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THE RAJAH OF SARAWAK</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="h1head ls">MY LIFE<br> +IN SARAWAK</p> +</div> + +<p class="p2 center tall">BY<br> +<span class="muchlarger">THE RANEE OF SARAWAK</span></p> + +<p class="p2 center"><span class="allsmcap">PREFACE BY</span><br><br> +<span class="larger">SIR FRANK SWETTENHAM, <abbr title="Knight Grand Cross">G.C.M.G.</abbr></span><br> +<span class="allsmcap">GOVERNOR OF THE STRAITS COLONY<br> +HIGH COMMISSIONER FOR THE FEDERATED MALAY STATES AND<br> +LATE CONSUL-GENERAL FOR BORNEO</span></p> + +<p class="p2 center allsmcap">WITH TWENTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS AND A MAP</p> + +<p class="p2 center tall">METHUEN & CO. LTD.<br> +36 ESSEX STREET W.C.<br> +LONDON</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"> +<i>First Published in 1913</i> +</p> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[vii]</span> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE">PREFACE</h2></div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">It</span> is well for the Malay races of Sarawak +that they should find an advocate in their +Ranee, for she loves them. To know Ranee +Brooke is to know that, and those who read her +<cite>Life in Sarawak</cite> will realize this fact to the full, +and will feel that, in the years she spent with these +simple people, she must have proved it to them and +won their confidence by her sympathy. That is the +only way to get at the hearts of a Malay people, +and though the native population of this section of +Borneo is divided into at least two sections,—​Malays +and Dyaks,—​differing widely in religion, customs, +and language, they are still members of the great +Malay family which is spread over the Malay +Peninsula, Sumatra, Java, Borneo, the islands of the +Archipelago, and farther afield. It is well for any of +the Malay race that they should find a sympathetic +writer to tell the world something of their little lives, +for they are a silent and exclusive people. They do +not understand publicity, they do not want it, so long +as they are fairly and justly treated; indeed, superficial +observers might think that Malays do not really care +how they are governed, and that it is a matter of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[viii]</span> +indifference to them whether they are treated well or +ill. Those who take the trouble to win his regard +know that the Malay is as keenly interested in his +own and his country’s affairs as are those of other +nationalities. He is humble about his own capacity, +and that of his fellow-countrymen, to organize and +endeavour, to frame a scheme of righteous government +and to ensue it. He will, if properly approached +and considerately handled by Europeans, be the first +to admit that they understand the business better, +that they are more trustworthy in matters of justice +and money, and that they have a conception of +duty, of method, and especially a power of continuous +application to work, which is foreign and irksome—​indeed +well-nigh impossible—​to him. Treat him +fairly, reasonably, justly, remember that he represents +the people of the country for whose benefit, as Lord +Curzon of Kedleston said, the white man is there, +and, though the white man retains in his own hands +the principal offices, the real power, and the work +which is his burden, the Malay will give him admiration, +gratitude, and loyal support, and show no sign +of jealousy or impatience. If one bears in mind, as +indeed one must, that the growth of the white man’s +influence, and the adoption of that advice which we +say makes for good government, mean always the +lessening of the Malay’s authority and the curtailment +or abolition of his privileges,—​very often bad +privileges in our opinion,—​it is surely rather wonderful +and rather admirable that he should accept his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[ix]</span> +fate with such a good, often even a charming, grace. +The Malay does not always approve of our methods, +and sometimes they are really indefensible, but, +though he disapproves, what is he to say? To +whom is he to complain, and how? We sometimes +learn his language, because that is necessary for our +benefit; we even take trouble to inquire about his +customs and other matters concerning him and his +life; but very, very rarely does he learn either our +language, or enough of our customs, to make himself +heard effectively. He realizes this better than almost +any other thing, and therefore, being a fatalist, he +accepts what comes because he knows there is no +other way. Given his nature, his traditions, his way +of life through all the generations, and his present +disabilities, how is he to do otherwise? When you +have handed over to others the control of everything +you once had, can you complain to them of breach +of faith, or even of little things like the neglect of +your interests when they happen to clash with your +controllers’ wishes or ambitions? Western people, in +humble or subordinate positions, sometimes find it +difficult to assert themselves, or what they believe to +be their rights; to the Malay it is impossible.</p> + +<p>That being so, one would imagine that every +white man who comes into a position of authority +amongst such a people, so circumstanced, will be +doubly and trebly careful to remember that the +greater his power, the more need there is not only to +seek, with single purpose, the benefit of “the people +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span> +of the country,” but to champion their cause—​when +he knows it is right—​against all comers, and if need +be to his own detriment. To betray Malays, is like +taking a mean advantage of a blind man who has +put his hand in yours, in the firm belief that he is +safe in his blind trust of you. To take advantage of +that trust should be unthinkable. I am not writing +of the customs of what is called business, nor even of +the ways of rival powers; for in both these cases the +means employed are less regarded than the end to be +gained, and success justifies all things. I am only +dealing with the mission of the white man when, for +any reason whatever, he undertakes to administer +the affairs of a people who possess a possibly rich +territory, but are unskilled in the art of administration. +That was the case of Sarawak when Sir +James Brooke undertook its pacification and development +in 1841. This is not the place to describe the +task set before the first white Rajah of Sarawak, but +it is, I think, the opportunity to point the moral of an +achievement which probably has no parallel. James +Brooke must have been a man for whom the soft +life of cities had no attraction, but he did not +approach the problem of enforcing peace in a greatly +disturbed province of Borneo as large as England, +and suppressing piracy on its coasts, in the spirit +of an adventurer; he described his objects in the +following words: “It is a grand experiment, which, if +it succeeds, will bestow a blessing on these poor +people; and their children’s children shall bless +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[xi]</span> +me. If it please God to permit me to give a stamp +to this country which shall last after I am no more, +I shall have lived a life which emperors might envy. +If by dedicating myself to the task I am able to +introduce better customs and settled laws, and to +raise the feeling of the people so that their rights can +never in future be wantonly infringed, I shall indeed +be content and happy.”</p> + +<p>Those were his intentions, and to that end he +worked for twenty-six years with a success as +remarkable as his own devotion and abnegation of +self-interest. When James Brooke died in 1868 he +left to his nephew and appointed successor, the +present Rajah of Sarawak, a peaceful and contented +country, the hearts of whose people he had won by +studying them, their interests, their customs, their +peculiarities, and their happiness, and to them he +gave his life and energy and everything he possessed. +It was a remarkable achievement, and he left to the +country of his adoption the “stamp” of his heart’s +desire. Much more than that, he established a +precedent on which his successor has acted with +unswerving consistency for the last forty-six years; +it is the stamp of Brooke rule, and so long as it lasts +all will be well with Sarawak.</p> + +<p>Interesting and successful as were the methods of +administration introduced and established in Sarawak +by Sir James Brooke and the present Rajah, I cannot +go into them. It is sufficient to say that Sarawak +has been ruled by the Brookes “for the benefit of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[xii]</span> +people of the country,” and Mr. Alleyne Ireland, +who was well qualified to form a sound judgment, +wrote in 1905, after spending two months in +travelling up and down the coast and in the interior: +“I find myself unable to express the high opinion I +have formed of the administration of the country +without a fear that I shall lay myself open to the +charge of exaggeration. With such knowledge of +administrative systems in the tropics as may be +gained by actual observation in almost every part of +the British Empire except the African Colonies, I +can say that in no country which I have ever visited +are there to be observed so many signs of a wise and +generous rule, such abundant indications of good +government, as are to be seen on every hand in +Sarawak.” Again, in the same book, <cite>Far Eastern +Tropics</cite>, Mr. Ireland wrote: “The impression of +the country which I carry away with me is that of a +land full of contentment and prosperity, a land in +which neither the native nor the white man has +pushed his views of life to their logical conclusion, +but where each has been willing to yield to the other +something of his extreme conviction. There has +been here a tacit understanding on both sides that +those qualities which alone can ensure the <em>permanence</em> +of good government in the State are to be found in +the white man and not in the native; and the final +control remains, therefore, in European hands, although +every opportunity is taken of consulting the +natives and of benefiting by their intimate knowledge +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</span> +of the country and of the people.” That is high +praise from an experienced critic, but not too high, +and the last words of Mr. Ireland’s sentence cannot +be insisted upon too urgently when dealing with +Malays. In Sarawak, the fact which is most +striking and which must command the admiration +of every man, especially of those who have been +associated intimately with the administration of +Eastern peoples and their lands, is that throughout +the long years from 1841 to the present time, the +two white Rajahs of Sarawak spent practically their +whole lives in this remote corner of Asia, devoting +their best energies to the prosperity and the happiness +of their subjects, whilst taking from the country, of +which they were the absolute Rulers, only the most +modest income. That has been the admirable and +unusual “stamp” of Brooke rule: to live with the +people, to make their happiness the first consideration, +and to refuse wealth at their expense. +Nothing would have been easier—​certainly for the +present Rajah—​than to live at ease in some pleasant +Western land, with perhaps an occasional visit to +Sarawak, and to devote to his own use revenues +which he has spent for the benefit of Sarawak and its +people. The State is rich in resources, mineral and +agricultural; to many it would have seemed most +natural to fill the place with Chinese or to grant +concessions to Europeans. Either of these courses +would have meant a large accession of revenue, and +no one would have thought it strange had the Ruler +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</span> +of the country spent whatever proportion seemed +good to him on himself. Only the people of the +country would have suffered; but they, probably, +would have considered that it was perfectly natural, +and, had they thought otherwise, it would have made +no difference, for it is not their habit to complain +publicly of the doings of their Rulers. The Rajahs of +Sarawak have made “the benefit of the people of the +country” the business of their lives; all honour to +them for their high purpose. That the tradition they +have established by seventy-two years of devotion, of +personal care of the affairs of Sarawak, should be +continued and perpetuated must be the prayer of all +who love Malays.</p> + +<p>I make a final quotation from Mr. Ireland’s book. +It is this: “Nothing could better serve to exhibit at +once the strength and the weakness of a despotic +form of government than the present condition of +Sarawak, for if it be true that the wisdom, tolerance, +and sympathy of the present Rajah have moulded the +country to the extraordinary state of tranquil prosperity +which it now enjoys, the power of an unwise +or wicked ruler to throw the country back into a +condition of barbarism must be admitted as a +necessary corollary. The advent of such a ruler is, +however, in the highest degree improbable.”</p> + +<p>Every one must hope that a departure from the +Brooke tradition is impossible, and as the matter is +wholly within the discretion of the present Rajah, who +knows better than anyone else what is necessary to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[xv]</span> +secure the objects set out by his predecessor, and +confirmed and secured by his own rule, there is no +reason to fear for the future of Sarawak. Any real +man would be proud to take up and help to perpetuate +so great an inheritance. When the time +comes, he will remember the words of the first Rajah +Brooke: “If it please God to permit me to give a +stamp to this country which shall last after I am no +more, I shall have lived a life which emperors might +envy,” and he will begin his rule with the knowledge +that his predecessor spent his whole life in making +good the promise of those words.</p> + +<p class="right"> +F. A. S. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap smaller">London</span>, <i>22nd September 1913</i> +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</span> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION</h2></div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Every one</span> has heard of Rajah Brooke. +He was my husband’s uncle, and this is +how he became ruler of Sarawak.</p> + +<p>Borneo is one of the largest islands of the world. +The Dutch occupy three parts of its territory. The +British North Borneo Company, a group of Englishmen, +have established themselves in the north, and +Sarawak, with its five hundred miles of coast-line and +its fifty thousand square miles of land, is situated on +the north-west. Until some four hundred years ago, +at the time of Pigafetta’s visit to Brunei, Borneo was +almost unknown to Europe, but ever since then, at +various periods, Dutch, Portuguese, and English +have attempted to gain a footing in the island. The +Dutch, however, were the most successful, for it was +only in 1839 that the English obtained a firm hold of +a portion of this much disputed land. It must be +remembered that owing to the murders of Englishmen +who attempted to trade with Brunei in 1788, +1803, and 1806, the Admiralty issued a warning as to +the dangers attendant upon English merchants engaging +in commercial ventures with the Sultan of Brunei +and his people. About forty years went by without +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</span> +English people making further attempts to trade in +that part of the world, until one day, in August 1839, +James Brooke, the future white Rajah of Sarawak, +appeared upon the scene, and it was due to his bold +but vague designs that peace, prosperity, and just +government were subsequently established in a +country hitherto torn with dissension and strife. +James Brooke had always felt a great interest in +those lands of the Malayan Archipelago. As a very +young man he had held a commission in the army +of the British East India Company, and had seen +active service in Burmah. He was seriously wounded +during the Burmese war, invalided home, and finally +resigned his commission. He then made two voyages +to the Strait Settlements and to China, and it is +to be supposed that his interest in that part of the +world dates from that period of his life. At his +father’s death, he inherited a small fortune, which +he invested in the purchase of a yacht of 140 tons, +in which he set sail in 1838 for the Eastern +Archipelago. In those days, the Sultan of Brunei +owned the extreme north of the island, and his territory +stretched as far as what is called Cape Datu, +now belonging to the Rajah. Whilst staying at +Singapore, James Brooke heard rumours of a rebellion +by the Malays of Sarawak against their Sultan, for +both the Sultan and his Brunei nobles (many of +whom were of Arabic descent), in order to enrich +themselves, had instituted a tyrannous and oppressive +government against the people. When Brooke +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xix">[xix]</span> +arrived in Sarawak, he made the acquaintance of the +Sultan’s Viceroy, Rajah Muda Hassim, who was an +uncle of the Sultan of Brunei, and the acknowledged +heir to the Sultanate. Hence his title Rajah Muda +and Sultan Muda, meaning heir-apparent. They +made friends, when the Malay Governor confided +in Brooke and besought his help in quelling the +rebellion. Brooke consented, and the rebellion was +soon at an end. The rebels, determined not to fall +back under the yoke of their former tyrants and +oppressors, implored Brooke to become their Rajah +and Governor. Rajah Muda Hassim was favourable +to the people’s request, and in 1841 Brooke +was proclaimed Rajah of Sarawak amidst the rejoicing +of its population. Rajah Muda Hassim, as +representative of the Sultan, signed a document +resigning his title and authority to the Englishman, +and in 1842 Brooke, being desirous of obtaining +from the Sultan himself an additional proof of his +goodwill towards his position in Sarawak, visited +the potentate in Brunei, when the Sultan confirmed +his title as independent Rajah of Sarawak. +On the other hand, it is interesting to realize that +Rajah Muda Hassim was never in any sense Rajah +of Sarawak, that country then not being a Raj, but a +simple province misruled by Brunei Governors who +never bore the title of Rajah, for after all Rajah +Muda Hassim did not abdicate in favour of Brooke, +but it was the people themselves who insisted on +Sarawak being independent of the Sultan’s and his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xx">[xx]</span> +emissaries’ authority, and chose Brooke as their own +Rajah, thus regaining their former independence.</p> + +<p>When James Brooke first became Rajah of Sarawak +in 1841, the area of his country known as +Sarawak proper comprised some seven thousand +square miles in extent.</p> + +<p>It might be as well to give a short account of the +manner in which the first white ruler of Sarawak +organized his Government. The Sarawak Malay +nobles, the Datus or chiefs that governed the State +before James Brooke’s accession to power, and who +had been superseded and driven into rebellion by the +Brunei nobles, the Sultan’s emissaries, were recalled +by James Brooke and chosen to help in carrying out +his Government. When in the course of years these +nobles died, their sons or members of the same aristocratic +families (but always with the approval of the +people) were, and are, chosen to fill the vacant places. +The first of these chiefs who helped to inaugurate +and establish James Brooke’s Government was a +gallant Malay gentleman called Datu Patinggi Ali, +who was a direct descendant of Rajah Jarum, the +founder of Sarawak, who led his people against +the oppression of Brunei, and found death by the +side of James Brooke, sword in hand, fighting for +his and his people’s cause. His son, the Datu +Bandar, Haji Bua Hassan, held office for sixty +years, and died a few years ago in Kuching, over +one hundred years of age. He was a brave and +upright man; intelligent and wide-minded in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</span> +Council, and a true friend of the Rajah’s, of our +sons, and of mine. Datu Isa, to whose memory I +have dedicated this book, was his wife, and I only +wish it were in my power to put into words her +charming, sympathetic personality, and make it +understood how, in her blameless useful life, she set +a high standard of conduct amongst the Malay +women of Kuching.</p> + +<p>The present Datu Bandar, Muhammad Kasim, +and the Datu Imaum, Haji Muhammad Ali, are the +sons of the late Datu Bandar and of Datu Isa. +These four great Malay officials are members of the +Supreme Council and assistant judges of the Supreme +Court. The Datu Bandar, premier Datu and +Malay magistrate, is president of the Muhammadan +Probate Divorce Court. The Datu Imaum is the +religious head of the Muhammadan community. +The Datu Tumanggong’s title, signifying that of +Commander-in-Chief or fighting Datu, is no longer +employed in that capacity, but ranks next to +the Bandar as peaceful member of the Council, +whilst the Datu Hakim is adviser in Muhammadan +law.</p> + +<p>Now that a very short account has been given +as to the principal Malayan officials in Sarawak, we +must turn back to the year 1841 and take up the +thread of our story. At that time the more northern +rivers outside Sarawak were infested by pirates, +who, under the leadership of Brunei nobles, devastated +adjacent lands. The first Rajah, backed by his loyal +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</span> +subjects, made many expeditions against these +criminal tribes. In 1849, Her Majesty’s ship <i>Dido</i>, +commanded by Sir Harry Keppel, came to his aid, +when the combined forces of Malays and Dyaks, +strengthened by the crew of Her Majesty’s ship, +completely scoured out the nests of the redoubtable +piratical hordes, and an end was put to their +devastation in those regions. Little by little the +authority and strength of the white Rajah’s government +became acknowledged, even by the ci-devant +miscreants themselves, and the inhabitants of the +more northern rivers, realizing that after all honesty +is the best policy, willingly laid down their arms and +clamoured to be enrolled in the territory of the great +white chief.</p> + +<p>Being monarch of all he surveyed, unfettered by +tradition, and owning no obedience to the red-tapeism +of Europe, Rajah Brooke laid the foundations of one of +the most original and, so far as justice goes, successful +Governments that perhaps has ever been known, its +most salient feature being that from its very beginning +the natives of the place were represented by +their own people, and had the right to vote for and +against any law that was made by their Government. +Brooke established stations in the mouths of the +principal rivers, and in each of these stations were +appointed one or two English officials to represent +the white ruler. Billian or iron wood forts were built +in each of these settlements, and a small force of +Malays, armed with muskets and small cannons, was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</span> +placed there in order to enforce obedience to the +laws of the new Government and to inspire confidence +in its supporters. The duty of these officials, called +Governors or Residents, was to protect the people +from the tyranny of some of the higher classes of +Malays, to prevent head-hunting, and to discourage +disorder. The co-operation of local chiefs and +headmen was elicited to help in this good work, and +one cannot repeat too often that such native coadjutors +have been the mainstay of the Rajah’s +Government, and so they must always remain. The +present Rajah and his uncle have strictly adhered +to this excellent policy of associating the natives +with the government of their country. James Brooke +began his law codes in respecting and maintaining +whatever was not positively detrimental in the laws +and customs as he found them. Instead of imposing +European made laws upon the people, Muhammadan +law and custom has been maintained whenever +it affects Muhammadanism. No favouritism +is allowed, and any white man infringing the laws +of the country would be treated in exactly the same +way as would be the natives of the soil. In the +<cite>Sarawak Gazette</cite> of 1872, the present Rajah at the +beginning of his reign wrote these words: “A +Government such as that of Sarawak may start +from things as we find them, putting its veto on +what is dangerous or unjust, and supporting what +is fair and equitable in the usages of the natives, +and letting system and legislation wait upon occasion. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</span> +When new wants are felt, it examines and +provides for them by measures rather made on the +spot than imported from abroad; and, to ensure that +these shall not be contrary to native customs, the +consent of the people is gained for them before they +are put in force. The white man’s so-called privilege +of class is made little of, and the rulers of government +are framed with greater care for the interests of the +majority who are not Europeans, than for those of +the minority of superior race.”</p> + +<p>The Supreme Council consists of four Malay +officials, together with three or four of the principal +European officers; the Rajah presides over all its deliberations. +The Malay members of the Council always +take an active and prominent part in its decisions. +Every three years a State Council meets at Kuching, +under the presidency of the Rajah, consisting of the +members of the Supreme Council, the European +Residents in charge of the more important districts, +and the principal native chiefs, some seventy in +number, who come from all the important districts of +the principality. At this meeting questions of general +interest as to the government of the country are +discussed; the members are informed of any recent +question relating to public affairs, and are told of the +general progress achieved in the Government, or of +anything pertaining to the State since the Council’s +last meeting. Each member is formally sworn in and +takes an oath of loyalty to the Rajah and his Government. +It would be very tempting to anyone who is +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxv">[xxv]</span> +as interested as I am in the prosperity of the country +to give more details regarding the incessant work +required in order that each law as it is made should +be satisfactory and meet the requirements of the +whole of the Sarawak people; suffice it to say that +the Rajah, his English officers, and his Malay chiefs +are indefatigable in their endeavours to promote +trade and commerce, peace and prosperity amongst +the people. I have only a short space in which +to speak of these more important matters, and I +can only hope that the very slight sketch I have +given in the limited space at my disposal of the past +and present history of Sarawak may induce those +whom it interests to seek further information in the +many volumes that have already been written on the +subject. It might perhaps not be amiss to mention +the two last books published on Sarawak, these being +<cite>The White Rajahs of Sarawak</cite>, by Messrs. Bampfylde +and Baring-Gould, and <cite>The Pagan Tribes of +Borneo</cite>, by those two well-known English scientists—​Dr. +Hose and Mr. McDougall. It must be remembered +that Mr. Bampfylde and Dr. Hose +occupied for years very important posts in the Rajah’s +Government, and on that account their experience of +the people and the country must be invaluable.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxvi">[xxvi]</span> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS">LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2></div> + +<table> +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">H.H. The Rajah of Sarawak</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#frontis"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr muchsmaller" colspan="3">FACING PAGE</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">The Author</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0021">2</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1">From a Painting by Mrs. <span class="smcap">Alfred Sotheby</span></td> + <td colspan="2"></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">The Rajah’s Arrival at Astana, after a Visit to Europe</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0081">8</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Part of Datu Bay, near Santubong</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0141">14</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">A Room in the Astana</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0221">22</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Datu Isa and her Granddaughters</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0261">26</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Sea-Dyaks in War Dress</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0341">34</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Sea-Dyak Woman weaving a Cotton Petticoat</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0581">58</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Mail Steamers’ Wharf and Trading Vessels at Anchor, + near Embankment in Kuching Bazaar</span> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_0621">62</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Tuan Muda of Sarawak</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎫</td> + <td></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">H.H. The Rajah Muda of Sarawak</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎬ + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#i_0981">98</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Tuan Bungsu of Sarawak with his little Son, Jimmie + Brooke</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎭</td> + <td></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">The Daiang Muda</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎫</td> + <td></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">H.H. The Ranee Muda</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎬ + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#i_1021">102</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">The Daiang Bungsu</span></td> + <td class="tdr">⎭</td> + <td></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">The Author and Ima, in the Morning Room at Astana, + Kuching</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1361">136</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Sun setting behind the Mountain of Matang</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1501">150</a></td></tr> + + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Daiang Sahada, Daiang Lehut, Mrs. Maxwell, and the + Author</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1581">158</a> + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxvii">[xxvii]</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Verandah in Daiang Sahada’s House at Kuching</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1641">164</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Daiang Lehut, Daiang Sahada’s Daughter</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1661">166</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Inchi Bakar, School Master, Kuching</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_1741">174</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Malay Boy striking Fire from Dry Tinder</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2001">200</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Salleh, a Tanjong Chief, playing on the Nose Flute, + with two Tanjong Attendants</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2541">254</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Hut containing Eatables to refresh the God of Sickness, + Batang Lupar River</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2601">260</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Panau, a Sea-Dyak Chief</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2821">282</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">An Encampment up the Batang Lupar River</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2881">288</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Bachelor House at Munggo Babi, Bertram’s Residence + during our Stay</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_2981">298</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh"><span class="smcap">Map</span></td> + <td class="tdr vlb" colspan="2"><a href="#i_a0010-a0020"><i>Front Cover</i></a></td></tr> +</table> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span> +<h2 class="nobreak">MY LIFE IN SARAWAK</h2> +</div> + +<h3 id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER <abbr title="One">I</abbr></h3> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">When</span> I remember Sarawak, its remoteness, +the dreamy loveliness of its landscape, the +childlike confidence its people have in their +rulers, I long to take the first ship back to it, never +to leave it again. How it happened that as a young +English girl I came into intimate contact with the +people of Sarawak is as follows: In 1868, on the +death of the first English Rajah of Sarawak, his +nephew and successor came to England and visited +my mother, who was his cousin. On his return to +Borneo in the early seventies, I accompanied him as +his wife.</p> + +<p>Looking over the diaries I kept in those days, +they throw little light upon the new surroundings in +which I found myself. I had received the limited +education given to girls in that mid-Victorian period; +I had been taught music, dancing, and could speak +two or three European languages; but as regards the +important things in life, these had never been thought +of consequence to my education.</p> + +<p>I was sea-sick almost the whole way from Marseilles +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span> +to Singapore, so that when we stayed at the +various ports on our way out—​Aden, Ceylon, +Penang, etc.—​I was much too ill to take any interest +in them. I remember that in Singapore we received +invitations from the Governor and from the residents +of the place to stay with them on our way to Sarawak; +but I felt ill, and the Rajah and I thought it +best to take up our quarters at an hotel. However, we +dined with the Governor and his wife, Sir Harry and +Lady Ord, and I do not think I had ever met kinder +people. The Chief Justice and his wife, Sir Benson +and Lady Maxwell, were also charming to us, asking +us to spend a day with them at their country house +near Singapore. This we did, and it was all delightful +and lovely, barring the fact that I met none of +the Singapore natives on these occasions.</p> + +<p>It was at Singapore that I first tasted tropical +fruits—​mangoes, mangosteens, a fruit called the soursop, +tasting like cotton wool dipped in vinegar and +sugar; also many other kinds—​all of which, under +the distempered state of my mind, owing to the +journey, I thought positively repulsive. As to the +delights of first impressions in the tropics, I must say +I did not share in those feelings. I hated the heat, +the damp clammy feel of those equatorial regions, +and I then thought that I should never find happiness +in such countries.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0021"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0021.jpg" + alt="Author"> + <p class="caption">THE AUTHOR<br> + FROM A PAINTING BY MRS. ALFRED SOTHEBY</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>After a few days spent in Singapore, we embarked +in the Rajah’s yacht, the <i>Heartsease</i>. She was a +wooden gunboat of 250 tons, and her admirers had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> +told me she was as lively as a duck in the water. +This behaviour on her part was exceedingly annoying +to me during the passage to Kuching, a journey +which took two days. It was on board the <i>Heartsease</i> +that I had my first experience of cockroaches +and rats, and these kept me in a perpetual state of +terror at night. Cockroaches are like black beetles, +only much larger, flatter, and tawny brown in colour. +At the approach of rain they are particularly lively, +and as rain falls daily in this region, their habits are +offensive to human beings. They fly or spring from +great distances, and alight on their victims. I +remember how they startled me by jumping on to +my face, arms and hands, as I lay in my bunk trying +to get to sleep. The tiny prick of their spiky, spindly +legs was a hateful experience.</p> + +<p>Every one must be familiar with rats more or less +at a distance, but the <i>Heartsease’s</i> rats were disconcertingly +friendly. They glided up and down the +floor of my cabin, sometimes scratching at my pillow, +which did not add to my comfort.</p> + +<p>It was on the third morning after leaving +Singapore, that I suddenly felt the ship moving in +absolutely smooth waters. This encouraged me to +crawl up on deck, and look around me at the scenery. +It was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The tide +was on the turn, and the morning mist was still +hanging about the watery forests on the banks and +about the high mountains of the interior, and as it +swept across the river it brought with it that curious, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span> +sweet, indefinable smell, half-aromatic and half-sickly, +making one think unaccountably of malaria. +I remember that I felt very cold, for everything +I touched was dripping with dew. I could see the +high mountain of Santubong, a great green cliff +rising almost out of the water to a height of about +three thousand feet, covered to its summit with +luxuriant forests. At the foot of the mountain was +a great expanse of sand, over which enormous brown +boulders were scattered, as though giants had been +disturbed at a game of ninepins. At the back of +the sandy shore grew groves of Casuarina trees (the +natives call them “talking trees,” from the sound +they make when a breeze stirs their lace-like +branches), looking as though the slightest puff might +blow them all away in clouds of dark green smoke.</p> + +<p>Brown huts, made of dried palm leaves and +built on poles, dotted the beach, and small canoes +tethered to the shore held little brown naked children, +playing and baling out the water. Women were +washing clothes on the river-banks. They were +clothed in one long, clinging garment, folded and +tucked under their armpits, and their straight, long, +black hair was drawn into huge knots at the nape +of their necks. All this I saw as in a vision; the +people were too far off for me to distinguish their +features, and the incoming tide was carrying us up +the river at a swift pace.</p> + +<p>Here and there, on our way up, we met Chinamen +standing in the stern of swift, small, narrow canoes, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> +propelling their boats gondolier fashion, with cargoes +of fish for the Kuching market. We passed boats of +all sorts and sizes, from the small sampan scooped +out of a single tree trunk, with its solitary paddler, +to the larger house-boats belonging to Malays, filled +with women and children. These were roofed in to +shelter their inmates from the rain or sun, and were +usually propelled by old men sitting in the bows +cross-legged, wearing dirty white cotton drawers and +jauntily placed conical hats, which sometimes allowed +the folds of turbans to be seen, these showing that +the wearers had been to Mecca. My attention was +attracted by one very small canoe, for I saw, sitting +amidships, an old woman huddled up in a cotton +scarf. A tiny boy, perfectly naked, was bravely +paddling her along, whilst he shouted insults to his +poor old lady passenger as our steamer passed by.</p> + +<p>It was on this morning also, that I made the +acquaintance of the Malay crew of our yacht. Like +all people suddenly finding themselves for the first +time in the midst of an alien race, I thought the +sailors all looked alike. I elicited from the Rajah +that some were young and some were old, but whether +aged eighteen or fifty, I could see no difference in +them at all. They all had the same almost bridgeless +noses, wide nostrils, thick lips, dark restless eyes, and +the lanky hair belonging to their Mongolian race. +I tried to make up to them in a feeble way; I looked +at them and smiled as they went to and fro, but they +only bent double as they passed, paying no more +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> +attention to my friendly advances than they did to +my cane chair. They were the gentlest moving +things I had ever seen; yet apparently, their work +did not suffer, for I was told that they were as +efficient as any ordinary European crew.</p> + +<p>The Rajah was accompanied on the occasion by +one of his officers who had come to meet us at +Singapore. As we three sat on deck, I thought they +were the most silent pair I had ever come across. +I wanted to know about the country, and asked +questions, but no satisfactory answer could be +obtained, and I was gently made to understand that +I had better find things out for myself. I wanted to +know about the mangroves which grew in the mud, +and which at high tide stand “knee-deep in the +flood.” I wanted to know about those great forests +of nipa palms, like gigantic hearse plumes, fringing +the river-banks, and from which I had been told in +Singapore that sixteen different and most useful +products to commerce could be obtained. I wanted +to know the names of long, slender palms towering +over the other vegetation farther inland, whose glossy +fronds swaying in the morning breeze looked like +green and graceful diadems. Then I saw great +things like logs of wood lying on the mud, and when +these moved, and went with a sickening flop into the +water, I had to find out for myself that they were the +first crocodiles of my acquaintance. I saw the black +and mobile faces of monkeys peering at us from +between the branches overhanging the water, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> +grimacing like angry old men at our intrusion into +their solitude, and to my inquiry as to what kind of +monkeys they were, the usual indifferent answer was +given. I remember trying to make friends with the +English officer from Sarawak, with the object of +eliciting from him some facts about the place, but my +questions did not meet with any very interesting +responses, and I soon found out that I should have +to make my own discoveries about the country, and +from that moment I simply panted to understand the +Malay language and make friends with the people +belonging to the place.</p> + +<p>Although here and there we met a few boats +coming up the river, some of the reaches were +deserted and silent as the grave. I was exceedingly +lonely, and felt as though I had fallen into a phantom +land, in the midst of a lost and silent world. But +even in such out-of-the-way places people have to +be fed, and I remember my first meal in Sarawak, +brought to me by the Chinese steward. There were +captain’s biscuits, lumps of tinned butter slipping +about the plate like oil, one boiled egg which +had seen its best days, and the cup of Chinese tea, +innocent of milk, which the Rajah and his friend +seemed to enjoy, but which I thought extremely +nasty. The quiet, matter-of-fact way in which they +participated in this unpalatable meal surprised me, +but I thought that perhaps I, too, might in time look +upon such things as mere trifles.</p> + +<p>At last, after steaming in silence for about two and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> +a half hours up the Sarawak River, I heard the booming +of guns—​the salute fired to the Rajah on his +return from England—​and rounding the last reach +leading up to Kuching, the capital, I saw the Fort +on the right-hand bank on a hill covered with closely +cropped grass. I also saw the flagstaff from which +was flying the Sarawak flag. On the opposite bank +to where the Fort was situated stood a bungalow, +rather a homely looking house, with gables and +green-and-white blinds, the sight of which comforted +me. I was told that this was the house of the agent +of the Borneo Company, Ltd. This gives me an +opportunity of acknowledging, at the outset of my +book, the loyal, and at the same time civilizing +influence which this group of Scotchmen, members of +the firm, have always exerted in their dealings with +Sarawak and its people. This house once out of +sight, we steamed on past the Bazaar on the river’s +edge, containing the principal shops of the town, and, +a little farther on, the same side as the Fort, I saw +the Astana,<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>[1] composed of three long low bungalows, +roofed with wooden shingles, built on brick pillars +with a castellated tower forming the entrance.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0081"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0081.jpg" + alt="Title or description"> + <p class="caption">THE RAJAH’S ARRIVAL AT ASTANA AFTER A VISIT TO EUROPE</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + + +<p>On the steps of the landing-stage at the bottom +of the garden a great many people were standing. +These were the officials, English and native, and the +principal merchants of the place come to meet the +Rajah on his return. I saw four Malay chiefs, and +was told that they were prominent members in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span> +Rajah’s Government. They wore turbans twisted +in great folds round their heads, long flowing robes +of black or dark-coloured cloth opening on to white +robes embroidered with gold. Their feet were shod +with sandals, and they carried long staves tipped +with great golden knobs. Then I saw Chinamen, +traders in the town, with their long pigtails, almond-shaped +eyes, fat, comfortable-looking faces, all smiles, +dressed in blue silk jackets and wide black trousers. +There were also a few Dyak chiefs of neighbouring +rivers, with beads and bangles on their legs and +arms, and gaily coloured waistcloths of red and +yellow and white. I saw about eight or ten +Europeans in white uniforms and helmets, and two +ladies, also dressed in white, the only European +ladies then resident in the place.</p> + +<p>As the <i>Heartsease’s</i> anchor was dropped, a large +green barge,<a id="FNanchor_2_1" href="#Footnote_2_1" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> used on State occasions, covered with +an awning and manned by about twenty Malays and +Dyaks in white uniforms faced with black, their +paddles painted in the Sarawak colours—​yellow, +black, and red—​came to the companion-ladder to take +us on shore. I remember the rhythmical noise made +by their paddles as they rowed us the short distance +to the landing-stage. When we stepped on land, all +the people came forward and shook hands with the +Rajah, who presented them to me. It took about ten +to fifteen minutes to shake hands with them all.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> +Then a strange thing happened, for which I was +not prepared. A very picturesque old man, rather +taller than the other Malays, dressed in a jacket +embroidered with gold, black trousers with a gold +band, his head enveloped in a handkerchief tied in +a jaunty fashion, with two ends standing up over +his left ear, came forward with a large yellow +satin umbrella, fringed all round, which he opened +with great solemnity and held over the Rajah’s head. +His name was Subu, and, as I learned, he occupied +a great position in Sarawak: that of Umbrella +Bearer to the Rajah and Executioner to the State. +The Rajah trudged forward, the umbrella held over +him, up the steps from the landing-place, and across +the broad gravel path, lined with a guard of honour, +leading to the house. At the entrance the umbrella +was folded up with great reverence by Subu, who +carried IT back to ITS home the other side of the +river. I followed with the principal European +officer present, and the other people who had met +us came after us, up the path, and on to the verandah +of the Astana. There we seated ourselves on cane +chairs prepared for the occasion: the Rajah and +myself in the middle of the company. For some +minutes we all looked at one another in dead silence: +then the oldest Malay chief present, the Datu Bandar, +leaning forward with his head on one side and an +intent expression, inquired, “Tuan Rajah baik?” +(Rajah well?). The Rajah nodded assent. Then +more silence: suddenly, the Rajah jumped up and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> +held out his hand as a signal of dismissal. Every +one took the hint, got up, shook hands with the +Rajah, then with me, and departed down the steps +and garden path to the boats waiting to convey them +to their homes.</p> + +<p>I stood on the verandah and watched them go, +the Rajah standing by me. I turned to him. +“Where are the women?” I said. “What women?” +he answered. “The only English ladies staying +in the place came to meet you.” “Oh,” I replied, +“they do not matter. I mean the women of the +place, where are they?—​the chiefs’ wives and the +Malay women, why have they not come to meet +me?” “Malay women,” replied the Rajah, “never +accompany the men on public occasions. It is not +their custom.” “But,” I said, “you are their Rajah. +What is the use of my coming here if I am not to see +the women of the place?” “Well,” said the Rajah, +with a smile, “we shall see; things may be different +by and by.”</p> + +<p>In the evening the Rajah took me in his comfortable +boat for a turn on the river. Three Malay +boat-boys sent us along; their paddles as they +struck the water were as rhythmic as a march tune. +We floated past the Malay portion of the town with +its brown houses made of palm leaves, their roofs +and walls so frail that “you might anywhere break +them open with your finger!” Moving westwards +we faced the great mountain called Matang, which +bars the sunset, its wooded sides and ravines +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> +changing every moment of the day under the brilliant +sunlight or passing clouds. The sunset behind +Matang on that first evening I spent in Kuching was +a memorable one. The dark purple mass seemed +palpitating with mystery, standing out as it did +against a background of crimson and rose and +yellow.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> + Malay word meaning palace.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_2_1" href="#FNanchor_2_1" class="label">[2]</a> + The barge was presented by the King of Siam to the late Rajah +in 1851.</p></div> +</div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER <abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Sarawak</span> is a land of mountains, of trees, +and of water. Steaming from Singapore on +your way to Kuching, you enter a great +crescent-shaped bay called Datu. The most important +rivers of Sarawak flow into this bay. At its southern +end stands Tanjong Datu, rising to a height of +700 feet; and across sixty miles of sea in a northerly +direction, almost opposite to this green cliff, is Tanjong +Sirik, from whence the low and sandy coast runs +in an almost straight line as far as Brunei. Harbourless +and unprotected, this coast is lashed by the surf +during the north-east wind from September to the +end of March. During the south-west monsoon, +which blows for the remainder of the year, fairer +weather prevails, making easier communication +between these river mouths and the rest of the world. +If you approach Sarawak in the early morning, you +can see from the deck of a steamer, cobalt blue +mountains hanging baseless between earth and sky. +Mists, white as snow-wreaths, encircle their wooded +peaks only to melt away at the first rays of the sun +and return to the land in refreshing showers later in +the afternoon. Cascades born in the mountains, fed +by daily rains, tear down their wooded ravines, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> +rolling stones and trees and soil from their banks +in their headlong course. Impetuous and irresistible, +they widen as they go, until they become mighty +rivers tamed by their passage through muddy plains, +where they meander in sluggish ways.</p> + +<p>The river-banks are lined with nipa palms and +mangroves. At low tide you can see the mangroves, +standing on trestles of black woody roots, looking +like snakes writhing in the mud. Upon these +pedestals, a crown of bright green leaves, thirty to +forty feet in height, form aquatic forests at the mouth +of the rivers all along the coast. Each branch is +weighed down by a fruit, which, when ripe, drops +into the mud and starts a new tree. The nipa palm +has matted roots which easily retain the flotsam and +jetsam carried down by the unceasing current of +the waters; it has an angular fruit which, like that +of the mangrove, sinks into the mud and forms +forests on its own account. The incessant action of +these encroaching trees add continually to the land. +Indeed, there are certain aged natives who have been +heard to say that part of the coast near Sirik, +although exposed to the constant surf of the north-east +monsoon, has encroached on the sea for two +miles or more, during their lifetime. When the land +reclaimed by the mangroves and nipa palms becomes +dryer, the trees die, and give place to other tropical +vegetation. On my travels in and out of these rivers, +I have often seen, especially on a hot sunny day, the +distant line of coast just before it recedes into the + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> +horizon, looking as though it were lifted high up in +the air, when, between the line of verdure and the sea, +appeared a space of light as though the trees stood +on rays of silvery transparency.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0141"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0141.jpg" + alt="Datu Bay"> + <p class="caption">DATU BAY NEAR SANTUBONG</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + + +<p>The rivers Lundu, Sarawak, Sadong, Batang +Lupar, Saribas, Kalaka, and Rejang flow into the +Bay of Sarawak. The rivers Oya and Muka (from +which two rivers an important trade with sago is +carried on), Bintulu and Baram, are situated in the +more northern portion of the territory. Owing to +the perpetual strife between land and water, these +rivers have bars at their mouths, but the bar across +the Baram is the most formidable amongst the rivers +of the country.</p> + +<p>Malays and Milanoes have their settlements on +or near the coast, within reach of the tide. Malays +are expert fishermen, and excel in boat building. +They are Muhammadans, and are the most civilized +of the Rajah’s subjects. Milanoes inhabit the Rejang +delta, the river-banks of Matu, Oya, Muka, and Bintulu, +and are the sago workers of the country. Though +mostly Muhammadans, they have a curious superstitious +religion of their own. Land Dyaks dwell +amongst the mountains and hills south of Kuching; +Sea Dyaks frequent the Batang Lupar, Saribas, +Kalaka, and the Rejang Rivers; Kayans live more +inland, and their tribes are supposed to have settlements +right across from west to east of the northern +portion of Borneo; nor must we forget the Chinese +immigrants who have settlements all over the principality, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> +and who invade it in increasing numbers with +every succeeding year, greatly adding to the prosperity +of the country. All these people are, as it +were, sprinkled over the land. If one could imagine +a giant sower dipping into a bag filled with the seeds +of mankind and flinging it out haphazard by handfuls, +some by the sea, and some by the inland rivers and +forests, it might give an idea of the manner in which +the population of Sarawak is scattered over the +country. The different tribes hold themselves +entirely aloof from one another; one never meets +with Dyaks residing in Malay settlements, or <i lang="la">vice +versa</i>, nor do the Chinese build among people of an +alien race.</p> + +<p>It must be remembered that there are very few +roads in Sarawak, and as yet no railways; for it +can well be understood that road-making or laying +down railway lines would be a costly undertaking +in this country, intersected as it is by marshes, hills, +mountains, and almost unbridgeable rivers. Commerce +and trade, however, thrive without the help +of such accessories, for Borneo is known to be one of +the best-watered countries in the world, and the produce +of its jungles and its forests find an easy passage +down the numberless canals and rivers which nature +has provided through this watery land. Indeed, +it seems to me that there are three things one +cannot escape from in Sarawak: these being mountains, +trees, and water. The sound of water is heard +everywhere; houses are built for the most part on +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> +the banks of rivers or streams, so that the tide, as +it swishes backwards and forwards, is heard by day +and night; daily showers drip on to one’s habitation, +and the noise of paddles—​for the people use the river +as Europeans use their streets—​is never lacking. +Even the animals seem to imitate the sound of water +in their morning and evening cries. For instance, +the little monkeys, called wah-wahs, give vent, at the +first approach of the sun, to liquid sounds, which, +whenever I heard them, made me think of the Spirit +of the rain pouring refreshing streams through the +trees in which these monkeys congregate.</p> + +<p>It is seldom that flowers form an important +feature in the landscape of tropical countries. It is +true there are flowers in profusion, but they are +mostly hidden in the hearts of virgin forests. The +purple blossoms of the lagerstremia, the golden +cups of the allamanda, scarlet rhododendrons, and +convolvuli, mauve and pink and white and yellow, +sometimes star with flashes of colour the river-banks +more inland; but orchids, pitcher plants, and flowering +parasites are generally entangled and hidden +in the branches of forest trees, for, like everything +lovely, delicate, and perfumed, these have to be +diligently sought for before a closer acquaintance can +be made. One of the most ravishing experiences +of Sarawak are the mysterious whiffs of perfumes +meeting one unexpectedly in one’s walks near the +forests, or even on journeys up the rivers. These +scented currents are messages from unknown blossoms +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> +flowering unseen and unsoiled far from mankind. +These rare and exquisite visitations always reminded +me of the words of Maupassant, “<i lang="fr">C’est une sensation +de bien être qui est presque du bonheur.</i>”</p> + +<p>Now to my mind the people of Sarawak match +their strange and beautiful surroundings. They love +sweet scents and flowers, and, above all, they love the +neighbourhood of water, in which, as a fact, they live +the greater portion of the day. Every man, woman, +and child swims about the streams near their homes +in the same way as we take our walks in our gardens. +Men and women alike manage boats with wonderful +skill, and women are often seen alone in canoes, +paddling themselves in search of fruits or vegetables +to be found on the banks of streams sometimes a +great distance from their village. If you happen to +throw in your lot with these people, you insensibly +become, in the course of years, as fond of the water +as they are, so that, like them, you find yourself +perpetually bathing, and after any exertion have +recourse to a bath, much as they plunge into the +river to cool themselves. Moreover, they are perpetually +washing their clothes—​I have often thought +I have seldom met cleaner people.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER <abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> Rajah and I had only been a few weeks +in Kuching when he had to leave me and go +on an expedition to the interior, and I was +left alone in the Astana with a maid whom I had +brought from England. She was an ordinary sort of +woman, with no capacity for enjoying anything that +was not European. She left me soon after, for, as +she said, she did not like living in such an outlandish +place. With this solitary exception there was, at this +time, no one in the Astana with whom I could speak, +as I did not know Malay. There was, however, the +Rajah’s butler, a Sarawak Malay, who had been with +the first Rajah Brooke for some years. At the Rajah’s +death, my husband took this man into his service. +He was called Talip (a name signifying light). Talip +knew a few words of English, and he and I became +great friends. He was good-looking, taller than most +Malays, with dark, intelligent eyes, a black moustache, +and an abundant crop of hair forming a short curly +fringe under his head-handkerchief, which he folded +round his head with consummate skill. He was a bit +of a dandy, and very neat in appearance. He wore +a white jacket, under which appeared the folds of his +yellow-and-black sarong, white trousers, and he walked +about with bare feet. He was a favourite with all +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> +classes in Kuching, for his many years in the first +Rajah’s service had endeared him to the people.</p> + +<p>During the Rajah’s absence I got a great deal of +information out of Talip, and the way he managed to +make himself understood in his broken English was +wonderful. One day I said to him, “I want to see the +Malay women of Kuching. Ask them to come here.” +Talip answered, “Certainly. I bring my two wives +play with you!” I gently suggested that, together with +the two wives, the ministers’ and chiefs’ wives and +daughters might be included in the invitation. After +talking the matter over, Talip and I settled that I should +hold a reception—​my first reception in Sarawak—​and +that he should be the chamberlain on the occasion and +invite, in my name, the principal women of the place.</p> + +<p>My life now began to be interesting, for Talip and +I had a great many preparations to make and plans +to talk over. The dining-room of the Astana was +large, and could accommodate about two hundred and +fifty guests. I kept impressing on Talip that none of +the ministers’ and chiefs’ lady relations should be +forgotten, as it would never do to create jealousy on +this my first introduction to the women of the country. +I found out that the Datu Bandar, the Datu Imaum, +the Datu Temanggong, and the other chiefs all had +wives, sons, daughters, and grandchildren galore. +“They must all be invited,” I said; “for I must know +them and make friends with them.” I was then +initiated by Talip into the proper manner of giving +parties in Malayland.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> +First of all, the question of refreshments had to +be considered. Talip invested in dozens and dozens +of eggs, pounds and pounds of sugar, and I cannot +remember the bewildering quantity of cocoa-nuts and +of various other ingredients he deemed necessary for +making Malay cakes. These he judiciously parcelled +out to the houses of the people I was going to invite, +so that they could make the cakes with which I was +to present them when they came to call. Talip also +borrowed from them cups, saucers, plates, and many +other things wanted for such an important occasion.</p> + +<p>Some days before the party, on looking out of my +sitting-room window towards the landing-place and +the path leading up from it to our door, I saw a +number of little boys staggering under the weight of +numerous round, red lacquer boxes. These were very +large, and I sent for Talip and asked him what they +were. He informed me that they were to be used +for the various cakes and fruit in the same way as we +use silver dishes. Talip arranged that on this great +occasion we should all sit on the floor round the room, +and that the place occupied by the chiefs’ wives, with +myself in their midst, should be set out with piles of +gorgeous cushions covered with gold brocade—​also +borrowed from the houses of my guests.<a id="FNanchor_3_2" href="#Footnote_3_2" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> A fortnight +or so was occupied in the preparations, and at last the +day came to which I had been looking forward so +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> +much. I glanced into the dining-room in the morning, +and thought how pretty a meal laid out for Malay +ladies looked—​very much prettier than the table +arrangements at our dinner-parties in England. +Great strips of white and red material, bought for the +occasion in the Bazaar, were laid down both sides of +the room with cross pieces at each end. The red +boxes were put at equal distances on these strips, +and between the boxes were dishes with the fruits +of the country—​mangosteens, mangoes, oranges, pineapples, +etc. The red lacquer boxes made beautiful +notes of colour all round the room.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0221"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0221.jpg" + alt="Room in Astana"> + <p class="caption">A ROOM IN THE ASTANA</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>The tea-party was supposed to begin at 4 o’clock, +so accordingly, I dressed myself in my best garments +and was quite ready to enter the dining-room and +receive my guests. I had heard a great deal of noise +going on outside my rooms since 2 o’clock in the +afternoon: the rustle of silks, bare feet pattering up +and down the verandah, and, becoming curious, I +looked over the partitions and saw women in silken +draperies flitting about. But Talip was on guard, +and every time I came out, or even looked over the +partitions, he said to me, “You must not show +yourself too soon.” However, at 4 o’clock I was +dressed, and determined to go out, when Talip +again, like the angel with the flaming sword +at the gate of Paradise, waved me back. He +made me understand that I ought not to show myself +before 5.30 on account of Malay etiquette, and +went on to explain that the Rajah’s subjects should + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> +await my pleasure. In his opinion, 9 o’clock would +have been preferable for our meeting, but considering +my impatience he would allow me to enter the +dining-hall at half-past five! So another hour and +a half went by whilst I patiently waited to make the +acquaintance of my guests, on account of inexorable +Malay etiquette. I felt a little anxious, for I did not +know a word of Malay, so I took Marsden’s Dictionary +with me, and armed with the great volume, at 5.30 +punctually, made my entrance into the hall. I was +quite taken aback by the charming sight that awaited +me as I entered the dining-hall. The rows of women +and young girls seated on the floor round the room, +with their silken brocades and gauzy veils of rose, +green, blue, and lilac, reminded me of an animated +bed of brightly coloured flowers. I noticed what +beautiful complexions most of these women had, of +the opaque pale yellow kind, like the petals of a fading +gardenia. Their dark eyes and long eyelashes, +their arched eyebrows, their magnificent black hair, +their lovely feet and hands, and their quiet manners, +were to me quite entrancing. As I came into the +room, Talip told them to get up, and the sound of their +rustling silks, all moving together, was like a gentle +wind sighing through the branches of a bamboo forest. +Datu Isa and Datu Siti, the wives of the principal +Malay chiefs, came forward one on each side of me, +and, each placing one hand under my elbows and the +other under my finger-tips, led me to the seat prepared +for me against the wall, in the middle of a row +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> +of women. My pile of cushions was uncomfortably +high, so I asked Talip whether I could not have two +pillows taken away, but he said: “No, that could not +be. Rajah Ranee must have three cushions more +than the chiefs’ wives.” Therefore, once again I gave +way to the conventions of Malaya.</p> + +<p>Talip and his satellites appeared with huge jugs +of lukewarm coffee, made sweet as syrup to suit the +taste of my guests. It was, however, devoid of milk, +as the Malays of Sarawak are unaccustomed to the +use of that liquid.<a id="FNanchor_4_3" href="#Footnote_4_3" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> It took some time to help us all, +but when each guest’s cup was full, Talip stood in +the middle of the room and shouted out: “Makan! +la.... Minum! la.... Jangan malu!” (Eat. +Drink. Don’t be ashamed).