_30th._--The rain still continued, but we pushed on by the old path till we came to a small stream, called the Batu Loba, where we found some freshly constructed huts. After bathing, I felt very feverish, and taking a dose of quinine, a large basin of rice-water, and wrapping myself up in all the dry clothing I had, I burst into a profuse perspiration. It was not a very agreeable night for me. I lay in my tent alone: the men, except Musa, who watched over me, preferring the hunters’ huts, as the floor was there dry, and they had no time to make a raised floor in the tent for themselves, as they did for me. The rain was coming down in torrents, which presently increased to a terrific thunderstorm. The wind did not affect us much, we were too low, in a hollow; but I thought if this really be fever, what a prospect for me in this forest. I called Musa, and made every necessary arrangement in case I should be delirious in the morning: that two or three men should stay with me, and the rest go back to the houses; that if I grew worse, the Muruts might be engaged to carry me to their village; and that when I recovered, we should go home by the Trusan, abandoning the boats, instruments, and everything. I need scarcely say how joyful we all were, when in the morning I got up without any fever, and only a little weakened by the slight attack. I thought at the time that it might be from over-fatigue, as I had not only carried all my instruments and arms, but had assisted others. Some one during the night must have been amusing himself with my revolver, as shortly after starting, on withdrawing it from its cover, I found the chamber gone, rendering the weapon useless till our arrival at the boats, where I had left a spare one; so I gave up the carbine, and took to my double-barrel. _October 1st._--Continued by the old path to the Adang; hitting it, however, a little to the northward of the point where we previously crossed it. Here we prepared to make the rafts on which we intend to continue our journey. We found plenty of material--light wood, bamboos, and rattans, &c.; so we encamped on a pebbly bank, the men hoping to be soon joined by the Muruts. During our walk to-day, while following the ridge of the Batu Put hills, we observed on its summit two large boulders, one some twenty-five feet in length. They appeared to be granite, but I could not break off a piece. They bear that rather immodest name from the following legend:--That a famous chief of yore, disdaining to make his nuptial-couch on the grass, fetched up these huge stones to sleep on; and they point to some marks as the impression made by his bride’s limbs, which, without much stretch of fancy, might be taken for the mould of a foot and leg.