Brooke, Margaret, Lady, 1849-1936; Queens -- Malaysia -- Sarawak -- Biography; Sarawak (Malaysia) -- Description and travel
The fishing-hut looked like a bathing machine, standing on stilts in
the middle of the risen tide. It had been decorated with the beautiful
blossom of the areca-nut palm, and mats and all kinds of draperies
embroidered in gold (the work of the Malay women of the village) were
hung round the hut. We made our way up the wide-rung ladder, some ten
feet high, through which the water shone and glistened in the most
alarming manner. A salvo of Chinese crackers were let off as we entered
the hut, causing great delight to my female escort, who highly approved
of the din. The hut groaned and creaked as our party, some fourteen in
number, took their seats on a small platform jutting out from it over
the sea. The construction of these sheds was very ingenious. They were
erected upon a series of stout timber poles disposed at the back of the
leaf building in the shape of a boat’s keel. A number of canoes, which
had conveyed ten or fifteen of the most experienced fishermen in the
village, were tied to these poles. Four great poles, acting as levers,
swung horizontally each side of the hut, jutting out twenty feet in
front, between which the nets were hung.
As the tide came in, the excitement of the party grew intense, and the
fishermen sang a dirge-like melody, inviting the fish into the net,
telling them the Rajah’s wife and son were expecting their arrival,
and that, therefore, it would only be good manners and loyalty on
their part to pay their respects by being caught and eaten by them!
When sufficient time had elapsed, according to Hadji Ahmad’s idea, for
the net to be full of fish, the fishermen hung on to the poles at the
back of the hut, their weight swinging the ends on which the nets were
tied out of the water, when we saw a number of fish wriggling in their
meshes. Amongst the fish were two or three octopuses, those poisonous
masses of white, jelly-like substances which all fishermen in the
Straits dread like the evil one himself, on account of their poisonous
stings; these, when captured, were tossed back again into the sea.
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