</p> + +<p>After coffee, the real business of the day began. +Talip told me to say something to my guests, and that +he would translate my words into Malay. “Datus, +Daiangs, my friends,” I said, “I have sent for you +because I feel lonely without you. I have come to +live here and to make friends with you all. I have +waited for this day with great impatience, because I +know we shall love one another, and I feel sure if +women are friends to one another they can never feel +lonely in any country.” Talip translated my speech +at great length, and when he had finished, Datu Isa, +the wife of Datu Bandar the chief minister, bent +forward, her eyes cast down, her hands palm downwards +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> +on her knees, and replied, “Rajah Ranee, you +are our father, our mother, and our grandmother. +We intend to take care of you and to cherish you, but +don’t forget that you are very young, and that you +know nothing, so we look upon you as our child. +When the Rajah is away, as I am the oldest woman +here, I will look after you. There is one thing you +must not do: I have heard of Englishwomen taking +the hands of gentlemen by the roadside. Now, +Rajah Ranee, you must not do that, and when you +are sad you must come to me, and I will help to +lighten your heart.” Talip translated this to me, and +I smiled in response. But all the women kept that +gravity which never leaves Malays when they are shy +or nervous, or in the presence of strangers. I thought +I would try a little conversation on my own account. +I looked out some words in Marsden’s Dictionary, and +meant to inquire of Datu Isa how many sons she had. +This remark thawed the ice, for a ripple of laughter +went over the room. Instead of saying “sons” I had +used the words “baby boys”—​the old lady being +seventy, no explanation is required! After that, we +became very friendly. I consulted Marsden for the +rest of the afternoon, and got on beautifully with my +guests.</p> + +<p>It is strange, even now, how well I remember that +party: it might all have happened yesterday. From +that eventful day my home-sickness completely +vanished, for I felt I had found my friends.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_3_2" href="#FNanchor_3_2" class="label">[3]</a> There is no greater pleasure one can give Malays than that of +borrowing their things. Women, however, ungrudgingly lend their +golden ornaments to each other, and the same may be said of their +crockery, their furniture, their clothes, etc.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_4_3" href="#FNanchor_4_3" class="label">[4]</a> Some Malay women confided in me that they would not drink it, +as by so doing they might get to resemble animals.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER <abbr title="Four">IV</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Then</span> began a very agreeable time, such as +usually comes with a new and interesting +friendship. I think the Malay women as well +as myself were mutually interested in one another, +and I encouraged the frequent morning visits that +one or another of the chieftains’ lady relations paid to +me. I somehow managed to make myself understood, +although my Malay must have sounded strange to +them. Indeed, in their strenuous endeavours to understand +what I said, I sometimes noticed a strained—​I +might almost say painful—​expression flit across their +faces. They were much too kind, however, to laugh +or smile, or even to show a moment’s impatience. +Little by little matters mended, and in a few weeks I +became more fluent.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0261"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0261.jpg" + alt="Datu Isa"> + <p class="caption">DATU ISA AND HER GRAND-DAUGHTERS</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>That mighty question of “chiffons,” which is +usually thought to belong only to European womenkind, +seemed to me to play quite as important a part +in the minds of my new friends. One day, as I was +admiring their beautiful silks, satins, and golden ornaments, +Datu Isa (who was, you remember, the lady +who had undertaken the care of me during the Rajah’s +absence) said to me in a very ceremonious manner, + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> +“You are the wife of our Rajah, and you ought to +wear our dress.” I was simply delighted, and at once +agreed. Lengthy discussions then took place as to +what colours I should choose, and where the things +should be made. Finally, the matter resolved itself +into the Malay ladies joining together, and insisting +on providing me with the whole dress, and I must say +it was a beautiful one. The garment called “kain +tape” (the Malay name for a woman’s skirt) consists +of a narrow sheath; this was folded and tucked under +my armpits, and made to cover my feet. It was +woven in red-and-gold brocade. My jacket was of +dark blue satin, and had gold rosettes sewn over +it. The collar of the jacket was edged with plaques +of gold, fastening in front with a larger clasp, shaped +like outstretched wings. All down the sleeves of the +jacket, which were slashed up to the elbow, were tiny +buttons of gold that jingled like bells. A gauzy scarf +of white and gold, obtained from Mecca, covered my +head, and a wide wrap of green silk and gold brocade +was flung over the left shoulder ready to cover my +head and face when wearing the dress in my walks +abroad. According to Datu Isa, my right eye alone +should peep forth from the golden wrap on such +occasions.</p> + +<p>Datu Isa had a great many things to say as to +the wearing of these garments. “You are my child, +Rajah Ranee,” she said, “and I have thought a good +deal as to whether, being a married woman, you ought +to wear golden ornaments, because it is the custom in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> +our country for virgins only to be thus decorated, but +as you are the wife of our Rajah, I think that your +Malay dress should be as splendid as possible, and we +all agree that it will suit you well.” I did not share +in this opinion. I loved wearing the dress, because +of its beauty, but if the truth were told, a tall Englishwoman +cannot expect to wear it with the grace which +belongs to those tiny frail-looking daughters of the +sun. They are all very small indeed, and the noiseless +way they move about lends additional beauty to the +dress. No European woman, accustomed as she is to +freedom, exercise, and somewhat abrupt movements, +can possibly imitate with any degree of success the +way in which they glide about and manipulate their +silken and gauzy draperies.</p> + +<p>It is interesting to know the ideas Malay women +entertain about the wearing of these clothes. I was +somewhat embarrassed with the length of my sarong, +ordered by Datu Isa, and arranged by her so that it +should fall in folds draggling on the ground. “Never +mind, Rajah Ranee,” she would say, “you will get +accustomed to it by and by, and you must remember +that the Rajah’s wife never shows her feet.” “But +why?” I said to Datu Isa. “Because,” she answered, +“she is never supposed to walk about. She must +have servants and subjects at her call every moment +of the day. Now, if you wear that dress properly, you +would not fasten it in very securely anywhere, but you +would sit on cushions almost motionless, because at the +slightest movement your clothes would fall off. The +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> +wives of the Sultan of Brunei never secure their kain +tapes.” This was all very well; moreover, it must be +remembered that Datu Isa was strictly conservative. +Her ideas concerning ceremonial dress and deportment +in Sarawak were as rigid as were those of aristocratic +old ladies in Early Victorian days. But Datu Isa’s +daughter-in-law, Daiang Sahada, who is about my +own age, reassured me when I felt a little anxious as +to whether I could play my part satisfactorily and not +derogate from the exalted position Datu Isa was +always striving to put me in. “We understand, +Rajah Ranee,” she would say. “You must not +be too anxious; we all know Datu Isa; she is kind +and good and you must humour her. Little by +little, she will understand, and will not mind if you +wear your kain tape so as to allow you to walk a +yard or so.”</p> + +<p>But talking of these sarongs and the wonderful +cloths manufactured by the women of Sarawak, it +always surprises me when I consider, given the idea +that Sarawak was such an uncivilized country when +the first Rajah went there, and that its people were +sunk in a state of barbarism, how it was possible that +the womenkind of the Malay population living in the +place evolved the marvellous embroideries and brocades +that nearly all the women of Sarawak are +capable of weaving.</p> + +<p>The patterns on these golden cloths are very +similar, for no kain tape worn by the better classes of +Sarawak women is considered quite correct unless the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> +stuff, powdered all over its ground of red silk with +open rosettes made of gold thread, is divided by a +broad band of different pattern marked in gold thread +in a series of Vandyck-shaped lines, reminding one of +the dog-tooth design. Inside each tooth is an ornament, +supposed by some to represent trees of life. This +design is apparently to be met with all over Malaya.</p> + +<p>Nor is the making of these cloths at all an easy +matter. To help to amuse me and to while away the +time, Datu Isa and her maidens brought to the Astana +a great loom prepared with golden and silk threads, +to teach me how to weave these brocades. The loom +was so large that one could sit inside it. A sort of +pad made of wood supported one’s back and acted as +a lever with planks at one’s feet to keep the thread +taut. A shuttle in each hand threw the thread backwards +and forwards in the usual manner, but the effort +of keeping the thread tight with one’s back and feet +was a somewhat fatiguing experience. I must confess +I never achieved many inches of these cloths, although +it interested me much to learn the Malay methods of +weaving them.</p> + +<p>Datu Isa sometimes brought with her a friend, +whom I got to know well. This lady was a Seripa, +that is to say, a descendant of the great Prophet himself. +Such descendants are numerous all over the +Archipelago. I never quite made out how the many +Serips[1] and Seripas<a id="FNanchor_5_4" href="#Footnote_5_4" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> I met in Sarawak traced their +descent from the great founder of Islam, but as their +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> +countrymen and women accepted their great position, +it must have been unassailable, and I never attempted +to solve the mystery. Seripa Madjena’s husband was +also a Serip, for female descendants of the Prophet +may not marry out of their rank, although Serips may +marry whom they please. Serip Hussin was employed +as an overseer at one of the Rajah’s coffee +plantations not far from Kuching. Datu Isa told me, +and I found out for myself, that Seripa Madjena could +do most wonderful embroideries. As she was a poor +woman, Datu Isa suggested that she should come so +many hours a day to the Astana to work for me and +to teach me her craft. Most Malay women, as I have +said before, are able to embroider, and their methods +greatly interested me. My first lesson was conducted +in this fashion. The Seripa was seated in the middle +of the floor of my sitting-room, and the lady Datus, +their friends, and I, were seated round her to watch +the proceedings. The Seripa asked for pieces of +foolscap, which she cut into broad bands of about nine +or ten inches wide and about a yard and a half in +length. She then folded them into about five layers, +and with a sharp penknife began punching out the +design through the top layer. The penknife went in +and out, cutting notches here, rounding circles there, +without any preliminary lines to guide it. In fact, the +Seripa was doing free-hand with a penknife! I had +prepared boxes of betel-nut and sirih for the refreshments +of my guests. Datu Isa never moved without +her sirih box, and she prepared a mouthful of this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> +delicacy for me from her own store. She took a leaf +of betel-vine, smeared it with a little shell-lime, stuck +a small portion of the areca-nut on the lime, wrapped +the leaf into a bundle, and presented it to me. +“Bagus sekali” (very nice), she said, and watched +the effect on me as I began munching at this Malay +delicacy. I did not like it, but did my best to appear +as though I did. When the ladies present had been +presented with betel-nut and sirih, we sat chewing in +a silence only broken by ejaculations from the Seripa, +together with long-drawn sighs and invocations to +Allah. “She is working in earnest,” said Datu Isa. +We all nodded assent, whilst giving vent to little +grunts of approval. The punching went on, and the +little scraps of paper lay like snow around the Seripa, +who suddenly gave a louder sigh than usual and a +more lengthy invocation to Allah, and shaking the +pattern free from the cuttings of paper, we saw a +delicate and flowing pattern of conventional leaves, of +birds and of fishes, rustling itself free from her fingers +to the floor. This improvised work over, she laid +layers of foolscap one over the other, stuck them +together, laid her prepared pattern on the top, and the +punchings began afresh with the penknife. When the +design was all cut out, the strip was laid over green +satin stretched on a long, wooden frame, about a yard +in length. We had chosen green, as it is the colour of +the Prophet. The perforated pattern was stitched +here and there on to the satin, and the Seripa +worked gold thread backwards and forwards over +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> +the cardboard, until the design stood out from the +satin background a compact mass of gold, recalling +to my mind certain medieval church embroideries +I knew of in Northern Italy, dating from the sixteenth +century.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_5_4" href="#FNanchor_5_4" class="label">[5]</a> Arabic: Sherif and Sheripa.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER <abbr title="Five">V</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> expedition which had taken the Rajah +into the interior was only one among many +he had to undertake in order that trade and +commerce might be established in safety in remote +parts of his kingdom. In Sarawak, epidemics of +head-hunting are apt to occur unexpectedly amongst +Dyak tribes, just as of late years the plague has +unaccountably broken out afresh in different parts +of the world.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0341"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0341.jpg" + alt="War dress"> + <p class="caption">SEA DYAKS IN WAR DRESS</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>One of the largest rivers in the country, the +Rejang, whose waters are deep enough for 170 miles +to float vessels and schooners of moderate size, has +ramifications in the smaller tributaries which run in +various directions into mountainous districts. On +these hills, sometimes two or three thousand feet in +height, Dyaks, who dearly love their independence +and to feel the importance of being able to undertake +skirmishes on their own account, build +houses (to which they can retire temporarily for +protection) on the precipitous sides of mountains and +hills, like eagles’ nests clinging to lofty peaks, and +to which apparently only birds can soar. These +people, however, climb like monkeys; their activity +is wonderful, and when one of these tribes ensconces + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> +itself in such inaccessible places it is difficult +to dislodge and coerce it into moving to lower +and more civilized portions of the territory. At the +time of which I am writing, one of these tribes had +been particularly tiresome. A Dyak chief, named +Lintong,<a id="FNanchor_6_5" href="#Footnote_6_5" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> had gathered round him a considerable +force of followers, entrenched himself at the head of +a stream, where he had managed to build a fleet of +boats from the enormous forest trees which grew in +the neighbourhood. At the head of his fleet, he +harassed and plundered the more law-abiding inhabitants +of the delta.</p> + +<p>Mr. Harry Skelton, one of the Rajah’s officers +stationed at a place called Sibu, a fortified settlement +sixty miles up from the mouth of the Rejang River, +had incurred Lintong’s displeasure owing to severe +sentences he had inflicted on one or two members of +the tribe, who had been caught red-handed. This +made Lintong exceedingly angry, and one night, +about a fortnight after my first arrival in the country, +Lintong descended with his fleet of boats, manned by +some three thousand men, and attacked Mr. Skelton’s +Fort just before daybreak. It was nearly taken by +surprise, for Dyaks have a way of muffling the sound +of their paddles, and although the Fort was built about +twenty yards from the river, and the fleet came within +earshot of it, no sound was heard by the sentries, notwithstanding +that they were on the look out for any +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> +emergency. “Face of Day” and his men landed, +dashed up to the Fort with horrible yells and threw +showers of poisoned arrows and pointed bamboo +spears at the building. Sarawak Forts are all built +on the same pattern—​square stockades with watchtowers +at each corner, made of planks of iron-wood, +which no native missile can penetrate, being bullet +proof. The stockade is about twenty feet high, and +between that and the roof, to give air and light, is +a trellis-work made of the same iron-wood which +divides an overhanging roof, made of wooden +shingles, from the wooden walls. The shingles are +made detachable to prevent fire when the enemy +throw lighted brands on the roof.</p> + +<p>Sibu Fort was then garrisoned by thirteen Sikhs, +under the command of Mr. Skelton. These Sikhs +were ci-devant Indian Sepoys, who had been exiled +to Sarawak as punishment for the share they had +taken in the Indian Mutiny. These men, although +rebels, were amongst the lesser offenders in the +Mutiny, and subsequently proved themselves to be +valuable servants to the Sarawak Government. +They were fierce, magnificent-looking beings, very +tall, and smartly conspicuous, with great turbans +twisted round their heads, black beards carefully +tended, and moustaches with aggressively curled +ends. There were also staying in the Fort two or +three Dyak chiefs and a recently joined English +cadet, Mr. Low, son of Sir Hugh Low, who was then +Colonial Secretary in Labuan. A few poisoned +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> +arrows and barbed bamboo spears found their way +through the trellis-work of the Fort, but no one +was struck by these missiles. The party in the +Fort made a brave resistance, and in a short time +the rebels were repulsed and sent flying to their +boats on the beach, leaving about a dozen dead and +wounded companions under the wooden walls, Lintong’s +son being amongst the slain.</p> + +<p>The account which Mr. Skelton gave me when +I saw him afterwards of the manner in which the +friendly Dyak chiefs behaved during the skirmish +amused me very much, for they did nothing but peer +through the lattice-work, and shout Dyak insults +at the attacking party, most of whom they knew +very well. They made unpleasant remarks about +the enemy’s mothers, and inquired whether the men +themselves belonged to the female sex, as their +efforts were so feeble, etc. It appears the noise was +terrific, the attacking party yelling, shouting, and +screaming whilst the battle lasted.</p> + +<p>It was this serious state of things at Sibu that +had called the Rajah away from Kuching a few days +after my arrival in Sarawak. He gathered round +him some seven thousand Dyaks belonging to +friendly tribes, and with Mr. Skelton and one or two +other English officers led an expedition up the +Rejang River into the interior of the country, and +reduced the enemy to subjection. He deemed it +advisable to remain at Sibu for some weeks in order +to restore peace and order in this part of his country. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> +Meanwhile Lintong and his people were hiding in the +head-waters of remote streams in the neighbourhood; +and he and all his tribe became outcasts in the land. +The Rajah’s object was to persuade these people to +confess the error of their ways, own themselves +vanquished, make peace, and build a new village +on the main river under the surveillance of the +Rajah’s neighbouring Forts. The Rajah’s policy on +many similar occasions was always the same: when +he had succeeded in crushing the head-hunting +ambitions of these tribes, the thing then to be done +was to turn these people into decent subjects by +making them understand that the benefits to be +derived from trade and commerce were more satisfactory +to their well-being than their methods of +murdering and cutting off the heads of their often +harmless neighbours.</p> + +<p>About a month or six weeks had elapsed since +the Rajah’s departure from Kuching, when one +morning a dispatch boat from the scene of action +arrived at our landing-place with a letter from the +Rajah, telling me that he would be back in two or +three days. He wanted me to return with him to +Sibu and stay for a month or so at the Fort. He +mentioned that he was bringing one of the chiefs +from the interior with him, because he thought it +would interest me to see him and make his +acquaintance.</p> + +<p>I well remember the day of the Rajah’s return. +I was interested in hearing all the details of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> +expedition, whilst I had much to tell him about my +new women friends. I think he was amused, in the +course of my story, at Malay expressions I let fall +with great pride and a good deal of ostentation. At +the end of my narrative—​and I must say I talked a +good deal—​I was rewarded by his saying, “Why, +you have become a real Malay!”</p> + +<p>That evening, after dinner, he sent for Apai +Minggat, the chief who had accompanied him to +Kuching. We were sitting in the dining-room when +this individual entered, a middle-aged Sea Dyak +chieftain, who had often fought the Rajah’s battles by +his side and saved his life on more than one occasion, +for he was a famous warrior, with a considerable +following of fighting men. He seemed to be treading +on eggshells, his toes were turned out, and his +body bent. A dingy handkerchief was twisted round +his head, which was clean-shaven, with the exception +of a lock of hair hanging at the back of his neck; +this he had retained, like all Sea Dyaks, in a spirit of +true courtesy, in case his head were taken by an +enemy, when this lock would serve as a handle for +them to carry his head by. He had on a waistcloth, +and a dirty plaid covered his shoulders. He +put out his hand from the folds of this garment to +shake hands with the Rajah and with me.</p> + +<p>I was anxious to hear a war yell, and I asked the +Rajah to get him to give vent to one of these sounds +of gratification heard when any heads are taken by +Dyaks without loss to themselves. A curious falsetto +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> +sound issued from his lips. It went higher and +higher, louder and louder, something between the +crowing of a cock and the whistle of a steam-engine, +and then it died down into a whisper. Two or +three times he repeated this performance, which +greatly interested me. It was not so terrible as I +had imagined it must be, but the Rajah explained +that when heard in a chorus of thousands of men, +all yelling at once, as he had heard these sounds +of victory after successful skirmishes against the +pirates, it was a most terrifying experience, and +froze the blood in one’s veins.</p> + +<p>Mr. Harry Skelton had also returned with the +Rajah, and was our guest at dinner: this over, I +got up as custom demands, and left the Rajah +and his friend at their claret and cigars; but, not +wishing to sit by myself, I made signs to the +chief and took him with me into the drawing-room. +There I sat in one of the arm-chairs, with the +old Dyak at my feet. He removed his head-handkerchief, +rubbed his head, and gave vent to +strange sounds and groans. I sent for Talip, fearing +he was ill. Talip, however, informed me, “He say +he bad head—​he wants gin.” I was rather shocked +at this idea of Talip’s, and thought he was maligning +the old man. When Talip had left the room, +happening to have a scent bottle in my hand filled +with eau-de-Cologne, I poured some on my fingers +and rubbed it on poor Minggat’s head. This he +seemed to enjoy, and made signs to me as though he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> +found it soothing. The moment I left off, he signed +to me to go on again, so on I went rubbing his +head with eau-de-Cologne, and I remember that it +smelt of cocoa-nut oil. Busily engaged as I was, +I did not notice that the Rajah and Mr. Skelton +had suddenly appeared in the room. I am sorry +to say that the Rajah was not at all pleased at my +token of sympathy with the old chief, and forthwith +ordered him out of the room. “Poor old man,” +I said to the Rajah, “he has a bad head. Why should +I not rub it with eau-de-Cologne?” The Rajah, +with right on his side, replied, “If you encourage +them in this way, how can you expect me to keep +them in order?” Mr. Skelton was much amused, +but he told me privately that such tokens of +sympathy from a Rajah’s wife, was not a very +tactful way of behaving in an Oriental country.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_6_5" href="#FNanchor_6_5" class="label">[6]</a> + His <i lang="fr">nom de guerre</i>, by which he was usually known, was Mua-ari, +or the Face of Day.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Six">VI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> next day we embarked on the <i>Heartsease</i> +for Sibu. My journey down the river was very +different from my voyage to Kuching two +or three months before, for everything now interested +me. I wanted to talk to every native I came across. +I wanted to find out what they thought and how +they looked upon the things that we passed. My +Malay was not brilliant even then, but still I could +manage to make myself understood. We steamed +past the Santubong Mountain, out to sea, and, +of course, the minute we were bobbing over the +waters of the bar (the sea was not rough) down I +went into the cabin and took my usual position on +such occasions—​a mattress laid on the floor, a bucket +by my side, and a bottle of champagne to ward off +the sea-sickness. The heat was terrific. For five +hours, until we got to the other side of the mouth +of the Rejang, I was helpless, and the natives and +everything else faded from my mind. Sea-sickness +is much laughed at, but I know of no discomfort +that equals it. However, it came to an end, and +the smooth waters of the river on the other side +soon put me right again.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at Sibu, I was surprised to see +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> +the extraordinary flatness of the land. Mr. Harry +Skelton was most kind and considerate. He gave +up his rooms to us, and nothing could exceed his +hospitality. I well remember the first morning of +my stay: it was all so different from the way things +were managed on board the <i>Heartsease</i>. My breakfast +tray was brought in by my Malay maid, who +had accompanied me from Kuching. Mr. Skelton +had arranged the tray himself: the captain’s biscuits +were there, but the tea was delicious; somehow he +had managed to get some cows, for there was milk. +The boiled egg was new laid, and even the tinned +butter was washed and pretended to be fresh. Then, +in the middle of the tray, was a little bunch of +flowers from his garden, jasmine, plumbago, and +gardenia, tied in a ravishing effect of blue and +white. I stayed in the Fort about six weeks, and +every morning these charming flower tokens of Mr. +Skelton’s kindness were carried in to me with my +breakfast. But what interested me more than anything +were our evening walks. There was a Bazaar +where the Chinese had, even in those days, a considerable +settlement. As the sun set and the air +became cooler, the Rajah, Mr. Skelton, and I set +out for our walk, but not before Mr. Skelton had +sent for the four Sikhs who were to guard us +during our constitutional with loaded muskets. We +would sally forth round the settlement, in the middle +of our four protectors, for there were usually some bad +characters about who were discontented at the turn +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> +affairs had taken, and Mr. Skelton was not very +certain that in the long grass near by there might +not be some one hiding, who, in a fit of insanity, +might attempt our lives. On the other hand, I +rather liked the idea. One felt oneself important +being guarded by men with loaded muskets, and I +must say I did not believe in the danger, owing, +probably, to my scant knowledge of the country.</p> + +<p>Two or three days afterwards we went up the +river to visit some of the tribes, for, as I have said +before, the Rejang is a long river, with villages +dotted here and there along its banks. Another +surprise was in store for me: when I went on board, +I found that wire-netting had been stretched fore +and aft the vessel, so as to secure it from any attack. +When we were inside, and the wire-netting securely +fastened all round us, we must have looked like +animals in a cage! We started early in the morning. +The sun had hardly risen, and there was a thick fog +which hid the land. There was a freshet coming +down the river, the effect of heavy rain of the day +before in the mountains farther inland. Our speed +did not exceed eight knots an hour. In a very short +space of time the fog began to lift, and we could see +the flat, marshy land through which we travelled. It +was bitterly cold, and I remember that I wrapped +three or four railway rugs round my shoulders, over +my white muslin dress, prepared as I was for the +intense heat with the advent of the sun. Cocoa-nut +and a few sago palms were planted on the banks, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> +for the water here was brackish, but there were no +other signs of cultivation. Near the Fort the river is +about twelve hundred yards wide. There were signs +of jungle everywhere, the ancient sites of cleared +rice lands, with creepers, small trees, and coarse lalang +grass covering the soil. There were no virgin +forests on these banks. In former years these +were the Dyaks’ farm grounds, but the people +had long since removed up the river to plant their +paddy in its tributary streams. Farther up, the banana +and sago plants were replaced by the shrub called +rengas, resembling, in the distance, a hedge of clipped +holly; but on closer examination, although its leaves +are dark and shiny, they are more like laurels in +shape with young shoots of brilliant red. The wood +of this shrub is valuable, and is used a good +deal for making furniture by the carpenters in the +Straits. It has peculiar and disagreeable effects on +certain persons. Some natives can lop off its +branches without its doing them the slightest harm, +whilst others, if they but attempt such work, become +swollen, and are sometimes absolutely blinded, or are +made uncomfortable in various other ways for hours, +even if they merely touch or turn aside its branches. +On the other hand, those who are immune from its ill-effects +can approach the plant with impunity, hack it +about as they choose, and can thus obtain its young +shoots, which make an excellent dish when boiled as +a vegetable. After a time we could see nothing +but low, green hills on the edge of the water, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> +and everlasting masses of driftwood hurrying down +on the freshet to the sea. This kind of landscape continued +for another hour or so, when the banks began +to close in, and we saw here and there bright vermilion +patches about the green grass near the water. These +were made by clerodendron blossoms, a flower of +predilection amongst the Sea Dyaks. They have a +kind of reverence regarding it: they decorate the +heads of enemies taken in battle with its spiky +blossoms, for they imagine that by so doing they will +prevent the curses uttered by the victims in the next +world from falling on their heads. They plant its +roots round their houses, so that whenever one sees +these flowers on the banks, it generally denotes that +once the land was occupied by Sea Dyaks. No one is +allowed to cut the flower or injure it in any way, for +it is only used for sacred purposes or during head-feasts. +When I first saw the flowers they were +growing amongst the lalang grass, and looked like +great coral chandeliers set in a background of +malachite. They are called by the Dyaks “Pemula +Sumpah.” Then, we passed several tributary streams +famous in Sarawak history for the many expeditions +the Rajah and his officers have led there, for this district +was formally the haunt of the most redoubtable +head-hunters. Like all the rivers of Borneo the +Rejang forms a succession of cataracts near its source, +and behind these it was easy for the Dyaks to imagine +themselves safe to indulge in their favourite pastime +of head-hunting. We had been steaming for hours, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> +when late in the afternoon we passed Kanowit on the +left-hand bank of the river. It was at this spot, in +1859, that Messrs. Fox and Steele, two of the first +white Rajah’s officers, were murdered through the +disaffection of a few natives, and at the instigation +of Serip Masahor, one of the very few traitors in +Sarawak history. This man ended his days in exile +at Singapore. We now came to a series of little +hills shelving into the water. The formation of +these hills is somewhat peculiar: they are regular +in outline and, all being of the same height and +wooded with jungle growth, with a few ancient +forest trees at their summit, it would seem as +though a straight line might be drawn all along their +tops, each hill touching the line at its highest point. +They rise to a height of 750 feet. There was a kind +of brushwood growing on the hills whenever farming +had been of recent date, and groves of wild bananas +grew here and there. I think the long fronds of the +banana plant are amongst the loveliest growing things +one can see. When the plants find a sheltered +position, unmolested by gales of wind, their long +leaves are tinted with the most wonderful colours, +as though emeralds and sapphires had been melted +together and poured over them; moreover, a certain +bloom rests on them, like that seen on grapes and +plums. I think this beautiful effect depends on the +light in which the plants are growing, for I have +noticed the same bloom spread over ferns growing +in dells and shady nooks of virgin forests. It might +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> +be as well to mention that Malays often use banana +fronds to bind up wounds; their coolness, softness, +and purity possessing healing properties absent from +ordinary poultices. These wild bananas thrive luxuriantly +on recently abandoned paddy lands, until masses +of other weeds grow up and choke them. The plant +possesses an excellent fibre, its fruit being bright +green, small, and hard. The look of such deserted +farms is exceedingly pathetic as they stretch along +the banks of rivers or climb the sides of steep hills. +Here and there are trees, once lofty and magnificent, +partially turned to tinder, their charred trunks +standing brown and shrivelled from out the green +vegetation. Sometimes they become draped with +parasites and creepers. I remember one such charred +skeleton, over whose shrivelled remains the bright +yellow blossoms of the allamanda flung a curtain of +green and gold.</p> + +<p>As we proceeded up the river, I remember noticing +men in boats fishing inside little creeks, who, I was +told, were Sea Dyaks or Kanowits. These little +creeks were barred across from bank to bank with +bamboo palisades to prevent the egress of fish into +the main river, for the streams had been poisoned +with a root called tuba, a method of fishing prevalent +all over Borneo. This root is pounded with +pestles, its juice extracted, and thrown into the river +at low tide, when the fishes become stupefied, and +rise to the surface, so that the natives find no +difficulty in netting or spearing them. These people +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> +were drawing up nets full of fish as we passed, but, +as is their wont, when they saw the vessel and the +Rajah’s flag flying at the main, they shouted to us, +excitedly inquiring where we had come from and +where we were going. I sat on the deck looking +about me, and, as I thought, taking most things in, +when apparently from out of nowhere a boat +suddenly appeared full of Dyaks under our companion +ladder, clamouring to be let in for a few words +with the Rajah. The Rajah and Mr. Skelton (both +of whom knew every one in the district), could distinguish +whether the people were friends or enemies. +When friends, the engine was stopped, the companion +ladder let down, and the chiefs came solemnly on +board, after our wire netting had been opened to +allow them to enter. The chieftains’ followers remained +where they were, their canoes drifting astern +of our vessel, and were towed up the river while the +chiefs held conversation with the Rajah. Before we +got to the end of our journey, our ship was towing +along a little flotilla of canoes filled with dusky +warriors.</p> + +<p>A place called Ngmah was our destination, where +was a Fort built on the top of a hill. We anchored +beneath the hill for a night and then returned to +Sibu. Our journey up river, against the freshet and +tide, had taken us two days to accomplish; ten hours +sufficed to float us back to our headquarters at Sibu. +Then our usual life at Sibu began again for another +fortnight—​the breakfasts, the little bunches of flowers, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> +and the walks at sunset round the settlement—​when +the Rajah went up river again. On this occasion he +did not take me with him, but he left Mr. Skelton +and Mr. Low to look after me in the Fort.</p> + +<p>The Rajah had not been gone a week, when one +morning, just as day was breaking, I was awakened +by the noise of two muskets being fired from the +Fort. I got out of my mosquito curtains, just as I +was, tied a sarong over my nightgown, and rushed +out of the room. I met Mr. Skelton on his way +to warn me that in the semi-darkness preceding +dawn, the Sikhs on the look out had noticed what +seemed to be two long Dyak boats floating down the +river. They had not answered to the challenge +from the Fort, and, fresh from the previous attack, +Mr. Skelton imagined another disturbance was imminent. +My room had to be given up to two +fortmen, who were posted with armed muskets to +defend that portion of the building, and Mr. Skelton, +Mr. Low, and myself congregated in the sitting-room. +It was an exciting time, for we all thought that at +any moment we should hear the yell of the Dyaks +rushing up to attack us. I recollect so well Mr. +Skelton, fussy and excited, fearing I should be +frightened: but I was really rather enjoying all +this commotion, never thinking it strange that we +should be sitting together in our night garments; +indeed, that fact never entered our heads at all. I +suggested to Mr. Skelton, as I did not then know +how to manage a musket, that I should sit behind the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> +cottage piano I had brought with me from Kuching, +as it would serve for a rampart against poisoned arrows +or spears that might find their way into the Fort. +Mr. Skelton agreed, and I ignominiously took my +post behind the piano. We were all on the look +out, our nerves strained to the utmost. Daybreak +appeared and we could see all round the Fort, but +still nothing happened. I hardly like to confess that +I was rather disappointed. Every five minutes, Mr. +Skelton invited me to partake of some ham which he +had just procured from England, and some soda-water, +evidently thinking that these would have a +soothing effect on my nerves! We waited and +waited, and at last I thought I might just as well +go back to bed. Then a most delightful incident +occurred. Our Chinese cook, whom we had brought +from Kuching, anxious to show his zeal and valour, +offered Mr. Skelton to take his post at my door with +his large carving knife. Of course Mr. Skelton +allowed him to do so, and, thus guarded, I turned +into my mosquito net and had an hour’s sleep. When +I awakened the sun was shining, and all fear of the +attack had passed. It is a well-known thing that +Dyaks always choose the hour just before dawn to +raid any settlement. I think Mr. Skelton was rather +annoyed at his mistake.</p> + +<p>When the Rajah returned from his trip, he was +vexed at what had taken place, for he did not think +it possible that another tribe of Dyaks up the Rejang +River would have dared another attack so soon after +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> +the last one. Moreover, it would have been impossible +for them to have done so, as his gunboat +<i>Heartsease</i>, with himself on board, was at the time +stationed in the higher reaches of the Rejang River. +I fancy the real truth of the matter was, that Mr. +Skelton and his fortmen had become over-anxious, +and I imagine my presence on the occasion also had +something to do with it. It was whispered afterwards +that two enormous tree trunks, borne down past the +Fort by the current (in the semi-darkness just before +dawn when it is difficult to distinguish objects at a +distance), were the harmless factors of this scare. +Nevertheless, I must again repeat, I was disappointed +at the tame manner in which the expected attack +fizzed out.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Seven">VII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> Rejang River deserves a few words of +explanation. It is a magnificent roadway to +commerce in the interior, and once the head-hunting +propensities of the tribes in its neighbourhood +are abolished, it promises to be a great centre +of activity and trade. A large number of Kayans +and Kenyahs are to be found in its tributaries. +These people are, next to the Sea Dyaks, the most +important and advanced of the tribes of Sarawak, +and are scattered about the country in various rivers. +They have attained a fairly high degree of civilization, +whilst other tribes consist of primitive people called +Punans, Ukits, and Bukitans. These do not cultivate +land, but rely on the wild fruits and game they +find in the forests. Curiously enough, however, as +though to show they have descended from a higher +civilization, they are able to manufacture the weapon +in use amongst so many Bornean tribes—​that thing +we call the blow-pipe.<a id="FNanchor_7_6" href="#Footnote_7_6" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> The Punans make their +temporary homes under leafy shelters, in limestone +caves, or in the buttresses of huge trees, called +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> +Tapangs, which afford shelter to whole families. +When they have exhausted the surrounding localities +of their fruits and game, they wander off to some other +spot, where their life begins afresh. Notwithstanding +their wild state, these people weave beautiful mats +and baskets from palms gathered in the vicinity. +They ornament such articles with patterns which must +have been handed down to them from time immemorial—​another +proof of their probable degradation +from a higher form of existence. A favourite pattern +of theirs is the Greek “key” pattern. They are +very shy, and might perhaps—​from fear, but not from +malice—​kill a stranger wandering near their settlements.</p> + +<p>After remaining some weeks in the Rejang, and +when peace had been restored amongst the disturbed +people, who began to resume work on their +farms, the Rajah and I left Sibu and our kind +hosts, Mr. Skelton and Mr. Low, for a trip to the +Batang Lupar. We embarked once more on the +<i>Heartsease</i>, and steamed down the left-hand branch of +the Rejang, when, on leaving the mouth of the river, +we steered due south, passing the mouths of the +Kalakah and Saribas Rivers. We had, alas for me, +about four hours of sea to negotiate before we found +smooth water again, so that I did not see much of +the coast. The sea was supposed to be calm, but a +hateful swell drove me to the cabin. I went on deck +after we had passed over the bar of the Batang +Lupar. I could not believe it to be a river; the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> +shores were so far off, with a stretch of four miles +of water between them, and this width continued all +down the straight reach as far as Lingga.</p> + +<p>Lingga was a desolate place. Its Fort was +built on a mud-bank. A small Malay village, its +houses built on stilts, lined the banks, and were +surrounded by cocoa-nut palms, which palms are said +to flourish in brackish water. The present Rajah +made this place his home for one year, moving from +thence in 1854. He resided in this Batang Lupar +district for about ten years, whence he led many +punitive expeditions into the interior. The old pirate +chief, Rentap, who committed so many crimes, +murdered so many people, and prevented peace from +settling on the land, was entrenched with his miscreant +tribe in neighbouring mountains, and was +repeatedly attacked by the present Rajah, who finally +dislodged him from his fastnesses, and rendered him +harmless by his many defeats. It was from the +banks of the Batang Lupar River that the Rajah’s +friendly Dyaks, sometimes numbering twelve to +fourteen thousand men, were gathered together to +follow their white chief in his many attacks against +the pirate’s Fort. For years the present Rajah is +said never to have slept securely on account of the +incessant alarms and attacks on innocent people by +this inveterate head-hunting pirate, who, in spite of a +very advanced age, managed to work so much havoc +in the neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>We did not land at Lingga on this occasion, but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> +went on to a settlement near a place called Banting, +where the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel +had charge over a thriving community of Christians. +Bishop Chambers, whose name can never be forgotten +in the annals of Sarawak, here began his work of +civilization as a missionary. He was a great friend +of the present Rajah, and for many years, these two +men, in their different ways, worked unremittingly +for the good of the natives. This missionary settlement +is about fifteen miles by river from Lingga, and +it was here that I had my first experience of travelling +in a Dyak war-boat.</p> + +<p>These vessels are comfortable enough, being +about seven feet wide amidships by about seventy feet +in length. A crew, numbering some fifty, paddled +us along. A roofed compartment in the middle of +the canoe, furnished with mattresses and pillows, +afforded us comfortable accommodation, and curtains +hanging from the roof kept off the heat and glare +from the river in the daytime; whilst the rhythmical +noise of the paddles, and occasional wild bursts of +songs from the crew helped to make the journey a +pleasant one.</p> + +<p>As the crew shipped their paddles, I saw a long +Dyak house, propped on stilts about forty feet high, +planted some yards from the river-bank. As this +place was situated within reach of the tide and we +arrived at low water, a vast expanse of mud stretched +between us and dry land. I could see nothing in the +way of a landing-stage to help our way to the house, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> +excepting a few poles dovetailing one another laid +across the mud, supported by trestles. I wondered +how I was to get across, but not liking to make +inquiries of an unpleasant nature, I said nothing; it +is better in any emergency to let events take their +course with as little fuss as possible, so that when our +canoe was pushed by the side of the supported poles, +I kept silent. I remember noticing how cleverly +our Dyak crew manœuvred our boat, plunging knee-deep +into the mud in their efforts, and yet moving about +quickly all the time. The Rajah led the way and +walked along some six or seven yards of the poles +leading to the Dyak village. I admired the way +in which he kept his balance, never slipping once +during the journey. When my turn came, four +Dyaks helped me out of the boat. My progress +across the poles was not a graceful one, for I found +them to be as slippery as glass. My four supporters, +two on each side of me, must have suffered severely, +as I slid first on one side and then on the other. +However, their kindly efforts prevented me from +taking headers into the mud. But my troubles were +not yet over. I saw, leaning against the house at a +steep angle, another long pole with notches cut in it +all the way up to the door of the building. I saw the +Rajah hopping up this small cylindrical stairway with +the agility of a gazelle. No explanation was given to +me, but the Dyaks signed to me that I had to do +the same, so I tried to climb the pole. It was only +about twenty inches in circumference, so it will be +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> +realized that this was a disconcerting sight to a +person unaccustomed to acrobatic feats. However, +the Rajah seemed to take it as a matter of course, and +I tried to do the same, but the difficulty of turning +one’s feet out to the right angle was very trying at +first. I clasped the pole with great fervour as I went +up, and one of the Dyaks behind me took hold of my +ankles, placing my feet on each notch with great care. +A Dyak in front of me held my left hand and with +my right I clutched the bamboo pole, and thus, with +a good deal of slipping and a great deal of fright, I +managed to reach the verandah of the house.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0581"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0581.jpg" + alt="Weaving cotton"> + <p class="caption">SEA DYAK WOMAN WEAVING A COTTON PETTICOAT</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>An extraordinary thing happened on this visit. +In every Dyak house of note—​and this was the +residence of a great Dyak chief, called Banting—​a +portion of the building is assigned entirely to the +women of the tribe. On this occasion, the women +were anxious that I should visit them in their room, +which I did. The room was a large one and was +simply crammed. A little stool covered with yellow +calico and a fine Dyak mat were prepared for me, +and the women and children squatted all round me +on the floor. They took hold of my hands and +pushed up my sleeves to see if my arms were white +all the way up. I had with me one of the Mission +people, who acted as interpreter. He told me that +the women wanted me to give them medicine to make +their noses stand out from their faces as mine did; +they also wanted medicine to make their skin white. +Babies were brought to me to touch, and I promised to + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> +send them pills for their various ailments from Kuching. +The women gave me a basket they had made for me, +and then showed me their mats which they make +so cleverly, their hats, and their paddles—​much in +the same way English women would show their +collection of fans. The conversation went on +merrily, when suddenly we heard some ominous +cracks underneath our feet, and before I knew +where I was, the flooring had given way and the +women and children, the interpreter, and I, were +plunged about four feet through the floor. We hung +in bags, as it were, for the mats covering the floor +were secured to the sides of the walls, and these +prevented us from dropping to the ground below. +The Dyak warriors sprang forward and helped me +into safety. The women screamed, and I never +heard such a noise in all my life. The Rajah, in the +distance, sat imperturbably on, as though nothing out +of the way was happening. I think he could see +there was no great danger and that the mats would +support us. When the dignity of the situation +allowed him to do so, he came to where the accident +had taken place and said to me, “It is all right, +the room was overcrowded. You had better come +into the verandah and then everything will be quite +safe.” He was pleased with the manner in which I +had taken this catastrophe, and the Dyak chiefs told +him it was evident that I knew how to behave in +emergencies.</p> + +<p>We then returned to our boats. To make a long +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> +story short, I found the return down the notched pole +even more difficult than the going up, but it is wonderful +how soon one gets accustomed to anything out of the +ordinary run of things, and I went away from Banting +very much delighted with my experience in the first +Dyak house I had visited.</p> + +<p>We rejoined the <i>Heartsease</i> at Lingga and steamed +to Kuching, which we reached the next morning.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_7_6" href="#FNanchor_7_6" class="label">[7]</a> + Nowadays Punans, Bukitans, and most of the Ukits live in houses +and do some farming.</p></div></div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Eight">VIII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Some</span> months had gone by since the day of my +first arrival in Kuching and, odd as it may seem, +Europe and all its ways were relegated as it +were to an almost imperceptible background in my +memory. The charm of the people, the wonderful +beauty of the country, the spaciousness, and the absence +of anything like conventionality, all enchanted me. +Moreover, the people were my own, and every day that +passed—​and I am not ashamed to own it—​little by +little I lost some of my European ideas, and became +more of a mixture between a Dyak and a Malay. +The extraordinary idea which English people entertain +as to an insuperable bar existing between the +white and coloured races, even in those days of my +youth, appeared to me to be absurd and nonsensical. +Here were these people, with hardly any ideas of the +ways of Europeans, who came to me as though they +were my own brothers and sisters. They must have +thought some of my ways curious and strange, but +instead of finding fault with them, they gave way to me +in everything. I suppose they saw how ready I was +to care for them and consider them as members of my +family, and as the country became more familiar to me, +little by little, much as when one develops photographic +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> +plates, some hitherto unperceived trait in their character +came out and charmed me.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0621"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0621.jpg" + alt="Mail steamers"> + <p class="caption">MAIL STEAMERS’ WHARF AND TRADING VESSELS + AT ANCHOR NEAR EMBANKMENT IN KUCHING BAZAAR</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>I wish I could give a description of our home in +Kuching as it appeared to me then and as I think of +it now. How I delighted in those many hours spent +on the broad verandah of our house, watching the life +going on in the little town the other side of the river. +I think I have said before that at high tide the breadth +of the river where it runs under the banks of our +garden is as broad as the Thames at Westminster +Bridge. The little town looked so neat and fresh +and prosperous under the careful jurisdiction of the +Rajah and his officers, that it reminded me of a box of +painted toys kept scrupulously clean by a child. The +Bazaar runs for some distance along the banks of the +river, and this quarter of the town is inhabited almost +entirely by Chinese traders, with the exception of one +or two Hindoo shops. The Chinese shops look very +much like those in small towns on the Italian Lakes. +Groceries of exotic kinds are laid out on tables near +the pavement, from which purchasers make their +choice. At the Hindoo shops you can buy silks from +India, sarongs from Java, tea from China, and tiles +and porcelain from all parts of the world, laid out in +picturesque confusion, and overflowing into the street. +Awnings from the shops and brick archways protect +purchasers from the sun, whilst across the road all +kinds of boats are anchored, bringing produce from the +interior of Sarawak, from the Dutch Settlement, from +Singapore, and from adjacent islands; these boats are + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> +picturesque in the extreme. The Chinese junks were +always a delight to me, with their orange and tawny +sails drying in the sun, and the large “eyes” painted +in the bows to enable the vessels to see their way +during their journeys. Dutch schooners with their horizontally +striped flag of blue, white, and red are to be +seen, and English, French, and Siamese flags also +fluttered amongst the many masts carrying the Sarawak +colours. The most important portion of the +Bazaar lay behind the wharf, where the mail steamer +was moored, then bringing mails every ten days from +Singapore. The Chinese houses of the Bazaar are +decorated with coloured porcelains; one sees green +dragons, pink lotuses, little gods and goddesses in +grotesque attitudes, all along their fronts. The roofs +are of red tiles, some of these being higher than the +rest and having the curious Chinese termination at +each end, thus breaking the line and making it more +picturesque. Behind the Bazaar rise a succession of +hills, on which are situated European bungalows surrounded +by pleasant gardens of flowers and fruit. +The houses with their white walls and green and white +painted blinds make a charming accessory to the +background of forest trees. Churches of the different +denominations stand out prominently in the landscape, +for all Faiths enjoy the same privileges and freedom +at the hands of the Sarawak Government. One sees +the Roman Catholic and Protestant churches, Chinese +temples marvellously decorated, Hindoo shrines, and +Muhammadan mosques. Right opposite to the Palace +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> +stands the gaol and court-house, the latter a broad, low +building with a castellated tower at its entrance. The +Malay town lies towards the west, along the banks of +the river, and beyond the town stretch miles and +miles of flat forest land.</p> + +<p>When I was in Kuching, it seemed to me that the +machinery of life was moved by clockwork, the Rajah +being the most punctual man alive. At five o’clock in +the morning, just before daybreak (we must remember +that in those latitudes there is scarcely any difference +in the length of days), a gun was fired from the +Fort, at which signal the Rajah jumped out of bed. +Wishing to do the same as the Rajah, the Europeans, +Malays, Dyaks, and Chinese jumped out of bed too. +One had to dress and bathe by lamplight, and just as +one came out to drink one’s morning tea, the sun rose. +At six o’clock, Kuching was fairly astir, and the Rajah +and I used to go across in our boat (for there is no +bridge anywhere over the river) to the landing-place below +the court-house, where our horses were awaiting us. +Mounting our animals was occasionally fraught with +difficulty. Our Syces (grooms) in Sarawak were mostly +recruited from the Buyan people of an island off Java, +who are extraordinarily sympathetic in their treatment +of animals. For instance, my pony had been bought +in Labuan, chosen from out a herd of wild ponies +which roam about the plains of that more northern +portion of Borneo. The pony had never been broken +in properly, according to our European ideas of what +a horse’s perfect manners should be, and very often as +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> +I approached to mount the animal (he was only about +thirteen and a half hands high) he would turn round +and round. I would say to the Syce, “Try and keep +him still,” whereupon the Syce would reply, “He +doesn’t want to keep still!” Therefore so long as it +suited the pony to turn round and round, the Syce +turned round and round too. It generally took some +time before the pony became amenable, when I would +seize the moment and scramble on to his back as best +I could. This kind of thing went on nearly every +morning before I started for my ride. In those days, +with the exception of a few paths in and out of the +town, there was only one well-made road extending +for about a mile and a half into the country. Up +and down this road, the Rajah and I pounded on our +horses for the necessary exercise which every one must +take, whether in or out of the tropics.</p> + +<p>On coming home, we found the gateway into the +Palace full of all sorts of people—​Malays, Dyaks, +and Chinese—​anxious to see the Rajah. The Rajah +never refused to see any one, and after hearing their +complaints, he dismissed them kindly with a few words +of advice. The motley morning crowd always reminded +me of pictures in the Bible stories of my +childhood, for there were turbaned Hajis in their +flowing robes, women draped in dingy folds of cotton +from head to foot, youths, maidens, and sometimes +little children, crawling, walking, running, or jumping +down the path after their interviews, but whether +chieftains or beggars, Seripas or women of a lower +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> +class, there was always an innate dignity belonging to +these people; they could not look common or vulgar +however much they might try to do so.</p> + +<p>This business over, the Rajah issued forth from +the Astana with the yellow satin umbrella held over +him by the redoubtable Subu. Four Malay chiefs, +dressed in flowing robes and holding their golden-knobbed +sticks, accompanied him to the Court, where +five days in the week the Rajah dispensed justice +from 8 to 10.30. a.m. A retinue of young men and +boys, who had paddled the chiefs to the Palace, +followed the procession. I used to watch the boats +crossing the river to the landing-place, when Subu +once again held the umbrella over the Rajah’s head +to the door of the Court. There, the umbrella was +furled, when Subu, the umbrella, the Rajah and +his ministers, disappeared from my view into the +building.</p> + +<p>I then went to my rooms, where I usually found +some Malay women waiting to see me. On one +occasion, I was sitting with two or three Malay friends +having coffee in the morning, when a young Chinese +girl, in a cotton sarong and Malay jacket, dashed into +the room, followed by one of the Guards. Her face +was covered with scratches, her arms were one mass +of bruises, and round her neck was a red mark as +though she had been half strangled. She rushed up +to me, caught hold of both my knees, and said: “I +hope in you because you are the Rajah’s wife. The +place I am in is a wicked one. I am a servant to a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> +Chinese woman who is jealous of her husband. When +her husband goes out, she locks me in a room and +beats, scratches, and tortures me in every possible way, +because she thinks her husband looks upon me with +favour. I will stay with you always, I will not leave +you, for if I go back to those people the woman will +kill me.” The girl was very pretty, with a pale yellow +skin and beautiful eyes, and I could quite understand +that any woman might feel jealous of such an adjunct +to her household. I sent the Guard away, and told the +girl she might remain in a corner of my room until the +Rajah came back from the Court. Meanwhile, her +employers, finding she had run away from their house, +had straightway gone to the Court, where the Rajah +was then sitting, and an application was made for an +order compelling the runaway to return. The Rajah, +being told that the girl had gone to the Palace and +not knowing the rights of the story, sent some police +to bring her to him over the water. When I was +told that they were below, the girl took hold of my +gown, and said that if she was to go across to the +courthouse, I was to go too to protect her. I had +with me at the time, the wives of the three chief +ministers of the Rajah’s Council, so we held a discussion +as to what was to be done. They were all on my +side, and urged me not to let the girl accompany the +police sent by the Rajah. I must say I felt rather +nervous. “Never mind,” they said: “if our husbands +make any difficulty, when they come home they shall +know it. You do the same with the Rajah, and let us +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> +save the girl if we possibly can. Moreover, when the +rights of the matter are known and they see how +dreadful the girl looks, they too will not wish to send +the girl back to her employers, but will see the +justice of our decision.” When the Rajah came back +from the Court, and heard the details of the story, he +decided to keep the girl at the Palace. Meanwhile, +the matter was inquired into, and the woman who had +been so cruel was punished by having to pay a fine of +money to be given to the girl, who became one of my +servants, and remained with me some time, until a +kind English lady, then living in Kuching, took a fancy +to her, and with the Rajah’s permission took her into +her service as lady’s maid. In course of time this +victim of unjustifiable jealousy found a Chinese +husband, and I believe the couple are still living in +Kuching under comfortable circumstances.</p> + +<p>A day or two after this incident, a war-boat full of +Dyaks, headed by their chief, arrived in Kuching and +came to the Astana to see the Rajah. If I remember +rightly, these Dyaks had been, until recently, enemies +of the Sarawak Government, owing to the usual +failing—​their love of head-taking. They had come +to lay their submission before their ruler, and to +express contrition for their misdeeds, whilst promising +to behave better in the future. The Rajah wished to +hear what the chief had to say, and gave him an audience +in his private room. The chiefs followers, about +fifty in number, who were not wanted at this interview, +were left on the verandah, and the Rajah asked me to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +keep them amused and occupied whilst he was +engaged with the chief. As the Rajah and the chief +disappeared down the stairway leading to the study, +I made signs to the warriors to follow me into our +drawing-room, thinking its furniture, so new to them, +might prove of interest. They wandered about in a +desultory way, and as I could not speak to them (not +knowing their language) I opened the piano and struck +a note or two. These sounds apparently delighted +them, and I made signs to them to sit on the floor +whilst I played that ordinary piece of music, the +<cite lang="fr">Danse Nègre</cite>, by Ascher. Grunts of satisfaction and +noddings of heads intimated their approval of my performance. +As I went on, I noticed that the rhythm +of the music acted on them somewhat strangely. +They reminded me of a number of marionettes with +strings attached to their arms and legs, moved by +invisible hands in time to the music. Their bodies, +arms, and legs jerked spasmodically, and before I quite +realized what was happening, they all sprang to their +feet and bounded about the room, yelling and waving +their arms in the throes of an animated war-dance. I +did not know how to stop them, and felt apprehensive +for the safety of the furniture and knick-knacks placed +about the room; indeed, one large palm tree standing +in a pot in a corner was nearly hurled to the ground. +As the noise grew louder, the bounds higher and +higher, and I myself playing louder and louder, I +wondered what would happen, when, in the midst of +all this turmoil, the Rajah and the chief appeared in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> +the doorway. The warriors stopped suddenly and +looked rather sheepish; some scratched themselves, +while others cleared their throats, and they all flopped +down in squatting positions on the floor. I went on +playing for a little while after the Rajah had come in. +The chief said something to his followers, and the +Rajah dismissed the company kindly. We all touched +one another’s hands, and the Dyaks then filed put of +the room and disappeared down the verandah. The +Rajah was amused and interested at the idea of my +rhythmic piano tune having carried the people so +completely off their feet, whilst I was rather pleased +at the effect of my playing on such a wild audience, +and although realizing that my music does not rouse +English people to the same frenzy of enthusiasm, +I felt that morning I had gained a success that +Rubinstein himself might have envied.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER <abbr title="nine">IX</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Despite</span> my love for Sarawak, there were +three great drawbacks to my comfort, namely, +malaria, mosquitoes, and rats.