. Two years in the jungle : the experiences of a hunter and naturalist in India, Ceylon, the Malay Peninsula and Borneo . y—to such a dehghtful wilderness. It was the finesthunting-ground I saw anywhere in Sarawak. I was sure that suchhigh ground and fine open forest must be fiequented by correspond-ingly fine mammals and birds in great numbeis, for it seemed tome just the spot an animal would choose for a home—I would havebeen content to end my days there, had I been a monkey—and theDyaks assiu^ed me my surmise was con-ect. In order to place before the reader a pen picture of our dailylife in
. Two years in the jungle : the experiences of a hunter and naturalist in India, Ceylon, the Malay Peninsula and Borneo . y—to such a dehghtful wilderness. It was the finesthunting-ground I saw anywhere in Sarawak. I was sure that suchhigh ground and fine open forest must be fiequented by correspond-ingly fine mammals and birds in great numbeis, for it seemed tome just the spot an animal would choose for a home—I would havebeen content to end my days there, had I been a monkey—and theDyaks assiu^ed me my surmise was con-ect. In order to place before the reader a pen picture of our dailylife in the jungle with the Dyaks, what we did, saw, and thought, Iventure to transcribe a portion of my much despised but faithfullykept journal. November 1st.—That fine young Dyak accompanies me regu-larly now as a guide, and with him and my faithful little Malay man,Dobah, I went out hunting for orang-utans and Hylohates. Wehunted far and wide over the hills, saw a great number of miasnests, but no mias. But we at last became absorbed in trying tokill a gibbon, and it soon developed into genuine sport, about the. a,o to 5o I. m O. o H a to O toa -J2 A MONTH WITH THE DYAKS. 415 only real sport I have yet bad in Borneo, and this is about thechai-acter of it. You ai-e going along, we will say, at the heels of yom- Dyakguide, carrying your rifle in the hope of a shot at big game, whilethe guide carries your double-barrelled gun. All at once you heara slight vocal sound and a profound rusthug in the thick branchesat the top of a tall tree, directly over your head. Apa iai ? (Whats that ?), you ask in a whisper. Wah-wah, tuan ! (gibbons, sir !), says the guide in the sametone. You take the double-barrel, loaded with No. 1 shot, and peeranxiously upward to catch sight of the animal. Ah! there he is,on the other side of the tree, and eridently ipaking ofif. You can-not see his body on account of the leaves, so you steal quickly roundand get directly under him to give him a surprise
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