There we were, that evening, the recent enemy and I, sitting over the spot where the precious jars were stored. Rawieng’s conduct at our party showed that he did not bear malice, though it was but a few weeks since he and his people had tendered their submission to the Rajah’s Government. His tribe had become weary of wandering as outcasts in the forests, and the only food they could obtain--wild fruits, game, and anything they might pick up--was not sufficient. Although there were many warriors present who had followed Mr. Bampfylde’s expedition and lent a helping hand in punishing Rawieng’s tribe, it was amusing to hear the old man holding forth before these people as to the completeness of his defeat. “Tuan Bampy (for so he pronounced Mr. Bampfylde’s name) was a very pandi (clever) Tuan. He could fight for the Rajah and punish evil-doers, and, above all, he knew not what fear was.” Imbued as all these people are with a veneration for courage, Rawieng expatiated at length as to the risks run by the white man’s attacking force, and how thoroughly he and his people had been vanquished. Then, The Bald-Headed Hawk, The Cobra, The Torrent of Blood, and other old chiefs seeing that Rawieng and I were holding an animated conversation, and disliking being left out in the cold, joined us, and thus turned the channel of our talk into other directions. The refreshments having again been handed round, and other dances being in the programme, Mingo decided that some of the Dyaks should now entertain us. Three warriors came into the cleared space in the centre of the room, dressed in bark waistcloths, their black hair streaming down their backs. One man played the keluri, a Kayan instrument, made of bamboos of different lengths and sizes, fixed on a gourd, and in sound resembling bagpipes, although softer and more musical. To the tune of the keluri these men danced the deer dance, the monkey dance, and the mouse-deer dance, winding up with the head dance, this being considered the “clou” of the evening. Two performers wore their war dress for the occasion. Their arms were thrust into sleeveless jackets, covered with rows upon rows of hornbill’s feathers, which stood out like the quills of a porcupine at every movement of the dancers. In one hand they grasped long, narrow-pointed shields, ornamented with a monstrous human face--two round staring eyes, a stroke that served for the nose, and a wide mouth with teeth sticking out--painted in red and black, over which hung patches of human hair. In the other hand they held sharp swords, which play a great part in such performances.