</p> + +<p>One knows that the tropics, especially where the +moisture is excessive, are trying to European constitutions. +When one remembers the abrupt transitions +from wet to dry, the fierce rays of the sun that +beat down on the vegetation, the exhalation of +myriads and myriads of leaves drawn up by the +heat of the day and cast forth again in poisonous +perfumes or evil odours into the atmosphere, all +these things must have a pernicious effect on the +health of Europeans. But we now also know that +these things obvious to our senses are not the sole +or the whole cause of some of the worst tropical +ailments, but that these are due to the invisible life +teeming in earth, air, and water. For instance, it +is now established that the disease capable of so +many variations, called malaria, is due to the sting +of my arch-enemy, the striped black-and-white +mosquito. This discovery had not been made when +I first visited the tropics, but now I do not wonder +at my feelings of repulsion whenever I saw these +horrible pests feeding on me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> +A short time after my arrival in the country, I +was seized with a somewhat unusual form of malaria. +Now the ordinary malaria is known by almost all +Europeans who live in the tropics. The Rajah, +for instance, suffers from this ordinary but very +trying and sometimes dangerous kind of fever, but +the way the pest attacked me was of a kind not +often experienced by Europeans. My kind was +more prevalent amongst the natives. Its symptoms +are disconcerting to your friends, for you feel very +bad tempered. The palms of your hands get hot +and dry, and a feeling of impending disaster takes +hold of you. These preliminaries are painless. +Then, all of a sudden, more often at sunset, you +feel sick: nothing happens, but a band of iron, as +it were, presses round your body, becoming tighter +and tighter until you imagine that fingers of steel +are twisting you up inside. You retire to bed, +propped by pillows, for you can neither hold yourself +up nor move in any way, and there you remain +gasping for breath until the attack is over. It may +last half an hour, or continue for half a day, when +it returns the next afternoon at the same hour—​the +attacks resembling those of angina pectoris. Your +complexion turns a bright yellow and your face is +covered with an ugly rash. These attacks have +lasted off and on for two or three months, when life +becomes unbearable. You can neither eat nor drink, +and get reduced to a shadow. Our English doctor +in Sarawak, who was clever and intelligent, never +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> +understood the disease. He prescribed leeches, +cupping-glasses, poultices, and fed me up with +champagne, brandy, and even port wine, with the result +that all these would-be remedies made me very much +worse. I became frightfully thin, so that after nearly +four years’ residence in Sarawak the Rajah decided +to take me home, in order to recover my health.</p> + +<p>One morning, during the first years of my residence +in Sarawak, my Malay maid, Ima, rushed into my +room and told me that a friend of hers, living in a +house near her own, was lying at the point of death +owing to continuous attacks of this disease. I could +well sympathize with the woman’s sufferings, and +although powerless to cure myself in such emergencies, +decided to try what I could do to help Ima’s friend. +I took with me a box of pills, a bottle of meat juice, +some milk and arrowroot, and, accompanied by Ima, +sallied forth to the sick woman’s house. I climbed up +the ladder that hencoop fashion led into her room, +and pushing open the dried palm-leaf door saw a +woman rolling about on the floor in paroxysms of +agony. Here were the symptoms I knew so well—​the +bright yellow complexion and rash all over the +face. The woman was so weak she could hardly +move. Ima went up to her, and lifting her up in +her arms said: “Rajah Ranee, who knows of +medicines that will make you well, has come to see +you.” The woman looked at me, and shook her +head. I told her I had brought some marvellous +remedies, known only to Europeans, and made her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> +take two pills and a spoonful of Liebig. When her +husband came in, I told him to give her a little milk +every hour, and forbade her to touch or eat anything +besides what I had prescribed for her. She was +carried inside her mosquito curtains, bent double +as she was, and gasping for breath. The next +morning, when I visited her, I found her better, +for the attack had not lasted so long as that of +the previous day. I was delighted with the result +of my doctoring, and for about a fortnight went +to see this woman nearly every day. She was very +poor, the wife of a man who earned his living by +selling fish which he netted in the river and also +by doing odd jobs in neighbouring pine-apple gardens. +The woman finally recovered and remained quite +well whilst I stayed in Kuching.</p> + +<p>As I was sitting writing inside my mosquito +house in my morning-room, one day, I heard a fuss +going on outside. Our sentry was evidently trying +to keep back a visitor who wished to see me. I +told Ima to let the visitor in, whoever he might be, +when an old and wizened personage, without a jacket, +and with garments dripping with mud and water, +came in, carrying a net bag in which were a number +of crawling things. He ran up to me, deposited +the bag at my feet, and catching hold of both my +knees, said: “Rajah Ranee pitied my wife, made +her well with her medicines and incantations. These +shrimps are for Rajah Ranee. I caught them in the +river. I nothing else to give. Cook make them +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> +into curry.” I thought this touching on the part +of the affectionate husband, and thanked him many +times. The sight of the shrimps crawling about in +the net, however, greatly disturbed me, for I cannot +bear to see animals uncomfortable. I therefore got +rid of my grateful friend as soon as I could, and, +directly he had left, told Ima (I could not do it +myself, for there was a blazing sun outside) to carry +the shrimps back to the river whence they had come. +I watched her go down the garden path, carrying +the net bag, but I question whether she did as I +told her. I rather think that she and her husband, +Dul, enjoyed shrimp curry that evening. However, +I asked no questions—“What the eye does not see +the heart does not grieve over!”</p> + +<p>This story of the sick woman has a sad ending, +for during one of my absences from Sarawak she +was again seized with the illness, and died. I was +afterwards told that she often used to say: “If Rajah +Ranee were here, with her medicines, her visits, +and incantations, I should get over it, but I hope +no more now, and I know I must die.” Until the +day of her death, she never wearied extolling my +medical skill, and this cure of mine led to some +embarrassing situations, for whenever there were +serious cases of illness, the people sent for me, +begging that I would cure them as I did the fisherman’s +wife. On one occasion, a poor woman in the +Malay town gave birth to twins, both children being +born with hare-lips. The morning of their arrival, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> +Ima came to me with an urgent message from the +father of the twins, requesting me to go directly +to their house and put the babies’ mouths straight. +I was sorry to have to refuse, but—​unlike a good +many medical men and women—​I realized my +limitations in certain cases!</p> + +<p>Now for mosquitoes. Nothing one can say or +write can give any idea of the tortures one undergoes +by the actual biting of mosquitoes. A great many +people imagine that these pests only begin to torment +one at sunset. This is a mistaken idea. A certain +kind of black mosquito, striped with white, is a +most pernicious pest. By day and night it harassed +me so much that if I wanted to do anything at all, +I had to retire behind the shelter of a mosquito +house. My Malay friends did not seem to care +whether mosquitoes stung them or not; indeed, they +seemed to enjoy the heavy slaps they administered +on their faces, hands, or legs, in their attempts to +kill the foe. Their methods, however, required a +certain amount of skill. The results of their slaps +were not pleasant to witness, and when imitating +their methods of slaughter, I always had, close by, +a basin containing a weak solution of carbolic acid, +and a towel. After a bite, the spot was washed, +the remains of the mosquito disposed of, and I was +ready for another onslaught. Malay women were +not so particular, for after killing a mosquito, they +would rub off all traces with their coloured handkerchiefs. +My paraphernalia of basin, sponge, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> +towel elicited from them various grunts. They +made funny noises in their throats and appealed to +Allah at my extraordinary patience in taking these +precautions.</p> + +<p>I now come to rats, which were a far more serious +business. A Malay woman once told me she had +watched a detachment of rats, four or five in number, +trying to get at some fowls’ eggs she had laid by for +cake-making. She was inside her house (Malay houses +are often rather dark), and in the dim light she saw +these swift-gliding creatures hovering near the place +where the eggs were stored. She waited to see what +would happen, and saw a large rat—​large as are +Norwegian rats—​somehow or other get hold of an +egg, roll over on its back, holding the egg firmly on +its stomach with its four paws, when the other rats +took hold of its tail, and by a series of backward jerks +dragged their companion to a hole in the leafy walling +of the store, where it disappeared from sight. I +believe this particular story is told with variations all +over the world.</p> + +<p>A great many stories might be related of rats, but +the most extraordinary thing I ever saw regarding +these animals was a migration which took place one +evening at dusk through my bedroom. I was just +getting better from a severe attack of malaria, and +was lying on the bed inside my mosquito house +half awake and half asleep, with my Malay Ayah +sitting against the wall in a corner of my room. +Suddenly, I saw two or three long objects moving +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> +across the middle of the room, their black bodies +standing out against the pale yellow matting. My +room opened on to verandahs from all sides (as every +one who is acquainted with the architecture of tropical +houses will understand), and it was easy for any +animal to climb over the outer verandah and pass +through the screened doors leading to the opposite +verandah. I watched these crawling creatures, and, +being only half awake, wondered what they were. +At first I thought it was the result of malaria, making +me see things which did not exist, but when the rats +were joined by others coming in at one door and +going out of the other, in numbers of tens, of twenties, +of sixties, then it must have been hundreds, for the +floor was one mass of moving objects, I called to the +Ayah, who sat motionless the other side of the room. +“Don’t move,” she said; “they are the rats.” I was +too frightened not to move, and I screamed out to the +Rajah, who I knew was in the room next to mine. +As he came in, the rats ran up one side of him, +and I remember the dull thud they made as they +jumped off his shoulder to the floor. Some fortmen, +hearing my screams, also appeared. The Rajah told +me to make as little noise as possible, so I had to +remain still whilst thousands and thousands of rats +passed through my room. This abnormal invasion +lasted for about ten or fifteen minutes, when the rats +began to diminish in number, until there were only a +few stragglers left to follow the main body.</p> + +<p>It appears that such migrations are well known all +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> +over Sarawak, and that people fear them because +they are accompanied by a certain amount of danger. +It is said by the natives that if any one should kill one +of these rats, his companions would attack the person +in such large numbers that his body would be almost +torn to pieces. Looking deeper into the matter, one +wonders why these creatures should so migrate, and +where they go; but this no one seems to know. +Their area of operations is a restricted one, for it +appears that on this occasion my bedroom was the +only human habitation through which they went.</p> + +<p>By the time the last rat passed through my room, +and I began to breathe freely again, darkness had +come. My room was lit by the dim light of a wick +floating in a tumbler of cocoa-nut oil, enclosed in a +lantern of glass. The Ayah took up her position +again and squatted by the wall without saying a word, +nearly petrified with terror at what had happened. I +pictured this mass of swiftly-moving, crafty-looking +creatures, under the influence of some mysterious +force unknown to ourselves, and remembered Cuvier, +that great Frenchman, who wrote that when one +thinks of the family life of even the most loathsome +of creatures, one is inclined to forget any repulsion +one may feel towards them.</p> + +<p>Rats, however, were a great trouble to me. I +have recognized individual rats visiting me on different +occasions. I don’t know whether they wanted to +make friends, one will never know, but they frightened +me dreadfully. I often pitied the way the poor creatures +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> +were trapped, poisoned, and killed, when after +all they were only trying to keep their place in the +world, just as we do.</p> + +<p>On another occasion, I was fast asleep when I +woke up feeling a sort of nip. I opened my eyes +and saw a large rat sitting on my arm. I shook it +off, and it fell to the ground. Being in my mosquito +house, I was curious to discover how the rat had got +in, and lighting a candle, found that it had gnawed a +hole through the muslin to get at some food placed +on a table for me to eat during the night.</p> + +<p>As luck would have it, these rat visitations invariably +took place when I was ill, so perhaps it magnified +the disgust I felt towards these creatures. But thinking +on the matter many times since, I have largely +got over my loathing for rats, and I do not think +nowadays, I should mind their migrating through +my room, because I have become more familiar with +animals and their ways.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER <abbr title="Ten">X</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">There</span> are certain animals in Sarawak, very +little mentioned by travellers, with which we +are always surrounded. These are the lizards +which run up and down the walls of all houses in +the tropics. They are light grey-green in colour, +make a funny little noise, and on this account the +natives call them chik-chak. They have the peculiar +and rather disagreeable property of shedding their +tails; once or twice they have dropped these appendages +on to my head as they ran to and fro on the +ceiling. It sometimes happens that if a picture or a +piece of furniture standing against a wall is moved, +a very large black chik-chak, about twice the size of +an ordinary chik-chak, will come out from behind these +shelters. I have noticed that a great many rooms are +inhabited by one of these black chik-chak ensconced +behind such safe retreats, and these giants of the +same species are called by Malays, “Rajah chi-chak.”</p> + +<p>One might also make remarks of an uncomplimentary +nature about centipedes and scorpions, but +I know very little about these formidable insects—​if +they are insects. I only remember on a certain afternoon, +when getting up from my usual siesta, I saw on +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> +the muslin walls of my mosquito house a large black +thing looking like a miniature lobster. I called the +Rajah, who at once recognized it as an enormous +scorpion. He took hold of a spear leaning against +the wall, so as to kill it, well knowing the awful effects +of its sting. I could never have believed what a +difficult thing it is to kill a scorpion. Its shell is +apparently so thick that it takes a long time to give +it its death-blow. I hate seeing anything killed +(although on this occasion it was absolutely necessary), +so I rushed out of the room. Needless to say, +the Rajah ultimately dispatched it.</p> + +<p>As for snakes, I am not going to say a word +against them. They are the most beautiful creatures +one can possibly see, and in my experience they are +not nearly so deadly or so dangerous as people seem +to think. The most deadly snake in Sarawak is the +much-feared hamadryad. Its dangerous character +comes from its very virtues. Whenever a hamadryad +is laying her eggs, her mate looks after her safety, +and resents the presence of any human being within +yards of where she has her nest. One afternoon, +one of our Malay servants came screaming up the +steps leading from the garden to our verandah, +closely followed by one of these hamadryads, and had +not a Guard seen her danger and killed the snake, +she must have been dead in three or four seconds.</p> + +<p>Although beasts of prey, such as tigers, panthers, +etc., are unknown in Sarawak, the most dangerous +reptile in the country is without doubt the crocodile. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span> +I do not think that any statistics have been taken of +the loss to human life caused by these creatures in +Sarawak, but that their victims are numerous is +certain, for every one living in the country has known, +or has witnessed, the destructive powers of these +creatures. I remember when we were at dinner one +evening, we heard the most terrible commotion in +one of the little streams running around our garden. +They came from a man and from the women folk +of his house, and we sent to inquire the cause. We +were told that the man had gone to bathe in the creek +near his house, and had been seized by a crocodile. +The man had laid hold of the log which served as +a landing-stage, and the crocodile had managed to +tear off one of his legs. He was taken to his house, +and although our English doctor did all he could for +him, he died the next morning.</p> + +<p>I have often, in my excursions up and down the +river, been followed in our small river boat by these +reptiles, and generally the boat boys were the first +to see the tiny conical roofs above their eyes—​the +only portion to be seen above the water—​and as +these move swiftly towards the boat, you conclude +that you are being followed by a crocodile. The +experience is not a pleasant one, although it is +seldom that the reptile is powerful enough to upset +a canoe capable of carrying six or seven people. +The danger to the inhabitants of Sarawak lies in the +fact that they go about from one house to another on +the river-banks in very small canoes, which only hold +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> +one person. Sometimes the canoe is so small you +can hardly see its wooden sides, and its solitary occupant +appears as though he were sitting on the water, +paddling himself along. Both men and women are +very skilful in the management of any craft on the +waters of these rivers, and despite the fact that crocodiles +often with a swish of their tails knock the boats +in the air, and seize the occupants as they fall back +into the river, paddle in hand, the people seem quite +indifferent to the risks they run in these small canoes.</p> + +<p>A great many years ago, before Kuching became +as civilized as it is now, and when it had few steamers +on the river, an enormous crocodile, some twenty feet +in length, was the terror of the neighbourhood for +three or four months during the north-east monsoon—​the +rainy season of the country. Our Malay +quartermaster on board the <i>Heartsease</i> was seized +by this monster as he was leaving the Rajah’s yacht +to go to his house, a few yards from the bank, in +his little canoe. It was at night that the crocodile +seized him, the canoe being found empty the next +morning. Although no one had actually witnessed +the calamity, it was certain the poor man had been +taken by the monster. This was his first victim, but +others followed in quick succession. The crocodile +could be seen patrolling the river daily, but it is very +difficult to catch or shoot such a creature. At length +the Rajah, becoming anxious at the turn affairs were +taking, issued a proclamation offering a handsome +reward to any one who should succeed in catching +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> +the crocodile. This proclamation was made with +as much importance as possible. The executioner, +Subu, bearing the Sarawak flag, was given a large +boat, manned by twenty paddles, painted in the +Sarawak colours, and sent up and down the river +reading the proclamation at the landing-stages of +Malay houses. Looking from my window one morning, +I saw the boat gaily decorated and looking very +important on the river, with the yellow umbrella of +office folded inside and the proclamation from the +Rajah being read. A few yards behind the boat I +imagined I could see, through my opera glasses, the +water disturbed by some huge body following it. +The natives had noticed this too, and it was +absolutely proved that wherever the boat went up +or down the river, the monster followed it, as if in +derision of the proclamation.</p> + +<p>A great deal of etiquette had to be observed +after the capture of this crocodile. As it was being +towed a captive to the place of execution, the +process to be observed required that it should be +first brought to the Rajah, and until it was safely +landed in the Rajah’s garden, the most complimentary +speeches were made to it: “You are a Rajah”; +“You must come and see your brother”; “You are +the light of the day”; “You are the sun and moon +shining over the land,” etc. These flattering remarks +were made by the captors as they dragged the huge +scaly thing to its doom, but once it was safely in the +presence of the Rajah, it was made a target for the most +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> +insulting language. I saw the crocodile as it lay +helpless with its paws tied over its back in the +Rajah’s garden. The Malays were careful to keep +out of reach of the switch of its tail, as one blow +from it would have seriously injured anyone who +went too near. The Rajah having passed sentence, +the reptile was dragged off to be killed by having +its head cut off. This done, the body was opened, +when human remains, together with the rings and +clothes of our unfortunate quartermaster, were found, +thus proving our surmises as to his death to be +correct.</p> + +<p>Full of excitement and zeal after what had taken +place, the Malays who had captured the crocodile +considered that the deceased quartermaster’s silver +ring, in which was set a diamond of the country, +should be presented to me. Therefore, Talip, holding +the ring between his thumb and forefinger, with +many bows and ceremonious speeches, brought it to +me for my acceptance. I am sorry to say that my +feelings were too strong for me on the occasion, and I +could not possibly touch the thing. I was so sorry, +and told Talip I was grateful for such kindness, but +that I thought the ring ought to belong to the victim’s +wife or daughter. I sent my thanks for the kind +thought, and was very glad when Talip and the +ring disappeared from view. So ended the history +of the great crocodile, whose doings are even now +spoken of in Sarawak.</p> + +<p>As we are on the subject of animals, we must not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span> +forget to talk about those very delightful creatures, +the monkeys. A most delicious Gibbon exists in +Sarawak, which the natives call the wah-wah; it is +the one which imitates the sound of running water +in the morning. Wah-wahs are easily tamed, and +quickly take to human beings. I was presented with +one of these little animals by Datu Isa, wife of the +Datu Bandar, and its pathetic little jet black face, its +round, beady, frightened eyes, its grey fur fitting its +head like the wig of a clown, soft almost as that of +the chinchilla but thicker and longer, and its black +arms and legs, made it a beautiful little creature. +Datu Isa placed the animal in my arms, when it +clung to me as children do. The care of this little +being, so helpless, so frightened, so full of a want of +affection, really made me quite miserable. I tried to +give it the food it liked, I took great care of it and +kept it always with me when I was in the house, +but it went the way of beautiful sensitive animals +taken by kind ignorance into the company of human +beings. Like most monkeys of its kind in captivity, +the poor little wah-wah developed pneumonia a few +months after it had been given to me, and died. It +was a great grief to me, and I begged my Malay +friends, as kindly as I could, not to give me any more +such charming and yet such sorrowful presents. The +wah-wah cannot live in captivity, for it is the lack +of their own natural food that kills these delicate +creatures, though they will eat almost anything, even +cocoa-nut, which is fatal to them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> +A friend of mine, a Malay woman living in the +Malay town near our house, possessed an Albino +wah-wah. It was considered a powerful “mascotte,” +and it lived with her people some time. It must +have died during one of my visits to England, for +I never heard of it again after I left Sarawak for the +first time. On my return, I asked my native women +friends what had happened to it, but they were very +reticent in giving me news of the little creature. At +last they said: “It went to another world, and we +would rather not talk about it any more.”</p> + +<p>Another interesting animal in Sarawak is the +buffalo. These animals are tiresome when they +come into contact with Europeans. In fact, they +are dangerous to meet, should they be uncontrolled +by natives. Natives, apparently, can do what they +like with them. They never ill-treat the animals, +but talk to them as though they were human, +this treatment making the beasts tame and easy +to manage. In one of our settlements, near a +coal-mine, where buffaloes were required to drag +trucks of coal to and from the mines to the landing-stage, +whence it was shipped to Kuching and Singapore, +the animals were housed in stables made of palm +leaves, and their keepers, who were Boyans, stayed +with them. In course of time, the stables became +unfit for habitation either for man or beast. The +Rajah therefore ordered new stables to be built for the +buffaloes and their keepers. When the new stables +were finished and ready for their reception, it was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> +noticed that neither the buffaloes nor their keepers +made any use of them. The Rajah, hearing this, made +inquiries, when the overseer of the coal-mine, a native +who wrote English, sent the Rajah a dispatch informing +him that the animals were so much annoyed and +put out with their new quarters that they absolutely +refused to occupy them, and therefore their keepers, +not wishing to incur the displeasure of their friends, +preferred to stay in the leaky dwellings. In course +of time the question was satisfactorily solved, for the +Rajah being of a tactful nature, usually surmounts +difficulties that may arise with any of his subjects, +men or buffaloes.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Eleven">XI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">During</span> those first four years of my stay in +Sarawak, the advent of a little girl and twin +boys served to show still more strongly the +affection and devotion of the people for their chief. +Looking back to that time, I cannot help remembering +with pleasure the way in which the people took +my children to their hearts; the funny little jingling +toys they made to amuse them when they were quite +babies; the solicitude they showed for their health; +the many times they invited them to their houses, +when I felt that they were even safer in their keeping +than in my own. All this often returns to my mind, +and makes me feel more of a Malay than ever.</p> + +<p>One sad incident I must mention, if only to +contradict the common idea that Muhammadans are +all fanatics and incapable of sympathy towards the +religious feelings of those who are outside their +creed. Once, when returning from a journey with +the Rajah, I met with a bad accident. I fell down +the hold of a steamer, which resulted in one of my +children, a son, being born dead. When this +happened, the Rajah had been called away by urgent +business up some of the far-off rivers of the interior. +Naturally, I was very ill, and the four Malay chiefs +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> +of the Rajah’s Council were anxious to show their +sympathy with me. When they heard that the child +had never lived, they went to the doctor and asked +him where it was to be buried. The doctor naturally +referred them to the Bishop, who had no other alternative +but to decide that it could not be buried in +consecrated ground. But the chiefs thought differently. +They came that night to the Astana, bringing with +them a coffin and carried the little body to the +consecrated ground on our side of the river, where +some of the Rajah’s relatives are laid. These chiefs +dug the grave themselves, and covered it over with +a grass mound. I was much too ill at the time to +know what was going on, but I was told afterwards +that Datu Isa insisted on a tree of frangipani being +planted over the spot. I am sorry to say the tree +died, but this additional proof of those dear people’s +sympathy can never fade from my memory.</p> + +<p>The Rajah returned to Kuching immediately he +heard the news, and in a few weeks I began to mend. +When I was well enough, Datu Isa sat with me daily, +and she said the event of my recovery must be +marked by a thanksgiving ceremony, for which an +afternoon had to be set apart. “You must lie quiet +all the morning, Rajah Ranee,” she said, “and think +kind thoughts, so that your mind may be serene. I +will appear at three o’clock with my women.” I did +not in the least know what she was going to do. At +three o’clock, according to her promise, Datu Isa +headed a long procession of my friends, who came to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> +the door of my room. I was told not to speak, and +we were all as silent as the grave. Datu Isa opened +the door of my mosquito house; she carried in one +hand a piece of something that looked like dried +shark’s skin, and in her other she held a ring of pure +gold. One of her daughters had a basket containing +grains of rice dyed with saffron. Datu Isa rubbed +the ring against the “something” two or three times, +and then traced signs over my forehead with the +ring. She scattered a tiny pinch of gold dust on my +hair, and threw a handful of the yellow rice over me. +“Thanks be to Allah, Rajah Ranee, for you are well +again.” I was just going to speak, but she motioned +me to be quite silent, and she and her women departed. +Being somewhat given to superstition, I feel +sure that this quaint rite hastened my recovery.</p> + +<p>Before I close this chapter of the first years of my +stay in Sarawak, it would be ungrateful of me did I +not mention the tokens of affection and kindness I +received from the English ladies of the place, almost +all of them having come to live in Kuching since my +first arrival there. Mrs. Crookshank, wife of the +Resident of Sarawak; Mrs. Kemp, then the wife of +the Protestant Chaplain; indeed, all the ladies then +living in Kuching were always charming to me. We +saw a great deal of one another, and whenever any of +these ladies left the country, their absence from our +tiny English society was very much felt.</p> + +<p>As regards my relations with the Malay women, the +Rajah himself encouraged our friendship; he approved +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> +of my methods regarding them, and sympathized with +them most completely. Owing to his desire to make +the place more agreeable to me, he appointed my +brother, Harry de Windt, his private secretary. This +was a great joy to me, my brother and I being devoted +to one another. I like to imagine that the interest +he took in Sarawak, and the many expeditions on +which he accompanied the Rajah, first inspired the +travelling passion in him and led to his future +achievements in the many world-wide explorations, +for which (though he is my brother) I think I may +rightly say he has become famous. It was also during +his stay in Sarawak that he wrote his first book and +began his career as an author.</p> + +<p>So my first four years of residence in Sarawak +passed away as a dream, until it was realized that +malaria and the climate made it impossible for me to +remain in the country without a change to England. +Therefore the Rajah made up his mind to go home for +a year or so, for he himself, with his incessant work, +expeditions, and journeys here and there for the good +of the people, had suffered quite his share of fever. +As we stepped into the <i>Heartsease</i>, all my women +friends congregated on the lawn of the Astana to say +good-bye to me. No need now to ask where were the +women, and no need now to send for them lest they +might be too frightened to come of their own accord. +There they were, the best friends I ever had, or ever +hope to possess. I felt inclined to cry as I said goodbye +to them all, and had it not been for ill-health, I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span> +think the idea of a journey to England would have +been hateful to me.</p> + +<p>It was during this voyage that the first great +sorrow since my arrival in Sarawak occurred. The +three children we were taking home with us died +within six days of one another, and were buried in +the Red Sea.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twelve">XII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">It</span> might be interesting to explain, as briefly as +possible, the position the Rajahs and their people +occupied in that great concern we now know +under the name of the British Empire. When the +first Rajah Brooke undertook the government of the +country, he did so, as he thought, temporarily, imagining +that the British Government would in time take +the country under its protection. Apparently the +British Government was not anxious to increase its +responsibilities in the Far East, so that for years +the first Rajah struggled on protecting his people +unsupported and alone. One important fact to be +remembered is that ever since the Brooke dynasty has +existed in Sarawak, only in very few instances, have +the forces of the British Empire been required to help +the two Rajahs and their Government against their +external enemies, although these were the enemies of +the world at large, for it was only in expeditions against +pirates who swept those seas, thus hindering commerce, +that British guns came to the assistance of the +white Rajahs. If we view the matter dispassionately +and, shall we say, from the standpoint of the man in +the street, the position was without doubt a difficult +one, both for the British Government, and for the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> +Rajahs themselves. Most of us are aware that vast +lands of tropical countries—​many of them ill-governed +by native princes who are only anxious to amass +money for themselves, regardless of the welfare of +their subjects—​have over and over again been exploited +for shorter or longer periods by European adventurers. +History teaches us that Europeans, from the time of +Cortes down to these days, have on different occasions +swooped like vultures on almost unknown tropical +countries, have gained concessions, the money paid +finding its way into the treasuries of the various +princes who claimed the soil, and in this way the +unfortunate inhabitants, the real owners of the land, +have been enslaved and forced by nefarious, cruel, +and tyrannical methods to give their very life’s +blood so that these land-grabbing aliens might become +rich.</p> + +<p>Being so intimately associated with the Rajah and +his people, it is natural I should be the last to hear +the opinions of that portion of the British public +unacquainted with the methods of these rulers, but +I cannot help thinking that very probably then, +and even now, the white Rajahs of Sarawak are +classed with such adventurers, and on this account +they found it so difficult to get proper recognition +of their sovereignty from the British Government. +Here was a country come suddenly into existence, +with all the paraphernalia of a good Government, +with its Ministers, its Courts of Justice, its safety +for life and commerce, all in English hands, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> +owned by private individuals. Communication was +slow in those days, and the real position of the rulers +and their people was only known to very few and +inquiring minds amongst the élite of English-speaking +people. The Rajahs were, individually, subjects of +the British Crown, and, despite of their belonging to +an old and very much respected English family, they +had few friends at the English Court to push forward +their interests.</p> + +<p>The full recognition of Sarawak as an independent +State by England occurred in 1863, whilst Lord +Palmerston was Premier and Lord John Russell +Secretary for Foreign Affairs. It was then that the +first English Consul was appointed to Sarawak as a +formal acknowledgment of its independence. Warships +calling at Kuching saluted the Rajah’s flag with +twenty-one guns, so that within his own country the +Rajah was acknowledged by the British Government +as an independent ruler. The first Rajah died five +years after the appointment of the Consul, for it will +be remembered that the present Rajah succeeded his +uncle in 1868.</p> + +<p>On our first visit to England after our marriage, +the Rajah was anxious to pay homage to Her +Majesty, which was only an ordinary act of courtesy on +his part, considering his position as ruler in a portion of +the Malayan Archipelago. When he requested leave to +attend one of Her Majesty’s levees as Rajah of Sarawak, +the answer given by the Secretary of State for +Foreign Affairs was somewhat disconcerting, in view +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> +of Sarawak having been recognized as an independent +State. The Rajah was informed that Her Majesty’s +Government did not see their way to present him to +the Queen as Rajah of Sarawak, but that he could +attend a levee in the private capacity of an English +gentleman, simply as “Mr. Brooke.” The difficulties +of the position were obvious, when one remembers +that the Rajah was governing Sarawak for the +benefit of his people, the British Government +having recognized the country over which he ruled. +Owing to the exigencies of his Government, the +Rajah had to employ Englishmen to assist him +in his work; these gentlemen, being nominated by +him and paid out of the Sarawak treasury, owed +no allegiance to the Foreign or Colonial Offices at +home. To ensure success in the Rajah’s endeavours, +these English gentlemen were bound to honour and +obey him, and to acknowledge him as their chief, +yet here was the British Government absolutely +refusing to recognize the Rajah of Sarawak in +England as ruler of his own country!</p> + +<p>After much correspondence and several interviews +with the heads of the different departments in power, +the Rajah, a most loyal servant of Her Majesty’s, +obtained what the Government called the favour of +being presented to Her Majesty as Mr. Brooke. The +officials insisted that <cite>Rajah of Sarawak</cite> should be +placed in brackets, as though in apology for the +Rajah’s position!</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_0981"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_0981_1.jpg" + alt="Tuan Muda"> + <p class="caption">TUAN MUDA OF SARAWAK</p> +</div> +<br><br> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_0981_2.jpg" + alt="Rajah Muda"> + <p class="caption">H.H. THE RAJAH MUDA OF SARAWAK</p> +</div> +<br><br> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_0981_3.jpg" + alt="Tuan Bungsu"> + <p class="caption">TUAN BUNGSU OF SARAWAK WITH HIS +LITTLE SON, JIMMIE BROOKE</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span> +Very few people even nowadays understand the +position of the Brookes in Sarawak, and it is difficult +to drive into their heads that the Rajah’s wish to be +recognized as Rajah of Sarawak had nothing to do +with his own personality. No one can gainsay the +fact that nothing is so dangerous to the prosperity of +a country as the anomalous position of its ruler and +its Government. Although I had nothing to do with +the politics of my adopted country, I shared in my +husband’s wishes that the position of Sarawak might +be protected, and its ruler’s position acknowledged +by the Queen, in order to give additional security and +stability to its Government and its people. However, +in spite of the scant personal recognition shown +for many years to the Rajah by the British Government, +the country managed to flourish—​an obvious +testimony to his single-minded and statesmanlike +methods.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding these purely political preoccupations, +the time we spent in England was wholly +delightful. I quickly regained my health, and +enjoyed the English life very much, but never for +a moment did I forget my land of predilection the +other side of the world, for I was always looking +forward to the time when I should return there and +begin again the life amongst my beloved Malays and +Dyaks.</p> + +<p>The present Rajah Muda was born during this +visit to England, and his arrival telegraphed to +Sarawak, elicited from the people many kind and +delightful letters. When the time came for our +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> +return to our country, our son was six months old, and +owing to the sorrowful experience we had had of the +dangers of a sea-voyage for young children, we left +him in charge of our good friends, Bishop and Mrs. +MacDougall. Our baby was to stay with them in +England until he had completed his first year, when +he was to rejoin us in Sarawak.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Thirteen">XIII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">When</span> we returned to Sarawak, I felt, as it +were, a giant refreshed. All symptoms +of malaria had gone, and, as we steamed +under the landing-place of the Astana, I could see +on its broad verandahs my Malay women friends +waiting for me. We had lots of things to talk about. +Datu Isa was the proud possessor of four more +grandchildren, and these were duly presented to +me, wrapped in the tight swaddling clothes usual to +Malayan babies. I was told that Datu Isa and the +other chiefs’ wives were delighted with the behaviour +of their lords and masters during my absence, who +had not so much as hinted at the possibility of +adding an additional wife to their household. Talip +was also radiant at our return, as was the redoubtable +Subu, present with the yellow umbrella, splendid, +as usual, in his executioner’s uniform of gold and +green satin shimmering with ornaments. It was +about this time, although I do not know just how +it came about, that I got to know Subu better than +I ever did before. He was an old man then, nearing +the end of his career, for he was one of those who +had been with the first Rajah Brooke when he +was made Rajah of Sarawak. Such stories the old +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> +man had to tell of his encounters with pirates, also +of the difficulty he had with his wives, for, sad +as it may seem to relate, he had embarked on +three, one less than the number allowed to good +Muhammadans by the great Prophet himself. The +youngest wife he had married not so long ago gave +him a good deal of trouble. “She will not listen to +the exhortations of my wife No. 1,” he would tell me. +“This troubles my heart; it makes me sick. She is +too wilful and arrogant in her youth. She is pretty, +it is true, but she need not always be counting my +eldest wife’s wrinkles. It is not the way young +people should behave to those who are older than +themselves, for even in old wives lie the wisdom +of time; young ones are thoughtless, stupid, and +unknowing.” Notwithstanding these domestic storms +at home, Subu’s wives always called on me together. +They would come in strictly in their precedence, +No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, and I am bound to say that +so long as they remained with me, the No. 2 and the +No. 3 wives always asked permission of the No. 1 +wife before they ventured on a remark. These +women, however, were not brilliant specimens of the +womanhood of Malaya, so, to be quite truthful, +I preferred Subu’s visits unaccompanied by these +dames.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1021"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1021_1.jpg" + alt="Muda and son"> + <p class="caption">THE DAIANG MUDA AND HER SON +ANTHONY BROOKE</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<br><br> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_1021_2.jpg" + alt="Ranee Muda"> + <p class="caption">H.H. THE RANÉE MUDA</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<br><br> +<div class="figcenter"> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1021_3.jpg" + alt="Daiang Bungsu"> + <p class="caption">THE DAIANG BUNGSU</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>He used to sit on the floor of my room, on a mat +prepared for him, and tell me of many events, fights, +and hairbreadth escapes he had encountered in his +chequered career. His most interesting stories, however, + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span> +related to the victims whom he had dispatched +into the next world. They almost all belonged to +the same order of criminals. There were a few +Chinese murderers, who had killed people through +avarice; Malays, who had slain people on account of +jealousy, or through temper; but the greater number +of the evildoers were Dyaks who had taken heads +on their own account, just for the honour and glory +of possessing one of these ghastly trophies. As far +as Dyak and Malay malefactors went, it appears the +same scene was nearly always enacted, but I had +better say at once that no man has ever been executed +in Sarawak without the Rajah’s sanction, he alone +having power over life and death throughout the +country. Very often the trial of more serious crimes +lasted some days, so thorough were the inquiries set +on foot by the Rajah and his ministers.</p> + +<p>The trial for murder in Kuching is hedged around +by the same precautions when a human life is at +stake as it is in the Courts of Law in England. A +jury consisting of the culprit’s own countrymen is +usually empanelled, and the magistrate of the district +(an Englishman), the Rajah’s ministers (generally three +in number), and the Rajah himself, weigh the evidence +with the most minute care. When the death sentence +has to be passed, it is only after all other resources +have failed, and the condemned man is usually led +out to his doom the morning after the sentence is +passed. The criminals are executed by the kris, +with which weapon Subu was wonderfully expert. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span> +A kris is a curious-looking dagger, straight and flat, +the blade double-edged, eighteen inches long, with a +sharp point. It is inserted in the cavity of the +condemned man’s right shoulder, and thrust diagonally +across the body through the heart, causing instantaneous +death. “Do they never tremble?” I would +ask Subu. “No,” he said; “they do not tremble. +They smoke cigarettes while their grave is being dug, +and sometimes they eat betel-nut and sirih. Then, +when I tell them, they sit on the brink of their grave +as though they were sitting on the edge of their bed, +prepared to take their afternoon sleep. We always +parted good friends,” said Subu, “and very often we +talked all the way to the place of execution.”</p> + +<p>The condemned men never quite knew when +their last moment had come, for they sat placidly +smoking until Subu approached from behind them, +and with one blow of the kris sent them into +eternity. “You white people fret too much about +trifles, and that makes you frightened of death,” Subu +would say. “We take it just as it comes, and consider +that Allah has chosen the best moment to end our +lives. Many such murderers have I sent to their +peace,” he often said to me. “I am an old man +now, but I hope Allah in His mercy will permit me +to kris ten more before He gathers me up into His +paradise. Just ten more, Rajah Ranee, and then +I shall consider my work is done.” Poor old Subu, +in spite of his bloodthirsty words he possessed a +tender heart. He was gentle and kind to children +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +and animals, indeed, to all who were desolate and +oppressed.</p> + +<p>The people of Sarawak recognize the justice of +capital sentences in the most wonderful way. I +remember one case in point. The Rajah has a +battalion of drilled men, some five hundred in +number, recruited from the Dyaks and Malays +of Sarawak, together with a few Sikhs, who +voluntarily come forward to join this paid force. +The Commandant in charge of this battalion—​called +the Sarawak Rangers—​is nearly always a retired +officer from the British army, and the Rajah +usually engages a retired Gunner from one of His +Majesty’s ships, as Instructor, to teach the men the +use of guns. The men are very apt at drill, and are as +active as cats in the manipulation of guns. They all +take great pride in their work, and particularly enjoy +the management of field pieces. Their uniform is of +white drill with black facings; they wear forage caps, +and are armed with Snider carbines. Whenever the +Rajah goes on expeditions, and sometimes on his +journeys up the rivers, a certain number of these +drilled men form his bodyguard. They also act as +sentries in the Palace and other Government buildings +in Kuching.</p> + +<p>One day, one of these Sarawak Rangers, with a +gang of his friends, all young men, went on a holiday +excursion to some fruit gardens in the suburb of +Kuching. They came to a tempting-looking fruit +orchard, full of ripe oranges, mangosteens, custard +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> +apples, pine-apples, etc., fenced in by rotten railings +and owned by an old Chinaman. All fruit is dear to +native hearts, for they are essentially a fruit-eating +people. The youths, seeing these tempting morsels, +demolished the palings, entered the garden, and began +eating the fruit. The noise they made hacking +at the trees brought the old man out of his house +built in the orchard. He remonstrated with the +thieves, who took no notice, so he raised his voice +in order to elicit the help of passers-by on the +road. This so exasperated the youths, who were +bent on carrying off some of the old man’s fruit, that +in a fit of anger the Ranger drew his parang<a id="FNanchor_8_7" href="#Footnote_8_7" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> (he +was in mufti), and killed the Chinaman. Realizing +what he had done, he took to his heels, followed +by his friends, leaving the Chinaman in a +pool of blood under the fruit trees, where he was +found by the Rajah’s police—​an efficient body of +Malays under the command of an English officer. +The crime was brought home to the Ranger, who +was brought to justice and condemned to death.</p> + +<p>On the morning of the man’s execution, the +Rajah had arranged to go for a visit to the +Batang Lupar River. I was to go with him, +and the guard chosen to accompany him happened +to include the brother of the man who was to +be executed that day. The Instructor in charge +of the men informed the Rajah that the prisoner’s +brother was in a very excited state, and had been +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span> +heard by the natives speaking rather wildly in the +barracks. I believe he even expressed himself as +ready to take vengeance on the Government which +had condemned his brother to death. The Instructor +suggested to the Rajah that it might not be quite +safe to have this man included in his personal +bodyguard. “On the contrary,” said the Rajah, +“for that very reason let him come with us.” +Needless to say, the man did accompany us and +behaved himself perfectly, and by the time we +returned to Kuching he had proved himself to +be one of the most exemplary members of the +Rajah’s bodyguard.</p> + +<p>Now with regard to the police. It has often been +a matter of wonder to me how efficient this body of +Malays and Dyaks becomes under the charge of young +Englishmen. The Sarawak officers are chosen in a very +original way. Many of them fresh from some university +have somehow heard of the methods of the Rajah and +his Government, and very likely feeling an admiration +for the romantic story which has led to the present state +of affairs in Sarawak, feel they would like to join the +Rajah’s service. Often these men have had no particular +training for the work they are called upon to undertake, +and yet they grow into it, as it were. The +heads of the Rajah’s police (in the person of the +officers whom he has chosen) have been, and are, +capable of unravelling the most intricate and delicate +affairs. I cannot imagine what their methods may be, +but plots have been found out, organized by Chinese +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> +Secret Societies against the Government, which, if +they had been carried into execution, would have set +the capital in flames and killed every white person +living in Kuching. Thanks to the intelligence, zeal, +and unceasing vigilance of these officers, such calamities +have been averted. This efficiency says a good deal +for the loyalty and devotion of the Rajah’s Englishmen +who, in spite of the drawbacks of a tropical +climate, of frequent illnesses, lack of amusement, +dullness consequent upon no English society to fall +back upon in moments of depression, and despite of +their very modest salaries, have entered so wholeheartedly +into their work. If only their exploits +were known and related as they deserve to be in +all their details, these English officers would stand +in the first rank of heroes, even of those who +have won the Victoria Cross. Owing to the little +attention given to Sarawak and its affairs, their +deeds will never become known to the British +public, and although they themselves will not +reap the benefit of their unselfishness and loyalty +to the Rajah’s country, the seed they have sown +in Sarawak has borne fruit in the growing security +and contentment of its people.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_8_7" href="#FNanchor_8_7" class="label">[8]</a> + A sword.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER <abbr title="Fourteen">XIV</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">We</span> had hardly settled down to our ordinary +life at Kuching, when the news came of +a tribe of Dyaks giving trouble in the +Batang Lupar district. Mr. Frank Maxwell was in +charge of the place, and was living at Fort Alice at +Simanggang. It happened that the Rajah’s yacht +was then being docked in Singapore, so the Rajah +decided to make his journey to Simanggang in a +war-boat. As I was rather anxious for the Rajah’s +safety on this occasion, I thought I would like to +accompany him and to stay at Simanggang while +he went up country to quell the rebellion. The +Rajah did not like the idea of taking me, on account +of the long boat journey, but I insisted and, as usual, +got my own way.</p> + +<p>We started at midday, and had to spend the first +night of the journey anchored in our boat at the +mouth of the Sarawak River. I never shall forget +the sand-flies that tormented us on this occasion; if +possible, these insects are more trying than mosquitoes. +They attack one in swarms, and are +almost invisible, so that the meshes of a mosquito +net are useless in keeping these pests from one’s +face and hands. The heat was stifling, the temperature +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> +being from 90° to 95°. I wrapped myself up—​face +and hands included—​in the folds of a silk sarong, +and in that manner passed the night in the boat. A +good deal of discomfort was obviated by my wearing +Malay dress. I need not say that my beautiful +garments, made by the chiefs’ wives, were discarded +on this occasion. Over a shift of white silk, I folded +a cotton sarong, and wore a long Malay cotton +jacket over that. In countries hot as is Sarawak, +perpetual changes of garments are necessary, and I +took with me dozens of cotton sarongs, cotton +jackets, and one silk scarf (not forgetting Datu +Isa’s injunctions that only the right eye should +be visible). A large conical straw hat effectually +shaded my face from the sun, and served as an +umbrella.</p> + +<p>After spending a somewhat disturbed night, in the +morning I had to think about getting a bath. Ima, my +maid, was with me, and proved a valuable assistant +on my journey. Our boatmen, numbering some thirty, +were well acquainted with the banks of the Sarawak +River, and knew of several pools of fresh water not far +from the place where we had anchored. Our boat, +being of great size, could not be pulled level with the +bank, so a very small canoe was brought alongside, +into which Ima and I established ourselves. Ima +took the paddle and we wobbled to the shore. I held +desperately to the sides of the boat, and luckily only +a few strokes were required to bring us to land. +Ima brought my changes of clothes, and directed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span> +me to a pool in the jungle. It was a slimy-looking +place, screened in by trees, and here we had our +morning dip. I had brought with me a piece of +soap, and tying a sarong under my armpits stepped +into the pool, and with the help of a dipper made of +palm leaves poured the water over my head repeatedly, +and in this manner managed to obtain a +fairly enjoyable bath. I dressed myself in a fresh +sarong and jacket and made my way back to the +boat, where the Rajah, who had also found a pool to +bathe in, was awaiting me.</p> + +<p>We crossed the narrow strip of sea dividing us +from the Batang Lupar River, and slept the next +night at Lingga Fort. Our paraphernalia when +travelling was very simple—​the mattresses, which +were stretched across the boat for the Rajah’s and +my comfort during the voyage, were carried on +shore and laid on the floor in the Fort, the +mosquito curtains were then hung up, and thus we +were provided with a comfortable shelter for the +night.</p> + +<p>The next day, after 45 miles of paddling, we +arrived at Fort Alice, taking Mr. Maxwell by +surprise, for although he knew that the Rajah would +make his way to Simanggang immediately on receipt +of his dispatch, he had not expected to see me as +well. There, however, as elsewhere, I met with +nothing but kindness. Mr. Maxwell cheerfully gave +me his rooms, and disappeared—​goodness knows +where—​in some dim portion of the Fort. He would +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span> +have none of my apologies, and pretended he +thought it a pleasure to have the benefit of my +company.</p> + +<p>The next day great animation prevailed all over +the place. The loyal and friendly tribes, who were +to accompany the Rajah in his expedition, had +been summoned to Simanggang by messengers to +the various districts bearing calling-out spears, +together with knotted strings. Each morning a +knot is taken out by the chief of the tribe to +whom the string has been sent, marking off the +number of days that are to elapse before the +Rajah requires his trusty subjects to follow him. +It might be as well to mention that, with the +exception of the Rangers (the drilled force from +which the Rajah chooses his fort-men, sentries, +and bodyguard), the remainder of the force might +be compared to the English Reserves, for although +the taxes of the people are very light—​Dyaks paying +one dollar per annum for their whole family—​this +does not exempt them from military service. +Those Malays who pay an exemption tax of two +dollars per annum per family are exempted from +military service. As a matter of fact, whenever the +services of Malays or Dyaks were required on expeditions, +the Rajah usually found himself at the head +of a far too numerous body of men, every man and +boy being always eager for a fight, and whenever the +fight was a lawful one, engaged under the leadership +of the Rajah himself, hardly any of the Dyak male +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span> +population could be persuaded to remain in their +homes.</p> + +<p>A large number of chiefs assembled in the great +hall of the Fort, where were stacked the rifles and +arms. When any serious matter required to be +discussed, these chiefs were bidden into Mr. Maxwell’s +private sitting-room, capable of holding fifty or sixty +people squatting comfortably on the floor. I have +often been present at such meetings. The Rajah +and Mr. Maxwell sat on cane chairs, and the chiefs +squatted in rows on the floor giving vent to long-winded +and extraordinarily fluent speeches. I do +not know the Dyak language, and it is impossible +to imagine the torrent of words that can pour out for +hours together from the lips of these warriors. Their +language resembles Malay in a disconcerting way; +knowing Malay, I supposed I might understand what +they said, but I could only catch a word here and +there. Sea Dyaks speak in a jerky manner, and in +councils of war sit perfectly motionless, their eyes +fixed on the ground, and talk interminably, until the +Rajah, sifting the important matter from the flow of +rhetoric, stops the speaker and orders another man +present to give his views on the subject. Dyaks are +born orators, and think a great deal of anyone who +can hold forth for hours without pausing for a word. +They talk about such men in eulogistic terms: “He +is good,” “He is brave,” “His mouth is beautiful,” +etc. I used to think such councils of war, from the +lengthy speeches made, must prove trying to the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> +Rajah and his officers, but living amongst primitive +people seems to change the temper, and make +patience an ordinary accompaniment to life in those +regions.</p> + +<p>I well remember the morning of this particular +conclave. After the council of war, the Rajah, Mr. +Maxwell, the chiefs, and I, went into the hall where +the arms were kept. Many obsolete weapons are to +be found in nearly all Sarawak Forts. Some of the +blunderbusses in Simanggang Fort were more than +a hundred years old, having been taken in punitive +expeditions from the houses of head-hunters. A +Dyak present on this occasion took from a rack an +old blunderbuss, and was handling the weapon unobserved +by the authorities present. Suddenly, a +sharp report rang out, and we saw smoke issuing +from the funnel of the blunderbuss and a Dyak in +the crowd holding his head. The man smiled, +“Medicine gone from that gun,” he said, “and hit +my head-handkerchief.” He took the handkerchief +off and held it up, when we could see it had been +pierced by the charge that had so unexpectedly +gone off. By a happy chance no person was +wounded in the crowded room. I felt disturbed +and looked at the Rajah, who was pulling his +moustache as he does when anything out of the way +takes place. “Strange!” he said, looking at the man; +but Mr. Maxwell was very angry. “Why do you +touch those things?” he said; “I always tell you not +to meddle with the arms.” The man gave a grunt, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> +but showed no other signs of disturbance, and the +conversation went on as though nothing unusual had +happened. When the Rajah, Mr. Maxwell, and I +met at breakfast, the matter was discussed at length, +and it was thought extraordinary that the powder +should be sufficiently dry to ignite a charge after so +many years. The mystery was never solved, but +the incident had served to bring out sharply a +curious trait in the native mind.</p> + +<p>In a few days, arrangements were completed, and +the force started from Simanggang under the command +of the Rajah. It was a picturesque sight, the +Dyaks in their war dress, their shields and war caps +bristling with horn-bills’ plumes, their flowing waistcloths +of bright colours, their swords and spears +rattling as they carried them proudly to the landing-place +and stacked them in their boats. A regular +flotilla of large war canoes followed the Rajah’s boat, +the paddles making a thundering and rhythmic noise +as they churned up the waters of the river. It was +very splendid, exhilarating, and picturesque. All the +able-bodied Malay men in the place followed the +Rajah, so that the Malay village of Simanggang, +lying beyond the Chinese Bazaar, was almost deserted +of its male population. A prince of Brunei, called +Pangiran Matali, who once had been a subject of +the Sultan of that country but who had become a +Sarawak subject, a chief called Abang Aing, and +two other Malay chiefs from neighbouring rivers, +brothers, called Abang Chek and Abang Tek (whose +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> +names and curious personalities reminded me of +Tweedledum and Tweedledee, for they seemed inseparable +friends), also accompanied the Rajah. +Pangiran Matali and Abang Aing always took their +share in expeditions against head-hunters. They invariably +stood by the present Rajah through thick and +thin, and had on many occasions risked their lives for +him. The Rajah has often spoken to me of their loyalty, +their courage, and also of their extraordinary aptitude +in helping him with advice in political matters referring +to the Sarawak Government. Daiang Kota, +Abang Aing’s wife, was a famous woman, a worthy +helpmeet to her husband and a loyal subject of the +Rajah’s. I knew all these people well, and their +memory can never fade from my heart.</p> + +<p>A wonderful being, called Tunku Ismael, was left +to guard the Fort and me. He was a Serip, a +descendant of the Prophet; he was thin and taller than +most Malays, and had beautiful ascetic features, dark +piercing eyes, and a hooked nose. He was always +dressed in white, and wore the white skull cap that +followers of the Prophet often wear, instead of the +more cumbrous turban. This charming old gentleman +and I were friends, for I always met him +during my many visits to Simanggang. Mr. +Maxwell’s little dog, called Fury, a half-breed +Yorkshire terrier, a valiant little creature, old and +toothless, brave as a lion and helpless as a mouse, +was also left in the Fort, and an old Malay, called +Sunok, bent double with age, appointed himself my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> +bodyguard. He slept at my door, and accompanied +me in my daily walks round the Malay village and +through plantations of sugar-cane and fruit orchards +that lay around this settlement. Of course, Ima was +with me, and she sent to the village for an old lady +of her acquaintance, whose name was Dalima +(meaning pomegranate), to come and help her wait +on me. My days went by as regularly as clockwork. +I got up at 5.30 a.m., sat on the terrace +outside the Fort to watch the sunrise, and with +Sunok went round and round the paths and through +sugar-cane plantations, etc. Then I came in to +bathe, have a cup of tea, and receive the Malay +women of the place. After this I had my solitary +breakfast, served by one of our Malay servants, +who had been left behind to attend on me. From +12 to 2 I had my siesta, then more visits from the +natives until 5, when it was cool enough to go out +again with Sunok until 6.30—​the hour of sunset +more or less all the year round. Then, after a hasty +meal spent in fighting with mosquitoes which fell +in clouds on to my food, I made a hurried exit +inside my mosquito curtains to escape from these +pests. Here, as elsewhere, the rats were numerous. +They almost nightly stole the wick of my night-light +from out the tumbler of cocoa-nut oil. They ran +away with the candles placed on chairs by my bedside, +and were to be seen in companies scurrying in +and out of the guns placed in the port-holes of my +bedroom. Sometimes, as I was preparing for the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span> +night, the rats would sit upon the guns, their heads on +one side, and brush their whiskers, as though they were +taking stock of my toilet. Fury used to lie at my feet, +inside the mosquito curtains, and it required all my persuasion +to prevent him from sallying forth on the warpath +against the rats, some of which were almost as big +as himself. I dreaded the poor little animal meeting +some horrible fate in an encounter with these formidable +visitors. The rats, attracted by the candles +and cocoa-nut oil, came in such numbers after a +few days, that I asked Ima and Dalima to put their +mattresses in my room and keep me company during +the night. When first this measure was broached +to Dalima, she said, “I quite understand your being +frightened, because the enemy might attack the Fort +and take us unawares during the night!” to which +remark I replied—​what was really very true—​that +the rats frightened me much more than could any +Dyaks in the country.