Brooke, Margaret, Lady, 1849-1936; Queens -- Malaysia -- Sarawak -- Biography; Sarawak (Malaysia) -- Description and travel
At this juncture, a strongly built and very brown old gentleman left
his seat and moved towards me with ponderous dignity. A handkerchief
was twisted round his head, and he wore a cotton scarf held tightly
across his bony shoulders. We had already greeted one another in the
general “shake-hands” earlier in the evening, but it all had to be
gone over again. “Long I have not seen you,” he said, as his hand
shaped itself into the customary claw in which I dipped my fingers.
He fairly beamed on me; his smile was patronizing and friendly, and
although I knew his face I could not remember his name. I turned to
Mingo, who was standing at my elbow, and a whisper from him soon put
matters straight between us. I was glad to see that Rawieng, who only
the year before had kept the district in a state of terror owing to
the head-hunting propensities of his tribe, had mended his ways; his
presence at the party being an irrefutable proof of the purity of his
future intentions. It was interesting to notice how friendly were the
relations existing between Rawieng and Mr. Bampfylde. Only two or three
years previously, owing to an atrocious murder committed on the main
river by some of Rawieng’s followers whom the old chief refused to
give up to justice, Mr. Bampfylde (then Governor of the Rejang) was
compelled to lead a fleet of boats into Rawieng’s country, attack his
village, and burn his paddy. Nor was this result obtained without a
good deal of risk and difficulty to the attacking party, for owing to
Rawieng’s conservative ideas he had pitched his house on a precipitous
hill, only to be reached after scaling innumerable rapids and marching
a considerable way inland. Rawieng was a rich old man, and was heavily
fined for the atrocious murders his tribe had committed. The long line
of jars ranged along the walls of his house (the chief glory of the
village, as they were supposed to have been made by spirits and given
by them to Rawieng’s ancestors) were taken by Mr. Bampfylde and stored
in the Fort as pledges and hostages for Rawieng’s future good behaviour.
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