the river is San Piuh, which we did not visit, as
business prevented our extending our tour. We were delighted with the
position of the house in which we were staying; it was on the bank of
the stream, here but a foot deep, occasionally not even six inches, so
that the canoes had to be dragged over the pebbly bottom. The water
coming from the neighbouring high mountains is both clear and cool,
offering delightful places for bathing. In one large and deep pool, a
little below the landing-place, the Dayaks say alligators congregate;
but if so, they must be harmless, as I saw very little children bathing
there; but yet I did not venture, as they might have been attracted by
the unusual colour of my skin. The baths we obtain in the interior are
of themselves worth the exertion of reaching those sequestered spots;
the refreshing and invigorating feeling after a plunge into the cool
stream is indeed delightful.
About midday we parted from our kind hosts, not before we had given
solemn promises to return again as soon as possible, and now directed
our faces homeward. The descent of the river was exciting, now
leisurely suffering the canoe to float with the stream; then, as the
distant roar announced a rapid, intelligent were the movements of the
Dayaks, as they chose the least dangerous part, the waters increasing
in speed as we approached the fall; then caught by the stream, we
hurried along at the pace of a racehorse, and dashing through the foam
were shot into the tranquil pool that generally forms below a rapid. At
one we were compelled to take out all our baggage, and the non-swimmers
walked past the obstruction to be re-shipped below. It was with
feelings, half of envy, half of admiration, that I saw Captain Brooke
tempt the danger.
About half-way down to Sibuñgoh we saw white flags overhanging the
river at a landing-place, and there in a temporary hut was waiting
the Orang Kaya of Brang; we stayed with him about an hour, and
resisting his pressing invitation to his village, on account of our
previous engagement, heard what he desired to communicate, and then
continued our course to Sibuñgoh. We soon transhipped our goods to
the large boat, and were not sorry, as many hours in a small canoe is
fatiguing. We found that the Orang Kaya was no longer under taboo, so
we stayed some little time with him, and then hurried on to the next
landing-place, where we found a large party of Dayaks ready to escort
us to the village of Grung.
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