</p> + +<p>Although my stay in Simanggang was rather +lonely, I had certain compensations which did not +entirely come from human companionship. I fancy +every one must have heard of those beautiful birds—​now +being exterminated all over the world to satisfy +the stupid vanity of ignorant and frivolous women—​the +egrets, or, as Sarawak people call them, paddy birds. +From a terrace overlooking the river I used to watch, +a little before sunrise and at sunset, for the daily +migration of these birds to and from their roosting-places +to the fishing grounds on the coast. Simanggang +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> +is divided by about sixty miles from the sea, and +every morning and evening I could be certain, almost +to the minute, of seeing this company of white wings +in triangular battalions flying across the river. The +shafts of light breaking against their bodies in tints +of orange and rose made symphonies of colour +as they formed and re-formed with the movements +of the birds. I fancied the beautiful things understood +the pleasure they gave me as they flapped +their great white wings over my head, across the +river, across miles of forest, finally disappearing like +dots of glittering light in the morning and evening +mists.</p> + +<p>Another wonderful sight on the shores of that +Batang Lupar River was the Bore, a fortnightly +phenomenon. Now the Batang Lupar, as +I have said before, is four miles in breadth at its +mouth. This vast volume of water progresses undisturbed +for fifteen miles from the mouth of the river, +when the channel narrows until at Simanggang there +are only five hundred yards from bank to bank. At +each flood-tide, the water is forced, as it were, into a +funnel, through which it rushes, beating against sandbanks, +rocks, snags, and other impediments existing +in this shallow river, hurling itself against such +obstructions with a noise like thunder which can be +heard for miles away. For some minutes the noise of +its advent was noticeable from the Fort, when in great +walls of white foam it rounded the last reach before +it passed Simanggang. Sometimes tiny boats, in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> +which were seated Malay children, were borne along +the swiftly-moving backs of the waves, the little +canoes looking like flies on the surface of a whirlpool. +The children seem to have charmed lives on such +occasions, for they can apparently play with the Bore +with impunity, although men and women have often +been known to find their death in the flood. As it +pounded up the banks, tossed itself against snags, and +fell back in huge cataracts of water, the spray, touched +by the sunlight, looked like a rain of precious stones. +Then on it went in its furious course, shaking the +boats moored to the banks near the Bazaar, tossing +them hither and thither, sometimes tearing one or +two away from their moorings, until growling, fighting, +and wrestling, it was lost to sight. For the first weeks +of my stay in Simanggang, the flocks of egrets and +the Bore were the two great attractions of the place.</p> + +<p>As I was seated at breakfast one morning, a perspiring +Dyak, frightened and incoherent, found his +way to my room and fell at my feet. Ima and +Dalima were with me, and Dalima, understanding +the Dyak language, translated the man’s words to +me. “The Rajah is killed,” he said. “All are dead, +and I go home.” I looked at the man and saw his +complexion was of a pale greenish brown, like that of +some people when terrified or ill, and I imagined he +must be of an hysterical nature. I sent for Tunku +Ismael, who was then having his breakfast at his +home in the village. The refugee sat on the floor, +dressed in a bark waist-cloth and wearing a dirty +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> +cotton handkerchief round his head. I told him not +to move, when he gave vent to sighs and grunts, and +remained speechless. When Tunku Ismael arrived, +he shook hands with me, and took his seat cross-legged +on a sofa opposite me near the wall. He did +not speak, but sat with his eyes cast down and his +hands palms downwards on his knees. “Tell me, +Tunku,” I said, “what is the meaning of this? This +man says the Rajah and his followers are killed. He +is a liar, is he not?” “Bohong benar” (truly a liar), +the Tunku replied. “It is impossible such a thing +could have happened and he the only survivor.” +“You are a liar,” said Tunku Ismael, turning to the +man, who had become greener than ever. “You +have left the force because you are afraid.” Another +grunt and contraction of the throat from the man on +the floor. “Dead, all dead,” he repeated, “the Rajah +too, and the enemy will be here to-morrow.” “All +lies,” Tunku Ismael assured me, and once more turning +to the man, he said, “Get out of this, and never +let me see you again.” With that the man slowly +departed, left the Fort, and to my knowledge was +never again seen or heard of. I asked Tunku Ismael +why the man should have told this story. The +Tunku thought he must have become terrified and +run away from the force. “Let him go in peace,” he +added, “a coward like that is better out of the Rajah’s +bala” (force). No more attention was paid to this +rumour than to the buzzing of a mosquito, and we +soon forgot all about it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> +Shortly after this incident, Tunku Ismael came to +me one morning with a grave face and said, “Rajah +Ranee, you are under my care, you go out for long +walks all round the settlement, and seem to have no +idea of danger, or that there might be bad spirits +about. Sunok is exceedingly old, and if anything +should happen to you during your long walks, what +could I do to protect you?” I inquired what danger +there was, for I knew of none. “Oh yes,” he said, +“there are many dangers. There are people we call +<i>Peniamuns</i> who dress in black, cover their faces with +black cloth, and sit in trees waiting to pounce on +passers-by. Now, Rajah Ranee, should one of these +<i>Peniamuns</i> get hold of you, we could never get you +back again, so will you kindly walk up and down the +terrace of the Fort, and not go any farther, for the +<i>Peniamuns</i> are a real danger.” I listened politely to +Tunku Ismael, but continued to take my customary +walks down to the Bazaar, across a plank of wood +thrown over a ditch, separating the Chinese Bazaar +from the Malay settlement, along the row of Malay +houses, where the women and children were always +on the look-out for me, and then home by the more +lonely orchards and sugar plantations, so feared by +Tunku Ismael.</p> + +<p>One morning, I saw through the lattice-work of +the Fort a flotilla of some fifteen war-boats coming +up the river. I hastily sent for Tunku Ismael to +inquire what these boats were. Tunku Ismael could +not quite make them out, because, he said, they +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span> +looked like war-boats. We watched the boats as +they were paddled past the Fort, anchoring along +the banks near the Bazaar, and we stepped outside +to see what was happening. We saw a group of +Kayans from the boats, carrying spears and swords, +rushing up to the Fort, headed by a small man +recognized by Tunku Ismael as being a chief named +Tama Paran, who did not bear a very good character +in the Rejang district. This chief came up to me, +brandishing his spear, and carrying a basket which, +he said, the tribe had made for me. I asked him +where they had come from, and tried to look very +stern. “We hear the Rajah has gone on the war-path, +and we have come to accompany him,” said +Tama Paran. “But,” I replied: “the Rajah has been +gone on the war-path this last month, and you do not +know exactly where he has gone. You cannot accompany +him now to the scene of action.” “Yes,” he +said; “we are going on to-morrow, because we wish +to fight for the Rajah.” I realized that this was a +serious state of things. If I allowed this force to +go after the Rajah, with no responsible European +or Malay leader to keep it in check, the Kayans +might attack some unprotected village up the higher +reaches of the Batang Lupar River, take some heads, +and pretend it was done on the Rajah’s behalf. I +said to the chief, “You must not move from here +until the Rajah comes back, unless you return to +your village.” The man did not look pleased. He +could not wait in Simanggang, he said, neither could +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span> +he return home, but at any rate he consented to +remain at Simanggang that evening. Tunku Ismael +and I, with Sunok present, then held a council of +war. We agreed it would never do to allow these +Kayans to follow the Rajah, as they would probably +endanger the safety of the country up river and +frighten its inhabitants. We could see the fleet from +the Fort, anchored near the Bazaar, and the Tunku +estimated that the force numbered some six hundred +men. He owned it would be somewhat difficult to +keep them in order if the Rajah’s return was long +delayed, but, at the same time, we intended to do our +best.</p> + +<p>Tunku Ismael warned me not to walk out that +evening along the Bazaar, because he feared that +these Kayans, not being accustomed to white Ranees, +might be disagreeable. I also felt a little apprehensive +as to what my reception would be, but after thinking +the matter well over, I came to the conclusion that if +I did not take my usual walk, the women and children +of the settlement would feel nervous, for, after all, it was +unlikely the Kayans would do me any harm, for fear of +the consequences when the Rajah returned. I therefore +sallied forth that evening feeling a bit nervous, +accompanied by the trembling octogenarian, Sunok, +and the small dog Fury. I went along the Bazaar, and +found the Chinamen standing outside their shops, who +told me, in Malay, as I passed, that they wished very +much those men would go away. The Kayans were +cooking their rice, and were not at all friendly. They +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span> +made no attempt to shake hands with me, and say +“How do you do,” as they would have done under ordinary +circumstances. They looked rather impertinently, +I thought, at my humble procession. When I reached +the end of the Bazaar and was about to cross the +narrow plank of wood leading to the Malay settlement, +I saw a big burly Kayan standing the other side of the +plank with his legs straddled, almost daring me to pass. +His arms and legs were tattooed, his ears were ornamented +with wild boar’s tusks, his hair hung over his +neck, cut square in the front, and he wore a little straw +crown and a waist-cloth of bark. I got within two feet +of the man, who gave a not very pleasant smile as +Fury barked loudly. There he stood motionless. I +turned to Sunok. “Remove that man,” I said, but +Sunok weakly replied: “He is too strong, I can’t!” +The situation was ludicrous. Had I turned back, it +would have shown fear on my part, so I asked the man, +in Malay, to get out of my way, but he remained as +though he had not heard me. There was nothing left +for me but to press forward. I walked slowly across +the plank until my chin (I was taller than the Kayan) +nearly touched his forehead. Still he did not move, +so I stood as immovable as he, and waited. After a +few seconds the man skulked off, and I went on my +way. The Malay women had witnessed this incident +from their gardens, and they rushed up to me saying: +“Do take care, Rajah Ranee, and do not go out by +yourself like this. The Kayans are a terrible people, +and might cut off all our heads before we know where +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span> +we are.” I laughed lightly, although feeling somewhat +upset, and finished my evening walk.</p> + +<p>The next day, two or three Kayan chiefs came and +asked for a sum of money which they knew was kept +at the Fort, in order, as they said, that they might buy +provisions and follow the Rajah. I again told them +they were not to follow the Rajah and that I should +not give them any money. Every day the chiefs came +on the same errand, requesting money and permission +to move. Personally, I was surprised they did not +move, because nothing I could do would have prevented +them. Tunku Ismael said they feared me, and he was +sure the course we were taking was the only one to +prevent disturbances in the country.</p> + +<p>These Kayans were a great nuisance in Simanggang. +They went about flourishing their spears and swords, +frightening the shop-keepers and agriculturists into +providing them with food. Indeed, the situation was +daily becoming more alarming, and the interviews +between the intruders and myself became more and +more stormy, until one afternoon, when they had been +in the neighbourhood for ten or twelve days, they +became almost unmanageable. “We must have +money,” they said, “and we must follow the Rajah, +and we do not care what anyone says.” Tunku +Ismael and I hardly knew what to do, when a bright +thought struck me. I knew these people liked +long speeches, discussions, councils of war, etc., and +attached great importance to dreams; so putting on a +very grave expression, I said, “Tama Paran and you +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span> +all who are his followers, listen to my words. You are +not to go up river, and you are not to have money, +because the Rajah would not wish it. But as I see +there is a strong will among you to do what you should +not do, at any rate, stay here over to-morrow; for to-morrow +is a particular date I have fixed within myself, +having last night had a dream. To-morrow I will tell +you about that dream, and I will make you understand +my reasons for wishing you to do as I tell you.” “And +if we go to-day, what will you do?” inquired Tama +Paran. I pointed to the guns—​with, I hope, a magnificent +gesture. “If you disobey my orders, the +medicine from those guns will swamp every boat of +yours in the river.” With those words, I got up and +dismissed them, after they had promised to come and +hear my speech the next day. Tunku Ismael gently +remarked: “But we do not know how to fire the +guns.” “No,” I said; “that does not matter; they +think we know, and after all that is the chief thing!”</p> + +<p>That evening I went for my walk unmolested, and +retired to bed earlier than usual. I felt anxious. I +should have been so disgusted had the Kayans gone +away, in spite of my orders to the contrary. I should +have lost prestige with the women and even the children +of Simanggang, so that I think had I seen any +signs of their boats leaving the place, I should somehow +have found means to fire the guns into their midst. +All that night I could not sleep. I was wondering +what on earth I could say to the intruders to make +them realize the force of my arguments.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span> +The question, however, settled itself. The very +next morning I heard the yells of victorious Dyaks in +the distance, then their paddles, and I knew all would +be safe because the Rajah was returning. The Rajah +soon sent the Kayans back to their homes, and, when +all was said and done, I had quite enjoyed the novel +experience.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER <abbr title="Fifteen">XV</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> Rajah’s expedition had been successful. +The enemy’s villages and rice farms were +destroyed so as to compel the people +to move farther down the river and form settlements +under the supervision of the Lobok Antu +Fort officials, about fifty miles above Simanggang.</p> + +<p>Two or three days after the Rajah’s return we took +leave of Mr. Maxwell, and embarked in our travelling +boat to return to Kuching. We spent the night +at Lingga, and started off again the next day, intending +to break our journey at a place on the coast +called Sibuyow. We arrived late in the evening at +Sibuyow village, where a messenger, sent by the +Rajah the day before, had informed the people that +we wished to spend the night at the chief’s house. +It had been exceedingly hot during the journey, and +when we arrived at our destination I was almost +dead with fatigue. Serip Bagus, another descendant +of the Prophet, chief of Sibuyow, accompanied by +the whole village, men, women, and children, was +awaiting our arrival on the bank, with gongs and all +sorts of musical instruments, making a weird and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> +rhythmic noise. The moon had risen and the palms +and mangroves lining the banks looked jet-black +against the pale, starlit sky. The mangroves +all down the river were one mass of fireflies, +reminding me of Christmas trees magnificently +illuminated.</p> + +<p>My passage on shore was made with the +customary difficulty. The ladder, laid across the +mud, was not at all easy for me to negotiate, +for the rungs were from two to two and a half +feet apart. There were so many people to help +me, however, that I managed the ascent without +mishap.</p> + +<p>Serip Bagus and his wife, the Seripa, had taken +great pains to put their house in order for our arrival. +Following the Rajah, the chief’s wife took me by the +hand and led me into a room, at one end of which +was a large raised platform, on which were laid mats +and embroidered cloths for the Rajah and myself to +sit on. This audience-room, similar to those built in +almost all Malay chiefs’ houses, was filled with the +village people, who had come to see the Rajah and +listen to what he had to say. I was very tired and +longed for rest, but did not like to say anything for +fear of disappointing the people who had so kindly +prepared this reception for us. The Rajah and I sat +side by side on the platform, whilst the chiefs made +interminable speeches. I got more and more tired, +and at last said to the Rajah: “I must go away; I +am so tired.” The Rajah begged me to try and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span> +keep up a little longer on account of the people. +At length, however, people or no people, I could +stand it no longer, and going behind the Rajah +on the platform, laid full length on the floor, and +fell fast asleep, regardless of any kind of etiquette. +I must have woke owing to the conversation ceasing, +and found the chief’s wife bending over me. She +told me she would lead me to a room where a +bed was prepared for me, and taking my right hand, +followed by her daughter, a young girl, dressed in +silks, satins, and gold ornaments, together with four +of the most aged females it has ever been my lot to +see alive, she led me into the women’s apartment, +where, occupying about a quarter of the room, was a +huge mosquito house. This was hung with valances +of red-and-gold embroidery. Lifting up a corner of +the curtain, the chief’s wife took me, as she called it, +to bed. Seven pillows, like hard bolsters, stiff and +gorgeous with gold embroidery, were piled one over +the other at the head of the bed—​these being the +seven pillows used on all Muhammadan couches, +and below them was a hard, knobbly gold-embroidered +bolster for me to rest my head on. The +chief’s wife took her position at my feet, with a +fan, whilst the four old ladies, who grunted a good +deal, each occupied a corner of the curtains, two +of them holding sirih boxes and two paper fans, in +order that I should not want for anything in the +night. When daybreak came, I knew I should have +to tell them I was awake and wanted to get up, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span> +seeing they would not dare to speak. All over +Sarawak, whether amongst Malays or Dyaks, it is +thought dangerous to awaken anyone from sleep, +in case their souls should be absent from their bodies +and never return again. Ima was not permitted +inside my mosquito curtains, nor was she allowed to +accompany me to my morning bath. The chief’s +wife, his daughter, his female cousins, his aunts, and +the four old cronies with their sirih boxes and paper +fans, came with me into the garden, where there was +a pool of water. I stepped into this, and was handed +a leaf bucket by the chief’s wife, with great ceremony; +this I filled repeatedly with water from a jar +at the side of the pool and poured over my head. +Dressed, as I was, in Malay costume, and bathing in +a sarong, my change of clothes was easily effected. +After my bath I joined the Rajah, who was having +his tea. We partook of this meal in public, the +villagers bringing us baskets of mangosteens, oranges, +limes, eggs, ancient and modern, and many other +things, too numerous to mention, considered delicacies +by these people.</p> + +<p>On this occasion we were without either guards +or police, and if I remember rightly, the Rajah’s +crew consisted of men from the village of Simanggang.</p> + +<p>As I was in the throes of negotiating the slippery +ladder at the landing-place, on my way to the boat, +a very shabby and not overclean old lady, who, I +believe, was one of the chief’s servants, rushed up +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> +to me and deposited in my hand a solitary egg. +I carried this touching little present to the boat +in fear and trembling, lest it should break or +fall out of my hand, and thus disappoint the +old dame.</p> + +<p>Our journey across the sea was not without +incident. We were in a shallow canoe, manned by +some thirty men, and as we hugged the shore (it +would not have been safe to go very far out to sea) a +storm came on, and the boat began to rock badly. +It was lucky that at critical moments our crew could +jump out along that shallow part of the coast and +keep the boat from turning turtle. Curiously enough, +I am never sea-sick in a small boat. The danger on +this occasion lay in the fact that to get into the +Sarawak River we had to cross the mouths of the +Sadong and Samarahan Rivers, and although I was +perfectly unaware of the danger, the Rajah was a +little anxious once or twice when, in crossing the bar, +great rollers dashed themselves against our palm-leaf +awnings and threatened to overwhelm us. I think +the journey took about six hours, and by the time we +entered the Sarawak River we were drenched. It +was difficult to change one’s clothing in the boat, as +we were exposed to view, so we had to make the +best of it. It is often said that sea water never gives +one cold, and I suppose this must be true, for in spite +of our wetting we were none of us the worse for +the experience. Ima was very amusing; she kept +whispering to me that if the Rajah liked he could +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> +make the sea behave better, but as he did not +seem to worry, she supposed it did not matter +very much. I was very glad when we arrived at +our comfortable Astana, and could sleep between linen +sheets once more.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Sixteen">XVI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">A week</span> after our return to Kuching, the +Rajah and I had the great pleasure of welcoming +to Sarawak our eldest son. An +experienced English nurse had brought him out, +and I remember so well the mail-boat arriving late +in the afternoon, when from the verandah I saw +through my glasses a short European lady, in +white, carrying in her arms a baby in a blue sash. +I am sorry to say that the salute from the guns +of the Fort annoyed him exceedingly, and he was +brought yelling and screaming to the landing-place, +and it took some time before we could soothe his +shattered nerves, unaccustomed as he was to such +honours. The next day, all the chiefs’ wives, Datu +Isa heading the contingent, and nearly all the women +in Kuching, came to see the boy. He was very good +with them, and appeared to understand that they were +his true friends. It is a real happiness to me to know +that the affection which he showed these people at +the beginning of his life has lasted all through these +years.</p> + +<p>I was not destined to remain long in peace at +Kuching, for the Rajah was always full of work in +his schemes for the advancement of his country. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span> +Many requests came to him from chiefs of rivers +beyond our territory, begging to be allowed to become +his subjects, in order to be placed under the protection +of his Government. It would perhaps be as well +just now to refer to the map of Sarawak. When the +first Rajah began to reign, Sarawak consisted of the +territory stretching between Cape Datu to the Sadong +River. The maladministration of the Sultan of +Brunei’s agents in the rivers of the Rejang, Muka, and +Bintulu forced the people of these districts to seek +for better government. This, they found, so to speak, +at their very doors. In the space of fifteen years, +these rivers were annexed to the Sarawak Government, +at the request of the inhabitants, so that +when the present Rajah first inherited the country +from his uncle it extended as far as the Bintulu River. +Turning again to the map, it will be seen that the +rivers of Baram, Trusan, Lawas, and Limbang now +also form part of the Rajah’s territory, but in the days +of which I write the Baram River still belonged to the +Sultan of Brunei, although the people were discontented +under his rule.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1361"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1361.jpg" + alt="Morning room"> + <p class="caption">THE AUTHOR AND IMA, MORNING ROOM AT ASTANA, KUCHING</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>The Baram River possesses a considerable Kayan +population, and these people were anxious the Rajah +should visit them in order to establish commerce and +trade with Sarawak. The Sultan of Brunei was +averse to the idea, and did all he could to prevent +the Rajah’s influence extending to this district. At +that time, Her Majesty’s Government had a Representative +in the little island of Labuan, off the coast + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span> +of Borneo. Sometimes these Representatives were +hostile to the Rajah’s policy, taking the Sultan’s side, +without perhaps knowing the intricacies of the case. +The Rajah was eager to go to Baram to ascertain for +himself the position of affairs in the neighbourhood, +and in order not to appear as though he were embarking +on a hostile expedition against the Sultan’s +Government, he thought it advisable to take me +with him on this trip.</p> + +<p>We stayed two days at Muka Fort on our way +up the coast. Muka was then in charge of the +late Mr. Claude Champion de Crespigny, a man +whose name must be beloved for all time in Sarawak. +He was sympathetic, wide-minded, intelligent, and +the Muka people loved him. The people of Muka +are Milanoes: they work the sago, which flourishes +in this district and forms a very important article +of commerce in Sarawak. Some one told me that +more than one-half of the whole of the sago exported +to England comes from Muka and its neighbourhood. +I do not know if this is so, but it is certain that a +great deal of sago does find its way from this place +to the English markets. The Borneo Company, Ltd., +had then a sago factory at Muka.</p> + +<p>I remember our tour in a boat round the Muka +township: it was like most Malay settlements—​the +houses are built on the river-banks on piles. I +thought a sago manufactory the most evil-smelling +thing in existence. Here I observed how my rings, +chains, etc., made of almost unalloyed Sarawak gold, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span> +turned black, and it was impossible to restore them +to their original colour so long as I remained in +the atmosphere of this busy but unsavoury town. +The Milanoe women flocked to the Fort to see +me, but they were not very talkative, and were +rather shy, as hitherto they had had no experience +of Englishwomen. Their features are square, +and they have the slanting eyes, the squat noses, +and thick lips of the Mongolian race, but their +complexion is fairer than that of the other natives in +Sarawak. They flatten their children’s heads when +they are tiny babies; oddly enough, the same custom +exists amongst the American Indians inhabiting the +Mosquito River. I have been told that the religion +of the Milanoes resembles that of the Cochin +Chinese, and this fact reminds me of the opinion +expressed by Mr. Wallace as to these people originally +coming to Borneo from the north. Milanoes are +not so refined in their diet as are the Sea Dyaks. +For instance, Sea Dyaks would never dream of eating +oysters as we do, for they consider them living things. +Milanoes prefer to eat uncooked fish cut up very fine, +and are very fond of grubs; they also eat monkeys, +sharks, snakes, and other reptiles. A great delicacy +with them is a sort of transparent white-wood worm, +which they rear with as much care as do English +people oysters. They soak a large raft made of soft +wood in the river for some weeks, when it is supposed +to have fulfilled its purpose. It is then fished up, +laden with the wriggling bodies of the worms.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span> +After leaving Muka, we sailed for the Baram River, +and about thirty-six hours’ steaming brought us to its +mouth. This river has an evil reputation; it is +very broad, and a sandbank lying across its mouth +only permits of the passage of shallow ships. The +<i>Heartsease</i> drew seven feet of water, and as we could +not find any channel deep enough to float her across, +we embarked in the Borneo Company’s vessel, called +<i>Siri Sarawak</i>, which was accompanying us on this +trip. The scenery is very different in this more +northern part of Borneo. Instead of mangroves and +nipa palms lining the banks, we saw great plains of +coarse lalang grass and stretches of sand.</p> + +<p>It was ticklish work proceeding up this river, there +being no chart, for we were the only white people +who had as yet entered its inhospitable borders in +a vessel of any size. Mr. de Crespigny, who had +been an officer in the English Navy, undertook to +make a chart, and sat on the bridge the whole day, +paper and pencil in hand, as we steamed carefully +by snags and sandbanks, under the direction of a +Kayan, who had been induced to leave his canoe +at the mouth of the river to pilot our vessel to a +place called Batu Gading, our destination. As we +passed the Kayan houses, built on high poles near +the banks, the people crowded on their verandahs +to see the passage of the “fire ship.” It was very +exciting, and we all pulled out white handkerchiefs +and waved them at the people to make them understand +we were peaceful visitors. I did not like to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> +ask indiscreet questions, but it did occur to me at +the time whether these natives understood our signs. +I have since found out that they did.</p> + +<p>I think it took us about ten days to reach the +settlement of Batu Gading (meaning rock of ivory, so +called from a white rock embedded in the bank, shining +like a beacon up one of the reaches of the river). +Batu Gading was then the most populous Kayan +settlement up this waterway, and it was here that the +Rajah intended to land. We anchored in front of the +longest Kayan house I had yet come across, but we +could see no signs of life in the village. The Rajah +sent his interpreter on shore to parley with the chief, +Abang Nipa, but the answer returned was that the +house was under what they called “pamale” (under +a ban, spiritual or otherwise), and that the people of +the village could not allow us to land because, under +the circumstances, it was impossible for them to +receive visitors. The Rajah, Mr. de Crespigny, and +a gentleman belonging to the Borneo Company, Ltd., +talked the matter over, and came to the conclusion +(afterwards proved to be correct) that emissaries of +the Sultan of Brunei, fearing a visit from the Rajah, +were in the village and were preventing the people +from receiving us inside their houses. Notwithstanding +this drawback, our ship remained anchored +in the middle of the stream, and a messenger was +sent daily from the Rajah, always returning with +the same answer. After the fourth or fifth day, the +Rajah made it understood that if the pamale were to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span> +last a year, he would wait a year also, and that he +was determined to see the chief in spite of all pamales. +At length the princes of Brunei saw the futility of +preventing the Rajah from carrying out his intention, +and one morning Abang Nipa’s son, accompanied by +four or five stalwart Kayans, was seen on his way +to our steamer. They brought with them an invitation +to the Rajah from the chief, asking him to pay them +a visit, and the interview was fixed for that very +afternoon. A discussion then followed as to whether +I should accompany the party on shore or not. The +Rajah and Mr. de Crespigny, who knew the working +of primitive people’s minds better perhaps than any +Europeans alive, thought it would be a good thing +if I went also.</p> + +<p>I remember the visit as though it were yesterday. +A dinghy was prepared, and the Rajah, Mr. de +Crespigny, the Borneo Company’s agent, the English +officers who had escorted the Rajah (my brother +being amongst them), and I, entered the boat and +were rowed to shore. The Rajah was followed by +four or five of his guard, carrying muskets, but as +they were about to step into a second boat the +Rajah waved them back. “There must be no +armed man in our party,” he said; “for the slightest +appearance of suspicion on our part might put the +Kayans’ backs up, and perhaps make them dangerous.” +As the guards disappeared, I wondered how it would +be, but was not seriously apprehensive.</p> + +<p>I never shall forget getting up the pole into this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> +house. As usual, the house was built on stilts, but +these were higher than those of any house I had +previously seen, and the notched pole, serving as a +ladder, slanted at an angle of one in ten for about forty +feet! It was no use worrying—​up this ladder I had +to go. The Rajah hopped up it like a bird. The +chief’s son and two or three other Kayans, seeing +my hesitation, came forward and helped me up the +perilous way. I must say, my helpers were most +gentle and charming, and they took me up as though +I were as brittle as egg shells. The other Europeans +present found it quite easy to mount this interminable +pole. I dare say it was my petticoats that made my +ascent difficult, for women’s clothes are much in the +way on such occasions. The entrance into the +broad verandah was a wonderful sight. All the way +down, as far as I could see, it was lined with +rows of fighting men, holding their lances in one +hand, in all their war dress, tattooed from head to +foot, with boar’s tusks sticking out from their ears, +grass crowns round their flowing locks, and holding +themselves as though they were Greek gods. We +walked as far as the centre of the house, where the +chief’s apartments were situated. There we found two +stools, covered with yellow calico, and fine mats laid +on the floor in readiness for our reception. The +interior was divided by curtains made of mats or +of Kayan stuffs of wonderful designs, similar to +Celtic patterns, brown, white, blue, and very deep +red. The Rajah and I seated ourselves on the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span> +little stools, whilst the other Englishmen took their +places on the floor. We were quite silent, and the +presence of two of the Sultan’s emissaries moving +in and out of the crowd, whispering to the people, did +not look very promising for the success of our +mission. The Rajah pulled his moustache, but said +nothing, and we sat on, all silent, looking at one +another. At last Mr. de Crespigny said to me: +“There are no women or children here. We must +get them in.” I believe it is a fact that amongst +uncivilized or barbaric tribes the absence of women +and children is one of the signs of intended treachery. +Mr. de Crespigny suggested I should ask the chief +if I might make the acquaintance of his wife and the +other women of the tribe. I turned to the chief and +asked the question in Malay, which our interpreter +translated into Kayan. The Sultan’s emissaries did +not look pleasant, but the chief seemed pleased, and +made a sign to one of the men standing near him, +who at once disappeared behind the curtains. In a +few moments the man came back and held the +curtains aside, when, through the opening, came a +procession of women. It was a pretty sight. The +chief’s wife, a remarkable lady, much feared and +respected by her tribe, headed the procession. Her +black hair flowed over her shoulders, falling almost +to her knees, and on her head she wore a fillet of +straw. Her garment of white cotton hung in folds +from the waist to her right ankle, leaving her left +side bare, excepting at the hips, where it was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span> +fastened with strings of beads. Her left arm and leg +were bare but tattooed, and looked as though they +were encased in sheaths of dark blue velvet. All the +women following her, young and old, wore the same +costume. They might have been Greek priestesses +paying tribute to some god. They shook hands +first with the Rajah, then with me, and seated themselves +in a group at my feet. The usual conversation +followed as to the number of their children, how their +farms were progressing, etc., and I then asked to +see some of the mats and cloths they had made. +After these had been duly admired, we became +quite friendly. My sleeves were pushed up to see +whether my arms were white all the way up. From +the ejaculations which followed, I cannot be certain +whether they were those of admiration or not!</p> + +<p>I had round my neck a gold chain from which +was suspended a red coral charm, much in vogue +amongst Neapolitans to ward against the evil eye. +Mr. de Crespigny suggested I should give this to +the chief’s wife, and I at once took the chain of gold +off my neck and put it round hers. I remember how +the little narrow gold chain looked as it lay against +her mass of black hair, and the blood-red coral charm +appeared extraordinarily strange, yet picturesque, +as it hung amongst the folds of her white cotton +garment. She was delighted with the ornament, +and when we parted the Rajah and the people +had become good friends. I said good-bye to the +chief’s wife, and experienced a strange pang of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> +regret, as I always did when parting, perhaps +after a few minutes’ conversation only, from a newly +made friend, a member of a tribe whom I might +never see again.</p> + +<p>It is extraordinary what important parts several of +these Kayan women have played in the history of those +far-off countries. This particular chief’s wife became, +on the death of her husband, a great force for good +in the Baram River, whilst another chieftainess, Balu +Lahai (meaning widow of Lahai), had a powerful +influence for good over a tribe of some thirty +thousand people, who acknowledged her as their +Queen. She undertook the management of the +whole tribe, and until the day of her death (which +occurred not so long ago) her word was law to every +man, woman, and child in the village.</p> + +<p>To make a long story short, the Rajah’s visit +to the Baram River produced great results. The +Sultan of Brunei, powerless to stem the will of the +Kayans, ceded the river to the Rajah. Forts and +trading settlements sprang up as though by magic +all along its banks, and it is now one of the richest +and most populous rivers of the country. Mr. de +Crespigny was the first of the Rajah’s officers to +take charge of the Baram district, and he did very +valuable work out there before Dr. Charles Hose +became Resident there some years later, at Mr. de +Crespigny’s death. Mr. de Crespigny was true to +the Rajah’s policy, and notwithstanding ill-health he +most unselfishly and courageously remained at his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span> +post, and by so doing gave additional impetus to +the trade and commerce of Sarawak, and security +to the life of its inhabitants. Dr. Hose became his +worthy successor, and by his zeal, hard work, and +true sympathy with the natives has managed to +crown Mr. de Crespigny’s work by the magnificent +results he has achieved in the true civilization of +the Baram people.</p> + +<p>On our return journey to Kuching, we stayed +for a few days at Bintulu Fort. The dress of the +women of Bintulu differs slightly from that of the +Kuching Malays, as regards the texture of their +sarongs and jackets, and as regards their gold +ornaments. These people appear to prefer sombre +tints to the bright colours worn by their Kuching +sisters. A sarong much favoured by the Bintulu +women is made of cotton with fine black threads +running through, forming a check pattern all over +the skirt, without the dog-tooth stripe so conspicuous +in Javanese, Sumatran, and Malayan designs. This +cotton material is so fine in texture that it is as +costly to buy as some of the gold and silken brocades. +The Bintulu women manage to obtain a gloss on +the material making it shiny like satin. One has to +pay as much as £6 or £7 for one of these sarongs. +Over this black-and-white sheath, these women wear +a jacket of either black or dark blue satin, imported +from China. It fastens in front with three huge +knobs of gold, and small gold knobs are sewn all +up the slashed sleeves. Large round ear-rings, sometimes +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span> +very exquisite in design, shaped like open +lotus flowers, are thrust through the lobes of their +ears. Their scarfs are of quiet colours, devoid of +gold thread, but their hats are marvellous. Sometimes +they are as much as a yard across, so that no +two women can walk near one another. They are +made of straw, conical in shape, and are ornamented +with huge pointed rays of red, black, and yellow, +meeting towards the centre. Mr. de Crespigny, +who knew of the dresses and habits of these people, +told me to look out for the ladies as they wound +their way up the path leading to the Fort, and +it was indeed a curious sight to see two or three +hundred of these discs, one after the other, apparently +unsupported, winding slowly up the steep ascent. +When the women reached the Fort, they left their +hats somewhere—​I never fathomed where—​before +they came into the reception-room.</p> + +<p>They are pleasant-looking people, these Milanoes +of Bintulu, with their square, pale faces and quantities +of jet-black hair. Their ankles and wrists are not +perhaps quite so delicate as are those of the more +southern people, for Milanoes are sturdier in build. +They belong to the same tribe as the sago workers +of Muka, but, owing to their more sedentary habits, +their complexion is paler. Europeans who know them +well have many interesting stories to relate regarding +their superstitions and incantations, particularly in +the case of illness, when the beautiful blossom of the +areca-nut palm plays an important part.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span> +On the night of our arrival at the Fort, native +dances were the programme for the evening. A few +Kayans from the far interior were present, and we +were promised some new and original performances. +A large space was cleared in the middle of the +reception-room, when a small, rather plump individual, +a Kayan, active as a cat, was ushered in, +brandishing his parang. At first he crouched down +and bounded about the room like an animated frog. +After a while he gradually straightened himself, and +bounded from one side of the space to the other, +jumping with the most wonderful agility, spinning +round on one leg, and screaming out his war-cry. +His parang, in his rapid movements, became +multiplied and appeared like flashes of lightning. +Once or twice he came so near to where we were +sitting that I fancied the blade caused a draught +over my head. I said nothing and sat on unmoved, +but, before one could realize what was happening, +three Kayans squatting on the floor sprang to their +feet, and taking hold of the man, led him out of the +hall. The Rajah pulled his moustache. “What is +it?” he said. “Why has the man been taken away?” +We were then informed that this Kayan, who was +a famous dancer, had previously, in a country outside +the Rajah’s jurisdiction, become so excited in his +dancing, that he had actually swept the head off +one of his interested spectators. The three Kayans +who had taken hold of the dancer had witnessed +the gruesome scene, and they realized that on this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span> +occasion he was becoming over-excited. Other +dances followed, some sedate and slow, others +frenzied and untamed. The evening ended very +pleasantly, and at a somewhat late hour the Rajah +dismissed his guests and we retired to bed. I +thought a good deal about the little dancing man, +and came to the conclusion that he must have been +an artist in his way!</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Seventeen">XVII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">One</span> morning, as I was watching the arrival of +the mail-steamer from my verandah at Kuching, +I noticed the figure of a tall European lady +standing on deck. A few moments after, a messenger +brought me a letter from Singapore from the +Governor’s wife, Lady Jervois, introducing a +traveller to Sarawak, whose name was Marianne +North. The Rajah was away, so I sent his Secretary +on board with a pressing invitation to the lady, of +whom I had heard so much, but had not had the +pleasure of meeting. Miss North’s arrival in +Sarawak is a great and happy landmark in my life. +Many of my English friends were devoted to her, +and I was delighted at the idea of her coming to stay +with me. I watched our small river-boat fetching +her from the steamer, and went to meet her. She +was not young then, but I thought she looked +delightful. We shook hands, and the first words she +said to me were: “How do you know if you will +like me well enough to ask me to stay with +you?” From that moment began a friendship +which lasted until her death. Many people know +the great work of her life, and must have seen the + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span> +gallery of her pictures which she gave to Kew +Gardens. Many of these pictures were painted in +Sarawak.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1501"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1501.jpg" + alt="Sunset"> + <p class="caption">SUN SETTING BEHIND THE MOUNTAIN OF MATANG</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>The first evening of her stay in Kuching we +went for a row on the river, and the sunset behind +Matang was, as she said, a revelation. That land of +forests, mountains, and water, the wonderful effect of +sunshine and cloud, the sudden storms, the soft mists +at evening, the perfumed air brought through miles +and miles of forest by the night breezes, were an +endless source of delight to her. Sometimes as we +sat on our verandah in the evening after dinner, a +sweet, strange perfume wafted from forest lands +beyond, across the river, floated through our house—“The +scent of unknown flowers,” Miss North would +say.</p> + +<p>Our boat-boys were sent on botanical expeditions +for jungle plants, and every morning and evening +a great variety of things arrived at the Astana, many +of which I had never seen or even heard of. In the +morning I would take my work into Miss North’s +room and sit with her whilst she painted, for I loved +her companionship. She it was who first made me +realize the beauty, solace, and delight found in trees, +plants, and flowers. But sometimes she was very +stern; she thought me young and stupid. She would +look at me through her spectacles, very kindly, I +must say. “Why, you know nothing,” she said, +“although you are so late from school!” She once +asked me where pitcher-plants were to be found. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> +“Pitcher-plants,” I said; “I have never heard of +them. I don’t think there are any in the country.” +“But this is the land of pitcher-plants,” Miss North +replied, “and if you like we will try and find them +together.” I sent for the boat-boy. I remember +distinctly the picture she was painting at the time—​a +clump of sago palms growing in our garden. She +told me how I could describe pitcher-plants to the +faithful Kong Kong, one of our boat-boys, a Sarawak +Malay, an odd and uncouth individual, with long +hair flowing over his shoulders. He had been with +the Rajah for many years. “Oh yes,” said Kong +Kong, “I know. They grow where earth is marshy. +I can show you where they grow.” One morning +Miss North and I got up early and crossed the river +almost before sunrise, and with Kong Kong as our +guide, went in search of the pitcher-plants. We +walked for a little way along the Rock Road, and +turned into a path leading through a kind of moor, +where the sensitive plant lay like a carpet covering +the ground. That curse of agriculturists always +delighted me. I felt a certain enjoyment in walking +through the great patches of this shrinking stuff with +its myriads of leaves closing at the slightest touch. +We left a pathway behind us of apparently dying +vegetation, but a minute or two after our passage it +resumed its normal shape. Malays call it the “Shy” +plant. Kong Kong then led the way over a swamp, +where logs of wood were laid to keep passers-by off +the mud. Our progress across these logs was not an +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span> +easy matter. We went through a grove of trees, and +suddenly, in a clearing, we came to the spot. I do +not think anyone who has only seen pitcher-plants +growing in the sedate way they do at Kew can have +any idea of the beautiful madness of their growth +when in a wild state. Here they were, cups long, +round, wide, and narrow, some shaped like Etruscan +vases, others like small earthenware cooking-pots, +the terminations of long, narrow, glossy green leaves. +Their colour, too, was perfectly exquisite—​a pale +green ground, splashed over with rose, carmine, +yellow, and brown, the little lids to the cups daintily +poised just above each pitcher. I suppose there +must have been thousands of these plants, twisting, +creeping, and flinging themselves over dead trunks +of trees, falling in cascades of colour above our +heads, forming a perfect bower. We all stood still, +silently looking at them. At length Miss North +remarked: “And you said yesterday there were no +such things in the country!”</p> + +<p>Miss North remained with us about six weeks, +and when I very sorrowfully accompanied her on +board the steamer on her return to England, I felt +that something new and delightful had come into my +life, for she had not only introduced me to pitcher-plants, +but to orchids, palms, ferns, and many +other things of whose existence I had never dreamed. +Miss North was the one person who made me realize +the beauties of the world. She was noble, intelligent, +and kind, and her friendship and the time we spent +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span> +together are amongst my happiest memories. She +used to paint all day, and, thinking this must be bad +for her, I sometimes tried to get her away early in +the afternoon for excursions, but she would never +leave her work until waning daylight made painting +impossible. I remember how she painted a +sunset behind Matang, which painting she gave to +me. She sat on a hill overlooking the river until +the sun went behind the mountain. The world grew +dark, and the palms in the neighbourhood looked +black against the sky as she put her last stroke into +the picture. She put up her palette, folded her easel, +and was preparing to walk home with me to the +Astana, when for some moments she stood quite +still, staring at the thread of red light disappearing +behind the shoulder of the mountain. “I cannot +speak or move,” she said. “I am drunk with +beauty!”</p> + +<p>But there was one thing that Miss North and I +did not agree upon. She did not approve of the +view I took of our Dyak and Kayan people. She +liked to meet Malay ladies, because, as we all know, +they have better manners than most Europeans, but +she could not bear the thought of either Dyaks or +Kayans. I could never eradicate from her mind the +idea that they were savages. I used to try and +interest her in these people, for I longed that she +should accompany us in some of our journeys into +the interior, but this she would never do. “Don’t +talk to me of savages,” she would say; “I hate +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> +them.” “But they are not savages,” I would reply. +“They are just like we are, only circumstances have +made them different.” “They take heads: that is +enough for me,” she would add severely, and would +listen to no defence for that curious custom of theirs, +for which I could find so many excuses.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Eighteen">XVIII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">A few</span> months after Miss North’s departure, my +second son Bertram was born. His arrival +gave pleasure to the people of the country, +for they think a great deal of a Rajah’s son who +is born on their soil. It may be on this account +they look upon him as their particular property. +My Malay friends poured into my room as he lay +in his cradle, and made various remarks as to his +future: “A Sarawak boy,” “A son of our Rajah,” +“He will be great some day,” “Look at his nose,” +and they tenderly took this feature between their +thumb and forefinger (even in those days Bertram’s +nose was rather prominent), and then felt their own +flat noses. The many toys and jingling ornaments +that hung over his cradle made a forest of glittering +things above his head and caused him much enjoyment. +He is called “Tuan Muda” (young lord), a +title given in Sarawak to the second brother in succession +to the Raj. Malay children were brought to +play with him, and his arrival strengthened even more +the bonds of friendship already existing between the +people and the Rajah’s family. “How good it will +be, Rajah Ranee,” Daiang Sahada would say, +“when he grows up and marries and has children, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span> +and you and I will be here to take care of him +and his family. It will make Sarawak still more +beautiful than it is now, for it will ensure our +future happiness.” It is sad to think that nearly +everything we most look forward to in life does +not come to pass, and instead of my now being +with my sons, their wives, and their children, +happily settled in Sarawak amongst the best +friends we have in the world, I should be writing +this book and wasting my life here in this city +called London.</p> + +<p>Bertram’s arrival on the scene prevented me +from taking as many expeditions with the Rajah as +before. I now spent months together in Kuching, +and day by day added to my knowledge of the +people, of their beliefs and their aspirations, and +made me love them more than ever. It was during +this period the idea came to me that it was a pity +Malay women could not read or write their own +language. They were fond of ancient lore and +enjoyed hearing the legends and romantic tales +relating to their race, handed down to them through +traditional sources. In all the suburbs of Kuching +curious old women were to be found, many of +whom had acquired in some mysterious manner +these tales from those of past generations. Such +old women were called reciters, and Malay ladies +when giving parties often hired their services to +entertain their friends. Having learnt of this amusement, +I started parties of recitation at the Astana, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span> +which generally took place in the evening. Clad +in our best silks and satins, and stiff with gold +brocade, we sat together in my private room with +the reciter, poorly dressed in dark cotton clothes, +pouring out wonderful stories of kings, queens, and +princesses; of royal gardens, monkey-gods, peacocks, +flowers, perfumes, and such-like things. I could not +follow these stories very well, because these old +ladies sang every word. Sometimes the voice was +low, sometimes very shrill, and when embarrassed +for a word, they trilled and quavered, remaining on +a very high note until they remembered how the story +went, when they gleefully descended the scale, began +again, and poured forth further torrents of words. +Sometimes they paused, walked rapidly across the +room, and spat through the window. “She is full +of understanding,” Datu Isa would say after one of +these journeys to the window. “She knows her +work!” “Her words come from ancient times!” +“It is beautiful exceedingly!” Meanwhile, the +reciter, holding her draperies firmly round her, left +the window, and bending double as she passed us +as a sign of respect, took her place once more in +the centre of her admiring circle and began afresh, +until stopped again in the same way, when the same +ejaculations of admiration came from us all.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1581"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1581.jpg" + alt="Ladies"> + <p class="caption">DAIANG SAHADA, DAIANG LEHUT, MRS. MAXWELL, THE AUTHOR AND ATTENDANTS</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>After one of these evening parties, as Datu Isa +and her satellites were sitting talking to me in my +room, I suggested that we should all learn to read +and write Malay, which language is written in Arabic + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span> +characters. I asked Datu Isa how we had best set +to work, for I thought it would be good for the +Malay women and myself to be able to read and +write Malay for ourselves. “No,” said Datu Isa; +“that would never do. Writing amongst women is +a bad habit, a pernicious custom. Malay girls would +be writing love letters to clandestine lovers, and +undesirable men might come into contact with the +daughters of our house. I do not agree, Rajah +Ranee, with the idea, and I hope it will never come +to pass.” This was rather crushing, because Datu +Isa was a tremendous force in our social life in +Kuching, but I was not altogether dismayed, and +being anxious for this additional pleasure to come +into my friends’ lives, I pondered on the subject.</p> + +<p>A good many months went by before I could +put my suggestion into execution. Meanwhile I +began to study on my own account, and sent for +Inchi Sawal, a celebrity in the Kuching circles of +those days. He was called a “Guru” (master of +arts). He knew Arabic, was a good Malay scholar, +and had taught a great many of the Rajah’s officers +in the intricacies of the language. Formerly he had +been Malay writer to the late Rajah. Malay is easy +enough to talk ungrammatically, and one can make +oneself understood by stringing together nouns and +adjectives, regardless of verbs, prepositions, etc. The +natives of Sarawak, although learning the language +by ear, speak very good Malay, but it was deplorable, +in those days, to hear it spoken by some of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span> +English people residing in Kuching. The Rajah, +however, is one of the best Malay scholars in +Malaya, and it is a real pleasure to hear his Malay +speeches to his people.</p> + +<p>Inchi Sawal was a great stickler for grammar. +He was a Sumatran Malay, and his face was rounder, +his features rather thicker and his complexion darker +than our Malays; moreover, his hair was curly, and +his whole appearance was cheerful, genial, and kindly. +His functions were numerous. He was, of course, a +Muhammadan, and had friendly relations with all the +Malay chiefs of Kuching, by whom he was looked +upon as a cultured man: in fact, they considered him +the arbiter of Malay literature. He was a butcher, +and knew exactly what was required in the killing of +bullocks for Muhammadan consumption. He was a +wonderful confectioner, and made delicious preserves +with little half-ripe oranges growing in orchards +round Malay houses in the town. He sent me some +of this preserve as a present for New Year’s Day, +and as I liked it so much, I wanted to know how +it was made. Accordingly, Inchi Sawal came to the +Astana to give me a lesson. It would take too long +to tell of the methods he employed in the preparation +of the fruit, but it seemed to me that a good deal +of religion was mixed up with the cooking of those +small, bobbing green balls, as they simmered in the +boiling syrup. A number of invocations to Allah +secured a good result to his labours. Inchi Sawal had +a different appearance during each of his occupations. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span> +When cooking oranges, a grave, religious aspect +seemed <i lang="fr">de rigueur</i> as he leant over the pot. When +talking of bullocks, his victims, a devil-me-care expression +spread over his countenance, as though in +the slaughter of each beast he had to wrestle with +a sanguinary foe. At lessons he became urbane, +courtier-like, and mild.</p> + +<p>When his teachings began, Inchi Sawal brought +with him pens made from the mid-ribs of palm leaves, +used by most Arabic scholars in Malaya. I am +afraid I did not prove a very apt pupil. My +tutor pronounced a word, which I said after him. +I found great difficulty in giving an adequate +sound to the Arabic letter غ (<i>aing</i>), awkward for +Europeans to pronounce. I read Malay in these +characters with him, and it annoyed him very much +whenever I let a vowel pass without pronouncing it +properly. “The beauty of reading,” he would say, +“is to look at a word well before you give vent to its +sound. Think over the letters, Tuan, and although +it should take a year to master one word, when you +have mastered it, it will give your heart relief and +comfort.”</p> + +<p>One morning Inchi Sawal was more solemn than +usual. “I have spoken to the Datu Imaum about +our lessons,” he said, as he came into the room, “and +he quite agrees that we should together study the +Koran. I will bring the book wrapped in many +cloths, and, if you do not object, we will wash our +hands before we handle its leaves. We might do a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span> +little of the Koran before we begin our Malay lessons, +which will put us in the proper frame of mind for the +things we have to learn. The Datu Imaum also +approves of your learning to read and write, as +he thinks it will be a great incentive to the Malay +women to improve their minds and strengthen their +hearts.”</p> + +<p>Very gravely he unfolded the wrappings in which +the Koran lay, and reverently handled the pages of +this marvellous book of wisdom, as we read together +the first chapter:—</p> + +<p>“Praise be to God, the Lord of all creatures; the +most merciful, the king of the day of judgment. Thee +do we worship, and of thee do we beg assistance. +Direct us in the right way, in the way of those to +whom thou hast been gracious; not of those against +whom thou art incensed, nor of those who have gone +astray....”</p> + +<p>As time went on and Datu Isa found I could read +and write Malay, she relented so far as to allow her +married daughters and daughters-in-law to join me +in my studies. We had great fun over our lessons, +and, after some time, Daiang Sahada (Datu Isa’s +daughter-in-law) began to write almost better than +the great Inchi Sawal himself. She commenced to +describe the history of Sarawak, from the advent of +the first white Rajah, in poetry, and played a prominent +part in the education of her sisters. In her comfortable +house, she and her husband, Abang Kasim (now +the Datu Bandar), helped me in my efforts by instituting +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span> +a school for women and young boys. In a short +time the pupils were too numerous for the size of her +house, and the Rajah, being interested in this new +impetus given to education by the women of Kuching, +built a school where Malay reading and writing were +taught, and installed Inchi Sawal as master.<a id="FNanchor_9_8" href="#Footnote_9_8" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p> + +<p>One must mention that even in those days the +Mission schools, organized by the Protestant Bishops +of Sarawak, their chaplains, and missionaries, had +attained considerable proportions, and were doing +immense good amongst the Rajah’s Chinese and +Dyak subjects, but for very good reasons the Muhammadans +were never approached by Christian teachers. +As the country developed, the Muhammadans (Malays) +also longed for educational facilities on their own +lines, so the Rajah instituted a school where Arabic +was taught.</p> + +<p>Writing of these educational matters recalls many +happy hours I spent in Inchi Sawal’s company. I +regret to say that some years ago he was gathered +to his fathers, and buried in the little Muhammadan +cemetery I know so well. I can fancy his weeping +women wrapping him in a sheet, according to the +Muhammadan custom. I can also picture the little +procession of boats, accompanying the canoe in +which his body was placed covered with a white +umbrella, paddling to the shores of his last resting-place, +where his grave had been dug by members of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span> +the Faith—​that shallow grave about three feet +deep, allotted to followers of the Faithful, from +whence, at the resurrection, at the bidding of the +Angel Azraïl, together with other good Muhammadans, +Inchi Sawal shall rise up and be folded +in the bosom of Allah—​the Merciful, the Compassionate.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1641"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1641.jpg" + alt="Veranda"> + <p class="caption">VERANDA IN DAIANG SAHADA’S HOUSE AT KUCHING</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>Another Malay school, on the opposite side of the +river, was founded by Inchi Bakar, the son of old +Inchi Buyong, also a Sumatran Malay. Inchi Bakar +succeeded his father as Court Interpreter, and was +also the Head of the Customs. He and his family are +great friends of mine, and I often paid them visits. +He is, perhaps, more a man of the world than was +Inchi Sawal. The profession of butcher fell into +other hands, nor do I think that Inchi Bakar is an +adept at cooking the little oranges of which I was so +fond. He is, however, a great light in his way, and +his house is a meeting-place for the more educated +Malays of Kuching. Whilst retaining his Arabic +culture, one can talk to him almost on any subject, +for he reads and writes English as well as most +Englishmen. He was partial to Chinese society, for +amongst the Chinese merchants of Kuching are to be +found enlightened and cultured gentlemen. Many a +time I have sat on the broad and comfortable verandah +of Inchi Bakar’s house and witnessed Chinese plays +enacted on narrow wooden tables, with their feast of +colour, curious costumes, Chinese music, and clashing +of cymbals. Although the stage was narrow and there + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span> +was no scenery beyond curtains of scarlet and gold, on +which were embroidered rampant dragons, we could +understand the intricacies of the drama better, perhaps, +from the fact that so much was left to our imagination. +Chinese players often came to Sarawak, and are now +permanently established in the Chinese Bazaar, but +as it is not customary for Malay women to mingle +with a crowd, private parties, at which these dramas +were acted for their benefit, were frequent amongst +the aristocrats in Kuching.</p> + +<p>I am happy to say that Inchi Bakar is still living, +and I often hear from him. Although he and I may +be parted, sometimes for years together, the friendship +that exists between us is as strong as it was in the +early days of our acquaintance, when he was a young +lad visiting me at the Astana with his mother and +grandmother. Malays are faithful friends, nor does +absence blunt their friendship. I derive great consolation +from that fact, when, as often happens, a +sort of home-sickness comes over me, and I feel as +though I must take the next ship back to the land +I love so well, never, never to leave it again.