great; and although, with the exception of the guns, of no value to
us, it was very much so to our native followers.
After we had destroyed every thing, we received a flag of truce,
when similar explanations and promises were made as at Paddi and
Pakoo; and here ended for the present, the warlike part of our
expedition. The punishment we had inflicted was severe, but not
more than the crime of their horrid piracies deserved. A few heads
were brought away by our Dyak followers, as trophies; but there was
no unnecessary sacrifice of life, and I do not believe there was
a woman or child hurt. The destruction of these places astonished
the whole country beyond description. In addition to the distance
and difficulty of access to their strongly-fortified positions, they
looked for protection from the bore that usually ran up the Sarebus,
and which they imagined none but their own boats could manage. As the
different Malay chiefs heard that, in ten days, a handful of white men
had totally destroyed their strongholds, they shook their heads, and
exclaimed, "God is great!" and the Dyaks declared that the Tuan Besar
(Mr. Brooke) had charmed the river to quiet the bore, [17] and that
the whites were invulnerable. Although this expedition would have a
great moral effect on all the more respectable and thinking natives,
inasmuch as the inhabitants of the places destroyed were looked upon,
from the large proportion of Malays, as more civilized than their
formidable and savage neighbors, the Dyaks inhabiting the Sakarran
river; still, it was not to be supposed, when the settlements of Paddi,
Pakoo, and Rembas could not be responsible for the good behavior of
one another, that it was probable the severe lesson taught them would
have any great effect on the Sakarrans.
On regaining the tope at Boling, we found our assistant surgeon,
Dr. Simpson, who had been left in charge of the sick, laid up with
fever and ague. For conveniency's sake, the wounded men had been
removed to a large native boat; and while the doctor was passing
along the edge of the boat, his foot slipped, he fell overboard,
and not being much of a swimmer, and a strong tide running, he was
a good while in the water, though a native went after him. He had,
for some time past, been in bad health; but the cold he then caught
brought on inflammation in the lungs, under the effects of which he
sank soon after our return to Singapore. Poor Simpson! he was not
only clever in his profession, but endeared to us all by his kind
and gentle manner, so grateful to the sick. There were few of us,
while in China, who had not come under his hands, and experienced
his tender, soothing, and unremitting attention.
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