</p> + +<p>In those days Inchi Bakar’s wife was also included +in our educational group. She was a relation of +Datu Isa, and she and Daiang Sahada were friends. +I should like to draw special attention to the part +played by these two Malay ladies in the education of +the women in Kuching, who were much impressed +by their kind interest and sympathy. Those were +pleasant days for us all, groping about the letters +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span> +of the Arabic alphabet, and trying to obtain calligraphic +perfection. After what we considered our +hours of hard work, we thought recreation was +necessary, so that on most days, as it got cooler and +the sun began to sink behind Matang, we would go +into the Astana garden in order to “eat the air,” as +they said. Those walks in our garden were a great +delight to them. They loved the roses, the jasmine, +the honeysuckle, the tuberoses, and many other +tropical plants which grew in beds on the closely +mown lawns round our house. They often asked +permission to take some of the flowers home, and their +methods of picking the flowers were so refined, gentle, +and economical, that they might pick as many as +they liked without any devastation being noticeable +in the beds after their passage. Malays never pick +flowers with their stems; they only take the heads +of flowers which they set floating in saucers filled +with water. They used to ask me why we ordered +our gardeners to break off great branches of blossoms +to put in water in our drawing-room. “They are +so high up,” they would say, “their perfume can +never be thoroughly enjoyed. Besides it destroys +the plant.” So that in my rooms I always had great +basins full of sweet-smelling stemless flowers floating +on the surface of the water to please my friends. +If only we could free ourselves from the conventional +ideas, we must realize it is entirely erroneous to +imagine that in order to make a room beautiful we +must decorate it with long stems of flowers and buds. + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span> +I think Malays have much better taste in such +matters, because flowers smell quite as sweet and +last just as long under the methods they employ of +perfuming their houses.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1661"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1661.jpg" + alt="Sahada's daughter"> + <p class="caption">DAIANG LEHUT—​DAIANG SAHADA’S DAUGHTER</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>Our evening strolls through the Astana grounds +reminded my friends of the legends related by the +old lady reciters. “Here we are,” they often exclaimed, +“in the Rajah’s gardens, playing, smelling +sweet perfumes, and looking at ponds over which +floats the lotus—​just like the old stories.” Beyond +the miles and miles of forest land stretching to the +north between Kuching and the sea, the mountain of +Santubong could be seen from our garden towering +on the horizon. Viewed from Kuching, the outline +of the mountain as it lies against the sky, has the +appearance of a human profile, bearing an extraordinary +resemblance to the first white Rajah of +Sarawak. The Malays are aware of this fact, and +the women have frequently said to me as we stood +looking at the mountain, “The gods knew what +they were about, they fashioned Santubong so that +the image of the first white Rajah should never fade +from the country.”</p> + +<p>Another source of joy on these occasions was the +presence of a peahen we kept roaming about at +liberty in our garden. The naked feet of the women +pattering up and down the paths was, for some +mysterious reason, more than the bird could stand. +The appearance of my Malay friends was the signal +for it to single from out the group one unfortunate +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span> +member, when it would rush at her toes and follow +her in and out the bushes on the lawn. The victim, +half-amused and half-frightened at the pecks, would +move quicker than is customary amongst Malay +aristocrats. Sometimes the bird got so violent in its +attacks, that I had to call the sentry on guard at the +door of the Astana. The sentry (either a Malay or +a Dyak), in his white uniform with black facings, +musket in hand, appeared very courageously at first +to protect the woman from her feathered persecutor, +until the peahen turned her attention to his toes, +whereupon his musket was dropped, and the little +figure of the sentry rushing hither and thither in his +frantic attempts to escape from the bird caused us +much merriment. This was a frequent occurrence, +and my Malay friends called it “playing with the +peahen”! I was glad I wore shoes, for I do not +think I should have enjoyed the bird’s antics quite so +much as they did.</p> + +<p>Sometimes the party stayed until 6 p.m., +when, on fine evenings, more punctual than any +clock, we heard a shrill trumpeting noise issuing +from the woods near the Astana. I believe this +came from a kind of cricket. “It is the six o’clock +fly telling us to go home,” they said, and, at the first +sound of this musical alarum, my friends bade me +good-night, stepped into their boats, and were paddled +to their homes. I often watched them as they went +away in their covered boats, the paddles churning up +the golden or flame-coloured waters of the river +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span> +tinted by the sunset, and thought how absurd it is that +different coloured skins should be a bar to friendship +between white and dark people, seeing that kindness +and sympathy are not confined to any region of +the earth, or to any race of men.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_9_8" href="#FNanchor_9_8" class="label">[9]</a> + This school became known as Abang Kasim’s school, and now has +a large attendance.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER <abbr title="Nineteen">XIX</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Malay</span> people have a great reverence for +age, and Datu Isa’s many years apparently +endeared her still more to the younger +generation at Kuching. Her children, grandchildren, +and I, were delighted when she would tell us +about her early life, and also about the superstitions +and legends of her country. Her conversation was +always interesting, and I wish I could give an +impression of her manner when relating these tales. +When sixteen years of age, she, together with several +Malay women of Kuching, had been liberated from +captivity by the menacing guns of James Brooke’s +yacht, turned on to the Palace of her captor, Rajah +Muda Hassim, who had intended to carry her off +to Brunei for the Sultan’s harem. This personal +reminiscence invariably served as the prelude to other +interesting tales. The story of the Pontianak ghost, +for instance, was the one which perhaps thrilled us +most. Malays almost sing as they talk, and their +voices quaver, become loud or soft, or die off in +a whisper, the words being interspersed with funny +little nasal noises, together with frowns, sighs, or smiles. +When about to relate a dramatic incident, Datu Isa +became silent for a moment, looked at us with knitted +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span> +brows, although she did not see us, so intent was +she on her story.</p> + +<p>This is the story of the Pontianak. When a +baby is about to be born, the father walking +under the flooring of his house hears a low +chuckle behind him. He turns round, and sees a +beautiful woman looking at him. Her face is like +the moon, her eyes are like stars, her mouth is like +a half-open pomegranate, her complexion is white, +her hair intensely red. She wears a sarong +round her waist, and no jacket covers her shoulders. +Should the husband have neglected to set fire to the +bunch of onions, tuba roots, and other ingredients, +the smoke of which keeps evil spirits away, the +woman stands there for some moments without +uttering a sound. Then she opens her mouth, +giving vent to peals of laughter. By this time the +husband is so frightened that he can think of no +spell by which to combat her evil intentions. After +a while, her feet rise an inch or two from the ground, +and as she flies swiftly past him, her hair flows straight +behind her like a comet’s tail, when he sees between +her shoulder blades the large gaping wound, signifying +that she is a Pontianak. After this apparition, +there is no hope for the woman or the babe about to +be born, they are doomed to die, so that the Pontianak +is one of the most dreaded ghosts haunting Malay +houses.</p> + +<p>As Datu Isa finished the Pontianak story, we +all clamoured for more. The old lady loved to see +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span> +our interest, and went on telling us many other +superstitions: Unless you cover the heads of sleeping +children with black cloth, and put a torn fishing +net on the top of their mosquito curtains, the birds, +Geruda, Dogan, and Konieh (supposed to be eagles), +will come close to them and cause convulsions. You +must put knives or pinang cutters near your babies, +and when walking out with them you must take these +instruments with you, until your babies can walk +alone. Then turning to me, Datu Isa would say: “I +hope you will never see the sun set under the fragment +of a rainbow, Rajah Ranee, for that is a certain +portent that the Rajah’s wife must die, although +rainbows in other portions of the sky do not matter +if you know how to address them. When my children +and grandchildren are out in the garden, and a rainbow +arches over the sky, we pluck the heads off the +more gaily coloured flowers and place them on the +children’s heads, and say: ‘Hail, King of the Sky, +we have come out to meet you in our finest +clothes.’”</p> + +<p>It is unlucky for a child to lie on its face and +kick up its legs, this being a sure sign the father or +mother will fall sick. When a woman expects a +baby, the roof of her house must not be mended, nor +must her husband cut his hair or his nails. During +this time a guest must not be entertained for one +night only; they must stay two. When a woman +dies in childbirth, during the fasting month of the +Muhammadans, she becomes an “orang alim” (a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span> +good spirit), and all the sins she may have committed +are forgiven her.</p> + +<p>Datu Isa had great faith in a bangle I possessed, +made of a kind of black seaweed found on the +Sarawak coast, and she was anxious I should take +care not to break it. It was given me in this way: +During the first years of my stay in Sarawak, an old +gardener employed at the Palace, having in some +way misbehaved himself, was dismissed. Shortly +afterwards, I met the old man in a state of great +depression during one of my walks the other side of +the river, and he begged me to use my influence with +the Rajah and get him taken back again, promising +he would behave better in the future. He was a +lazy old man, but as I felt sorry for him, I asked +the Rajah to give him another trial. The Rajah +agreed, and the man resumed work in the Astana +garden in his own desultory way. I often used to +watch him pulling up the weeds from the paths; he +would sit on his haunches, stare at the river, and take +some minutes’ rest after every weed he extracted. +Notwithstanding these drawbacks, he was a grateful +soul, and on the morning of his reinstalment amongst +the Rajah’s gardeners he brought me a bangle +made of this black seaweed. It was very small and +I had difficulty in getting it over my hand, so the old +man put it into boiling water to make it more elastic, +and, after some little trouble, it was forced over my +hand. “Lightning, snake bites, and antus can never +harm you,” he said, “as long as you keep the bangle +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span> +round your wrist, but should it ever break, it would +bring you bad luck!” The bangle is on my wrist +now, and I dread lest anything should happen to it, +for should it ever get broken, I should feel just as +nervous of the result as would any of my Malay +women friends.</p> + +<p>Some of the Malays in Sarawak use somewhat +disconcerting methods to frighten away evil spirits +on the occasion of very bad storms. After a frightful +gale, accompanied by incessant lightning and thunder, +that occurred in Kuching, two or three owners of plantations +in the suburbs of the town came to the Rajah +and complained that some of their Malay neighbours +had cut down all their fruit trees during the hurricane, +in order to propitiate the spirit of the storm. Nowadays +these drastic measures to other people’s property +are seldom heard of, because the Rajah has his own +methods of dealing with such superstitious and undesirable +proceedings. It took some time to eradicate +these curious and unneighbourly customs, but I believe +they are now a thing of the past.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_1741"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_1741.jpg" + alt="School master"> + <p class="caption">INCHI BAKAR—​SCHOOL MASTER, KUCHING</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>I must tell one more curious belief existing +amongst Malays. Just before I left for England, a +Malay woman from one of our out-stations brought +me a cocoa-nut, very much larger than the ordinary +fruit of the Archipelago. I believe these huge cocoa-nuts +are only to be found growing in the Seychelles +Islands, and the natives call them “cocoa de mer” +The woman told me she had brought me this fruit on +account of the luck it brought its possessor; at the + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> +same time assuring me it came from fairyland. I +asked her to tell me its story, when she informed me +that, as every one knows, in the middle of the world +is a place called “The navel of the sea.” In this +spot, guarded by two dragons, is a tree on which +these large cocoa-nuts grow, known as Pau Jinggeh. +The dragons feed on the fruit, and when they have +partaken too freely of it, have fits of indigestion, +causing them to be sea-sick; thus the fruit finds its +way into the ocean, and is borne by the current into +all parts of the world. These enormous nuts are +occasionally met with by passing vessels, and in this +manner some are brought to the different settlements +in the Malayan Archipelago. The fruit brought for my +acceptance had been given to the woman by a captain +of a Malay schooner, who had rescued it as it was +bobbing up and down in the water under the keel of +his boat. “I thought you would like to have it, +Rajah Ranee,” she said, “because it cannot be +bought for love nor money.” The fruit now occupies +a prominent position in our drawing-room at Kuching, +and is a source of great interest to the natives.</p> + +<p>With our ideas of European wisdom, we may be +inclined to smile superciliously at these beliefs, but +we should not forget that a great many of us do not +like seeing <em>one</em> magpie, we avoid dining thirteen at +table, we hate to see the new moon through glass, +we never walk under a ladder, or sit in a room where +three candles are burning; and how about people +one meets who assure us they have heard the scream +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span> +of a Banshee, foretelling the death of some human +being? Putting all these things together, I do not +think either Malays or Dyaks show much more +superstition than we Europeans do; after all, we are +not so very superior to primitive races, although +we imagine that on account of our superior culture +we are fit to govern the world.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty">XX</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">During</span> my residence in Sarawak, I +witnessed several epidemics of cholera, and +to any who have nervous temperaments, its +advent is alarming. On one of its visitations, some +curious incidents occurred, on account of the superstitious +practices of the Chinese residing in Kuching.</p> + +<p>In order to allay panic as much as possible, the +Rajah and I drove or rode every morning through +the Bazaar, where cholera was rife and where the +atmosphere was impregnated with the smell of incense +and joss-sticks, set burning by the Chinese in order +to mitigate the plague. Many devices were resorted +to by these people, superstitious and otherwise. I +remember one magnificent junk, built regardless of +expense, the Chinese merchants and their humbler +and poorer brethren giving their dollars and cents +ungrudgingly to make this vessel glorious, as a sop +to stay the ravages of the infuriated god. The junk +was placed on wheels and dragged for three miles +down a bad road to a place called Pinding, where it +was launched on the waters of the river, to be borne +by the tide—​it was hoped—​to the sea. The procession +accompanying this vessel was extremely +picturesque. Great banners, scarlet, green, and blue, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span> +on which were embroidered golden dragons, etc., +were carried by Chinamen, and the clashing of +cymbals made a most frightful noise.</p> + +<p>Nor was this the only procession organized whilst +the cholera was at its height. One morning, after +I had been riding round the settlement, and had got +off my pony at the door of our stables across the +river, I saw in the distance a crowd of people coming +along the road, shouting, clashing cymbals, and +bearing something aloft. This “something,” on +coming nearer, turned out to be a man seated on a +chair looking like an arm-chair, but formed entirely +of swords, their sharp edges forming the back, the +seat, and the arms. The man was naked, with the exception +of a loincloth and a head-handkerchief. His +head rolled from side to side, his tongue protruded, and +only the whites of his eyes could be seen. I thought +he must be mad or in a fit, but one of our Syces +told me the man was trying to allay the cholera. +The mob following him was screeching, yelling, bounding +about, beating gongs, and making a terrific noise. +As it swept close to where I stood, I could see that +no one in the crowd took notice of anybody or anything +in their way. The procession went round the +Chinese quarters of the town, and, meanwhile, the +man in the chair was apparently immune from wounds. +Our English doctor subsequently examined the chair, +and having realized for himself the sharpness of its +blades, he could not understand how the man could +have escaped cutting himself to pieces.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span> +This gruesome procession took place morning and +evening during the first weeks of the epidemic, but +instead of allaying the scourge it appeared to have the +effect of increasing it. Moreover, the minds of the +people were in danger of becoming unhinged by this +daily spectacle, and the man who sat in the chair was +beginning to exercise an undesirable influence over +the people in the Bazaar. This senseless proceeding +also became a serious obstacle to the more intelligent +attempts to stamp out the disease. The Rajah therefore +ordered the procession to be suppressed. The +day after the order was given, the Rajah and I were +driving in one of the roads near the town, when we met +the forbidden procession with a still more numerous +following of Chinamen than hitherto. The Rajah said +nothing at the time, but when we reached the Palace +he sent a force of police under an English officer to +arrest the sword-chair man and imprison him. The +following morning, before daylight, a band of Chinamen +encircled the gaol, and somehow managed to liberate +the fanatic. The Rajah, hearing of this matter, +sent for the principal shopkeepers in the Bazaar, and +informed them that if the man was not restored to the +prison before six o’clock that evening he would turn the +guns of the <i>Aline</i> on to their houses in the Bazaar, and +batter them down over their heads. It was an <a id="chg1"></a>exciting +time. I remember seeing the <i>Aline</i> heave anchor +and slowly take its position immediately in front of +the Bazaar. At five o’clock that evening a deputation +of Chinamen asked to see the Rajah. “The man is +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span> +back in gaol,” they said; “he will not trouble the town +any more.” The Rajah smiled genially at the news, +shook hands with each member of the deputation, +and I realized again, as in so many other cases, the +Rajah’s wisdom in dealing with his people. The man +who was the cause of the trouble was subsequently +sent out of the country.</p> + +<p>There are many mysteries regarding these curious +Eastern people which Europeans are not able to +fathom. Another practice of the Chinese, when in +any straits or when about to embark on some new +commercial enterprise, is to lay down burning +charcoal for the space of several yards, over which +two or three initiated individuals are paid to walk +barefooted. If they come through the ordeal unscathed, +which I am given to understand is nearly +always the result, the enterprise is considered a +favourable one. This practice was once resorted to +in Kuching, when a company of Chinese merchants, +anxious to open up pepper and gambier gardens in +Sarawak, set certain Chinamen to gambol up and +down the fiery path unscathed. The pepper and +gambier gardens were established, and proved a great +success. One can only wonder how it is that these +people’s bare skins appear to be impervious to fire +and to sharp instruments.</p> + +<p>The outbreak of cholera did not confine itself +entirely to the Chinese quarter. It began picking +out victims here and there, and the Kampong of my +friends, Datu Isa and her relations, also suffered +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span> +severely. Every morning, notwithstanding, my Malay +friends found their way to the Astana, and during one +of these visits, whilst we were talking quite happily and +trying to keep our minds free from the all-absorbing +topic of the sickness that was laying so many low +and bringing mourning to so many houses in +Kuching, I saw the Datu Tumanggong’s wife, a +buxom lady of forty years, fat and jolly in appearance, +suddenly turn the ashy-green colour that reveals +sickness amongst these people. She rubbed her chest +round and round, and then exclaimed: “Wallahi, I +feel very ill.” Good heavens! I thought, she is +seized with cholera. Datu Isa said to me, “Wallahi, +perhaps the sickness!” I had recourse to heroic +methods. I sent for a bottle of brandy, some hot +water, and chlorodyne. I gave the poor lady a strong +dose of the spirit (which certainly, being a Muhammadan, +she had never tasted before), mixed with +about twenty drops of chlorodyne. The mixture filled +half a tumbler, and I told her to drink it and she +would feel all right. She was trembling and +frightened, but did not demur for one instant, and +swallowed the draught, making an extraordinary gulp +in her throat. She gave me back the tumbler, and +immediately sank back on the floor and lay inanimate +on the rugs in my room. For one moment I thought +I had killed her, and looked at Datu Isa and my +other friends to see how they would take it. “You +have cured her, Rajah Ranee,” they said. “We will +go home and leave her to finish her sleep.” I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> +pretended to feel no anxiety, although I must say I +did not feel very comfortable.</p> + +<p>I sent for Ima, and we two stayed in the room +to await developments. The lady lay like a log, and +her pulse beat very fast. After some time, I saw +her colour becoming restored, and in the space of +two hours she sat up and appeared to be perfectly +well again. “Wallah, Rajah Ranee,” she said. +“You do understand. You white people have +secrets that no one else can know.” Personally, I +was not so sure, but I was delighted when I realized +she was none the worse, and saw her escorted down +the path to her boat by Ima and the boat-boys. Her +attack and my remedy did not appear to do her any +harm, for, from that day, she always came to me for +help in any ailment.</p> + +<p>The Rajah was called away from Kuching during +the epidemic, and I was alone with the children at +the Astana. One morning, a chief, whom I knew +very well, paid me a friendly call. We sat and +talked on the verandah, and I thought he had never +been so talkative or seemed so full of life as on that +particular morning. About eleven o’clock we shook +hands, and he went back to his house. That same +day, as I was getting up after my afternoon nap, +Talip came to my room and asked whether Datu +Mohammed’s wife could have some flowers from our +garden. “Certainly,” I said; “tell them to pick +what flowers they like. But I did not know Datu +Mohammed was having a feast to-day.” “He is not,” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span> +Talip replied; “he died of cholera at three o’clock.” +This was said with a smile, for Malays, whenever +they have sorrowful or tragic news to impart, always +smile, in order, I suppose, to mask their feelings. +The death of a favourite cat would elicit sighs and +groans, but in any sorrow they hide their true feelings, +even from their nearest relations.</p> + +<p>Some of the Malays had curious methods in trying +to combat the disease. There was an old lady living +in Kampong Grisek, called Daiang Kho, who was +beloved by the Malays of Kuching on account of her +blameless life, her rigorous attention to religious +duties, and above all, because she had achieved +the great pilgrimage to Mecca. Daiang Kho had +brought with her from Mecca a Muhammadan +rosary, and this was made great use of in cases of +illness in Kuching. The rosary was placed in a +tumbler of cold water over night, and the liquid +poured into various bottles the next morning, to be +used as medicine. Daiang Kho informed me that +the cures performed by the rosary were wonderful, +but, as we all know, in some cases mind triumphs +over the body, and I was not therefore surprised at +hearing that this innocuous drink had sometimes +been successful in curing sufferers when attacked by +the first symptoms of disease.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-one">XXI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">During</span> one of my visits to England our +youngest son Harry was born. He is called +Tuan Bungsu (the youngest of a family), a +title given to the youngest son of the Rajahs of +Sarawak. As time went on and our boys were +growing up, it became incumbent on me, for obvious +reasons, to spend more time away from our country. +I had to make my home in England, on account of +the education of our sons, but, whenever possible, I +hurried over to pay visits to what is, after all, my +own land. I think one of the happiest periods +of my life occurred just before Bertram went to +Cambridge, when he accompanied me to Sarawak. +We then stayed there some months, part of which +time the Rajah was obliged to be in England.</p> + +<p>Bertram and I gave many receptions to our +Malay friends, and it did not take us long to pick +up again the threads of our life in Sarawak. I +should like to give an account of some journeys +which Bertram and I took to some of the outstations. +For instance, I was anxious we should +visit the Rejang district together, and the Rajah, +agreeing with these plans, gave us his yacht for our +journeys.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span> +We started one morning from Kuching, accompanied +by our great friend Mr. C. A. Bampfylde, then administering +the Government in the Rajah’s absence, +and Dr. Langmore, who had come with us from Europe, +for a round of visits to our Dyak and Kayan friends.</p> + +<p>We stayed a day or two at the little village +of Santubong, at the mouth of the Sarawak River, +where the Rajah had built a bungalow for the use +of Europeans requiring change of air to the sea. +The chief of this village is a kindly, well-educated +Malay, named Hadji Ahmad. This gentleman has +been to Mecca, and is thought a great deal of both +by Europeans and natives. At any of these small +settlements in the Rajah’s country, Malay gentlemen +of the standing of Hadji Ahmad occupy the office +of magistrate, and are entitled to inquire into, and +try, all the petty cases that may occur even in such +simple out-of-the-way and almost sinless communities. +As I think I have remarked before, the more serious +criminal cases are under the control of the Rajah +and his Council at Kuching.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at the bungalow, we found +Hadji Ahmad’s wife, sisters, aunts, and female +cousins sitting on the floor arrayed in silks and satins +with gold bangles, waiting for us. Hadji Ahmad +was anxious we should be amused during our stay, +and, being an enthusiastic fisherman, he was eager +to show us a good day’s sport. He offered to erect +a fishing-shed for us, with as thick a roof as possible, +to protect us from the sun, on the shallow, shelving +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span> +bank of sand which at low tide lies uncovered for +miles on the Santubong shore. When the hut was +built, some twenty fathoms from the shore, Hadji +Ahmad asked permission to bring his family to join +in the expedition. We started off at ebbtide in a +long, narrow canoe, covered with white awnings. +The Malay ladies had taken their position in the +boat for about an hour and a half before our arrival, +and as I stepped into the canoe they almost sent +us overboard in their tender attempts to settle +me down in the most comfortable corner. Hadji +Ahmad’s wife was a buxom dame of thirty years. +She and her five companions talked incessantly, +and one of the elder women kept us amused and +the Malay women in a perpetual giggle, at the +manner in which she chaffed her brother, who was +our helmsman. She was most personal in her +remarks, drawing attention to his swarthy complexion, +his beard and moustache that sparsely covered his +chin and lips (Malay men are seldom adorned with +either beard or moustache), but he took his sister’s +witticisms good-humouredly.</p> + +<p>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 +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span> +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.</p> + +<p>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 +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span> +like the evil one himself, on account of their poisonous +stings; these, when captured, were tossed back again +into the sea.</p> + +<p>After an enjoyable day, we went back to the +house for tea, and started off again in the cool of +the evening to visit a creek in the neighbourhood, +where lies a great boulder of sandstone, upon which +the figure of a woman is carved. On this occasion, +we travelled in one of the <i>Aline’s</i> boats, our crew +having provided themselves with paddles in order to +make their way through the aquatic vegetation which +abounds in the small streams. Bertram took his +place at the helm, and, without asking any questions, +proceeded to steer us through a maze of nipa palms +and mangroves, twisting in and out of these numerous +channels for an hour or so. Dr. Langmore and I, +thinking the way rather long, at last inquired whether +we were on the right track, when Hadji Ahmad +informed us that we were drifting in quite the +wrong direction. “But why did you not say so?” +I said to Hadji Ahmad. “We could not set the +Rajah’s son right until he asked us to do so,” he +replied. Therefore, had we not inquired the way, +I suppose we might even now be wandering about +the maze of water, with Bertram at the helm. The +Hadji soon put us right, and Bertram was as +amused as we were at the extreme politeness of +our Malay entourage. At length the stone was +reached, and it was indeed a curious object. One +had better explain that at the foot of this mountain +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span> +of Santubong, in the alluvial soil washed down by +the frequent rain of those tropical countries, traces +of a former settlement, in the shape of beads, golden +ornaments, and broken pottery have been found +lying here and there with the pebbles, gravel, and +mud, rolled down from the mountain. Experts who +have visited this spot are confident that a considerable +number of people once lived here, and, owing to some +unknown cause, deserted the spot. Amongst some +of the debris, the remains of a glass factory and +golden ornaments of Hindoo workmanship have been +discovered. This race of people has faded completely +from the memory of the present inhabitants +of Santubong. The sandstone boulder with its +effigy was only discovered during quite late years +by a gardener who was clearing the soil in preparation +for a vegetable garden.</p> + +<p>We landed in the midst of mud and fallen trees. +Narrow planks of wood, raised on trestles, led us +through a morass to the figure. It rests under a +roof of iron-wood shingles, erected by the Rajah’s +orders to protect the carving from the effects of the +weather. The carved figure is about life-size, and +apparently represents a naked woman flung face +downwards, with arms and legs extended, clinging to +the surface of the rock; a knot of hair stands some +inches from her head, and all round the figure the +stone is weather-beaten and worn. Lower down, on +the right of the larger carving, Bertram and I discovered +the outline of a smaller figure in the same +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span> +position. A triangular mark, with three loops on its +upper bar, is to be seen near by on the stone, looking +like the head of an animal rudely scratched. The +natives of Santubong have turned the place into a +sort of shrine for pilgrimage. Hadji Ahmad told me +that the men and women of his village imagine the +figure to have been that of a real woman, given to +torturing animals for her amusement, and turned to +stone by an avenging Deity. The people of Sarawak, +at least all those with whom I have come in contact, +are under the impression that anyone guilty of injuring, +ill-treating, or laughing at animals is liable to be +turned into stone by an offended god, and nearly all +the stones or rocks to be met with in the beds of +rivers, and elsewhere, are thought by the people to +be the remnants of a human race, guilty of such +crimes. They call these stones Batu Kudi (the stones +of curses), but how these legends took root and +became so firmly implanted in the minds of Sarawak +people remains a mystery to this day.</p> + +<p>This mysterious Santubong figure puzzles and +interests me greatly. There is no one nowadays in +Kuching capable of fashioning such a thing. Moreover, +the tops of carved pillars, and other fretted +fragments of stone, have been found in these gravel +beds, so that I imagine somewhere on the mountain +must be hidden more vestiges of a long-departed +people, in the shape of temples and maybe of other +buildings. When one remembers Angkor Wat and +the manner in which that stupendous work of men’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span> +hands lay buried for centuries, under its shroud of +leaves, which more completely than desert sand obliterated +the works of humanity for a long while, +one can almost be certain that Santubong and its +mysteries will be unveiled some day. I only wish I +could live long enough to see it. Musing over the +past history of semi-deserted countries, such as these, +entrances and terrifies one. Under the shade of innumerable +generations of trees, men and women have +come and gone, struggled to live their lives, raised +altars and temples to their gods, with perhaps the +quietude of endless previous centuries lulling them into +factitious security. Then that “something” happens, +when, helpless as thistledown blown about by puffs of +wind, such people are destroyed, driven forth or killed, +when the relentless growth of the tropics takes possession +of their deserted homes, and the trace of their existence +is blotted out by leaves. Those great forests +of the tropics must hold many secrets, and when staying +near the Santubong mountain, its mystery weighed +on me, and I longed to know the fate of those who +had gone before. For reasons such as these, it is a pity +that some of the Europeans who come into touch +with natives should do all they can to wipe out +from their minds legends and tales bearing on the +origin of their race—​yarns they call them. Hadji +Ahmad was a proof of the manner in which these +methods affected him. I was anxious to know what +was thought by the Santubong people about this stone. +The Hadji said some obvious things, but when I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span> +pressed him further, he begged me not to do so, for he +was afraid Englishmen in Sarawak might accuse him +of telling lies; therefore he preferred to keep what he +thought about the stone to himself. I cannot repeat +too often that such criticisms made by Europeans +to imaginative Eastern peoples amongst whom they +live are helping to suppress secrets which, if unveiled, +might prove of inestimable value to science.</p> + +<p>Before closing this chapter, I must recount a +conversation I had with one of my Santubong +friends the evening before our departure to the +Rejang. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and +the mountain of Santubong looked black against the +sky. Within a few yards of the house a grove of +casuarina trees were swaying in the evening breeze. +The murmur of their frail branches made an exquisite +sound in the stillness of the night. As we stood +on the verandah, my Malay friend said: “If you like +to go out by yourself, Rajah Ranee, and stand under +those trees at midnight, you will hear voices of +unknown people telling you the secrets of the earth.” +I wish now I had gone out and listened, for I am +foolish enough to believe that the secrets told by +those musical branches might have been worth +listening to, but afraid of the night, of the solitude, +and, above all, of the criticisms of my European +friends, I refrained. I have since come to the conclusion +that I have lost a wonderful and beautiful +experience which may never occur again.</p> + +<p>“I know a story about the mountain of Santubong. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> +Would Rajah Ranee like to hear it?” said my friend, +as we stood looking at the mountain. “Say on,” I +replied; “I should well like to hear.” “In the days +of long ago,” she began, “a holy man, whose name +was Hassan, lived in a house at the foot of this +mountain. He was a Haji, for he had been to Mecca, +and wore a green turban and long flowing robes. +He read the Koran day and night, his prayers were +incessant, and the name of Allah was ever on his lips. +His soul was white and exceedingly clean, and whenever +he cut himself with his parang whilst hewing +down the trees to make into canoes, the blood flowed +from the wound white as milk.<a id="FNanchor_10_9" href="#Footnote_10_9" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> He occasionally +visited his brothers and sisters living in Kuching, +taking about half a day to accomplish the journey, +but he was never away from his solitary home by the +sea-shore for very long. He never suspected that a +beautiful lady, the Spirit of Santubong and the +daughter of the moon, lived on its highest peak, and +from thence had watched him admiringly on account +of his blameless life. One day she flew down into +the valley, entered his house, and made friends with +him. Their intercourse ripened into love, they were +married, and the daughter of the moon wafted her +Haji husband to her home beyond the clouds. +Haji Hassan and his spirit-wife lived for some years +in this lofty region. They were such good people +that it seemed as though nothing could ever happen +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span> +to mar their happiness. But as time went on, the +good man grew weary of this unalloyed happiness, +and sighed for a change. From his home on the +mountain-top he could see the roof of his little palm-thatched +house, where he had lived alone for so many +years, and he could see the lights of the village near +it twinkling in the darkness of nights. He thought +of his brothers and sisters in Kuching, and of his +other friends living there, and a great longing came +over him to return, if only for a short space of time, +to the grosser pleasures of earth.</p> + +<p>“One day he spoke these words to his wife: +‘Delight of my life and light of my eyes, forgive me +for what I am about to say. I want to go to Kuching +to see my brothers and sisters, and to stay with them +a while.’ A great sickness of heart seized the +daughter of the moon; nevertheless, she let him go, +pledging him to return to her when a month had gone +by. She called her servants and ordered them to +prepare a boat to carry her husband to Kuching. So +the Haji departed, and the days seemed long to the +daughter of the moon. At length the Haji’s time +had expired, but week after week went by and his +wife sat alone on her mountain peak, longing for his +return.</p> + +<p>“Meanwhile, Haji Hassan was enjoying himself +with his friends at Kuching. He was made a great +deal of; bullocks were killed for his consumption at +great banquets in the houses of his friends, where he +was the honoured guest, and always the one chosen to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span> +admonish his friends and give them lessons in good +conduct before the meal began. In fact, he was so +lionized that he forgot his wife waiting for him +amongst the clouds at the top of Santubong.</p> + +<p>“Some months had elapsed, when one morning, +as the Haji was returning from the river-bank where +he had bathed and prayed before beginning the day, +he looked towards the north and saw a great black +cloud forming over the peak of the mountain; then he +suddenly remembered his wife. He hastily summoned +his servants, and, when the boat was made ready, the +tide and strenuous paddling of his crew bore him +speedily to the foot of Santubong. He clambered its +steep sides and reached his home—​only to find it +empty and desolate, for the daughter of the moon +had flown. At this the Haji’s heart grew sick and he +shed bitter tears. He went back to his relations at +Kuching, and there became gloomy and silent, constantly +sighing for the presence of his wife.</p> + +<p>“One evening, a man in a canoe passed by +the Haji’s landing-place, where he was sitting, +staring at the river. ‘Eh, Tuan Haji,’ the man +called out, ‘your wife has been seen on the top of +Mount Sipang,’ and quickly paddled off. The Haji +sprang into his canoe tied to the landing-place, unloosed +its moorings, and paddled himself to the foot +of Mount Sipang. He rushed up to its highest peak, +but his wife was not there. Subsequently he heard +news of her on Mount Serapi, the highest peak of the +Matang range, but on reaching the mountain-top +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[196]</span> +he was again disappointed. Thus from mountain +peak to mountain peak the disconsolate husband +sought his wife all over Borneo, but the daughter of +the moon had vanished out of his life for ever. He +went back to Kuching, and soon after died of a broken +heart.”</p> + +<p>This was the end of the story, but my friend went +on to explain that whenever the peak of the Santubong +mountain is bathed in moonlight the people imagine +the daughter of the moon is revisiting her old home.</p> + +<p>It was almost midnight. “I ask your leave to +go, Rajah Ranee,” my Malay companion said. “I +hope you will sleep well.” She walked away in the +moonlight to her home in the village below, and I +went to bed and dreamed about the Haji and his +moonshine, whilst the talking trees outside told their +secrets to the stars.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_10_9" href="#FNanchor_10_9" class="label">[10]</a> + An idea entertained by some Sarawak Malays that the blood of +those who lead holy lives is white instead of red.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[197]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-two">XXII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">One</span> of my places of predilection in the country +is called Lundu. It differs from most of the +other settlements in Sarawak by the fact that +a good deal of agriculture goes on in the neighbourhood, +and that the country is flat near the +Government Bungalow. We embarked for this place +in the <i>Aline</i>, and although the water is shallow on +the bar we managed to time our arrival at high tide, +when the nine feet necessary to float our yacht +enabled us to steer our way comfortably into the +river, the banks of which are sandy at the mouth. +Groves of talking trees grew close to the sea, and +tufts of coarse grass were dotted over the sands. As +we proceeded farther the soil became muddy and +nipa palm forests appeared. We could see the +mountain of Poe, three thousand feet in height, +towering inland. It is one of the frontiers between +the Dutch country and Sarawak, so that the Rajah +and the Dutch Government each possess half of this +mountain. It is not so precipitous as is Santubong, +and has forest trees growing thickly right up to +the top. Fishing stakes were stretched across some +of the sandbanks at the mouth, but not a living +soul was to be seen on the sea-shore. We steamed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[198]</span> +through a broad morass, crossed in every direction +by little streams travelling down to the main river. +Farther on we noticed, about twenty or thirty yards +from the banks, a tree full of yellow blossoms, like +a flaming torch in the green gloom of the jungle. +No one could tell me what these blossoms were, and +I was deeply disappointed at our inability to reach +the tree and obtain some of its branches, which might +as yet be unknown to science. It would have taken +our sailors many hours to hew their way to it, so +we contented ourselves with looking through opera +glasses, across a jungle of vegetation, at the gorgeous +blossoms, although that did not help us to discover +what the tree was.<a id="FNanchor_11_10" href="#Footnote_11_10" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> A little farther on were huts +built near the river, and we could see men sitting on +the rungs of ladders leading from their open doors to +the water.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at Lundu, our friend Mr. +Bloomfield Douglas, Resident of the place and living +in the comfortable Government bungalow situated a +few yards from the river, came to meet us at the +wharf, accompanied by a number of Dyaks. A Dyak +chief styled the Orang Kaya Stia Rajah, with his +wife and relations, came on board with Mr. Douglas +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[199]</span> +to take us on shore. Both men and women wore +the conical hats of the country, made of the finest +straw. A piece of light wood delicately carved to +a point ornamented their tops, which were made +splendid with bright colours. My old friends, the +Dyak women, were affectionate and kind. They +took hold of my hand, sniffed at it, and laid it +gently back by my side; some of the Dyak men +followed suit. These people never kiss in European +fashion, but smell at the object of their affection or +reverence. I always felt on such occasions as though +two little holes were placed on the back of my hand.</p> + +<p>On the day of our arrival, the sun was blazing +overhead and it was fearfully hot. Our shadows +were very short as we moved along, and the people +lined the way right up to the Resident’s door. We +had to touch everybody individually as we marched +along, even babies in arms had their little hands +held out to touch our fingers. These greetings took +some time in the overpowering heat of midday, and +it was a great relief when at last we reached Mr. +Douglas’s pretty room, which he had been wise +enough to leave unpainted and unpapered. The +walls were made of the brown wood of the country, +and were decorated with hanging baskets of orchids +in full flower, vandalowis, philaenopsis, etc.—​a mass +of brown, yellow, pink, white, and mauve blooms, +hanging in fragile and delicate cascades of colour +against the dark background. Rare and wonderful +pots of ferns were placed in my bedroom, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span> +quantities of roses, gardenias, jasmine, and chimpakas +scented the whole place.</p> + +<p>In the evening we took a walk round the settlement. +The many plantations of Liberian coffee trees +looked beautiful weighed down with green and scarlet +berries, some branches still retaining their snowy +blossoms. The contrast of berries and flowers, with +the glossy dark green of the leaves, made them a +charming picture in the landscape. We went through +fields planted with tapioca and sugar-cane, and across +plantations of pepper vines. These latter are graceful +things, trained up poles, with small green bunches +hanging down like miniature clusters of green and +red grapes. In every corner or twist of the road we +met little groups of men and women waiting for us. +They stood in the ditches by the side of the paths +until we came up to them, when they jumped out, +rushed at us, sniffed at the backs of our hands, and +retired once more to the ditches without saying a word.</p> + +<p>During the night I heard the Argus pheasant +crying in the woods, in response to distant thunder. +These beautiful birds roam about the hill of Gading, +which is close by the bungalow and thickly covered +with virgin forest. The sound they make is uncanny +and sorrowful, like the cry of lost souls wandering in +the sombre wilderness of innumerable trees, seeking +to fathom the secrets of an implacable world. Any +sudden loud sound, as of a dead tree falling or the +rumble of thunder, however remote, apparently calls +forth an echo of terror from these birds. +</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2001"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2001.jpg" + alt="Striking fire"> + <p class="caption">MALAY STRIKING FIRE FROM DRY TINDER</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span> +The next evening the chief of the village invited +us to a reception at his house, situated a short distance +from the bungalow. It was a fine starlight +night, and we walked there after dinner. The house +was built much in the same way as are other Sea +Dyak houses, the flooring being propped on innumerable +poles about thirty feet from the ground. A +broad verandah led into the living-rooms, but, as usual, +we had to climb a slender pole with notches all the +way up, leaning at a steep angle against the verandah. +The chief, with an air of pomp and majesty, helped +me up the narrow way as though it were the stairway +of a palace. His manner was courtly and his costume +magnificent. His jacket and trousers were braided +with gold, and the sarong round his waist was +fastened with a belt of beaten gold.</p> + +<p>The house was full of people: Dyaks who had +come from far and near, Chinamen resident in the +place, Malays from over the Dutch border, and even a +few Hindoos, or Klings, were to be seen. The chief +took us to the place prepared for us at the end of +the verandah, where was hung a canopy of golden +embroideries and stiff brocades. Branches of sugar-canes +and the fronds of betel-nut palms decorated +the poles of the verandah. A great many lighted +lamps hung from the roof, and the floor was covered +with fine white mats. Bertram, Mr. Douglas, Dr. +Langmore, and I sat on chairs, whilst the rest of the +guests squatted on mats laid on the floor.</p> + +<p>The women and young girls sat near me, one of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span> +the latter, whose name was Madu (meaning honey), +being very pretty indeed. Her petticoat of coarse +dark cotton was narrow and hardly reached her +knees, and over this she wore a dark blue cotton +jacket, fastened at the neck with gold buttons as big +as small saucers. Her eyes were dark, beautiful and +keenly intelligent, and her straight eyebrows drooped +a little at the outer corners. The high cheek-bones, +characteristic of her race, gave her a certain air of +refinement and delicacy, in spite of her nose being +flat, her nostrils broad, and her lips wide and somewhat +thick. Her hair was pulled tightly off her forehead, +and lay in a coil at the nape of her neck; it +seemed too heavy for her, and as she carried her head +very high, the great mass looked as though it dragged +it backwards. Her hair, however, had one peculiarity +(a peculiarity I had never seen in Sarawak before); it +was streaked with red, and this made Madu unhappy, +for Malays and Dyaks do not like the slightest +appearance of red hair, some of the tribes shaving +their children’s heads from early infancy until they +are seven years old, in order to avoid the possibility +of such an occurrence. The little creature looked +pathetic, as she sat nursing her sister’s baby, around +whose wrist was tied a black wooden rattle, like a +small cannon-ball. The baby was about two months +old, and appeared to be healthy, but a sudden kick +on its part removed a piece of calico, its only article +of clothing, when I saw that the child’s stomach had +been rubbed over with turmeric, to prevent it from +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span> +being seized by the demon of disease. The chief told +his daughter to leave the child to its nurse, when a +very old lady rushed forward and took it away.</p> + +<p>Refreshments were then handed round. We had +glasses of cocoa-nut milk, cakes made of grated +cocoa-nut and of rice flour, intensely sweet. There +were large trays of pumeloes, cut in quarters, together +with oranges, bananas, and mangosteens. Glasses of +gin, much diluted with water, were handed to the male +guests, and after refreshments a place was cleared +right down the room, the chief’s native friends sitting +on mats on the floor, leaning against the walls.</p> + +<p>The orchestra was placed on one side of the hall. +It consisted of a set of gongs, called the Kromang, +seven or eight in number, decreasing in size, fixed in +a wooden frame, each gong sounding a different note—​a +scale, in fact. These gongs are beaten by one +individual, and when skilfully played they sound like +running water. Other members of the orchestra +played gongs hung singly on poles, and there were +also drums beaten at both ends with the musician’s +fingers. These instruments played in concert and +with remarkable rhythm were pleasant to listen to. +When the band had finished the overture, two young +men got up after an immense amount of persuasion, +and walked shyly to the middle of the cleared space. +They were dressed in Malay clothes—​trousers, +jackets, and sarongs—​and smoking-caps, ornamented +with tassels, were placed on one side of their heads. +They fell down suddenly in front of us, their hands +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span> +clasped above their heads, and bowed till their +foreheads touched the floor. Then they got up +slowly, looked at one another, giggled, and walked +away. The master of the house explained that they +were shy, and thought their conduct quite natural. +It was evidently the thing to do, for several other +couples went through this same pantomime. At last +the first couple were induced to come back, when +their shyness vanished, and the performance began.</p> + +<p>One of the dancers held two flat pieces of wood +in each hand, clicking them together like castanets. +The other man danced with china saucers held in each +hand, keeping time to the orchestra by hitting the +saucers with rings of gold which he wore on each +forefinger. He was as skilful as any juggler I had +seen, for he twisted the saucers round and round, his +rings hitting against them in time to the music with +wonderful accuracy. The dancers were never still for +a second. Their arms waved about, their bodies +swayed to and fro, they knelt first on one knee with +the other leg outstretched before them, then on the +other, sometimes bending their bodies in a line with +the floor—​the castanets and the saucers being kept +going the whole time. Although the movements +looked stiff, it was impossible for them to be ungraceful, +and at every new pose they managed to fall into +a delightful arrangement of lines. The dances were +evidently inspired by Malay artists, although performed +by Dyaks, for they were full of restraint.</p> + +<p>Other dances followed, all interesting and pretty. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span> +Sometimes empty cocoa-nut shells, cut in two, were +placed in patterns on the floor. The dancers picked +up one in each hand, clashing them together like +cymbals, whilst hopping in and out of the other cocoa-nuts, +this performance being called by the people “the +mouse-deer dance,” for they imagine that the noise +made by clashing the cocoa-nut shells resembles the +cry of plandoks (mouse-deer) in the forests.</p> + +<p>After the men had finished, the women’s turn +came. These wore stiff petticoats of gold brocade, +hanging from under their armpits and reaching +almost to the floor, under which were dark blue +cotton draperies hiding their feet. The pretty Madu, +with the red-streaked hair, headed a procession of +about thirty young women and girls, who emerged +from the open doorway at the other end of the room, +in single file. They stretched out their arms in a line +with their shoulders, and waved their hands slowly +from the wrists. Their sleeves were open and hung +from the elbow weighted with rows upon rows of +golden knobs. With their heads on one side and +their eyes cast down, they looked as though they +were crucified against invisible crosses, and wafted +down the middle of the hall. When they approached +us, they swayed their bodies to right and left and +extended their arms, beating the air gently with their +hands, keeping exactly in line, and followed Madu’s +gestures so accurately that from where I stood I could +only see Madu as she headed the dancers. It would +be interesting to know the origin of such dances. I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span> +imagine the Hindoo element pervades them all. +How surprised these so-called savages would be if +they were present at some ballet, with women in tights +and short stiff skirts, kicking their legs about, or +pirouetting on one toe, for these natives are innately +artistic, if kept away from the influence of European +art and its execrable taste. Each time a movement +more graceful than the last was accomplished by these +young women, the men evinced their approbation by +opening their mouths and yelling, without showing any +other signs of excitement on their immovable faces.</p> + +<p>The dances went on for some time, after which +wrestling matches took place between little boys of +the tribe, about eleven or twelve years of age. When +one of these small wrestlers was defeated he never +showed bad temper or appeared maliciously disposed +towards his conqueror.</p> + +<p>We all enjoyed ourselves, and it was late when +we left this hospitable house. The chief and his +daughters offered us more cocoa-nut milk, cakes, +and bananas, and the leave-taking took some time. +One old Sea Dyak, who had been very conspicuous +during the evening, for he had bounded about and +joined in the dances, took my hand and put it into +the hand of a friend of his, another Sea Dyak, whom +he particularly wished me to notice. “You make +friends,” he said, “for my friends are your friends.” +I hope I responded sympathetically, and after a while +we managed to drag ourselves away.</p> + +<p>Our hosts escorted us back to Mr. Douglas’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span> +bungalow. I led the way, hand in hand with the +chief, and Bertram followed, hand in hand with the +chief’s son, who kept assuring Bertram that he felt +very happy, because they had become brothers, for +was not Rajah Ranee, his mother, walking home +hand in hand with his father, and as he was doing the +same with her son, that quite settled the relationship. +The orchestra followed us the whole way home, and +the people sang choruses to impromptu words, composed +in our honour by the poet of the tribe. The +chief told me the song was “manah” (beautiful), as +its words were in honour of Bertram and me.</p> + +<p>A recent shower had left the night fine and the +air cool, as we went through avenues of betel-nut +palms and over carpets of lemon grass, whose long +spikes beaten over the path by the rain gave a +delightful fragrance crushed by so many feet. We +crossed a little bridge over a bubbling stream, and +passed by Chinese houses, whose inhabitants opened +their windows to look at our midnight procession. +When we reached the bungalow, the arbor tristis or +night-flowering jasmine was in bloom all over the +garden, and white moon-flower bells hung wide open +over the verandah. Half an hour later, as I leaned +out of the window of my bedroom, I could still hear +the people singing on their way back to the village. +The trees in the garden were full of fireflies looking +like stars entangled in the branches.</p> + +<p>We left Lundu the next day with regret. We +were sorry to say good-bye to our kind host, Mr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span> +Douglas, and to the Dyaks of the place, and as we +steamed away I felt almost inclined to cry. Although +I may be accused of being unduly emotional, I am +not ashamed to own that after a visit in any of the +Sarawak settlements I always left a piece of my +heart behind.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_11_10" href="#FNanchor_11_10" class="label">[11]</a> + This tree, which no one could tell me the name of at the time, was the +only one of its kind I had seen; therefore, it was not strange I formed the +idea it might be unknown to science. Its leafy image persisted in my +mind, and the thought of it haunted me. I have now been informed +that it is not unknown, and is a creeper, called Bauhinea, and not a tree +at all. Seen at a distance, its appearance is like that of a tree in +blossom, for it completely covers—​and perhaps smothers—​the tree +upon which it fastens itself.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-three">XXIII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">When</span> Bertram and I stopped at Sibu for +a few days on our way up the Rejang +to Kanowit, he was much interested in +all the things I had to tell him about Sibu. The +early days of my life were lived over again, and I +was delighted to see the interest he took in the +smallest details of my first and most interesting stay +in these regions so many years before. During +this later visit, Mr. Bampfylde told me of a +Haji who had experienced an interesting and somewhat +alarming adventure with a sea-serpent. As I +wished to hear the tale from the man’s own lips, Mr. +Bampfylde sent for him the next morning. Haji +Matahim was a typical Malay from Sambas. He +lived at Sibu with his relations. He possessed a +small trading schooner of about 200 tons, and +made voyages to the Dutch Settlements, to Rhio, +and to Singapore. His face was round and short; +he had a receding chin and a protruding upper lip, +shaded by a black and bristly moustache. He was +flat between the eyes, and his complexion was rather +darker than most Malays, being tanned by exposure +and sea air.</p> + +<p>He told me that about two or three months +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span> +before the time of which I write he was sailing from +Pontianak, a place in Dutch Borneo, with a cargo for +Singapore. One day he was becalmed not far from +an island called Rhio, when his ship was suddenly +surrounded by an extraordinary shoal of fishes. +As the fish swarmed round the ship, the crew +managed to haul them up with buckets and baskets, +capturing them in enormous quantities. Having no +salt on board, with which to preserve the fish, the +crew, eight in number, cleaned them there and +then on the vessel’s deck, and threw the offal into +the sea. Haji Matahim was standing in the bows +looking at this extraordinary capture, when suddenly +the rudder chain snapped. This was nothing out of +the way, for it had previously been broken and +mended with a piece of wire. The Haji and his crew +were busily discussing how best they could remedy +the accident, when a man in the stern saw a floating +mass of “something,” striped white and green, lying +motionless under the clear surface of the water. He +rushed up to the Haji and told him what he had seen, +whereupon the Haji ordered the lead to be thrown over +to ascertain the depth at which this unlooked-for object +was lying. The lead gave only six fathoms, whereas +it is well known that in that particular region the +sea is about fifty fathoms deep. Then the Haji saw +a flat, monstrous head rising out of the water, some +ten or twelve yards from the vessel, the schooner’s +bows floating between its eyes. The head was +like that of a fish, and, according to the Haji’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span> +account, the eyes looked like two round balls stuck +at the end of spikes, seven or eight inches long: +the time for observation was sufficient, as the +monster remained motionless for about half an hour. +The Haji and his crew were too terrified to move or +speak, but after a time they collected their wits +together sufficiently to procure some tuba and garlic +(stowed on board for cases of emergency), which they +hung over the side of the ship, whereupon the beast +slowly sank and disappeared. I could not find out +from the Haji how much the water was troubled when +the monstrous head plunged back again into the sea, for +if the beast had been of such extraordinary dimensions, +it must have caused some motion to their vessel, however +slowly it went under. The Haji was not very +coherent on the subject, and he told me at the time +that he intended giving up trading voyages for the +rest of his life. Subsequently he changed his mind +and continued his trading excursions in the same +schooner for some years afterwards.</p> + +<p>Personally I am inclined to think that the creature, +whatever it was, could not very well have remained +motionless for the length of time as stated by the +Haji, but I give his tale as I took it from his own +lips. Mr. Bampfylde told me that he had taken the +trouble to question some of the members of the crew +separately, and the tale told by the Haji tallied in +every respect with theirs. I have related this story +because it struck me as interesting, but am not prepared +to enter into the old controversy as to whether +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span> +the sea-serpent exists or not. It has been said that +even the scientists are now keeping an open mind on +the question. Well, I am going to do the same. +It is perhaps necessary to say that garlic plays a +great part in the superstitious rites of some Malays, +and I believe the Haji was firmly convinced that the +tuba and garlic together were quite sufficient to make +the monster disappear.</p> + +<p>A day or two afterwards we embarked on the +<i>Lucille</i>, a small steamer of forty tons kept for the +use of the Rajah’s officers at Sibu, and started in the +cold mists of morning for Kapit. As we forced our +way round a somewhat difficult point, through a mass +of driftwood borne down by a freshet, after heavy +rains during the night, our vessel bumped against and +heeled over a snag. Great trunks of trees swirled +and eddied round the ship at this spot, and the Malay +at the wheel changed from one leg to the other, +cleared his throat perpetually, frowned, and stared +vacantly ahead until the corner was rounded, the +mass of driftwood passed, and the danger over. +Although the steersman handled the ropes very +gently, as though fearful of breaking them, he got +over the difficulties with the greatest ease and +with little waste of energy. After this trifling +incident, we went on our solitary way, our steam-launch +the only living thing in this wilderness of +wood and water. Farther up the river the years that +had passed by since my first visit to the district +had brought peace, comfort, trade, and commerce +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span> +to the river-side, and one or two new settlements. +It was interesting to notice at Kanowit +that the beneficent efforts of our Roman Catholic +missionaries were bearing splendid fruit. The missionary +fathers have built there a substantial and +handsome church; their school, also, is remarkable +for the efficiency of their Dyak and Chinese scholars. +A group of nuns have set up a school for girls, near +by, which is being well attended and productive of +good results in the civilization of the people. The +Roman Catholic methods of teaching these native +children are excellent. It would take too long to +describe them in full, but the blameless lives of these +men and women, who have cast away all thoughts +of comfort in the world and elected to throw in +their lots for ever amongst the aborigines, cannot fail +to impress the people amongst whom they live. +Spiritually and materially their beneficent influence +is felt throughout the land, and when we are gathered +to our ancestors and the tales of these rivers are +told, I believe it will be known that one of the +principal factors in the spiritual advancement of Sarawak +is largely due to the work of Roman Catholic +missionaries.</p> + +<p>Farther up the river, we passed another small +settlement of recent growth, called Song, where a +small Fort stands on the top of one of the little hills +shelving into the river. Along the road, lining the +bank, stood a row of Chinese houses, and a footpath, +made of wooden planks and supported on poles, was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span> +crowded with Dyaks and Chinamen. The banks were +covered with bundles of rattans, brought from the +interior. Mats, baskets, cordage for ships, flooring +for houses, etc., are usually made of rattans. The +Tanjong people are about the best basket-makers +of the country, and the wild Punans make the best +mats. At this spot, where the trade in rattans is +active, we saw up-river Dyaks hurrying up the steep +banks with loads of rattan and gutta-percha, on their +way to sell them to Chinamen. A great many boats, +full of produce, were anchored to the banks, waiting +their turn to be unloaded. The little Bazaar was +crowded with almost naked people, for they only +wore waistcloths. Even the Chinamen, with their +pigtails twisted round their heads, had nothing on +but cotton drawers. No women were to be seen, +and the men looked like long brown-legged spiders, +jumping or clambering in and out of the water.</p> + +<p>Having passed this spot of activity in a desert of +leaves and water, reach after reach was rounded, where +we met with no other company but that of hawks +flying rather low overhead, of brown moths so large +that I mistook them for birds, and of butterflies, blue, +yellow, and white, appearing here and there over the +mud-banks in clusters of delicate colours.</p> + +<p>About six in the evening we reached Kapit. The +Fort stands on a hill, and steps cut out in the sharp, +steep banks lead up to its front door. It stands some +forty feet above the level of ordinary tides, but in the +rainy season, when heavier freshets than those in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span> +fine season collect up river, the water has been known +to reach several feet above the flooring of the Fort. +As the anchor was dropped near the wooden wharf, a +crowd of Chinamen, Dyaks, Tanjongs, and Kayans, +rushed from the Bazaar and helped to carry our +luggage. We had brought our Chinese cook with +us, and he struggled up the bank with cages full of +cocks and hens which he had brought from Sibu. +Some of the people carried my dressing-bag and rugs, +Mr. Bampfylde’s, Dr. Langmore’s, and Bertram’s +portmanteaux were seized and borne to the Fort +by Kayans with their hair streaming over their +shoulders. All these people talked at once, ordered +one another about, exclaiming, screaming, and hustling +in the most good-humoured and merry fashion.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the crowd fell back, as a rather stout, +dark, middle-aged man came down the path to +meet us. This was F. Domingo de Rosario (called +“Mingo” by his friends), Commandant of Kapit Fort. +His father was a Portuguese from Malacca, and +Mingo had come to Sarawak during the reign of +the first Rajah Brooke, to whom he was butler. +Mingo was born in Sarawak, and was educated +at the Protestant Mission at Kuching, and when +old enough to join the Rajah’s service he was sent to +the Rejang district, where he has remained ever +since. Mingo is well acquainted with the wild +inhabitants in his district, and is much beloved by +them. With his burly figure, his dark, kindly face, +his utter disregard to personal danger, and, above all, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span> +for the way he has of looking at life as a huge joke, +the Dyaks often compare him to “Simpurei”, one of +their jolly war-gods.</p> + +<p>Mingo has been through strange adventures, fought +many battles, and on one occasion, many years ago, +was attacked in a place called Ngmah, where a Fort +had been erected, but which has long since been pulled +down and dismantled. In these quieter days, when +life on the banks of the Rejang is comparatively +free from danger, Mingo is sometimes heard to regret +the fine old times when his time was spent in perpetual +excitement. Notwithstanding these drawbacks, +he takes the change philosophically enough. He is +married to a Tanjong woman, who takes great care +of him, and they have a daughter named Madu +(meaning honey), to whom he is much attached.</p> + +<p>We settled down comfortably in Kapit Fort, and +the days passed quickly by. A constant stream of +Dyaks and Kayans came from the countryside to +see us, for Mr. Bampfylde had made them aware of +our intention to visit Belaga, a place some three +weeks’ journey by boat, situated at the head-waters +of the Rejang—​Belaga being the real object of +our journey up this river. Knowing my intense +wish to visit all the places I possibly could, Mr. +Bampfylde had suggested this trip to Bertram +and myself. The great charm of the undertaking +lay in the fact that to get to Belaga innumerable +rapids had to be surmounted, and we had to +go through an interesting stretch of country lying +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> +between Kapit and this distant Fort, for it is essentially +the land of Kayan people, and here and there +along the banks of those higher reaches of the +Rejang are to be seen interesting and wonderful +monuments of Kayan industry, in the shape of tombs +carved by the people containing the remains of their +most famous chiefs. On such expeditions, it is +customary for the people of the country to paddle the +boats in which the Rajah or his family make excursions +up these difficult and sometimes dangerous cataracts, +like giant stairways, which lead into the interior.</p> + +<p>Many of the chiefs and people who came to +Kapit were old friends of mine, whilst others were +strangers, for only the year before a head-hunting +craze had broken out in the neighbourhood, and +one of the most smiling chiefs, named Rawieng, who +came to greet us on this occasion, had been attacked +by the Government, his house burned down, and +his possessions taken from him, owing to members +of his tribe taking heads of innocent people living +in the remote interior. Rawieng took his punishment +well, for he bore no malice, and stretched his hand +out to us all with the utmost cordiality.</p> + +<p>Although the greetings I received at the hands +of these chiefs were usually hearty and affectionate, +I thought on this occasion their manner was more +friendly than usual, and the reason came out before +long. Having been summoned by Mr. Bampfylde +to paddle my boat and accompany me to Belaga, +they imagined I intended going on the warpath. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span> +This idea pleased them much, and great was their +disappointment when Mr. Bampfylde informed them +that my journey was quite a peaceful one.</p> + +<p>But our cherished plans were doomed to failure. +When all preparations were completed for our great +voyage, the weather behaved in an unexpected +manner for that time of the year; for we were then in +July, at which period, in the ordinary course of things, +heavy storms of rain are rare. However, the day +after our arrival and for many days and nights, heavy +storms of rain thundered on the roof of the Fort, +and the water of the river almost flooded the banks +on which it stood. Tree-trunks, leafy branches, fruits, +berries, and even blossoms, were torn from the banks +and swept along in the angry stream, and it seemed +as though the bad weather would never come to an end. +The rapids in the neighbourhood were insurmountable, +and day after day the chiefs, Mr. Bampfylde, +Mingo, and ourselves discussed the situation, +wondering whether or no it would be safe to face such +torrents. The Sea Dyaks, who thickly populate this +district, were present at these discussions and gave +vent to their opinions in endless streams of words. +The near inhabitants of Kapit, who were Tanjongs, +with Tubam and Salleh, their chief men, whose houses +were built on the banks opposite the Fort, were +annoyed at the Dyaks from neighbouring rivers laying +down the law about matters in which they thought +themselves more competent to give an opinion, +owing to their closer acquaintance with the rapids. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span> +Therefore, in these discussions, Tubam, who had +frequently been to Belaga, thought he had every +right to assert himself.</p> + +<p>Tubam’s appearance was not prepossessing. He +was old, shrunken, and wrinkled. His black hair, +untouched with white, hung in oily corkscrew ringlets +from under his little Kayan crown of plaited +straw. Three lines of tattoo simulated a beard round +his chin. He had plucked out his eyebrows and +eyelashes, and his eyes looked like two little slits +framed in pink lids, the pupils being almost invisible. +One day he made a speech. He said he felt +anxious about our going up the rapids with the river +in its present state. Only that morning he had seen +on its surface flecks of foam from the great cataracts +miles away, borne past his house just above the Fort. +“It would not matter much to Rajah Ranee, or to +Tuan Muda, if either of them was drowned,” he +said, but it mattered much to him. “Think of the +shame,” he went on, “which would fall on me and +my tribe if such a thing were to happen in our river.” +Then he got excited, clenched his fists, his thumbs +pointing in the direction of the river. “And I forbid +you to go, for are you not my grandmother, and as +old as the world?”</p> + +<p>These words of his would have clinched the +argument with his own people, for they elicited nods +and murmurs of approbation from Salleh and other +members of his tribe. Salleh was second in importance +in the village, and had offered to steer our +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> +boat on the occasion of our journey up the rapids. +He was the most skilful steersman in the district, +and he now confessed that he did not like the job +unless the water were in a better condition. But +the Sea Dyaks were persistent. They insisted on +having the last word, and Hovering Hawk (a title +given him by his tribe on account of his exploits in +war) came up to me, picking his steps across the +room, and moving his legs with high, birdlike action. +He squatted himself by me, sniffed, cleared his +throat once or twice, and whispered, “Don’t mind +what Tubam says; he knows nothing about it. He +talks too much, his mouth is very large, and he is a +bumptious fellow!”</p> + +<p>Seeing that the Dyaks and the Tanjongs were of +different opinions, I asked Hovering Hawk news of +his wife and family, and a vexed subject was dropped. +Then Hovering Hawk, purring with contentment, +imagining he had got the best of the argument, unfastened +a small basket hanging at his side and +emptied its contents on to a piece of rather dirty +white calico he laid on the floor for the purpose. +Bits of betel-nut, shreds of tobacco, a little brass +box filled with lime, and a piece of sirih leaf fell out +one after the other. He smeared the leaf over with +lime, collected the other ingredients together, wrapped +them in the leaf, and, with this large pill swelling +one side of his face, sat contentedly at my feet for +the remainder of the interview.</p> + +<p>As day after day went by, and still the rain +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span> +showed no signs of abatement, we realized that it +would be impossible for us to undertake the journey +in the time at our disposal. Mr. Bampfylde, seeing +my disappointment, suggested the better plan would +be to stay on at Kapit until the weather improved, +when we could at least take a shorter journey to a +rapid, called Pelagus, the first cataract of a series +up the Rejang River. This comforted us somewhat, +and we thought of ways and means of diverting +ourselves and our company whilst being kept prisoners +in the Fort by the flood.</p> + +<p>Many of the boats that had brought Dyaks from +all parts of the neighbourhood were anchored in +the river below. Tubam, Salleh, and the Tanjong +women could easily reach the Fort from their houses +close by, so Mr. Bampfylde and I arranged an +evening reception for our friends, and invited them +to the Fort after dinner. Some of the Tanjong +women and other warriors, competent in such arts, +having expressed their willingness to give us a +performance of the dances of their tribes on the +occasion, we were able in spite of the bad weather +and delay to pass the time very agreeably.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span><h3 id="CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-four">XXIV</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">On</span> the evening fixed for the party a storm was +raging; the rain poured on the roof with +the noise of a hundred cataracts, making +conversation impossible. Vivid flashes of lightning +revealed patches of the surrounding country through +the lattice-work of the room; we could see little bits +of the river-bank opposite, the rank vegetation, an +intricate entanglement of creepers and parasites, +palms tossed about by the wind and rain, blazing +into view, exuberant in detail, like over-exposed +photographic plates. A thick grey veil of water +streaked the landscape with silver bars, and each vivid +flash was succeeded by terrific peals of thunder almost +overhead. It was a weird scene. The walls and +ceiling of our rooms were of wood, the mats on the +floor were dark, a lighted lamp hung from the centre +of the ceiling, and here and there were placed +tumblers of cocoa-nut oil in which floated lighted +wicks, giving out a flickering light.</p> + +<p>Tubam had come at the head of the men and +women of his village. Kayans from the far interior +were easily recognizable by their hair cut in a fringe +over their foreheads, flowing behind, and covered with +crowns of plaited straw. Their bodies were tattooed, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> +and two great fangs from some wild beast’s jaw +were thrust through their elongated ears. The Sea +Dyaks were very picturesque; their young warriors +wore a mass of fringes and beads, of silver bangles, +of waving plumes, of ivory and brass armlets, and of +silver waistbands. Their women shone resplendent +in innumerable rows of brass rings twined under their +armpits, reaching far below their waists, over very +short petticoats of beadwork, that glistened at every +movement.</p> + +<p>All natives seem to love the ceremony of touching +hands. Dyaks and Kayans turn the palms of their +hands upwards, and bend their fingers in the shape +of claws; into these cavities you dip your fingertips, +when the slightest touch on your part appears +to give satisfaction. It is extraordinary how cool +and dry the hands of Sarawak natives are at night, +or when a storm is in progress. On this tempestuous +evening, none of the hands I touched felt either warm +or clammy.</p> + +<p>Our guests were very affectionate to Bertram and +me, and seemed glad to see us again. The Tanjong +women were the first to come forward; their silken +draperies rustled, their armlets tinkled, but their +naked feet moved noiselessly across the matted floor; +they swept along as though wafted by an invisible +wind, and in the semi-darkness looked like groups +of brightly draped ghosts. After them came the +Dyak women, noisier and heavier of tread, with +their Amazon-like cuirasses, and their very short +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> +petticoats. When the women had passed, Kayan +warriors swaggered up. Then came the Dyaks, and +the long procession finished with the flower of +ci-devant piratical contingents—​thin, spare old men, +still known and addressed by glorified titles won in +exploits during their youthful days—​Bald-Headed +Hawk, Torrent of Blood, Face of Day, the Cobra, +and many other titles, equally terrifying and appropriate. +These old gentlemen were full of swagger, +with a tremendous sense of their own importance.</p> + +<p>The greetings having taken place, we called for +the dances to begin. On such occasions the arrangement +of the programme is a matter of difficulty, as +none of the performers appear to like figuring in a +<i lang="fr">lever de rideau</i>. I inquired in Malay who should +begin the performance, Mingo translating my remarks +in a loud voice, so that all should hear; but +the women sat sullenly in their corner, the men +squatted motionless in various parts of the room, +and no one seemed inclined to respond to the invitation. +We waited a considerable time, and I began +to despair. There was nothing for it—​Mingo must +come to the rescue. I told him to ask the Tanjong +ladies to open the ball. Mingo looked at me sternly, +nodded his head, glared round him for a second or so, +and then marched up to one of the corners of the +room, where the girls were sitting in a group. He +laid hold of two shrinking figures and dragged them +resolutely under the lamp swinging from the centre +of the ceiling. For a minute or two the girls remained +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> +where he placed them, giggling, shrugging +their shoulders, and pulling the hem of their jackets +over their mouths. They pretended to be shy, +sliding their feet in and out of their trailing petticoats, +and suddenly rushed back to their former places and +flopped down in the midst of their friends. Quick as +lightning, Mingo was after them. He got hold of +their hair, their arms, their draperies, anything that +came to hand, and pulled them back under the +lamp.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the music had started. A clear space +was left in the centre of the room, and three young +Tanjong girls were sitting there in preparation. +They were a pretty group, huddled close together, +their eyes cast down and their features expressionless. +Two of them pinched the strings of bamboo guitars, +thereby producing the mildest, meekest little tinkles +imaginable. The third damsel beat the ends of a +bamboo drum, thus bending her fingers back almost +to her elbows. The music continued through the +pantomime of refusal, the musicians taking no notice +of what was going on.</p> + +<p>We began to think we should not see any dancing +that night, and even Mingo seemed about to lose +his temper. He stood in the middle of the room, +storming at the girls, threatening them with fines, +with imprisonment, and with all manner of punishments, +unless they commenced to dance. I must +say Mingo’s threats did not appear to have much +effect on them, for they stood obstinate and immovable. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span> +But by and by, for no apparent reason, their +bodies began to sway to and fro, and we understood +that at last the performance had begun.</p> + +<p>The change that came over these girls was +wonderful. Their nervous giggling came to an end, +an expression of scorn appeared on their faces, their +eyebrows were lifted higher than usual, and their +heavy eyelids were half-drawn over their eyes. +They looked like tiny sphinxes, ancient and inscrutable, +as though moving in a dream, obedient to +an occult power. They might have been Hindoo goddesses, +torn from off the wall of a Brahmin temple, +practising strange rites in the midst of ordinary +mortals. They were slim, young, and fragile-looking, +with pale yellow skins, made yellower by a liberal +amount of turmeric rubbed over their faces, necks, +and arms. Their mouths were large, their noses flat +and broad, but we scarcely noticed their departure +from our European standards of beauty, so charmingly +did the girls fit into their surroundings. We +could almost admire the lobes of their ears, hanging +down to their collar-bones, weighted with pieces of +lead. We remembered Sakhya Mouni’s descendants +who are always depicted with very long ear-lobes. +Some people will tell you this ear fashion is a sign of +princely descent amongst Buddhist believers. The +girls stood and moved so well, a straight line might +have been drawn from the crown of their heads to +their heels. Their costumes were pretty, their +black satin jackets, fringed round with little bells, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span> +reaching half-way to their knees, and their long petticoats +of fine dark red and blue tints sweeping over +their feet. Their straight black hair hung as far as +their shoulder-blades, from whence it was gathered +up in sweeps of darkness and tucked inside little +crowns of plaited straw, brightened with beads, +cowrie shells and all manner of glistening things. +Knobs of beaten gold fastened their collars, and the +sleeves of their jackets were pushed above their elbows, +revealing masses of shell, ivory, and silver armlets +encircling their arms; I thought this a pity, since the +ornaments hid the symmetry of their slender wrists.</p> + +<p>The dance is difficult to describe. It was slow, +undulating, seductive, tender. As the dancers stood +motionless before us, their draperies hung straight +from their chins to their toes, their feet being +hidden in the folds of their petticoats. When they +slowly lifted their arms, an undulation wrinkled +up the folds of their garments, as though a sigh, +beginning at their heels, ran upwards and lost +itself in the air above their heads. Then putting +their heels together, they slid along the floor, their +toes, peeping in and out the trailing folds, beating +the ground in time to the music. Sometimes the +figures were drawn up to their full height, when +they looked like empresses in the regal pose of their +heads. Sometimes they hung their heads, stretched +out their arms and flapped their hands, like the +wings of a bird, when, in the sudden transition from +an appearance of haughtiness to one of humility, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span> +they looked charming, unhappy, and meek. I turned +my head to listen to a remark Bertram made, +and when I looked again the dance was finished. +The proud and mysterious goddesses had vanished, +and the giggling girls had reappeared. They moved +awkwardly, I thought, as they waddled back to their +corner in the midst of their friends, where they were +lost in the shadows of the room.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the storm continued and increased in +fury. A vivid flash of lightning was followed by a +terrific crash, and a gust of wind blew the rain through +the lattice-work across the room. Mingo rushed to +the shutters, pulled them to, and barred out the storm. +This unexpected douche appeared to silence the party; +conversation flagged, and I am not sure that we were +not becoming a little bored. Suddenly a luminous idea +struck Mingo, and he rushed off for refreshments! +Although these were of the simplest description, our +guests were mightily pleased when Mingo reappeared +with a great black bottle of gin under his arm, +followed by a satellite bearing some water and two +tumblers. The spirit was measured out in the +tumblers by Mingo with the most punctilious care, +and diluted with a fair amount of water, when the +tumblers went the round of the hall, each warrior +drinking his share and passing the tumblers back to +Mingo, who, bottle in hand, refilled them. There +were cocoa-nut cakes, cocoa-nut milk, coffee, biscuits +made of sago, and other delicacies for the ladies, +some of whom glanced wistfully at the black bottle, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span> +and perhaps regretted that the spirit should be kept +entirely for the men. This diversion infused new +life into the party, and the hum of voices was soon +heard all over the hall.</p> + +<p>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) +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span> +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.</p> + +<p>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 +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span> +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.</p> + +<p>This principal item, the head dance, contains a +shadowy kind of plot. Two men are supposed to +meet in a forest; they are unacquainted with one +another, therefore they are enemies. From the first +moment they are supposed to catch sight of one +another through the entanglement of tropical vegetation, +they crouch and jump about like frogs, looking +first to one side and then to the other, from +behind their shields. One of the dancers suddenly +springs to his full height, and rushes at his +opponent, who is ready to receive him. A struggle +begins, and they appear to be in deadly earnest. +They wave their swords with such rapidity that it +looks as though a number of steel Catherine wheels +were flying about the room. They hack at one another, +but never thrust. After this sort of thing has been +going on for some time, one of the performers +becomes exhausted, and falls to the ground, when +his opponent seizes the advantage, grips him by the +throat, kneels on his fallen body, and pretends to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span> +saw at the head until it is apparently separated from +the body. This part of the play, somewhat disagreeable +to me, was received with yells of delight +from the warriors present, who made a noise as +though a number of dogs were baying at the moon. +The victor then takes the cap from the fallen man’s +head, to represent the real head he is supposed +to have cut off. He then takes high jumps and +rushes about the room in the exhilaration of his +victory. As he is about to hang the trophy to his +waist-belt by the lock of hair left for the purpose, he +looks at the dead face and discovers the head to +belong to his brother. Another dance is gone +through, but now the steps denote dejection. The +man goes about with bent knees, dragging his feet; +he rubs his eyes with his knuckles, and fondles the +headless body, imploring it to return to life. But +even this tragedy ends happily. A friendly spirit +passes by and whispers advice in the bereaved +brother’s ear. Acting upon the spiritual counsel, the +murderer fits the head into its place between the +shoulders of the corpse, when in a short time it is +supposed to grow again on the body. The brothers +are reunited, and another dance of whirling sabres, +of leaps and bounds, takes place, after which the head +dance is ended. Through it all, the lightness of the +dancers is extraordinary, for however high they jump, +or however far their stride may be, these Dyak +dancers are invariably graceful and noiseless as +panthers.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span> +By this time it was getting late, the room was +stuffy and hot, so I left the party as quietly as +possible and went to the other side of the Fort, fitted, +for the time being, as my private room. The rain +had ceased, and the moon in its last quarter was +struggling through the clouds. I lay in a long chair, +and could see through one of the port-holes some of +our guests returning to their boats, the lighted torches +they carried being reflected in the turbid waters of +the river. Only a night-light was burning in my +room, and I fancied myself alone, when a nervous +cough behind me made me start. I called for lights, +and when they were brought, I saw a row of people +sitting on the floor against the wall. I was surprised, +for natives are usually very tactful. Salleh was the +culprit on this occasion; he had come with his wife +Penus, and his daughters Remi and Remit, to ask +me if I could see an Ukit woman, who had been too +shy to come forward and speak to me before so many +people at the party. Having heard that morning that +she was in the neighbourhood, I told Salleh to bring +her to me one day when I should be alone, so I +suppose he did not see why he should not effect the +introduction there and then. After all, I was anxious +to see and talk to an Ukit woman, and as Penus +was present and understood her language, this was a +good opportunity.</p> + +<p>Judging from what I had heard about the wild +habits of the Ukit people, I was surprised to find my +visitor an engaging little person. She was curious +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span> +looking, but not quite ugly. An enormous breadth +lay between her high cheek-bones, and there was +absolute flatness between her eyes, which were small, +narrow, and raised in the outer corners. Her figure +was slight, and her wrists and ankles delicate to a +degree. She usually wore a short petticoat of bark, +but Penus had evidently attempted to improve her +appearance for the occasion by lengthening it with a +broad piece of red calico falling over her feet. Her +hair hung down to her knees, and she wore a little +crown of black and yellow beads, a head-dress usually +worn by these people. The little thing soon lost her +shyness, and talked away quite unreservedly. Her +language sounded soft and guttural. She had a pretty +voice, and very nice manners. Her weird, fantastic +appearance attracted me, and I took a great interest +in this creature of the woods. She addressed some +remarks to me, and was evidently asking for something. +Penus, interpreting her words, told me she +wanted some of the “sweet-smelling gutta” that +white people rub over their skins when they wash +themselves. I sent for a piece of soap (I had brought +a good deal of this commodity with me); it was +wrapped in mauve paper, made glorious to such eyes +as hers with gold letters. I gave the package into +her hands, and showed her how to take the paper off. +She followed my instructions with great care, folded +up its mauve wrapper with its tissue lining, and stuffed +both in her hair inside her crown. She sniffed at the +soap and handled it as though it were brittle. “Now +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> +I shall sweeten the air for a great space as I walk +along,” she said, and moved off to crouch near the wall +of my room, with the soap at her nose the whole time. +But she had a husband, and he had been looking for +her. Mingo ushered him into my room. He looked +more like her grandfather than her husband, for he +was very old, and she almost a child. He was a +dirty old man too, and belonged to another branch +of this Ukit tribe. He came up to me grumbling, +and as I put out my hand, he pinched the tips of my +fingers. He then showed me his wrist, round which +was tied a piece of mouse-deer’s bone to take away +his sickness, as he had sprained his arm whilst cutting +down trees in the forest a few days previously. He +did not remain long with us, but told his wife to come +away. She obeyed meekly, and he followed her, +scowling, and chewing betel-nut. We wondered +whether he were jealous of his attractive wife, and +felt sorry for the little creature, whose soft and +charming manners had, even in so short a time, won +our hearts.</p> + +<p>I bade Salleh and his party good-night, but +Penus stayed behind, as she wanted to have a parting +word. Moreover, she had brought a basket she had +made for me, thinking it would be useful in packing +some of my things on my boat journeys. The basket +was a large cylinder, made of palm-straw, and woven +in intricate patterns of black and white, with a dome-shaped +cover fitting into its top. These kind of +baskets are quite impervious to rain, and the Tanjong +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> +people excel above all other tribes in their manufacture. +I thanked Penus for her kind present. “It +is good to see you here,” she said, “and our hearts +are glad, I only wish my daughter, who died last +year, had been here too.” Penus was very sad about +the death of this daughter. She had never spoken +about her to me before, but I suppose the lateness of +the hour, the night, and our parting of the next day, +made her more expansive than usual. “Do you +think the dead come back, Rajah Ranee?” I could +not answer her, for I don’t suppose I knew more +about the matter than she did. But I asked her if +she believed in Antus (spirits), or if she had ever +seen one. “Oh yes,” she said; “a spirit often comes +to our house. When it gets dark, and night is not +yet come, he stays in the rafters of our room, and +the spark from his cigarette comes and goes in the +darkness.” “Do you ever speak to him?” I asked. +“Oh no; because Antus never answer human beings. +If I could speak to him I would ask him the road by +which my dead daughter went, so that I could follow +her.”</p> + +<p>We touched hands, and Penus left me to join her +friends. As I fell asleep, I heard the murmur of the +people as they settled themselves for the night in +their boats anchored in the river.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-five">XXV</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> day had not risen when Mr. Bampfylde, +Bertram, Dr. Langmore, and I, started from +Kapit Fort two days after the floods had +ceased and the river had resumed its normal aspect. +We were followed down the steep steps leading to +the river by a great company of Kayans and Dyaks, +our Chinese cook, our Malay servants, and Ima, my +inseparable attendant when I lived in Sarawak. Mr. +Bampfylde, Ima, and I, occupied one of the war-canoes, +and Bertram and Dr Langmore another. +Our boat was called <i>Bujang Naga</i> (Bachelor +Dragon), and was a splendid specimen of a Dyak +war-boat. Our crew, amongst whom were the élite +of the chiefs staying with us in Kapit Fort, numbered +about forty. Salleh was steersman, and stood at +the stern with half his body appearing above the +roof, his head protected from the sun by a large +conical straw hat. The rudders of these boats are +like those used by ancient Egyptians, according to +the pictures in the British Museum, for they are +rigged on the side of the vessel, instead of being +fixed on the stern. A covering of palm leaves was +stretched from one end of the boat to the other, and +I could see from where I sat some twenty-five naked +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> +arms paddling as though for dear life. Those seated +nearest to us were Unggat, Merum and Grasi, all +renowned warriors. Our journey being a peaceful +one, the chiefs had discarded their beautiful war +accoutrements, and their appearance was homely, not +to say dowdy. Hovering Hawk was wrapped in an +old tartan petticoat or sarong, The Cobra had a loincloth +as his only covering, and their companions +followed suit. But the younger warriors were very +smart; they had stuck alamanda and hibiscus +blossoms in their head-handkerchiefs, and their waistcloths +were bewilderingly bright. We paddled on, +hour after hour, and I thought it extraordinary that +these men could last so long without a break in their +fatiguing labour. They appeared as though they +enjoyed themselves, and when the rhythmic stroke +of the paddles flagged, a shrill scream from the man +sitting in the bows, and who directed the speed of the +boat, instilled renewed vigour in the crew, especially +when the leader plunged his paddle into the water, +flung a comet-like spray, reaching beyond the boat’s +stern, yelling and shouting, “Paddle, paddle,” “Do +not get slow,” “Don’t get soft.” “Ah-a-a,” he would +scream again. Sometimes our crew raced Bertram’s +boat, and when his boat shot on ahead, Hovering +Hawk and Flying Snake gave vent to ejaculations of +disgust, abusing our crew roundly, and asking them +whether they were asleep or awake. I remember +passing a little stream, where, near the bank, about +twenty or thirty yards away, a crocodile lay motionless +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span> +flush with the water. Hovering Hawk pointed it +out to me, and the man in the bows stopped the +boat. My rifle lay loaded by my side—​I cannot +explain why it was there; I suppose I thought it +sporting to carry a gun about. Mr. Bampfylde +suggested I should try and shoot the crocodile, which +I did, whereupon the beast rose in a mighty cataract +of water and flopped down again into the stream. +This feat of mine was much approved by the crew, +who with grunts and ejaculations congratulated me +on my exploit! I do not know whether I killed the +beast. I do not think a bullet from my rifle could +really have ended its life, for crocodiles are difficult +to destroy; yet natives say that if a bullet penetrates +their thick hide, it leads to their death, on account of +the open wound becoming filled with maggots from +the rivers, that kill them in time. Being a lover of +all animals, I must explain that I have never, before +or since, willingly killed any living creature, but a +crocodile, with its hideous habits of killing, wounding, +and maiming people—​many of whom being people I +have known—​made me anxious to try and send one +of these monsters to another world. I am not sure +I was right in doing so, although I may have been +the means of ridding the rivers of Sarawak from a +dangerous pest.</p> + +<p>At mid-day we stopped on a sandbank to lunch, +and to give our crew an hour or two’s rest. The +Dyaks had erected a little palm-leaf house to shelter +us during the halt, whilst they themselves, under the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span> +shade of scattered rocks, set their rice boiling in pots +hanging from tripods made from branches of trees +cut down in neighbouring forests. Very soon little +fires began to spring up all over the sandy expanse. +As usual the noonday silence of the tropics reigned, +broken only by that bird whose sweet song rivals +our nightingale. I think this bird’s song most +ravishing; its trills are velvety, soft, and yet so +loud that they can be heard for some reaches down +the river. Our famous Sarawak naturalist, Dr. Hose, +who is an expert in the sounds of birds, disagrees +with me; he thinks its note shrill and sometimes +disagreeable. I beg respectfully to differ from such +an authority, and still maintain that the alligator +bird (the name given to the bul-bul by the natives +of the country) is among the sweetest songsters of +the world.</p> + +<p>By three o’clock in the afternoon the crew were +ready to proceed. Presently the river became so +shallow that poles had to be used instead of paddles. +Great trees, growing on rocks, overshadowed the +water, where it was difficult to understand how they +could live. The river became quite clear, rippling +over a pebbly bed. I wish I knew what those pebbles +were, for I believe in these river-beds are to be found +amethysts, tourmalines, and even sapphires. Dr. +Hose told me that on one of his travels up these +inland streams, his war-boats floated over the dust +of sapphires. An orchid branch drifted towards us, +rosy, white, and waxy, looking like a smile upon the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> +water. One of our Dyaks tried to get hold of it +for me, but I prevented him. I preferred to think +of the flower dying in the fresh cool stream, rather +than see it fading in my hot hand.</p> + +<p>The great stairway of rock was before us, and +the crunch of gravel under our boat’s keel warned +us that the water could float it no longer. Some of +the crew jumped overboard and made secure long +lengths of rattan, in order to drag the boats up the +many barriers that lay in our way. The men +bounded over these impediments, and we bumped +and creaked as the rattan ropes dragged us up these +enormous boulders, the water pouring over them in +all directions. Sometimes the torrent was so impetuous, +and the rocks of such a height, that our +boat was poised on the centre of a great boulder, +its keel grating backwards and forwards, whilst the +muscles of our crew stood out like cords on their +necks and limbs, as they pulled at the rattans with +all their might. Whenever our boat was safely +lodged on a rock, the crew rested for a while +and bathed in the deep pools of quiet water lying +between the stones. They might have been bronze +tritons escaped from fountains, endowed with life, and +disporting themselves in these waters. The agility +of an old Bukitan, who must have been at least +sixty-five years old, amused me much. His crown of +plaited straw lay over snow-white bristles, and a fine +crop of snow-white hair ornamented one side of his +cheek, whilst his other cheek was bare. He was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span> +proud of his one whisker, and whenever he rested in +his arduous work, he stroked it continually. A towel +round his waist was his only covering. The old man +bounded from rock to rock, agile as a tiger cat; he +frequently held the rattan rope in his teeth in helping +to pull the boats up. After about an hour’s such +toil, we found ourselves above the first ledge of rocks +in this great cataract of Pelagus. We clambered up +the rocky banks and stood on the edge of a great +forest. Rhododendrons, scarlet with blossom, wild red +hibiscus, and convolvuli of all colours, hung over the +water, whilst masses of tiny flowers, vaguely reminding +us of violets, made a mauve carpet for our feet +as we stepped along, and in so doing, alas, helped +to spoil the picture. We looked up a great reach of +the torrent mounting straight and closing the horizon. +At our feet the waters were divided by a small, rocky +island, on which grew, in scrappy bits of soil, lofty +trees with leafy branches. The water frothed and +foamed round this impediment, and Mr. Bampfylde +informed me that at this spot many boats are swamped +and lives lost every year. Then, beyond the horizon +lay numberless rapids, not so dangerous as is that of +Pelagus, and before reaching Belaga, the water flows +tranquilly along until the upper reaches of the Rejang +are reached. Belaga is a great centre for rattans, +camphor, and gutta-percha.</p> + +<p>As I stood looking at the whirlpool, Hovering +Hawk, who was standing near me, pointed with his +thumb to the swirling water all flecked with foam. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span> +“See there,” he said, “who knows how many eyes +lie buried beneath that foam!”</p> + +<p>Beyond this foam, on the opposite bank, were +quantities of wild sago palms, drooping their metallic +green fronds over smaller-leaved forest trees; then, +lower down on the rocky banks, were entanglements +of red rhododendrons, of scarlet berries and +leaves, sprinkled by the spray. The mystery, the +strangeness of the place, so like, and yet so unlike, +European waterfalls; the groups of Dyaks scattered +about, grave and silent, perhaps remembering +comrades of theirs who had found their deaths in the +whirlpool; the perfumes of moss, damp earth and +flowers, and the sound of running water, made us +thoughtful, until Face of Day, with a pompous air, +pulled his sword from out its wooden sheath, cut +a branch of leaves and berries from a shrub near by, +and handed it to me. “Its leaves are tongues, and +its berries flaming hearts—​manah (beautiful),” he +said. His gift somewhat impeded my progress as I +struggled down the slippery rocks to our boat, but I +managed to carry the branch in safety, and one of +its leaves now rests between the pages of St. Francis +of Assisi’s <i>Floweret</i> book I always keep by me.</p> + +<p>We then embarked for the return—​I looking +eagerly for a new experience, that of shooting the +rapids. It was very great fun. Salleh stood in the +bows with a long pole, and two or three of the crew +also took poles, whilst the remainder of the Dyaks +sat in their places in the boat, no doubt rejoicing in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span> +having nothing to do. We bounded like corks over +the crest of the waves; we were carried into pools, +from whence we emerged by clever strokes of +Salleh’s pole against intervening rocks, and rounded +great stones which, a moment before, appeared as +though nothing could prevent our boats being dashed +against them. It was shady, cool, and peaceful; +flowers, leaves, and mosses smelt sweet; pale blue +butterflies hovered over the banks, and a hawk hung +motionless in the air above our heads. When we +had passed in safety the most dangerous part of the +cataract, our crew sang their home-coming song, a +sort of dirge sounding something like a Gregorian +chant. Mr. Bampfylde told me it was a thanksgiving +song to the gods for having floated us safely over the +dangers of the great Pelagus rapid.</p> + +<p>As I write, it all comes back to me as though it +only happened yesterday, for the impression was so +intense that at times I fancy myself again in that +spot, flying down the rapids like a bird. I think +if, at the end of my life, I had to give an account +of the happiest time I have ever spent, it would be +of those too brief minutes when Salleh and his +picked crew steered our boat down those foaming +waters.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXVI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-six">XXVI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">After</span> a short journey, we encamped for the +night on a gravel bank, still within sound of +the cataract’s roar. On our way, we paddled +by a jagged rock, about twenty feet high, standing +in the middle of the stream. Salleh pointed it out +to me, and told me that Kling (a hero of Dyak +mythology) had with one blow from his biliong (axe) +cut its top in two. On the gravel bed a hut of fresh +pale green palm fronds had been run up for me to +sleep and bathe in. It was very comfortable, with a +bamboo bench, some three feet wide, resting against +its leaf walls for me to sleep on. Salleh had hung +ferns, flowers, and leafy branches on its walls, and +had strewn the floor with sweet-smelling leaves. A +large expanse of shingle lay all round the hut, and +our two boats were tethered to the shore just below. +Camp-fires were soon lit here and there for the crew +to boil their evening meal of rice. It was nearly +full moon; the water rippled over its gravelly bed +and moved the sedges in the river with a musical +sound. Some palms in the neighbourhood rustled +as though a shower of rain were falling, and the +millions of leaves of the forest trees, covering the +hills and valleys, gave back to the air in perfumed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span> +mists the heat that had beaten on them during the +day.</p> + +<p>After dinner, rugs were spread on the pebbles +for us to sit on. Our friends, the Dyak and Tanjong +chiefs, were invited to join us and have their coffee +and cigarettes with us. The moon appeared above +the trees; mists began to rise, and in the forest near +by we heard the little black and white owl crying for +the moon. The Sarawak people call it Pung-Gok, +and the sound of its two notes, musical and tender, +made us feel happy and yet sad. This was the +moment for our Dyak and Tanjong friends to tell us +some of their legends. “How about the flood?” +said Mr. Bampfylde to Salleh. (I think Mr. Bampfylde +knew what was to come.) “Oh yes,” replied +Salleh, “I know all about the flood. It is a true +story and I will tell it you.</p> + +<p>“When the world was very old and the people +very wicked, the heart of the great god Patara grew sick +in heaven. He sent two dragons, man and wife, to +the earth, which were so large that they could hook +their tails in heaven and hang their heads to the +earth. They ate up the paddy all over the world, +so that many of the people died of starvation, and +after doing all this evil, they hoisted themselves back +into heaven by their tails. At that time there were +seven Rajahs in the world,—​Rajahs Sinddit, Niuka, +Nugu, Amban, Kagjup, Lubah, and Umbar. Rajah +Sinddit, the eldest, said to his brothers, ‘We must +kill these two dragons, for never in all these years +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> +have I been so hungry.’ The brothers inquired how +he suggested killing these monsters. ‘With arrows +poisoned with upas,’ he said, and they commenced +making preparations so as to be in readiness for +the dragons’ next visit.</p> + +<p>“In a short time they saw from their hiding-place +the two dragons letting themselves down from heaven, +and beginning again their work of devastation. So +the brothers sent showers of poisoned arrows, hitting +the dragons every time. The dragons felt rather +sick, and hoisted themselves back to heaven: the +poison soon began to take effect, and the beasts shook +all over and fell to earth. Then the seven Rajahs +came forward, followed by the population from their +respective countries, and cut the dragons to pieces. +Some took pieces of flesh, others portions from their +breasts, whilst others filled gourds with blood, each +according to his fancy. Some of the Rajahs cooked +their portions in bamboos, others in earthenware +saucepans. When the flesh began to boil, the fat +bubbled over and went into the rivers of the seven +countries. The waters immediately began to rise, +and the people flew to the hills.</p> + +<p>“As the waters of the rivers were not sufficient +to flood the world, Patara sent rain which lasted for +three years, so that the waters covered the mountains +and high places of the earth, and all the people in +the world perished, with the exception of one woman, +named Suki, who survived in a boat. After a long +time, the flood subsided, and Suki was alone in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span> +world, but there were a few animals that had also +escaped destruction, these being a dog, a deer, a fowl, +a pig, and a cat. These remained with Suki during +her peril, but when the waters retreated, they all ran +away and she was left sorrowing, for she had not +even the animals to speak to.</p> + +<p>“Patara, seeing her loneliness, took pity on her, +and sent the god of the storms, Antu Ribut, who +made her his wife. They had a son, named Sinpang +Tinpang, and a daughter. In time the brother and +sister married, so as to increase and replenish the +world. After many years the people began to get +wicked again, and a Rajah of this new population, +whose name was Gading, collected an army and went +to fight to the edge of the sky. He led his army +through forests and valleys, up and down great +mountains, until he arrived at a land of fields, where +the army slept for the night. The next morning the +people saw an enormous mushroom, called Kulat +Liman; it was so big that it took seven days to walk +round it. The Rajah’s army, who had finished their +provisions during their march, waxed hungry at the +sight and hacked at the mushroom, cooking and +eating the pieces they managed to obtain. When +they had eaten their fill, they became very drunk and +began to speak in different languages. The Hindoos +rolled about in charcoal and thus became black, the +Kayans pierced their ears in all directions, the +Chinese shaved their heads, the Malays shaved off +their every hair, and the Bukitans and Ukits tattooed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> +themselves. Then Kling, the god of war, came +down at Patara’s command to confuse them, and +all the people commenced to speak in strange +languages, so that the army could not be led further, +and they all separated into different countries and +the world became what it is now.”</p> + +<p>Salleh finished his tale quite abruptly. We all +thanked him, and his friend Merum told us that he +knew a good story about the Rejang, so we lit fresh +cigarettes and composed ourselves to listen. He +cleared his throat and began—</p> + +<p>“The giant Goa is the root of the Rejang tribe. +He lived up the river, as far as the Pelagus Sukat +rapid, and made the tribe by killing his daughter +and a lot of animals and pounding them all up +together. When he had finished making the tribe +he moved down to the sea-coast to live near the river +Igan; as he walked down the Rejang river, he was such +a big man that the water only came up to his knees.</p> + +<p>“Goa had a son-in-law, named Bessiong, and as +his rice farm was much troubled with pigs, he gave +Bessiong a valuable spear and told him to kill the +animals. Bessiong accordingly went up the river in +a canoe to the farming ground, and, seeing a white +pig rooting up the paddy, he flung the spear, which +struck the pig and broke in two, the animal running +away with the spear-head still sticking in its neck. +Bessiong could not follow the pig up, and went home +to tell his father-in-law. Goa was exceedingly wroth +and sent him back to find the spear-head.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span> +“Bessiong returned to the rice farm and managed +to track the pig some way by the spots of blood. +When these came to an end he looked up and found +he had wandered into an unknown country. He +roamed about, and at last came to a great village +inhabited by a strange people, living in very large +houses. Looking into one of the houses, he saw +that the people were holding incantations over one +of the inmates. When the people, from inside the +house, saw the stranger, they called out to him and +asked him where he had come from. Bessiong told +them, and asked permission to enter the house. +This they said he might do if he could doctor, as +the Rajah’s daughter was dying and none of their +medicine men could save her. Bessiong, agreeing +to try and make her well again, was taken to see +the patient, who, he was told, was suffering from +a wound in the neck. On looking at the wound, +he saw the end of his father-in-law’s spear sticking +into it. Bessiong said he could cure her, but that he +must first go outside to obtain remedies; accordingly +he went, and returned in a short time with a piece of +bamboo and a cloth. He covered the girl’s head and +neck over with the cloth, extracted the spear-head, +and slipped it in the bamboo. He then instructed +the people to give her certain remedies, and in a short +time the wound healed and the girl recovered.</p> + +<p>“The Rajah, grateful to Bessiong, gave him +his daughter in marriage. They lived together for +a year or two, and one day she took her husband +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span> +down to bathe. She showed him two wells, and +confessed that she and her people were a pig tribe. +She told him that if they bathed in one of these +wells, they were turned into pigs, and were restored +to their human form by bathing in the other well. +She asked him to dip his leg into the pig well, and +when Bessiong did so, it was changed into a pig’s +leg. He then dipped it into the other well, when +his leg was immediately restored to its original shape. +After a time, Bessiong became rather weary of the +company of his pig wife, and wished to return to +his father-in-law’s village. His wife then warned +him that if ever he met a herd of pigs swimming +across a river, he must be careful not to kill the +middle one, for it would be herself. At the same +time, she informed him that she intended to swallow +all her jewels and turn into a pig. She cautioned +him that if he did happen to kill her, he would die +himself.</p> + +<p>“After these admonitions, he went back to Goa. +One day, when he was on a hunting expedition with +his two dogs, he saw a herd of pigs swimming across +the river. The ci-devant husband at once recognized +his wife, and a longing for wealth took possession of +him. He thereupon threw a spear at the middle pig +and killed her just as she reached the shore. He ran +to the place where she lay, ripped her pig body open, +and found all her jewels. But no sooner had he the +wealth within his grasp than he died himself as the +proper punishment for his treachery. Thus it happens +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span> +that his tribe is scattered all over the country, and +the tribe which Goa manufactured fell to pieces, the +remnant being made up by Tanjongs, Kanowits, +Bliens, Kejamans, Sekarrangs, etc., all reduced in +number.”</p> + +<p>This story of the pig lady was evidently a +favourite one, for the chiefs listened to every word +of the legend as if they had never heard it before, +although they appeared to know it so well that, +whenever the reciter paused for a second, one or +other of the warriors seated round immediately +prompted him.</p> + +<p>It grew cold. The mists were making themselves +felt, they wreathed themselves round the tree-tops and +formed into walls over the waters of the river, so +that the distant hills became invisible. But the little +owl’s voice was still heard crying for the moon. He +had flown farther away in his search for higher +branches of trees whence he could see his lady love. +By and by, the moon itself was lost in the mist, and +the little bird lover’s cry was silenced, when the +ripple of the water over the pebbles, and the roar +of the distant cataract, were the only sounds we heard. +I said good-night to my friends and walked off to +the hut with Ima, whilst Bertram, Dr. Langmore, +and Mr. Bampfylde went to sleep in the boats moored +by the river’s side. Salleh accompanied us to the +hut, and when I said good-night to him and hoped +he would sleep well, he said, “Oh no, Rajah Ranee, +I shall not sleep to-night. I shall just doze like a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span> +Kijang,<a id="FNanchor_12_11" href="#Footnote_12_11" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> with one eye open, so as to be on guard near +your hut, ready for any emergency.” A quarter of an +hour had not elapsed before I heard Salleh’s snores +behind the thin walls of my leafy shelter! Then I +fell asleep, and was awakened by wild and very +sweet sounds. They were like the silvery tones of +a flute, pouring forth triplets of notes, some long, +some short, in the minor key. I got up and opened +the leafy door. The half-light of dawn lay over the +mists, enwrapping the trees and still hiding the river. +As they lifted and rent themselves away from the +branches of a bush growing near, I saw Salleh +standing there, flute in hand. “Is that you, Salleh,” +I said, “making that sweet music?” “Yes,” he +replied; “it is a tune I play at dawn and sunset, +because at these hours it sounds so sweet that it +brings tears to my eyes, so I thought you would like +me to play it to you.” Well! I thought, I am sorry +for those people who imagine our Sarawak natives to +be no better than savages. +</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2541"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2541.jpg" + alt="Salleh"> + <p class="caption">SALLEH, A TANJONG CHIEF, PLAYING ON + THE NOSE FLUTE, WITH TWO TANJONG ATTENDANTS</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_12_11" href="#FNanchor_12_11" class="label">[12]</a> + The roebuck.</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXVII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-seven">XXVII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">On</span> our way down the Rejang we stayed one +evening at Sibu. Arriving there about sunset, +we took a walk round the Chinese Bazaar +to look at the shops and say good-bye to some of +our friends. The Chinese are supposed to have been +the first people to discover camphor, and Sibu Bazaar +is one of the principal dépôts for it in Sarawak. In +early days camphor was purchased for about $10 a +cattie (1⅓ lb.), but the price has now risen to three +times that amount. Chinese merchants all over +Sarawak buy this commodity from the natives +and send it to Singapore. The camphor seekers +in the forests of Sarawak go through a great +many superstitious rites in order to find good +supplies. Sometimes they stay in the forests for +weeks together, having only salt and rice for their +sustenance.</p> + +<p>The Rejang river is rich in many articles of +export: indiarubber, gutta-percha, beeswax, mats, +ebony, beads, and geliga or bezoar stones, the latter +being found in the stomach of three species of monkeys—​wah-wahs, +jelu-merahs, and jelu-jangkits. The +natives kill these animals with the blow-pipe, and +about seven out of every ten are said to contain these +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span> +valuable and rare stones, highly prized by Chinamen, +who buy them at extremely high prices. Bezoar +stones are also to be found in porcupines, but they +are rarer, and are, in consequence, even dearer than +those found in monkeys. A small species of rhinoceros +also exists and roams about not far from Kapit +Fort; these animals are to be met with near a limestone +mountain, called the Mountain of the Moon. +The creatures are hunted and killed by the natives +for the sake of their horns, which the Chinese scrape +into powder, mix with water, and give as a medicine +for inflammation; they also boil the dung of these +animals and use it as a medicine. The animals are +not savage, and only turn upon human beings when +wounded.</p> + +<p>One of our visits, on this evening at Sibu, was +to an old Chinese chemist, who had settled himself +in the place when the Rejang was given over to the +first white Rajah. His shop was situated in the +middle of a row of houses, roofed with wooden +shingles, in front of which were wide verandahs +with balustrades, floored with planks, where the +shopkeepers sat in the cool of the evening, and +purchasers wandered about them in comfort all day +long, sheltered from sun and rain. The Chinaman +was very glad to see us, and Dr. Langmore was +interested to meet a colleague, for the old man +was supposed to be one of the most skilful doctors +in the neighbourhood. He showed Dr. Langmore +his grated rhinoceros horn, the powdered bezoar +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span> +stone, the broth made from sharks’ fins, and on one +of the counters was a steaming bowl of tamarinds, in +readiness for stomachic complaints. He was ending +his days in peace and prosperity. His dispensary +was thronged from morning to night with patients +suffering from all kinds of diseases, nervous and +otherwise. The death-rate at Sibu, however, was +low, so one imagines the old man’s methods were +beneficent. Nor was our old friend quite without +an eye to the future, for he owned a beautiful coffin +made of iron-wood, or bilian, which he kept polished +like a looking-glass. It was often put out in the +warm, dry air, so that it should be thoroughly well +seasoned in case of emergency. The old gentleman +would sit on the edge of the coffin smoking his +opium pipe after his day’s labour—​that one solace +of hard-working Chinamen, who take one pipe of +opium in the evening, just as an abstemious man +enjoys his glass of whisky and water before going +to bed. From my own experience amongst the +people of Sarawak, I can say with truth that opium +is not in any way such a curse to the country as +are the spirits and “fire water” sold in such large +quantities all over the United Kingdom and its +colonies, with, apparently, so few restrictions. But +to return to our old friend: he would point to his +coffin with pride, for he did not dread the time when +the lid would close over him and his place in the +world know him no more.</p> + +<p>Going back to our bungalow near the Fort, we +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span> +walked round the other shops in the Bazaar: these +were full of beads of dark blue transparent glass, +some opaque, ornamented with dabs of black, red, +white, and yellow. These beads are made in Venice, +and find ready purchasers amongst the poorer Dyaks, +Kayans, and Tanjongs, for they are a fair imitation +of ancient beads these people dig up, sometimes by +accident, sometimes as the result of dreams. It is +curious how these ancient beads are found, and an +interesting account of them may be seen in Dr. +Hose’s recent book on Sarawak. The true old beads +are regarded with great veneration by the Dyak +and Kayan people. One of my Dyak friends told +me that he dreamed if he went to a certain spot +in a forest rather distant from his home, and dug +under a particular tree, he would find amongst its +roots a valuable bead called lukut. He accordingly +went to the spot, dug under the tree, and there +found the bead, which he carried round his waist +in a little basket, together with bits of rock crystal, +stones worn into queer shapes by water, and a +peculiar-looking seed covered with red fluff, which +was believed to be the hair of a powerful and malignant +spirit, named Antu Gergasi.</p> + +<p>We bade farewell to the Chinese apothecary and +to the bead-finder, who had escorted us to the door +of our house, and the next morning we left Sibu on +our way to Simanggang. We entered the Batang +Lupar River and steamed by two green mounds, +covered with trees, shaped like dumplings, which +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> +stand at its entrance. One of these is an island, +called the Isle of Birds, where a landslip has uprooted +the great trees on its precipitous side, showing +the red soil underneath. On this island is a tomb +erected to a Muhammadan lady, who lived a great +many years ago in one of the little villages near the +coast, and was honoured for her holy life and her +incessant prayers to Allah. When she died, she was +buried in this little island as a special tribute to +her memory. Although a pilgrimage to her tomb +requires a tedious journey across the channel dividing +the island from the neighbouring coast, the people +in this part of the country pay frequent visits to +her resting-place, taking with them on each occasion +costly silks and satins to lay on her tomb, and thus +show the reverence in which she is still held by +those who appreciate her holy life.</p> + +<p>The passage from the mouth of the Rejang +had been so smooth that it was impossible even +for me to be sea-sick. The sun was setting, and +in front of us the shores of the Batang Lupar were +veiled with pink smoke, for it was now in September, +and the Dyaks were burning their farms. I saw +strange, fitful lights in the western sky, fragments +of pale blue framed in golden fluff with ragged +edges of copper. A colour, like a fragment of a +rainbow, was seen for an instant close by the sea, +then disappeared, whilst entanglements of gold and +turquoise blue, intricate and delicate, covered the +sky. The sun dropping behind the clouds stood out +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> +blood-red, like a glorified host; until in a few +moments it was hidden behind the sea. A gleam +of gold trembled on the water; it vanished, darkness +came, and the day was done.</p> + +<p>Our arrival at Simanggang was a pleasant one. +Our dear friend, Mr. Bailey, who for several years +had ruled the district with marked success, and Mr. +Kirkpatrick, then Assistant-Resident in the Batang +Lupar, were at the wharf to meet us. Bertram and +I walked up that sweet-smelling avenue of angsana +trees leading to the Fort and to the bungalow +where we were to stay, and where we spent a +happy time.</p> + +<p>A great sadness comes over me now as I write +about this river, for since Bertram’s and my visit +to the Batang Lupar two of the Rajah’s most distinguished +officers have passed away. In mentioning +Simanggang, it would be a great and very ungrateful +omission were I not especially to mention these two +men—​Mr. Frank Maxwell and Mr. Bailey.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2601"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2601.jpg" + alt="Hut with eatables"> + <p class="caption">HUT CONTAINING EATABLES TO REFRESH THE GOD OF SICKNESS, +BATANG LUPAR RIVER</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>Mr. Frank Maxwell lived at Simanggang, in +charge of the Fort, for a great many years, and it is +almost unnecessary to remind anyone who takes an +interest in the Malayan Archipelago how famous the +name of Maxwell must for ever be in that part of the +world. His father, Sir Benson Maxwell, and his +brothers, Sir William and Mr. Robert Maxwell, are +also well known for the part they have played in +civilizing those far-off Eastern lands. But it is of +Mr. Frank Maxwell that I now write, for I am able + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> +to speak with authority as to the affection in which all +the people of the Batang Lupar hold his name. He +joined the Rajah’s service as a young man of twenty-two +years of age. He first of all learned the methods +of Sarawak policy under Mr. Skelton, another of the +Rajah’s loyal officers, who, alas, was destined to die +young. At Mr. Skelton’s death, Mr. Maxwell was +given charge of this district, and for years he toiled +there for the benefit of the people. Head-hunters +were busy in those days in the inland country of the +Batang Lupar, and many were the expeditions led +by him in order to restore peace and trade in +the vicinity. A chief, called Lang Endang, gave +immense trouble, and at one time menaced in a +somewhat serious manner the inhabitants residing in +the lower waters of the Batang Lupar River. Now +that Mr. Maxwell has passed away, I do not fear +his displeasure at pointing out the manner in which +he drove these enemies of the Rajah back, thus +establishing security and peace in the district. One +of these expeditions comes back forcibly to my +mind as I write. Mr. Maxwell’s health was never +very good on account of constant malaria and +rheumatism, and once when an expedition was +absolutely necessary he was lying crippled with +an attack of acute rheumatism in Simanggang Fort. +He was carried down to his boat and placed on +a mattress, from which he directed the operations +necessary against the rebel force. During the +arduous river journey he lay almost unable to move +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> +hand or foot. Notwithstanding these drawbacks, +he led his Dyaks to victory, and when he got +back to the Fort and had leisure to be ill in +comfort—​although still in great pain—​he must +have felt repaid for his exertions by the grateful +affection of the Malays and Dyaks, who, as I have +said before, admire above all other things courage +and endurance. It was not from Mr. Maxwell that +I learned the details of this expedition, but from the +Simanggang people themselves.</p> + +<p>The same devotion to the country distinguished +Mr. Bailey, who was content to live in the Fort +situated up that green cliff overlooking the Batang +Lupar River for years and years, bereft of European +society, with the exception of the English officer +under him, straining every nerve to bring the people +into civilization, to teach them the benefits of good +agriculture, and to keep them as much as possible +from the pernicious habit of head-hunting, which +seems ingrained in their very bones.</p> + +<p>These two names which occur to me as I write are +of those who have gone beyond the influence of either +praise or blame. Fortunately many of the Rajah’s +other officers are still alive, and it is only because +I have the pleasure of being their friend, and know +how much they would dislike being dragged into print, +that I refrain from saying all I should like to say +about such men as Mr. Bampfylde, Mr. Harry +Deshon, and others, who have so nobly followed +the example set before them by their chief.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span> +I know I shall be forgiven if I seize the present +opportunity of mentioning the names of some of my +Englishwomen friends who have also taken an affectionate +interest in the lives of the women of our +country. The wife of the Bishop of Sarawak, Mrs. +Hose, Mrs. Deshon, Mrs. F. Maxwell, Mrs. Buck, +and many others were most successful in their +sympathetic endeavours to know them well and to +become their friends. I wish these ladies could +realize how much all who care for Sarawak appreciate +their work out there. Mrs. Hose, alas, died +some years ago, but her memory still lives in the +hearts of the women of Sarawak. Their other +Englishwomen friends are often spoken of in +Kuching and other places in Sarawak, and the one +wish of the women of the country is that they may +see them again.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXVIII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-eight">XXVIII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Whilst</span> we were staying at the bungalow +at Simanggang, Mr. Bailey sent me a +message one morning to the effect that a +number of Dyak women, living a little distance in +a village up the Batang Lupar, had requested permission +to send a deputation to welcome us to the +country. I was only too delighted to receive the +women, so that Bertram and I stood on the verandah +in expectation of their arrival. A little distance up +the path, bordered by betel-nut palms, sweet-smelling +limes, and other tropical growth we saw a long file +of women making their way in our direction, bearing +aloft great round trays piled up with fruits and cakes. +High silver combs, from which dangled fringes of +silver, falling each side of their faces below the ears, +decorated their huge coils of hair. Their bodies +were cased in innumerable coils of brass rings, and +they wore short petticoats of cotton cloth, brown, +blue, and white. They wore quantities of anklets and +bangles, and their throats were encircled with rows +upon rows of beads and gold ornaments. There were +about thirty or forty of these women, walking slowly, +holding themselves very straight, their eyes cast +down, and I noticed the same curious, mysterious, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span> +archaic expression on their faces as on those of +the Tanjong dancers. They came to the bungalow, +passed Bertram and me, and laid their gifts of fruits +and cakes on the verandah at the back of our house, +then followed us into our sitting-room to have a +little talk.</p> + +<p>This charming welcome was their way of showing +pleasure at our arrival, and when they had taken their +places, squatting on the floor, their feet tucked underneath +them, and the few moments of silence required +on such important occasions had passed, we began +our talk, and I asked them about their families and +all the news of their village. They told me that +not many weeks before, sickness had attacked some +members of their community, and that their long +house, surrounded by an orchard of bananas, durians, +jack fruit, etc., was situated a few yards from the +banks of the river. In order to appease the anger +of the god of sickness, they had erected a little hut +on the river-bank. I felt curious to see this hut, and +asked them whether I might pay it a visit. They +were pleased with the idea, and these forty women +suggested paddling me thither in one of their boats. +Accordingly, that afternoon, Bertram and I were conveyed +a few reaches up the Batang Lupar by this +picturesque crew. It did not take us long to reach the +spot, where we saw an open shed, propped on bamboo +poles, roofed in with palm leaves. Large plates, some +chipped and broken, hung from the roof, and on a +platform below were placed cooked rice, pieces of salt +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span> +fish, and other edibles, together with a gourd of water, +to tempt the spirit of the plague to eat his meals there, +instead of going further inland to procure his food off +human flesh. This custom is, I believe, a universal +one amongst some of the tribes in Sarawak. The +women assured me that the sickness was stayed by +these methods, but the hut had been left there, in +case the unwelcome visitor should return at any time +for more victims. We were paddled back to the +bungalow in the same way as we had come, and +the women expressed themselves delighted with the +time we had spent together.</p> + +<p>That evening we held a large reception in the +Fort, at which all my old friends, Malays and Dyaks, +were present, Mr. Bailey and Mr. Kirkpatrick being +the masters of ceremony on the occasion. One of +the Malays present, a Seripa, whom I knew well +in her younger days, amused me much, so careful +did she seem to be of Bertram’s morals. A pretty +girl, whose name was Lada (meaning pepper), a Dyak +of Sekarrang and the daughter of a fortman, happened +to be amongst our guests. Her magnificent hair, her +great dark eyes fringed with eyelashes of wonderful +length, her little flat nose and well-shaped mouth, her +pale yellow complexion, her slim figure, and her +graceful movements made her a striking personality +at the party. I must own Bertram thought the girl +pretty and talked a good deal to her, but in quite a +fatherly manner. This conduct, however, on his part, +did not please the Seripa, who sat next to me. She +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[267]</span> +objected to his showing attention to a person she +considered an “orang kechil” (a little person of no +consequence). She told me she was my friend, and +therefore competent to teach “Anak Rajah” (a +Rajah’s child) in the ways he should go. She continued +her ejaculations on the subject during the +Evening. I tried to pacify her, and could only manage +to do so by telling her that perhaps she might get an +opportunity the following morning of seeing Bertram, +and remonstrating with him on his conduct. Meanwhile, +poor Bertram was quite unconscious of the +displeasure of the Seripa. She was a curious-looking +woman, of Arabian descent, and her features were +more European than were those of Malays generally. +She had been good-looking, and was even then a +picturesque figure in her draperies of dark blue and +her dark purple scarf, made of gauzy material, flung +over her locks, still untouched with grey, but curling +in profusion all over her head.</p> + +<p>The next morning Ima told me that the Seripa +and one or two of her female retinue were prowling +round the garden of the bungalow, in order to waylay +Bertram as he went out for his morning walk. What +happened at the interview, I never quite made out, +but, being warned by Ima that the couple had met, I +stood on the verandah and watched the proceedings. +The angry dame was pouring forth a torrent of words +to Bertram, who could only understand about a +quarter of all she said. Ima told me, however, that +the gist of it was that she (the Seripa) was my friend, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span> +and that if Bertram chose to pay attention to any +of her relations it would be quite the right thing for +a Rajah’s son to do, as they were Seripas, but she +forbade him to waste his compliments and attentions +on people below his rank. I am sorry to say that +Bertram did not at all appreciate the friendly interference +of the angry Seripa, although when a few +days had elapsed, my loyal friend could judge for +herself that the matter was not of such serious import +after all. By the time we left Simanggang, Bertram +and the Seripa had become good friends.</p> + +<p>It must be remembered that the greatest pleasure +to Malays who have passed their first youth is in +teaching others. Their one idea on approaching +young people is to “ajar” them. “Baik sahya ajar” +(it is well I should teach him) were the words I was +perpetually hearing from many Malays during my +journeys with Bertram through Sarawak. It shows +friendship and interest on their part, and I remember +with tenderness and affection the admonitions the +dear people used to give me when I first went +amongst them in the days of my youth.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[269]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXIX">CHAPTER <abbr title="Twenty-nine">XXIX</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">During</span> our stay at Simanggang I saw, as +usual, a great many natives, and being interested +in the legends of the place, I persuaded +my visitors to relate some of these to me. It should +be remembered that none of these legends have been +written down by themselves, since the Dyaks possess +no literature, with the result that they vary in the +telling. I cannot say positively that the following +legends have not already appeared in print; to my +mind, however, their interest lies in their slight +difference; every variation goes to show how +strongly these legends are embedded in the minds +and lives of the people, and should, in their way, +help to unfold the secret of their origin.</p> + +<p>I found that the strange idea of people becoming +petrified by storms and tempests, through laughing +or ill-treating animals, was universal amongst the +inhabitants of this district. The following are +two stories regarding this belief, told me by my +friends.</p> + +<p>Many years ago there was a little village called +Marup, far up the Batang Lupar River. It stood on +the banks near its source, and below the village the +water rippled over pebbles under the shade of great +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[270]</span> +trees. There were deep pools here and there +between the rocks, where fish could be seen swimming +about, and these the village boys caught in their hands. +It was a happy little place, too poor to be attacked +by robbers, and out of the reach of the terrible +head-hunters living nearer the coast. The orchards +round the village were full of fruit, and the rice-crops +were never known to fail. The women passed their +time weaving cloths made from the cotton growing +on the trees round their dwellings, or working in the +rice-fields, whilst the men fished, hunted, or went long +journeys in their canoes in search of certain palms, +which they brought home to their women, who worked +them into mats or plaited them into baskets. One +day a young girl went down to the river with her net. +She filled her basket with fish called by the people +“Ikan Pasit.” The girl took them home, and as +she was preparing them for supper, the smallest fish +jumped out of the cooking pot and touched her +breast. “What are you doing?” she said to the fish. +“Do you imagine that you are my husband?” and at +this joke she laughed heartily. The people who were +watching her prepare the meal joined in the laugh, +and the peals of laughter were so loud that the +villagers, hearing the noise, rushed to see what was +the matter, and they too began to laugh. Suddenly, +a great black pall was seen to rise over the western +hills, and spread over the sky. A mighty wind blew +accompanied by flashes of lightning and detonations +sounding like the fall of great hills. Then +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[271]</span> +a stone-rain (hail-storm) began, and soon a terrible +tempest was in progress. The torrents of rain and +hail were so dense that day turned to night. After a +time the rain ceased, but great hailstones beat pitilessly +down on the village until every man, woman, and +child, and every animal, even the houses themselves, +were turned to stone and fell into the river with a +loud crash. When the storm subsided, a deep silence +lay over the valley, and the only traces of that once +happy settlement were great boulders of rock lying +in the bed of the stream.</p> + +<p>The girl who had been the first to mock at the +fish was only partly petrified, for her head and neck +remained human and unchanged. She, also, had +fallen into the river, and was embedded like a +rock in the middle of the stream. Thus she lived +for many years, with a living head and neck, and a +body of stone. Whenever a canoe paddled by she +implored its inmates to take their swords and kill her, +but they could make no impression whatever on her +stone body or on her living head. They could not +move the rock, for it was too big, and although they +hacked at her head with axes, swords, and various +other implements, she bore a charmed life, and was +doomed to remain alive. One evening a man +paddled by, carrying his wife’s spindle in the bottom +of his canoe. He heard the girl’s cries, and tried all +means possible with his axe and his sword to put her +out of her misery; at length in a fit of impotent +despair he seized hold of the spindle and struck her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[272]</span> +over the head with it. Suddenly her cries ceased, +and her head and neck slowly turned to stone. This +legend is known to a great many of the Dyaks living +up the Batang Lupar River, and the group of rocks +was pointed out to me when we passed by them, if +I remember rightly, not far from Lobok Antu.</p> + +<p>The other legend is known as the Cat story, and +is supposed to have happened to a tribe who lived +not far from the lady turned to stone by a spindle. +This village was also built on the banks of one of the +little streams flowing into the Batang Lupar River. +The chief was a proud, haughty man, whose tribe +numbered one thousand men, women, and children. +He was given the title of “Torrent of Blood,” whilst +his more famous warriors were also distinguished +by similarly splendid names. His house was so +large that it had seventy-eight doors (meaning +seventy-eight families lived under the same long +roof). He was indeed a great man: when he consulted +the birds, they were favourable to his wishes, +and when he led his warriors to battle, he always +returned victorious, with his boats laden with heads, +jars, sacks of paddy, and plunder of various kinds. +No tribe in Borneo could equal the noise made by his +warriors when they gave vent to the terrible head yells, +by which they made known to the countryside that +they were returning from some successful expedition. +Practice had made them perfect, and the mountains, +rocks, and valleys resounded with their shouts. When +an expedition returned, the women and children stood +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[273]</span> +on the banks to watch the arrival of the boats. +The most distinguished warriors’ helmets were decorated +with hornbill’s plumes, and their war-jackets +were a mass of feathers. None but renowned head-hunters +were allowed to wear the hornbill’s plumes, +for they were a token of the wearer having captured +heads of enemies in battle.</p> + +<p>But there was one poor individual who could take +no part in either these warlike expeditions, or in the +“Begawai Antu” (head feast) given in honour of heads +of enemies taken in their wars. Some years before, +the poor man’s parents had accidentally set fire to one +of the houses in the village, and, according to the +custom of these Dyaks, such a misfortune entailed +the whole of the culprit’s family being enslaved. +One by one the relations of the poor man had died, +until he remained the only slave of the tribe. Indignities +were heaped upon him, he was looked +upon with great contempt, and made to live in +the last room of the village where the refuse was +thrown. One day, feeling more desolate than usual, +he made friends with a cat belonging to the tribe. +He enticed the animal into his miserable room and +dressed it up in a scarlet waistband, a war-jacket +made of panther’s skin, and a cap decorated with +hornbill’s plumes: in short, in the costume of a distinguished +Dyak warrior. He carried the animal +to the open verandah in sight of the chiefs and +elders who were discussing plans for a fresh expedition, +and of the women and young girls husking +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[274]</span> +the paddy. There, before them all, the friendless +creature hugged the cat and held it to his heart. He +was nearly weeping and tears stood in his eyes, but +hard-hearted and scornful, the people pointed at him +in derision for owning such a friend, and laughed +loudly. The warriors forgot about their war plans +and the women about their paddy, in their keen enjoyment +of the poor man’s misery. Suddenly, he let the +cat jump out of his arms, and as it touched the +ground it ran like a mad thing in and out of the +crowd, dropping here and there the cap, the jacket, +and the scarlet waistband. Freed from these trappings, +the cat leapt out of the house and disappeared. +Then a great storm arose and the stone-rain fell +upon the people. The chief of the village, together +with all his tribe, were hurled by Antu Ribut into +the stream, and they and their houses were turned +into those great rocks which anyone can see for +himself if he will take the trouble involved in a +journey up those many reaches of the Batang Lupar +River. The poor despised man found rest and +shelter in the general confusion, for he crept inside +a bamboo growing near the house, and there he +has remained ever since, embedded in its heart.</p> + +<p>Dr. Hose has told me that Bukitans and Ukits +also believe in the danger of laughing at animals, for +he once had a baby maias<a id="FNanchor_13_12" href="#Footnote_13_12" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> which learnt to put its +arms into the sleeves of a small coat, until it quite +got to like the coat. When visiting Dr. Hose at +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[275]</span> +the Fort these people sometimes saw the creature +slowly putting on his coat, when they hid their +faces and turned away their heads, for fear the +animal should see them laughing at it. When +Dr. Hose asked them why they were afraid to be +seen laughing, they replied, “It is ‘mali’ (forbidden) +to laugh at an animal, and might cause a tempest.”</p> + +<p>Here is another legend about people being turned +to stone on account of ingratitude and disrespect +to their parents. Not far from the mouth of the +Batang Lupar River, some miles up the coast, are +rocks standing on the shore and which, according +to my friends, were remains of an ancient village, in +which a man, his wife, and their son once lived. +The parents were exceedingly fond of the boy and +brought him up with especial care. The father +taught him how to make schooners, how to fashion +canoes, and to make nets in order to obtain a +large haul of fish: indeed, he taught the boy all he +knew. When the lad grew up, he started from his +village on a trading expedition in a schooner built +by his father and himself. The parents parted +regretfully with their child, but in their unselfishness +they were only too glad he should go forth in the +world outside their little settlement and make a name +for himself. After many years the son managed to +amass a considerable fortune from his trading expeditions, +and returned to the place of his birth to +visit his father and mother who had never for a +moment forgotten the boy so dear to them. But, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[276]</span> +so the story goes, when he realized the poverty +of their surroundings and their position in the +world, his heart grew hard towards them, and he +felt ashamed of their low estate. He spoke unkind +words to the old couple, who had almost given +their life’s blood to build up his fortune. One day, +after insulting them more than usual, a great storm +arose, and father, mother, and son, together with the +whole of the inhabitants of the village and their +houses, were tossed into the sea and turned into +stone.</p> + +<p>The Batang Lupar district is rich in legends, +and I will tell yet another as related to me by a +fortman’s wife in Simanggang. Every one living +in Simanggang knows the great mass of sandstone +and forest, called Lingga Mountain, and all those +who have travelled at all (so said the fortman’s +wife) have seen this Lingga Mountain and know +how high and difficult it is to climb, and how a +great stretch of country can be seen from its flat and +narrow top with the wide expanse of sea stretching +from the shores of the Batang Lupar across the +great bay of Sarawak to the mountains beyond the +town of Kuching. A young Dyak, named Laja, once +resided in a village at the foot of this mountain. A +beautiful lady, the Spirit of the mountain, one night +appeared to him in his dreams, and told him he must +rise early the next morning, before the trees on the +banks of the river had emerged from the mists of night, +and climb Lingga Mountain, where he would find the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[277]</span> +safflower (that blossom which has since become so great +a blessing to the Dyak race) at the top. The vision +went on to explain that this plant would benefit Laja’s +tribe, for it could cure most illnesses, more especially +sprains and internal inflammation. Laja obeyed the +orders of this beautiful lady and started off the next +morning before dawn had broken over the land. He +had climbed half-way up the mountain when he saw, +just above the fog, the fragment of a rainbow, like a +gigantic orchid painted in the sky, its rose colour +gleaming through the mist and melting away in the +most wonderful moss-green hue. Seeing the coloured +fragment, Laja knew at once that the Spirit of the +mountain, a king’s daughter, was about to descend by +the rainbow to bathe in the mountain stream. When +the colours had faded from the sky, Laja went his way, +until he reached the top, where he had some difficulty +in finding the safflower on account of its diminutive +size. After searching for some time, he found the +root and carried it back to his village. He then +pounded it up and gave it to people who were sick. +But the plant was capricious, for, whilst it cured some, +others derived no benefit from it and died. Its +successes, however, proved more numerous than its +failures, and every member of the tribe became +anxious to procure a root for himself, although no +one ventured to undertake the journey at the time +as the farming season was in full swing, necessitating +the villagers working hard at their paddy; moreover, +the place where the plant grew was a long way off +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[278]</span> +and the climb up the mountain was a somewhat +perilous one.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding, a young man, named Simpurei, +started off one day in search of the safflower, without +telling anyone of his intentions. When he reached +half-way up the mountain he saw the rainbow glittering +in the sky, but instead of its being a fragment, its arch +was perfect, both ends resting on the sides of a hill +opposite the mountain. Simpurei realized that the +king’s daughter must be bathing in the neighbourhood; +nevertheless, he still went on. He heard the +sound of water and rustling leaves close by, and, +pushing aside a great branch of foliage, peered +through, when he saw a woman most divinely +beautiful bathing in a pool. She was unclothed, her +hair falling down her back until it touched her feet. +She threw the water over her head from a bucket +of pure gold, and as Simpurei stood staring at this +beautiful vision, one of the twigs in his hand broke +off. At the sound the girl looked up, and seeing the +youth, fled to a great bed of safflowers near which her +clothes were lying. As she sped away, one of her hairs +became entangled in the bushes and was left hanging +there. Simpurei saw it all wet and glistening, like a +cobweb left on a branch after a dewy night, and +rolling the fragile thread up carefully, put it with the +beads, pebbles, pieces of wood, seeds, etc., which he +carried about with him as charms, in his sirih bag.</p> + +<p>He hastened home, having forgotten the safflower +in the excitement of this unexpected meeting, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[279]</span> +but he had scarcely reached his house when he was +seized with violent illness. He lingered for some hours, +for he had time before he died to relate his adventures +to the whole of the village who had immediately come +to his house on hearing of his illness. Medicine men +were called in, but their remedies were of no avail, and +the elders of the tribe showed their wisdom when they +decided that his death was a just punishment sent him +by the Rajah, the Spirit of the Sun:—​for had not +Simpurei stood and gazed at his daughter when she +was unclothed?</p> + +<p>Another legend, which I had from the fortman’s +wife, telling how the paddy was first brought to Borneo, +is a general one all over the country, and is related +by many of our people with certain variations. Some +generations ago a man dwelt alone by the side of a +river in a small hut. One day, after a succession of +thunder-storms and heavy rains, he was watching +snags and driftwood hurrying down the stream after +heavy freshets, owing to which the upper districts of the +river had been submerged and a number of people +drowned in the flood. A snag, on which perched +a milk-white paddy bird, was hurrying to the sea, +followed, more leisurely, by a great tree torn up by its +roots. This tree got caught in a sandbank and swung +to and fro in the current with a portion of its roots +above water. The man noticed a strange-looking plant +entangled in its roots, and unfastening his canoe from +the landing-place near by, he paddled to the spot and +took the plant home. It was a delicate-looking thing +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[280]</span> +with leaves of the tenderest green, but thinking it of no +use, he threw it in a corner of his hut and soon forgot +all about it. When evening came on he unfolded +his mat, put up his mosquito-net, and was soon fast +asleep. In his dreams, a beautiful being appeared to +him and spoke about the plant. This phantom, who +seemed more like a spirit than a man, revealed to him +that the plant was necessary to the human race, but +that it must be watched and cherished, and planted +when seven stars were shining together in the sky just +before dawn. The man then woke up and, pulling +his curtains aside, saw the plant lying in the corner +of the hut shrivelled and brown. There he left it, +and went to visit a friend living in the neighbourhood, +to whom he related what had happened, and went +on to say that the spirit of his dreams must be very +stupid in telling him to look for seven stars when +there were always so many shining in the sky. But +his friend was a wise man and able to explain the meaning +of his dream. He told him that Patara himself +had appeared to him, and that the seven stars were +quite different from other stars, as they did not +twinkle, but remained still in the heavens, and as +they chose their own season for appearing in the +sky no one could tell for certain, without their help, +when the new plant was to be put in the ground. +The friend, being also versed in the law of antus, +or spirits, said that the plant found in the roots of +the tree was paddy (rice), and that Patara had taken +the trouble to say so himself.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[281]</span> +After this explanation the man went home, +picked up the plant and put it away carefully until +another dream should reveal when he was to look out +for the seven stars. In due time, under Patara’s +guidance, the man noticed the “necklace of Pleiades” +appearing in the sky. The little plant was then put +in the ground, where it grew and multiplied. The +people in neighbouring villages also procured roots +to plant in their farms, so that the paddy now +flourishes all over the country and the people of +Sarawak have always enough to eat.</p> + +<p>Sarawak people have very beautiful ideas about +paddy, and their mythical tales about the food-giving +plant remind one of the many legends all over the world +relating to Demeter and other earth-mother goddesses. +Amongst some tribes, indeed, I fancy, nearly all over +Sarawak, the people plant the roots of a lily called +Indu Padi (or wife of the Paddy, by Sea Dyaks) in +their paddy fields. They treat this flower as though it +were the most powerful goddess, and every paddy field +belonging to the Dyaks of the Rejang, of the Batang +Lupar, of the Sadong, and also of the Land Dyaks near +Kuching, possesses a root of this flower.<a id="FNanchor_14_13" href="#Footnote_14_13" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> They build +little protecting huts over it, and treat its delicate and +short life with the utmost care and reverence. I +have often tried to get a glimpse of this flower, but +have never succeeded. However, a good many of the +Rajah’s officers, who have lived some time in native +houses, and who have witnessed the people’s harvest +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[282]</span> +festivals, have given me a description of it. I have +always thought it such a beautiful superstition of theirs +that of caring for and nurturing the delicate petals of +a flower as though its fragile existence were a protection +to the well-being of their race. They greatly fear +anything happening to the plant, for should it die or +shrivel up before the paddy is husked and garnered, +it is thought to bode disaster to their tribe.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2821"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2821.jpg" + alt="Dyak Chief"> + <p class="caption">PANAU—​A SEA DYAK CHIEF</p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>A chief named Panau, who had a considerable +following, often paid me visits in our bungalow at +Simanggang. I had known him for years, and, +like all Dyaks, he was fond of talking, and a +shrewd observer of men and things. He was a +reader of character, and when he trusted anyone +became their loyal friend. His dark, restless eyes, +his smiling face, his swagger, his conceit, his +humility, and his kindness always interested me. +He had a sense of humour, too, and cracked +many jokes of which I did not always catch the +sense; this was perhaps fortunate, as Dyak jokes +are sometimes Rabelaisian in character. He was +greatly interested in my camera, and thought the +manner in which I fired at the landscape and caught +it in the box nothing short of miraculous. One day +I took his portrait, attired in his war-dress. He kept +me waiting for some minutes adjusting a warlike pose +before I pulled off the cap. “Let those who look +upon my picture tremble with fear,” he said, as he +grasped his spear in one hand and his shield in the +other. I took him into the dark room arranged for + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[283]</span> +me in our bungalow to see me develop the picture. +He looked over my shoulder as I moved the acid +over the plate, and when he saw his likeness appear, +he gave a yell, screamed out “Antu!” tore open +the door, and rushed out, slamming the door behind +him. On that account his picture is somewhat +fogged. It took some time before he recovered from +his fright, but he eventually accepted one of the +prints. A great reason I had for enjoying Panau’s +company was his devotion to my eldest son, Vyner, +who had visited Sarawak the previous year. At the +time of Bertram’s and my stay in Sarawak, Vyner +was finishing his education at Cambridge. Panau +confided to me that he longed for the time to come +when his Rajah Muda would be amongst his people +again. It appeared that Vyner had made many +peaceful expeditions up the Batang Lupar River +with Panau and his tribe. On one occasion +Panau informed me he had saved Vyner from +being engulfed by the Bore. When, on my return +to England, I asked Vyner for details, he told me he +did not remember the incident, and thought it must +have existed only in Panau’s imagination. I daresay +Panau, having so often related this imaginary +adventure, had come to look upon it as true. At +any rate, the Chief was devoted to him, and, knowing +how deeply my eldest son appreciates the natives, +it was pleasant to realize how much he was esteemed +by them in return.</p> + +<p>I do not think it would be amiss to relate in this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[284]</span> +connection a subsequent adventure that befell Vyner +some years after my stay at the Batang Lupar +River, up one of its tributaries. The Rajah found +himself obliged to send an expedition against a +tribe who had committed many murders in these +inland rivers. The expedition started from Simanggang, +with Mr. Harry Deshon in charge of a +force of Dyaks and Malays numbering about eight +thousand, whilst Mr. Bailey and Vyner accompanied +them. For some unexplained reason, cholera broke +out amongst the force just before it had reached the +enemy’s country. It was impossible to turn back on +account of the bad impression such a course would +have made on the enemy, so that, in spite of losing +men daily, the expedition had to push on. When the +force reached the enemy’s country, a land party was +dispatched to the scene of action. A chosen body +of men, led by Malay chiefs, started on foot for the +interior, leaving the Englishmen and the body of the +force to await their return. During those days of +waiting, the epidemic became most virulent. The +three white men had encamped on a gravel bed, and +the Dyak force remained in their boats close by. As +the days wore on, the air was filled with the screams +and groans of the stricken and dying. Out of six or +seven thousand men who remained encamped by the +shores of the river, about two thousand died of the +plague, and to Vyner’s great grief and mine our old +friend Panau was attacked with the disease, and +died in a few hours.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[285]</span> +Mr. Deshon and Mr. Bailey have since told me +that Vyner’s presence helped to keep discipline and +hope amongst the force during the awful time. He +was always cheerful, they said. It appears that +Vyner and his two friends used to sit on the gravel +bed and with a grim humour point out to one another +where they would like to be buried, in case at any +moment they might be carried off by the plague.</p> + +<p>When, after having conquered the head-hunters, +the attacking party returned to camp, they found +the gravel bed strewn with the bodies of the dead +and dying. The return journey to Simanggang +was terrible, for all along those many miles of water, +corpses had to be flung from the boats in such +numbers that there was nothing to be done but +to leave them floating in the stream. The enemy, +subsequently hearing about the catastrophe, hurried +to the place where the Rajah’s force had been encamped, +and finding there so many dead bodies, +proceeded to cut off their heads and to carry them +home. These people, however, fell victims to their +detestable habit, for they caught the cholera and +spread it amongst their tribe, with the result that it +was almost annihilated. A great stretch of country +became infected, and the little paths around Simanggang +were littered with the corpses of Chinese, +Dyaks, and Malays. Nothing apparently could be +done to stop the disease, which disappeared as +suddenly as it had come, but this calamitous epidemic +destroyed nearly one-quarter of the population.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">[286]</span> +Happening to be in Italy at the time, I read in an +Italian paper that the Rajah’s son had died of cholera +in Sarawak, as he was leading an expedition into the +interior. I hurried to England with my younger son, +Harry, who was staying with me at the time, and +when we arrived at Dover, placards at the station +confirmed the report. Telegrams, however, soon put +us out of suspense, but I had spent a terrible day.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_13_12" href="#FNanchor_13_12" class="label">[13]</a> + Orang-outang, a species of monkey.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_14_13" href="#FNanchor_14_13" class="label">[14]</a> + I believe it to be a species of <i>Crinum</i>.</p></div> +</div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[287]</span></p> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXX">CHAPTER <abbr title="Thirty">XXX</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">On</span> our return to Kuching, Bertram and I were +anxious to pay a flying visit to a place called +Paku, where one of the Rajah’s magistrates +resides. The people in the neighbourhood are mostly +Chinese, and near by are antimony and quicksilver +mines worked by the Borneo Company Limited.</p> + +<p>We left Kuching in one of the Government +launches about eleven o’clock in the morning, and +after a few hours’ steaming came to a Chinese +settlement, called Sigobang, where the land on the +banks becomes a broad alluvial plain and where +Chinese settlers grow plantations of sugar, that +beautiful cane with its emerald green leaves and +golden stems. Fresh sugar-cane is a pleasant thing +to munch at in a desultory way. You cut through a +piece of the stem, slice it into tubes, peel off its thick +rind, and when it looks like a stick of white wood +you bite into it, suck its juice, and dispose of its +filaments in the most convenient way. The paths +in the vicinity of towns or villages are always +strewn with the vestiges of sugar-cane eaters, who +suck in the juice and spit out the filaments as they +go. As we steamed up river we saw pepper vines, +yams, pineapples, etc., also growing near the banks, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[288]</span> +and Chinamen clad in short cotton drawers, holding +umbrellas over their heads, and using their other +hand as they worked in their gardens. Yellow +dogs, about the size of fox terriers, rushed out +from Chinese houses and yelped at us from doorways; +these were evidently Dyak dogs, who are never +known to bark. Bamboo wheels stood under open +sheds—​primitive machines for extracting the sugar +juice from the cane. These Chinese houses appeared +more substantial than were those of the poorer +Malays. They were built level with the ground, +and their wooden doors were ornamented with scarlet +bands of paper over which were large black Chinese +characters. Ducks and geese were swimming about +in the river near these settlements.</p> + +<p>These small villages being left behind us, the +forests once more encroached on the land. The +river now became narrower, and rocky banks replaced +the mud. The banks were covered with ferns +and bamboo grass, the latter weed looking like green +lace and shaking at the slightest current of air. Black +butterflies fluttered over the grass, and an alligator +bird, or bul-bul, was singing on the banks in the sunshine. +Clumps of bamboos grew here and there, and +great trees hung over the water, clinging to the banks, +their branches entangled with parasites and stag’s-horn +ferns, whilst the reflection of lagerstremias covered +with purple spiked flowers, stained the running water.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2881"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2881.jpg" + alt="Encampment"> + <p class="caption">AN ENCAMPMENT UP THE BATANG LUPAR RIVER<br> + <span class="allsmcap">THE TUAN MUDA, MR. BAILEY AND THE AUTHOR WITH MALAY AND DYAK CHIEFS</span></p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>We reached Busu, the landing-place for Paku, at +six in the evening. At this point the stream is + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[289]</span> +about twenty yards wide. Malay houses, devoid +of orchards or gardens, stood on poles amongst +the weeds on the banks. On platforms of crazy +planks, where Malays husk their paddy, jutting out +from these houses, dilapidated coxcombs planted +in old kerosene tins struggled to live in their +uncongenial surroundings. A path made of single +bamboos, dovetailing into each other, led from the +cottages to the river. A man on the bank, shouldering +a bamboo, came out of one of these houses to +fetch water from the river. He was met with a +storm of scornful remarks from our crew, as Malay +men are supposed to leave water-carrying to the +women of their household. A little farther on was +the Borneo Company Ltd.’s wharf, whence the antimony +and quicksilver is shipped to Kuching and thence +to Singapore and Europe. A tramway starts from the +landing-place, leading to the mines some miles inland.</p> + +<p>We found Mr. Awdry, one of the Rajah’s officers +and a great friend of ours, awaiting us at the +Wharf. We then got into a horse-truck kindly +put at our disposal by the Manager of the Mines, +furnished with mattresses and pillows, and comfortably +travelled over the four miles separating us from the +bungalow. Mrs. Awdry met us at the bottom of +the hill leading to her house. As we clambered +down from the truck, which was pretty high, a concourse +of Chinamen, who had come to meet us, started +beating their gongs, blowing into instruments sounding +like bagpipes, and waving banners, whilst others +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[290]</span> +set fire to piles of crackers, hanging from iron tripods, +all along the road. The hill was steep and, as we +headed the procession, the orchestra and banner-bearers, +in the exuberance of their welcome, followed +closely at our heels, so that we were pushed forward +by our noisy welcomers, until I found myself racing +up the incline like a panting hare, with a crowd of +pursuers immediately behind me. The din was +fearful, but the people meant well, and, although short +of breath from my exertions, I managed to thank them +for their kind reception as soon as I reached the top.</p> + +<p>From the verandah of the house a great stretch +of country could be seen. There were curious-shaped +hills of limestone sticking up singly here and there, +although, viewed from Kuching, they appear like a +chain of mountains. One of them, called Sebigi, +stood out from the plain like a great green thumb. +Although forest fires are unusual in Sarawak, for +droughts are rare, the whole of one of these hills, +called Jambusan, was a mass of burnt trees with +the limestone showing through the charred stumps. +No one knew how the fire had occurred, but it +was conjectured that the rubbing together of the +bamboos in the wind during the dry weather had +caused them to ignite. With the exception of +this charred hillock, the house we were in seemed +to be the centre of a sea of green waves. Along +the valleys were small Chinese gardens, these people, +as is well known, being excellent agriculturists. +Here were pumpkins, water melons, scarlet runners, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[291]</span> +sweet potatoes, maize, and a kind of native spinach +growing magnificently. There were small ponds on +which floated those beautiful pink and white lotuses, +the Chinese cultivating the flowers as food for their +pigs. A hot spring bubbled up somewhere in the +flat ground near by, its temperature being about +100° Fahrenheit. The Chinese and Dyaks of the +district bathed in its waters as a cure for rheumatism. +English cattle were grazing here and there, and the +place looked prosperous and peaceful.</p> + +<p>The day after our arrival at Paku an individual +named Pa Baniak (meaning Father of plenty) +came to see me, accompanied by two members of +his tribe. He was a Land Dyak and his village +was situated on the steep slope of limestone +mountains in the neighbourhood. He was short +and stout, and a few white bristles sprouted over +his chin. He wore Chinese drawers, a dirty white +cotton jacket, and a dark blue handkerchief was +twisted round his head. He had wooden discs +screwed into the rims of his ears, which, he said, +were necessary to his comfort for two reasons: firstly, +they made his hearing more acute, and secondly, they +pleased the crocodiles. He told us that although he +and his tribe were constantly fishing in the main +river, he felt sure that none of these monsters would +attempt to eat any of them. In response to my +inquiry, he related the following story—​not, however, +before he had risen, coughed, spat out of the verandah, +taken hold of the tips of my fingers, passed the back +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[292]</span> +of his hand across his nostrils, and then returned to +his place on the floor:—</p> + +<p>“Malays are not good people,” he said, “and +before the first white Rajah came to our country, +they did many wicked things. In the time of long +ago, a Malay caught a crocodile; this was treacherous +of him, because he tied a dog to a wooden hook +attached to a long piece of rattan which he made +fast to a tree, leaving its loose end floating on the +river. The dog howled and attracted a hungry +crocodile, who swam joyfully to the spot, and, in +spite of the warnings of his friend, the alligator +bird, he snapped at the bait. He swallowed the +dog and hook at one gulp, when the hook fixed +itself in his throat, as the Malay had intended, and +the beast could neither swallow the hook nor spit it +up, and therefore his jaw was prised open. The +Malay, seeing the loose end of the rattan floating +down the river, paddled after it, but the beast +was too quick for him, and got away from the +country near the sea to the country of the Land +Dyaks, more inland. A member of Pa Baniak’s +tribe, passing by in a canoe, noticed the crocodile’s +open jaw and felt sorry for him. The crocodile +begged the man to put his arm down his throat +and wrench the hook away. Thinking it might +be dangerous, the Dyak did not much like the +task, and inquired what the crocodile would do +for him in return. ‘I promise never to attack or +eat any member of your tribe,’ said the crocodile. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">[293]</span> +The man thought this a fair offer, and the compact +was made, after which the man removed the hook. +The operation over, the crocodile thanked his +deliverer, and told him to warn all his people to +thrust wooden discs in the cartilage of their ears, so +that crocodiles should not mistake them for members +of some other tribe.”</p> + +<p>To prove the truth of this tale, Pa Baniak +informed me that, only a few days before our +arrival at Paku, a young man of his tribe had +been seized by a crocodile as he was taking fruit +from his orchard down the river to the Kuching +market. With a switch of its tail the animal sent +the canoe up in the air, and as its occupant, paddle +in hand, was falling into its formidable jaws, the +beast noticed the wooden discs, and finding that the +man’s flesh did not taste nice, he threw him on shore +and went away snorting with disgust. Bertram and +I made ejaculations of approval at the end of this +tale, and Pa Baniak was mightily pleased at the +effect he had produced.</p> + +<p>Although four or five miles away, the trees on +the top of Singghi mountain stood out distinctly that +afternoon in the lurid light of an approaching thunderstorm. +His thumbs pointing in the direction of the +mountain, Pa Baniak said, “Antus live up there, and +my tribe has made wooden images of men and women +to keep them amused. If ever the trees on the top +of Singghi are cut down, leaving the antus without +either playground or shelter, they would roam amongst +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[294]</span> +the trees in the plain and tease the people living +there.” We listened to Pa Baniak’s talk for some +little time, and he told us many things, as for +instance, about the terrible consequences of men +eating the flesh of deer, which made them cowards; +of the importance of being burned instead of buried +in the earth, in order that one’s relations could +tell by the direction of the smoke whether or no +the dead had started for Paradise. But at length +we became tired and allowed him to depart. He +rose slowly, grunted, scratched himself under his +armpits, took a little brass bell off the sirih basket +hanging at his waist, and gave it to me. “It will +preserve you from lightning, snake bites, and antus,” +he said. Then, followed by his attendants, he made +his way downstairs. Thunder was growling in the +distance, and drops of rain were falling as the trio +went out of the house, each opening Chinese umbrellas +to keep the rain off their naked bodies, for most +Sarawak natives imagine that rain falling on their skin +brings on malaria. We watched them as they went +along the plain in single file; then the rain came down +in torrents, blotting them out from view.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[295]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXXI">CHAPTER <abbr title="Thirty-one">XXXI</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">One</span> morning Bertram and I, accompanied by +Mr. Frank Maxwell, Mr. Awdry, and Dr. +Langmore, started from Kuching in a steam +launch on an expedition to Munggo Babi, a Land +Dyak settlement. Up the Sadong River we passed +Malay villages with palm-leaf houses erected on +poles and standing in the mud. A few ragged flags +of red, white, blue, and yellow, on long thin sticks, +fluttered along the banks near Chinese houses, where +women and children set fire to bunches of crackers, +for they had somehow got wind of our journey. On +the banks grew great, sweet-smelling, white lilies, +called by the natives “bungga bakong,” but by +European scientists <i lang="la">Crinum Northianum</i>, because +they were first made known to European botanists +by Miss North’s pictures. They looked like crowns +of great white stars resting on green and glossy +lance-like leaves.</p> + +<p>We slept in a Malay house at a village called +Gading. The house was made of palm leaves, and +the poles supporting it stood on the mud: the +whole construction was lashed together by rattans, +as no nail or peg is ever used by the poorer Malays +in building such humble dwellings. Clean mats +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[296]</span> +were laid upon the floor, and I noticed that one +portion of the roof was used as a storeroom, whilst +scattered about the floor were large water-jars and +cooking-pans. At night, as I lay on a mattress stretched +on the floor, I heard the incoming tide gurgling, as it +were, under my pillow. Frogs, insects, nightbirds, +and all sorts of creatures, grotesque or beautiful, +hooted, whistled, and coughed, sounding like the +shrill and rough jabbering of drunken men; and +there were hummings, moanings, murmurings—​the +cogitations, so to speak, of spirits of the darkness +and evil, all heard as distinctly by me as if I were +resting outside in the mud right amongst them. I +thought of crocodiles moving through the slime, until +I felt terrified, and almost welcomed the homely +sensation of being bitten by a flea. Then morning +dawned, the sun came out, and with its joyous advent +I felt that sense of security we none of us can account +for at the dawn of day.</p> + +<p>But to return to our journey. We embarked on +the launch early. The river soon narrowed, and +the banks were full of that beautiful shrub with its +enormous deeply-indented leaves, pale yellow flowers +as large as soup-plates, its clustered, bullet-shaped, +carmine-coloured buds, and its open pods revealing +seeds of a ravishing coral colour. I am not quite +certain, but I think the plant must be a species of +Wormia. Then there were screw pines growing +near the mud, from which strong fibre can be obtained, +their beautiful red fruits nestling in their +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[297]</span> +roots, reminding one of gigantic strawberries. I saw +dark green small-leaved shrubs starred over with +waxy sweet-smelling blossoms, rather like stephanotis, +and mauve, yellow, and pink convolvuli throttled +great trees in the entanglement of their embrace. +A large grey bird flew from out the lilies, alighted +on a piece of driftwood, and was borne down the +stream. We passed a place called Tana Mera (red +earth) where at a little distance from the bank is the +grave of an exceedingly righteous Malay gentleman +whom the people called Datu Sumbang Kring. He +lived many years ago, but the influence of his holy +life still endures, and the people in the neighbourhood +are never tired of relating how he taught every one +to be kind and good, and how he spread abroad the +precepts of that holy book, the Koran. I could not +make out how long ago this righteous life was lived, +but, according to the people, it was many years before +the first Rajah Brooke came to Sarawak.</p> + +<p>After passing Tana Mera, snags stuck up in all +directions in the bed of the river. Some Land Dyaks +from Munggo Babi came to meet us, bringing with +them canoes in which we were to accomplish the +last stages of our journey. I noticed how different +these Land Dyaks were to Kayans, Malays, or Sea +Dyaks. They were tall and slender with well-shaped +noses, arched eyebrows, more pronounced chins, and +their faces were oval and longer than were the faces +of the other inhabitants of Sarawak. Their colour, +however, was the same, but instead of the bright, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[298]</span> +laughing, bustling habits of the other people, they +wore an expression of profound melancholy.</p> + +<p>A Malay Haji had come with them to meet us +and to direct proceedings. Our canoes had to be +pushed through labyrinths of snags and other impediments +barring our progress. At one part of the +journey the men in our canoe had to cut down +a snag before we could proceed further. When +this was accomplished, they began to yell at their +success, but the Haji remonstrated with them, and +pointing to a tall Tapang tree towering over the +jungle near the banks told them that the swarm +of bees clinging to its branches would be angry +at the noise, so that if the crew did not stop +yelling, he feared the insects might attack us. +He added, however, that the day being showery, +we did not run the same risks as though the day +were fine.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a id="i_2981"></a> + <br> + <img src="images/i_2981.jpg" + alt="Bachelor House"> + <p class="caption"><a id="chg2"></a>BACHELOR HOUSE AT MUNGGO BABI<br> +<span class="allsmcap">TUAN MUDA’S RESIDENCE DURING OUR VISIT</span></p> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<p>Tapang trees rise to a height of over one hundred +feet without a branch. Their trunks are smooth and +round, and swarms of bees often hang in their +branches. Dyaks climb them at night to obtain +the wax. The ascent is made by means of bamboo +pegs driven into the trunk above the climber’s +head, so that the ascent is slow, and takes several +hours to accomplish. The bees are scared from +their nests with a lighted torch, after which the wax +is taken with impunity. The wax is sold at Kuching +and forms one of the exports of the country. A +great hindrance to the Dyaks who go in search of + + +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[299]</span> +this commodity is the little honey bear that roams +about the forests of Sarawak, for it is very fond +of stealing and eating the honey from these hives. +Two or three specimens of this animal are to be +seen in the London Zoological Gardens.</p> + +<p>Munggo Babi lies at the foot of a mountain two +thousand feet high. In order to reach the village +we had to leave our canoes at the landing-place and +proceed up a path for three miles or so. We found a +crowd of young Dyaks drawn up on the banks to +meet us, the elders having arranged to receive us +at the entrance of their village. These young men +wore waist-cloths of bright colours. The women and +girls were dressed in short petticoats with rows of +silver dollars and silver chains for waistbelts, and +round their necks were rows of black, yellow, and +red beads. These women do not know how to weave +their petticoat stuffs, as do the Sea Dyak women, +but buy them from wandering Chinese traders, or +obtain them on their visits to the capital. Most of +the young girls wore wire rings round the upper part +of their arms and also round their legs. These rings +all being, apparently, of the same size, impede the +circulation and sometimes cause acute suffering, owing +to the way the wire sinks into the growing limb. Four +Dyaks carried me in a cane chair slung on poles nearly +all the way, excepting where the path grew steep, or the +way became difficult, when I preferred to trust to my +own feet. I might have been a thing of feathers so +easily did my four carriers skip along, although my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[300]</span> +weight was a respectable one. The road led through +glades carpeted with various kinds of ferns, some +having a bright blue bloom on them as they grew in +the shade. We passed three or four round houses +neatly thatched with pointed roofs, standing on high +ironwood posts round which were placed circular slabs +of wood, very large in diameter, as a protection against +the rats, these being the barns in which the paddy of the +tribe was stored. These granaries were surrounded +by groves of bread-fruit, lancat, durians, mangosteens, +mangoes, and various other fruit trees. We crossed +a stream by walking over large sandstone boulders +scattered in its bed, round which the water rushed +and foamed.</p> + +<p>The elders met us at this spot. One of them +was dressed in an old military coat, which had +belonged to the South Lancashire regiment. His +legs and thighs were bare, and a large piece of turkey +twill was twisted round his waist and fell in folds +front and back. He held a long slender twig from +which floated a diminutive Sarawak flag looking like +the petals of a drooping flower. His black beard was +well tended and he seemed very proud of it. His +hair, long enough to reach below his waist, was tucked +up in a chignon under a fillet made of calico bound +round his forehead like a crown. The other old men +wore long flowing robes of brightly coloured red or +blue chintz, patterned over with flowers and birds. +One of them wore a large turban, although he was +not a Malay; another wore a red-and-yellow head-handkerchief, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[301]</span> +and two very old, almost toothless, +men wore jaunty smoking-caps stuck at the side of +their bald heads. These old men stood in a row +behind the leader in the military jacket, each holding +long thin sticks with a flag at the end, which they +agitated gently when we appeared. The oldest chief +took hold of my hand and led me over a series +of notched poles and narrow trunks of trees, and +across a deep muddy ditch leading to the village. +The village lay in a green basin, scooped out of +the side of a hill. Down a ravine on one side of +the village, a little torrent, fed by daily rain, made +a refreshing and gurgling sound day and night. +Bamboo shoots led up the mountain-side to the +uppermost houses on the hill, whence the people +obtained water for household purposes, and where +they also bathed many times a day.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at the houses prepared for us, +we climbed up slippery poles with no rails to steady +our ascent and where the notches were extremely +insignificant. These poles were some twenty feet +high, leading to verandahs of planks. My residence +turned out to be the head-house of the village and the +building of ceremony. It consisted of one large, +round room, in which I had to bathe, dress, eat, and +sleep, whilst one part was portioned off for our +Chinese cook to prepare our food. Another house +was prepared for the men of our party; this house +was called the “Bachelor House” because none but +men were supposed to use it. But to return to my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">[302]</span> +quarters. Seen from outside, the house looked like a +large pigeon-cot, propped on high poles, and lashed +together with the fibre of the Gemuti palm.<a id="FNanchor_15_14" href="#Footnote_15_14" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> It +rocked and creaked at the slightest provocation like +a ship in a heavy sea. The walls were made of +planks, and small apertures served for windows. +Screens of dried palm leaves were placed in different +parts of the room; one of these recesses was my bedroom +and another my bathroom, where a large tub +of water always stood ready for my use. The place +screened off for my reception-room had a wooden +divan of thin planks all round it, finished off with a +wooden valance. Our hosts had spared no trouble +to make the place habitable, and had even stretched +gold brocade across the top of the room, thus forming +an improvised ceiling, whilst the posts were wreathed +round with smilax and the fronds of betel-nut palms. +Just over my bed hung the trophies of the tribe. +These were nothing more or less than a large bundle +of dried skulls. The Dyaks imagined that the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">[303]</span> +brocade had hidden these trophies from my searching +gaze, but I am sorry to say I could see through an +aperture some of the skulls which the tribe had +taken in their battles of long ago, when they rose up +against the tyranny of the Brunei princes, or on the +occasion of the Chinese insurrection, which took place +in the late Rajah Brooke’s reign, when a good many +Chinese heads were captured. I noticed that one of +the round objects was larger than the rest, and I asked +questions about it. “Oh,” said the chief contemptuously, +“that one is only the head of a Chinaman, for +they always have larger heads than we people of the +country!”</p> + +<p>At the commencement of our stay one or two +little hitches were experienced, but these were soon +put right. Our Chinese cook gave himself airs, and +informed Mr. Awdry that he could not possibly cook +decent food in such a wilderness of discomfort. +After a good deal of talk between our kind hosts and +the cook, a small outhouse was rigged up for him +and his saucepans.</p> + +<p>From the window of my head-house I could see +all the way down the village. I noticed the houses +were built in blocks, placed here and there, some ten +or twelve in a row, in the inequalities of the soil by +the side of the stream. The houses were, of course, +propped up by poles of different heights, and there +were platforms made of split bamboos lashed together +by rattans running down the fronts of these houses, +behind which were covered verandahs. I was told that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[304]</span> +there was a fireplace in each house, with shelves +above it, where water, oil, salt fish, jars, potted +durians, etc., were stored. A raised platform was +invariably erected at the end of each room, used as a +place to sit on when receiving one’s friends, also as +a sleeping-place when strangers came to the village. +The women looked picturesque with their white shell +armlets, brass rings, and silver girdles shining against +the dark background of the houses. I noticed that +most of them parted their hair, and that the children’s +heads were not shaved. At sunset in the wooden +verandahs the girls of the village prepared food for +their pigs, made of paddy husks mixed with water. +A special brew was poured into smaller basins and kept +for little pigs, which the girls caught from under the +houses and threw here and there on to the verandahs. +The girls then pushed the little pigs’ snouts into the +food, whilst with long poles they beat off the cocks and +hens anxious to join in the feast. In the evening the +elders of the tribe rested under the shade of a banyan +tree conversing with one another, whilst pigs grunted +under the houses, cocks and hens strutted about the +roofs, and dogs ran in and out of doorways—​a tiny +speck of human and animal life surrounded by gigantic +backgrounds of mysterious and unexplored forests +and mountains.</p> + +<p>These Land Dyaks are very hospitable, and, +barring the time of my afternoon siestas or when I +retired for the night, my room in the head-house +was filled at all times of the day with the élite +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[305]</span> +of the Dyak tribe. Whenever the elders were +seated on the wooden divan in front of me, I was +struck anew with the unlikeness of these people to +the rest of our Sarawak tribes. I could not help +thinking they resembled the Cingalese, for they had +the same dreamy, soft, and effeminate look.</p> + +<p>The chief of the tribe, Mito, was anxious that I +should bless his house during my visit, so he gave a +feast, to which he invited all the inhabitants of Munggo +Babi, as well as those of a neighbouring village. The +women came to fetch me from my airy abode, helping +me down the notched logs with the greatest care. +Their movements were greatly restricted by the +tightness of the wire rings round their legs, which +prevented them from bending their knees comfortably. +As we entered the house, I saw the bones of pigs’ +jaws hanging in festoons over the doors leading into +the inner room as trophies of the chase. The long +gallery was decorated with yellow and red cloths, and +all the people of the village were squatting in rows +down each side. A seat covered with yellow cloth was +prepared for me, and the rest of our English party +were given raised chairs to sit on. Just in front of +me, on the floor, were round brass dishes filled with +uncooked rice, and two eggs were laid on the top +of each dish. Between the dishes, about twenty in +number, were bamboos filled with cooked rice, tasting +something like the rice puddings of our childhood. +The chief came to me with a small basin, filled with +water, into which he asked me to place one of my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[306]</span> +gold rings, so that its goodness might enter into the +water; he then gave me a bead necklace to dip into the +basin, after which I had to go up and down the whole +length of the gallery, holding the necklace on high, +and say, “I wish this house cold and plenty. I wish +that the paddy may be fruitful; that the wives of this +village may have many sons; that sickness may +never enter it, and that its people may live in peace and +prosperity.” A basin of yellow rice was then handed +to me, when I had to go through the same ceremony +and repeat the same blessing. The contents of the +brass dishes were then emptied into baskets and given +to me, together with a large box of eggs, which had +been left in front of my seat during the proceedings. +The party now began in earnest. We ate the rice out +of the bamboos, partook of the many cakes and +fruits provided for us, and drank tumblers of cocoa-nut +milk.</p> + +<p>Then came the dances, the gongs and instruments +being hung in readiness against the wall. The musicians, +their arms over the top of the wooden frames, held +the gongs, and drummed at them with their fingers +with a will. Two women, with their arms completely +hidden under masses of brass rings and white shell +armlets, crept forward and touched the tips of my +fingers. Then drooping their heads and extending +their arms they began to move about slowly. They +put their feet close together and shuffled and slid from +one side of the room to the other, keeping time to the +gongs whilst the little bells tied to their ankles tinkled. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[307]</span> +We were told that this was called the Hornbill’s +dance. The women were very small, slim, and well-made, +with pretty expressive eyes, and rather thinner +lips than those of the other women of Sarawak, +but theirs were so stained with betel-nut juice that +in the dim light their mouths looked like large red +wounds across their faces.</p> + +<p>After the women had danced, two men wound in +and out of the people squatting on the floor, and +stood before us. Under the folds of their sarongs +they wore a circle of plaited rattans, making them +stand out like crinolines. Their long hair was twisted +up Cingalese fashion, and stood out from the handkerchiefs +wound round their heads. They commenced +the performance by flapping their arms and gliding +about without lifting their feet from the floor. They +then advanced and nearly touched one another, when +they swiftly retreated, wheeled round one another, +their arms describing circles in the air. The sarongs +over their crinolines billowed and swayed with their +every movement, and the dance gave one the impression +of sweeping lines and of space. It was supposed +to represent the flight of great hawks through the +air, and I thought it beautiful. The dancers were +handsome men, with sleek and gentle faces, and very +arched eyebrows. All their movements were much +more languid than those of the Sea Dyaks.</p> + +<p>When the dances were over we sat talking to the +people, and I asked a chief what he thought of our +language. He said that English people talking was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[308]</span> +like the song of birds, but the Chinese language +was like the hooting of antus. He then told us +of a superstition about bamboos. When people die, +he said, their flesh goes into the bamboo and their +souls enter the bodies of unborn children, when they +are born again into the world.</p> + +<p>The next morning we were all ready to start on +our way back at 7.30, but the people who were to +carry our luggage down to the landing-place wanted +a good deal of rousing after their dissipation of the +night before. However, after severe reprimands +from their chief and from the village authorities, +they came to assist us with our luggage. An +enormous crowd was required for the purpose, one +man taking a saucepan, another two plates, a third +two bottles of beer, a fourth a handbag, which he +carried with both hands, until our luggage was +divided among one hundred people or so, walking in +Indian file, and forming a procession about half a +mile long. A chair had been provided for me, +but as the road was slippery (it had been raining +the night before) I preferred walking the whole way +back to the landing-place.</p> + +<p>Before reaching the place where our canoes +were awaiting us, one of the chiefs, who had +been an entertaining talker and had told us about +the bamboo superstition, suddenly darted into the +forest on the edge of the path, whence he reappeared +with a branch of bamboo he had cut with his +parang. He showed me the red sap within the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[309]</span> +cane. “See there,” he said; “this is the burying-place +of some human being.”</p> + +<p>I said good-bye to the chiefs and all the carriers, +after which we got into the boat. I carried the bit +of bamboo home, and still preserve it amongst my +treasures from Sarawak.</p> + +<p>We reached Kuching after twenty-four hours’ +journey, and two days after we embarked on the +<i>Rajah Brooke</i> for England.</p> + +<p>It was a sad day for Bertram and I when we said +good-bye to our Malay friends at Kuching. Datu +Isa and all her family, accompanied by nearly all the +Malay women of the town, came to the Astana to say +good-bye. As I stood watching them from the deck of +the steamer, congregated as they were near our landing-place, +I felt a tightening at my heart, and wondered +how many years would elapse before I should see +them again. Bertram was really as much touched +as I was at leaving them. The <i>Rajah Brooke</i> moved +away, and slowly rounded the reach which hid the +dear people from sight. Many years have gone by +since that day, and yet I may say with truth that +absence from my people has only increased my love +and affection for them, and should my hopes be +realized of one day returning to Sarawak, I am sure +of finding there the very kindest welcome from the +best friends I have in the world.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_15_14" href="#FNanchor_15_14" class="label">[15]</a> This Borassus Gemuti palm plays a great part in the rural economy +of the people in Sarawak. It flourishes in the high upland of the +interior, and is very rough and wild-looking. It has a sap obtained +from the petals of its flowers, used as sugar by the natives, +and out of the liquid, which quickly ferments, is made an +intoxicating beverage. Between the trunk and the fronds is a horsehair-like +substance, used for cordage in shipping throughout the +Malayan Archipelago. Tinder can be obtained from a fine cotton-like +substance which the plant also yields. Its strong, stiff spines are made +into pens, used by the people who write on paper; and a great many of +the primitive tribes of the interior make their arrows from these prickly +points. I believe that the pith of the trunk furnishes a kind of sago. +The seeds are enveloped by a poisonous juice to which the Dutch people +give the name of “hell water.”</p></div></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[310]</span> +<h3 id="CHAPTER_XXXII">CHAPTER <abbr title="Thirty-two">XXXII</abbr></h3> +</div> + +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Before</span> closing these notes, it might be as +well to give an idea of the position Sarawak +occupies with regard to its external relations.</p> + +<p>In 1888 a treaty placing Sarawak under British +protection, whilst the internal affairs of the country +remained immune from British intervention, was +drawn up between the British Government and the +Rajah. Some years later I had the honour of being +received at Windsor by Queen Victoria, and of being +presented to Her Majesty as Ranee of Sarawak. +The Queen received me in one of the small apartments +at Windsor Castle. At first, I naturally felt nervous, +but when the Queen inquired kindly about our +Sarawak people my feeling of shyness vanished, and +I could think of nothing but the Queen’s gracious +words, and notice that beautiful smile of hers that +seemed to illuminate every corner of the room. The +Rajah was, at the time, absent in Sarawak, and this +prevented his being included in Her Majesty’s +invitation to Windsor. However, knowing how +much the Rajah would appreciate Her Majesty’s +interest in Sarawak, which after all was a compliment +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[311]</span> +to himself, I telegraphed the news out to our +country, where all concerned were much gratified at +such a token of the Queen’s sympathy.</p> + +<p>When King Edward came to the throne, the +affairs of Sarawak and status of its ruler apparently +interested him. His Majesty, aware of the manner +Sarawak was governed, and after having made inquiries +as to the prosperity and well-being of its +inhabitants, decreed that the Rajahs of Sarawak +should be given precedence at the English Court +immediately after that of the ruling Princes of India. +But even then difficulties arose regarding the position +of the Rajah’s sons. Our eldest son, although heir-apparent, +and our younger sons who are heirs-presumptive, +were not allowed to be presented at Court +under their Sarawak titles. Our present King, however, +a little while ago saw fit to confirm our eldest +son’s title of Rajah Muda in England, but his +brothers, who have also a certain right in the +succession, have not been allowed the same privilege +at the English Court. We all know that in +hereditary properties the younger sons of the actual +possessor are recognized as having a legal interest +in the possible succession of their father. When +one realizes that we are dealing with an hereditary +State, the question at stake becomes a doubly +important one.</p> + +<p>We have had recent and ample opportunities to +judge of the dangers which half-civilized nations run +at the hands of exploiting commercialism. That +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[312]</span> +Sarawak should hitherto have escaped such dangers +is infinitely to the honour of the Borneo Company +Ltd., who have never sought to enrich themselves +to the detriment of Sarawak people. Nor must we +forget that immunity from companies of a less +scrupulous character is due to the vigilance and +firmness of the Rajahs of Sarawak, determined as +they were that the people who placed themselves +under their rule should have the benefit of European +contact without any of its often terrible drawbacks. +We must therefore hope that the future Rajah and +his brothers will consolidate a regime which has so +admirably safeguarded the natives under their two +first White Rajahs. It is therefore consonant with +the wisdom of the present Sovereign that he should +have sought to strengthen the position of his +successor, whenever a change in the succession +occurs, by arranging for the assistance of a Consultative +Council who would sit in London, and consisting +of his two younger sons, of two highly distinguished +officials in the Sarawak service, and, if possible, of +an independent Englishman experienced in colonial +government and in matters dealing with primitive +people and their interests. The Rajah is fully aware +that whatever steps he may see fit to take for the +future safety of his people, the more publicly such +precautions are made known, the better it will be for +the success of his schemes. Public opinion is a +mighty lever when used to champion any honest +or righteous cause, and it is with the help of public +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[313]</span> +opinion that the Rajah may gain the necessary help +in order to realize the fulfilment of his dearest wish—​that +being to keep Sarawak for the benefit of its own +people, and, in so doing, from the devastating grasp +of money-grabbing syndicates.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[315]</span> +<h3 id="INDEX">INDEX</h3> +</div> + +<ul> +<li class="ifrst">Abang Aing, <a href="#Page_115">115-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Kasim, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Footnote_9_8">163 note</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Nipa, <a href="#Page_140">140</a></li> +<li class="isub2"> wife of, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><i>Aline</i>, H.H.S., <a href="#Page_179">179</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>, <a href="#Page_197">197</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index1"></a>Alligator bird (Bul-bul), <a href="#Page_241">241</a>, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index4"></a>Animal life—</li> +<li class="isub1"> alligator bird, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> bears, honey, <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> bees, honey, <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> buffaloes, <a href="#Page_88">88-9</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> bul-bul. <i>See</i> <a href="#index1">Alligator bird</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> centipedes, <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> chik-chak. <i>See</i> <a href="#index2">Lizards</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> cockroaches, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> crocodiles, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dogs, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> egrets, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> fire-flies, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> lizards, <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> mice, <a href="#Page_274">274</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> monkeys, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87-8</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> mosquitoes, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_117">117</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> owl, little, <a href="#Page_253">253</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> paddy birds. <i>See</i> <a href="#index3">Egrets</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> peahen, <a href="#Page_167">167-8</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> pheasants, Argus, <a href="#Page_200">200</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> ponies, wild, <a href="#Page_64">64-5</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> porcupines, <a href="#Page_256">256</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> rats, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_77">77-9</a>, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_117">117-8</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> rhinoceros, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> roebuck (Kijang), <a href="#Page_254">254</a> and <a href="#Footnote_12_11">note</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> sand-flies, <a href="#Page_109">109</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> scorpions, <a href="#Page_81">81-2</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> sea-serpent, <a href="#Page_209">209-12</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> shrimps, <a href="#Page_74">74</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> snakes, <a href="#Page_82">82</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Antimony, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_289">289</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Apai Minggat, <a href="#Page_39">39-41</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Apai Nipa, <a href="#Page_140">140-1</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> wife of, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Archipelago, Malayan, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Argus pheasants, <a href="#Page_200">200</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Astana, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Awdrey, Mr., <a href="#Page_289">289</a>, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Bailey, Mr., <a href="#Page_260">260</a>, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>, <a href="#Page_284">284-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bakar, Inchi, <a href="#Page_164">164-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bald-Headed Hawk, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bamboo burying cane, <a href="#Page_308">308</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bampfylde, Mr. C. A., <a href="#Page_xxv">xxv</a>, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215-8</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, + <a href="#Page_229">229-31</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>, + <a href="#Page_262">262</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Banting, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_60">60</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index14"></a>Baram River, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index15"></a>Batang Lupar River, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54-5</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, + <a href="#Page_123">123</a>, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>, <a href="#Page_262">262</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Batu Gading, <a href="#Page_139">139-40</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Kudi, <a href="#Page_190">190</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bauhinea, <a href="#Footnote_11_10">198 note</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Beads, <a href="#Page_258">258</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bears, honey, <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bees, swarm of, <a href="#Page_298">298</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Beeswax, <a href="#Page_255">255</a>, <a href="#Page_298">298</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Belaga, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Betel-nut, <a href="#Page_32">32</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bezoar, <a href="#Page_255">255-6</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index16"></a>Bintulu River, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> women, <a href="#Page_146">146</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Birds. <i>See under</i> <a href="#index4">Animal life</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Blessing house, <a href="#Page_305">305</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Blow-pipe, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Blunderbuss, <a href="#Page_114">114</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bodyguard, Rajah’s, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bore, the, <a href="#Page_119">119-20</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Borneo, <a href="#Page_xvii">xvii</a>, <a href="#Page_16">16</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Borneo Co. Ltd., <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_289">289</a>, + <a href="#Page_312">312</a></li> + +<li class="indx">British Consul appointed to Sarawak, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Crown, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Government, assistance by, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>;</li> +<li class="isub2"> scant recognition by, <a href="#Page_99">99</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> public, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></li> + +<li class="indx">British North Borneo Co., <a href="#Page_xvii">xvii</a> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[316]</span></li> + +<li class="indx">Brocades, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index30"></a>Brooke, Bertram (Tuan Muda), <a href="#Page_156">156-7</a>, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188-9</a>, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>, + <a href="#Page_215">215-6</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <a href="#Page_309">309</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Charles Johnson, Sir, <a href="#Page_xi">xi</a>, <a href="#Page_xxiii">xxiii</a>, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_9">9-11</a>, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_37">37-8</a>, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>, + <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49-51</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_57">57-8</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65-8</a>, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, + <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <a href="#Page_88">88-93</a>, <a href="#Page_97">97-9</a>, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106-7</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113-6</a>, + <a href="#Page_128">128-9</a>, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>, <a href="#Page_135">135-7</a>, <a href="#Page_140">140-5</a>, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>, + <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_310">310</a>, <a href="#Page_312">312-3</a></li> +<li class="isub1"><a id="index29"></a>Harry (Tuan Bungsu), <a href="#Page_184">184</a></li> +<li class="isub1">James, Sir, <a href="#Page_x">x-xi</a>, <a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a>, <a href="#Page_xvii">xvii-xxiii</a>, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <a href="#Page_97">97</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>, + <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li> +<li class="isub1"><a id="index13"></a>Vyner (Rajah Muda), <a href="#Page_99">99</a>, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <a href="#Page_283">283-6</a>, <a href="#Page_311">311</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Brunei, <a href="#Page_xvii">xvii</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sultan of, <a href="#Page_xviii">xviii-xix</a>, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>, <a href="#Page_170">170</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Buffaloes, <a href="#Page_88">88-9</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bukitans, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Bul-bul (Alligator bird), <a href="#Page_241">241</a>, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Busu, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Camphor, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Canals, <a href="#Page_16">16</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Cape Datu, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Capital punishment, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Casuarina trees, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#Page_192">192</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Cataracts, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>, <a href="#Page_245">245</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Chambers, Bishop, <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Characteristics—</li> +<li class="isub1"> cleanliness, <a href="#Page_18">18</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dignity, <a href="#Page_66">66</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> <a id="chg3"></a>friendliness, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> garrulity, <a href="#Page_282">282</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> humour, <a href="#Page_282">282</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> lending, love of, <a href="#Footnote_3_2">21 note</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> oratory, love of, <a href="#Page_113">113</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> politeness, <a href="#Page_188">188</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> reserve, <a href="#Page_183">183</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> swimming, love of, <a href="#Page_18">18</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> tact, <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Chik-chak (lizards), <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Chinese, <a href="#Page_15">15-6</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_164">164-5</a>, + <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> chemist, <a href="#Page_256">256-7</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> coffin, <a href="#Page_257">257</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> cook, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>, <a href="#Page_301">301</a>, <a href="#Page_303">303</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> gardens, <a href="#Page_290">290-1</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> houses, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> junks, <a href="#Page_63">63</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> plays, <a href="#Page_164">164-5</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> secret societies, <a href="#Page_107">107</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> superstitions, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <a href="#Page_180">180</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> temples, <a href="#Page_63">63</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Cholera, <a href="#Page_177">177-83</a>, <a href="#Page_284">284-6</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Churches—</li> +<li class="isub1"> Protestant, <a href="#Page_63">63</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Roman Catholic, <a href="#Page_63">63</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Clerodendrons, <a href="#Page_46">46</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Cobra, the, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Cockroaches, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li> + +<li class="indx">“Cocoa de mer,” <a href="#Page_174">174</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Consul, English, appointment of, to Sarawak, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Council of war, <a href="#Page_113">113</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Court of Justice, <a href="#Page_66">66-7</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Crespigny, Mr. Claude Champion de, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139-41</a>, <a href="#Page_143">143-5</a>, <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Crocodiles, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> legend concerning, <a href="#Page_292">292-3</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Crookshank, Mrs., <a href="#Page_92">92</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Crops, <a href="#Page_44">44-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Customs—</li> +<li class="isub1"> head-hunting, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, + <a href="#Page_155">155</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Milanoe, <a href="#Page_138">138</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> polygamy, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sir James Brooke’s respect for, <a href="#Page_xxiii">xxiii</a>, <a href="#Page_xxiv">xxiv</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> war-yell, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> wounds, treatment of, <a href="#Page_48">48</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Daiang Kho, <a href="#Page_183">183</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Kota, <a href="#Page_116">116</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sahada, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dalima, <a href="#Page_117">117-8</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dancing, at Kapit, <a href="#Page_224">224-8</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231-4</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Lundu, <a href="#Page_203">203-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Munggo Babi, <a href="#Page_306">306-7</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Dyak, <a href="#Page_69">69</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Kayan, <a href="#Page_148">148</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Datu Bandar, <a href="#Page_xx">xx-xxi</a>, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Bay, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Cape, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Hakim, <a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Imaum, <a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161-2</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Isa, <a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a>, <a href="#Page_23">23-5</a>, <a href="#Page_27">27-32</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#Page_91">91-2</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>, + <a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <a href="#Page_158">158-9</a>, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>, <a href="#Page_170">170-3</a>, <a href="#Page_180">180-1</a>, + <a href="#Page_309">309</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Mohammed, <a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a>, <a href="#Page_182">182-3</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Patinggi Ali, <a href="#Page_xx">xx</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Siti, <a href="#Page_23">23</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Datu Tumanggong, <a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[317]</span></li> + +<li class="indx">Death sentence, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Deshon, Mr. Harry, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <a href="#Page_284">284-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dictionary, Marsden’s, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <a href="#Page_25">25</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Doctor, English, <a href="#Page_72">72</a>, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>, <a href="#Page_178">178</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dogs, Chinese, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Douglas, Mr Bloomfield, <a href="#Page_198">198-9</a>, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>, <a href="#Page_206">206-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dragons, legend of, <a href="#Page_175">175</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dress, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26-30</a>, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <a href="#Page_202">202</a>, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, + <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Dyaks, <a href="#Page_vii">vii</a>, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, + <a href="#Page_154">154</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Land, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_297">297</a>, <a href="#Page_299">299</a>, <a href="#Page_304">304</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sea, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>, + <a href="#Page_138">138</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220-1</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> boy wrestlers, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> chiefs, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <a href="#Page_198">198</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> crew, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> customs, <a href="#Page_273">273</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dances, <a href="#Page_204">204-6</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231-4</a>, <a href="#Page_306">306-7</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dogs, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> feast, <a href="#Page_305">305-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> house, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265-6</a>, + <a href="#Page_303">303-4</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> humour, <a href="#Page_282">282</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> language, <a href="#Page_113">113</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> titles, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> village, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> war boat, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> women, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>, <a href="#Page_299">299</a>, + <a href="#Page_304">304</a>, <a href="#Page_306">306</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Edward, H.M. King, <a href="#Page_311">311</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index3"></a>Egrets, <a href="#Page_118">118</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Execution, mode of, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Exports (Rejang river), <a href="#Page_255">255-6</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Face of Day, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_245">245</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Feast, Munggo Babi, <a href="#Page_305">305</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Fire-flies, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Fishing shed, <a href="#Page_185">185</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Flags—</li> +<li class="isub1"> Rajah’s, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sarawak, <a href="#Page_85">85</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Flowers, native, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_166">166</a>, <a href="#Page_199">199-200</a>, + <a href="#Page_243">243-4</a>, <a href="#Page_288">288</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Fruits, native, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>, <a href="#Page_47">47-8</a>, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <a href="#Page_203">203</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_291">291</a>, + <a href="#Page_300">300</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Gading, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Garlic, <a href="#Page_212">212</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Gemuti palm, <a href="#Page_302">302</a> and <a href="#Footnote_15_14">note</a></li> + +<li class="indx">George, H.M. King, <a href="#Page_311">311-2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">God of Sickness, <a href="#Page_265">265</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Gould, Baring, <a href="#Page_xxv">xxv</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Grass, lalang, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Grave, Muhammadan, <a href="#Page_163">163-4</a>, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>, <a href="#Page_297">297</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Gutta-percha, <a href="#Page_243">243</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Hadji Ahmad, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <a href="#Page_190">190-1</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Haji Matahim, <a href="#Page_209">209-11</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hajis, <a href="#Page_65">65</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hamadryads, <a href="#Page_82">82</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hands, ceremony of touching, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><i>Heartsease</i>, H.H.S., <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <a href="#Page_42">42-3</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, + <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Malay crew, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hindoos, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>, <a href="#Page_189">189</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Honey bears, <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index5"></a>Hose, Dr. Charles, <a href="#Page_xxv">xxv</a>, <a href="#Page_145">145-6</a>, <a href="#Page_241">241</a>, <a href="#Page_258">258</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hose, Mrs., <a href="#Page_263">263</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Hovering Hawk, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239-40</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Ima, <a href="#Page_73">73</a>, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>, <a href="#Page_117">117-8</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, <a href="#Page_132">132-3</a>, + <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>, <a href="#Page_267">267</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Imaum, Datu, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161-2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Inchi Bakar, <a href="#Page_164">164-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Inchi Sawal, <a href="#Page_159">159-64</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Indiarubber, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Industries—</li> +<li class="isub1"> basket-making, <a href="#Page_237">237</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> coal-mining, <a href="#Page_88">88</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> embroidery, <a href="#Page_31">31-3</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> farming, <a href="#Page_45">45</a>, <a href="#Footnote_7_6">53 note</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> fishing, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_74">74</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> furniture-making, <a href="#Page_45">45</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> weaving, <a href="#Page_29">29</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_59">59</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Insects. <i>See under</i> <a href="#index4">Animal life</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Ireland, Mr. Alleyne, <a href="#Page_xii">xii</a>, <a href="#Page_xiv">xiv</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Isle of birds, <a href="#Page_259">259</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Jambusan, <a href="#Page_290">290</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Jarum, Rajah (founder of Sarawak), <a href="#Page_xx">xx</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Jury, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst"><a id="index17"></a>Kalaka river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kanowit, schools at, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kanowits, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kapit, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <a href="#Page_216">216-8</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kayans, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_123">123-8</a>, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139-47</a>, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, + <a href="#Page_215">215</a>, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dances, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kayans, dancing-man, <a href="#Page_148">148-9</a> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[318]</span></li> +<li class="isub1"> Queen, <a href="#Page_145">145</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Keluri, <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kemp, Mrs., <a href="#Page_92">92</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kenyars, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Keppel, Sir Henry, <a href="#Page_xxii">xxii</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kijang (roebuck), <a href="#Page_254">254</a> and <a href="#Footnote_12_11">note</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kirkpatrick, Mr., <a href="#Page_260">260-6</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Knotted string, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kong Kong, <a href="#Page_152">152</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Koran, the, <a href="#Page_161">161-2</a>, <a href="#Page_297">297</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kris, <a href="#Page_103">103-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kromang gong, <a href="#Page_203">203</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Kuching, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_62">62-4</a>, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Labuan, Island of, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lalang grass, <a href="#Page_46">46</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lang Endang, <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Langmore, Dr., <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>, <a href="#Page_201">201</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>, + <a href="#Page_253">253</a>, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index18"></a>Lawas River, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Legends, <a href="#Page_269">269</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Cat story, <a href="#Page_272">272-4</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Crocodile story, <a href="#Page_292">292-3</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Daughter of the Moon, <a href="#Page_193">193-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Daughter of the Sun, <a href="#Page_276">276-9</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Dragons and cocoa-nuts, <a href="#Page_175">175</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Flood, <a href="#Page_247">247-50</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Gift of Petara, <a href="#Page_279">279-81</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Half-Petrified Girl, <a href="#Page_269">269-72</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Pig Lady, <a href="#Page_250">250-3</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Pontianak Ghost, <a href="#Page_170">170-1</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Ungrateful Son, <a href="#Page_275">275-6</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lilies—</li> +<li class="isub1"> <i lang="la">Crinum Northianum</i>, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Paddy lily, <a href="#Page_281">281</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index19"></a>Limbang river, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index6"></a>Lingga, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> mountain, <a href="#Page_276">276</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lintong, <a href="#Page_35">35-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index2"></a>Lizards (chik-chak), <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lobok Antu Fort, <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Lotus flowers, <a href="#Page_291">291</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Low, Mr., <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <a href="#Page_50">50</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><i>Lucille</i>, steam launch, <a href="#Page_212">212</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index20"></a>Lundu, <a href="#Page_197">197-8</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dances, <a href="#Page_203">203-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> River, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">MacDougall, Bishop, <a href="#Page_100">100</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Madu, <a href="#Page_202">202</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Magistrates, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Malaria, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#Page_71">71-5</a>, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Malayan Archipelago, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Malays, <a href="#Page_vii">vii-ix</a>, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> chiefs, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> houses, <a href="#Page_289">289</a>, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> language, <a href="#Page_158">158-62</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> women, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26-7</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, + <a href="#Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_289">289</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Mangroves, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>, <a href="#Page_130">130</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Marsden’s Dictionary, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <a href="#Page_25">25</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index7"></a>Matang, mountain of, <a href="#Page_11">11-2</a>, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, <a href="#Page_166">166</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index21"></a>Matu river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Maxwell, Sir Benson, <a href="#Page_2">2</a>, <a href="#Page_260">260</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Mr. Frank, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113-6</a>, <a href="#Page_129">129</a>, <a href="#Page_260">260-2</a>, + <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> + +<li class="indx">MᶜDougall. <i>See</i> <a href="#index5">Hose, Dr. Charles</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Mecca, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_27">27</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Mice, <a href="#Page_274">274</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Milanoes, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_137">137-8</a>, (Bintulu) <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Military service, exemption from, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li> + +<li class="indx">“Mingo.” <i>See</i> <a href="#index31">Rosario,</a> F. Domingo de</li> + +<li class="indx">Missions, Protestant, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Roman Catholic, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li> +<li class="isub2"> schools, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Monkeys, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, (wah-wahs) <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87-8</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Monsoon, South-west, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> North-east, <a href="#Page_84">84</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Mosquitoes, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_74">74</a>, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_117">117</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index8"></a>Mountain of the Moon, <a href="#Page_256">256</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Mountains. <i>See under</i> respective titles, viz., <a href="#index6">Lingga</a>, <a href="#index7">Matang</a>, + <a href="#index8">Mountain of the Moon</a>, <a href="#index9">Poe</a>, <a href="#index10">Santubong</a>, <a href="#index11">Sebigi</a>, <a href="#index12">Singghi</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Muda Hassim, Rajah, <a href="#Page_170">170</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Muhammadans, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_90">90</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> graves of, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>, <a href="#Page_164">164</a>, <a href="#Page_259">259</a>, <a href="#Page_297">297</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Muka, fort, <a href="#Page_137">137-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index22"></a>Muka river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Munggo Babi, <a href="#Page_295">295</a>, <a href="#Page_299">299</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> bachelor house, <a href="#Page_301">301</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> chief of, <a href="#Page_305">305</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> dances at, <a href="#Page_306">306</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> granaries at, <a href="#Page_300">300</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> head-house, <a href="#Page_301">301-3</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Ngmah, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <a href="#Page_216">216</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Nipa palms, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>, <a href="#Page_197">197</a></li> + +<li class="indx">North, Miss Marianne, <a href="#Page_150">150-5</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Octopuses, <a href="#Page_187">187</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Officers, Rajah’s English, <a href="#Page_108">108</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Opium, <a href="#Page_257">257</a> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[319]</span></li> + +<li class="indx">Orang Kaya Stia, Rajah, <a href="#Page_198">198</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Ord, Sir Harry, <a href="#Page_2">2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Owl, little, <a href="#Page_253">253</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index23"></a>Oya river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Pa Baniak, <a href="#Page_291">291-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Paddy, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>, <a href="#Page_281">281</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Paddy birds (Egrets), <a href="#Page_118">118</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Paku, <a href="#Page_287">287-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Palmerston, Lord, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> + +<li class="indx">“Pamale,” <a href="#Page_140">140</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Panau, <a href="#Page_282">282-3</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pangiran Matali, <a href="#Page_115">115-6</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pau Jinggeh, <a href="#Page_175">175</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Peahen, <a href="#Page_167">167-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pelagus Rapid, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><i>Peniamuns</i>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Penus, <a href="#Page_234">234-7</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pepper vines, <a href="#Page_200">200</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pheasants, Argus, <a href="#Page_200">200</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Piano, effect of, on natives, <a href="#Page_69">69</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pigafetta, <a href="#Page_xvii">xvii</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pitcher plants, <a href="#Page_151">151-3</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pleiades, <a href="#Page_281">281</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index9"></a>Poe Mountain, <a href="#Page_197">197</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Police, <a href="#Page_107">107-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Pontianak ghost, <a href="#Page_170">170-1</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Porcupines, <a href="#Page_256">256</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Punans, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_214">214</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Quicksilver, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <a href="#Page_289">289</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Rainbow, superstition concerning, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><i>Rajah Brooke</i>, S.S., <a href="#Page_309">309</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rajah Muda (Vyner). <i>See under</i> <a href="#index13">Brooke, Vyner</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rajah’s Council, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>, <a href="#Page_185">185</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rajahs, The White, <a href="#Page_95">95-100</a>, <a href="#Page_312">312</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rapids, shooting, <a href="#Page_244">244-5</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rats, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_77">77-9</a>, <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_117">117-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rattans, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rawieng, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>, <a href="#Page_229">229-31</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Reciters, <a href="#Page_157">157-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index24"></a>Rejang, river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <a href="#Page_51">51-4</a>, + <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>, <a href="#Page_216">216-7</a>, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rengas, <a href="#Page_45">45</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rentap, <a href="#Page_55">55</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rhinoceros, <a href="#Page_256">256</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rice, <a href="#Page_92">92</a></li> + +<li class="indx">River plants, <a href="#Page_296">296</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Rivers. <i>See under</i> respective titles, viz., <a href="#index14">Baram</a>, <a href="#index15">Batang Lupar</a>, <a href="#index16">Bintulu</a>, <a href="#index17">Kalaka</a>, <a href="#index18">Lawas</a>, <a href="#index19">Limbang</a>, <a href="#index20">Lundu</a>, <a href="#index21">Matu</a>, <a href="#index22">Muka</a>, <a href="#index23">Oya</a>, <a href="#index24">Rejang</a>, <a href="#index25">Sadong</a>, <a href="#index26">Samaraham</a>, <a href="#index27">Sarawak</a>, <a href="#index28">Saribas</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Roads, scarcity of, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index31"></a>Rosario, F. Domingo de, <a href="#Page_215">215-6</a>, <a href="#Page_224">224-5</a>, <a href="#Page_228">228-9</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a>, <a href="#Page_236">236</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Russell, Lord John, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst"><a id="index25"></a>Sadong river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>, <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_295">295</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Safflower, <a href="#Page_276">276-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Saffron, <a href="#Page_92">92</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sago, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> factory, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> palms, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <a href="#Page_152">152</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Salaries, official, <a href="#Page_108">108</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Salleh, <a href="#Page_218">218-9</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <a href="#Page_234">234</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a>, <a href="#Page_244">244-7</a>, + <a href="#Page_253">253-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index26"></a>Samaraham river, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sand-flies, <a href="#Page_109">109</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index10"></a>Santubong, mountain, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>, <a href="#Page_197">197</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> legend of, <a href="#Page_193">193-6</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> stone figure, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> village, <a href="#Page_185">185</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sapphires, <a href="#Page_241">241</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sarawak—</li> +<li class="isub1"> apathy concerning, <a href="#Page_108">108</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> British protection extended to, <a href="#Page_310">310</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> extent of, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> flag of, <a href="#Page_85">85</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> founder of, <a href="#Page_xx">xx</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> heat of, <a href="#Page_110">110</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> police, <a href="#Page_107">107</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Rangers, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> recognition of, by England, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> situation of, <a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> tribes, <a href="#Page_16">16</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sarawak, bay of, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index27"></a>Sarawak river, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_109">109-10</a>, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index28"></a>Saribas river, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Schools, institution of, <a href="#Page_163">163-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Scorpions, <a href="#Page_81">81-2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Screw pines, <a href="#Page_296">296</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sea-serpent, <a href="#Page_209">209-12</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Seaweed bangle, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index11"></a>Sebigi, mountain, <a href="#Page_290">290</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sensitive plant, <a href="#Page_152">152</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sentries, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_168">168</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Seripa Madjena, <a href="#Page_30">30-2</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Serips, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>; +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[320]</span></li> + +<li class="isub1"> Bagus, <a href="#Page_129">129-130</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> Hussim, <a href="#Page_31">31</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sherip Masahor, <a href="#Page_47">47</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sibu, <a href="#Page_35">35-8</a>, <a href="#Page_42">42-5</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49-51</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_209">209</a>, <a href="#Page_255">255</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sibuyow, <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sigobang, <a href="#Page_287">287</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sikhs, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_50">50</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Simanggang, <a href="#Page_114">114-5</a>, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <a href="#Page_126">126-7</a>, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>, <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Singapore, <a href="#Page_2">2-3</a>, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <a href="#Page_88">88</a></li> + +<li class="indx"><a id="index12"></a>Singghi, mountain, <a href="#Page_293">293</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sirih, <a href="#Page_31">31-2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sirik, <a href="#Page_14">14</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Skelton, Mr. Harry, <a href="#Page_35">35-7</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40-1</a>, <a href="#Page_43">43-4</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49-52</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, + <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Snakes, <a href="#Page_82">82</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Societies, Chinese secret, <a href="#Page_107">107</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Song, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Spring, hot, <a href="#Page_291">291</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Subu (Umbrella Bearer and State Executioner), <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101-4</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sugar-cane, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>, <a href="#Page_287">287</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sunok, <a href="#Page_116">116-7</a>, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#Page_125">125</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Superstitions—</li> +<li class="isub1"> animals, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274-5</a>, <a href="#Page_294">294</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> babies, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> bamboos, <a href="#Page_308">308</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Bintulu, <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> black seaweed, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> children, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Chinese, <a href="#Page_177">177-80</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> cholera, cure of, <a href="#Page_183">183</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> cocoa-nuts, <a href="#Page_174">174-5</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> comparison with European, <a href="#Page_175">175-6</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> garlic, <a href="#Page_211">211-2</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> medicine, <a href="#Page_58">58</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> milk, <a href="#Footnote_4_3">24 note</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> paddy, <a href="#Page_281">281</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> “pamale,” <a href="#Page_140">140</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> <i>Peniamuns</i>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> rain, <a href="#Page_294">294</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> rainbows, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> red hair, <a href="#Page_202">202</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> thunderstorms, <a href="#Page_174">174</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> women, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Supreme Council, <a href="#Page_xxiv">xxiv</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Sword chair, <a href="#Page_178">178</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Syces, <a href="#Page_64">64-5</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Talip, <a href="#Page_19">19-24</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <a href="#Page_182">182-3</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tama Paran, <a href="#Page_123">123</a>, <a href="#Page_127">127</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tana Mera, <a href="#Page_297">297</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tanjong Datu, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Sirik, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tanjongs, <a href="#Page_214">214-8</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <a href="#Page_237">237</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> dance, <a href="#Page_226">226-8</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> girls, <a href="#Page_224">224-5</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> women, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Taxes, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Thunderstorms, <a href="#Page_174">174</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Titles, Sea Dyak, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tombs, Kayan, <a href="#Page_217">217</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Torrent of Blood, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Trial, murder, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Trusan river, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tuan Bungsu. <i>See under</i> <a href="#index29">Brooke, Harry</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Muda. <i>See under</i> <a href="#index30">Brooke, Bertram</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tuba root, <a href="#Page_48">48</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tubam, <a href="#Page_218">218-9</a>, <a href="#Page_221">221-2</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Tunku Ismael, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120-4</a>, <a href="#Page_126">126</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Umbrella, State, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> Chinese, <a href="#Page_294">294</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Ukits, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>;</li> +<li class="isub1"> woman, <a href="#Page_234">234-6</a>, <a href="#Page_274">274</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Victoria, H.M. Queen, <a href="#Page_97">97-9</a>, <a href="#Page_310">310-1</a></li> + + +<li class="ifrst">Wah-wahs, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_87">87-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">War-boats, <a href="#Page_56">56</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> yells, <a href="#Page_39">39-40</a>, <a href="#Page_128">128</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Water, abundance of, <a href="#Page_16">16-8</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Windt, Mr. Harry de, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Women, Dyak, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a>, <a href="#Page_299">299</a>, + <a href="#Page_304">304</a>, <a href="#Page_306">306</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> education of, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Malay, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26-7</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, + <a href="#Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_289">289</a></li> +<li class="isub1"> Tanjong, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li> + +<li class="indx">Wormia (river plants), <a href="#Page_296">296</a></li> +</ul> + + +<p class="p4 center"> +<i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">Morrison & Gibb Limited</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i> +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">Advertisements</h2> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1_ad">[1]</span> +</div> +<div class="box"> +<p class="center tall"> +A SELECTION OF BOOKS<br> +PUBLISHED BY METHUEN<br> +AND CO. LTD., LONDON<br> +36 ESSEX STREET<br> +W.C. +</p> + + +<p class="center small"> +CONTENTS +</p> + +<table> +<tr><td></td><td class="tdr smaller pad2">PAGE</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl">General Literature</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_2_ad">2</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Ancient Cities</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_13_ad">13</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Antiquary’s Books</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_13_ad">13</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Arden Shakespeare</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_14_ad">14</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Classics of Art</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_14_ad">14</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">‘Complete’ Series</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_15_ad">15</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Connoisseur’s Library</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_15_ad">15</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Handbooks of English Church History</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_16_ad">16</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Handbooks of Theology</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_16_ad">16</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">‘Home Life’ Series</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_16_ad">16</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Illustrated Pocket Library of Plain and Coloured Books</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_16_ad">16</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Leaders of Religion</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_17_ad">17</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Library of Devotion</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_17_ad">17</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Little Books on Art</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_18_ad">18</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Little Galleries</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_18_ad">18</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Little Guides</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_18_ad">18</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Little Library</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_19_ad">19</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Little Quarto Shakespeare</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_20_ad">20</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Miniature Library</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_20_ad">20</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">New Library of Medicine</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_21_ad">21</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">New Library of Music</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_21_ad">21</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Oxford Biographies</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_21_ad">21</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Four Plays</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_21_ad">21</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">States of Italy</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_21_ad">21</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Westminster Commentaries</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_22_ad">22</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">‘Young’ Series</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_22_ad">22</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Shilling Library</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_22_ad">22</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Books for Travellers</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_23_ad">23</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Some Books on Art</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_23_ad">23</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Some Books on Italy</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_24_ad">24</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl">Fiction</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_25_ad">25</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Books for Boys and Girls</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_30_ad">30</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Shilling Novels</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_30_ad">30</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh2">Sevenpenny Novels</td> + <td class="tdr vlb"><a href="#Page_31_ad">31</a></td></tr> +</table> +</div><!--end box--> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2_ad">[2]</span> +<p class="center tall"> +A SELECTION OF<br> +<span class="ls"><span class="smcap">Messrs. Methuen’s</span><br> +PUBLICATIONS</span> +</p> +<hr class="medium"> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>In this Catalogue the order is according to authors. An asterisk denotes +that the book is in the press.</p> + +<p>Colonial Editions are published of all Messrs. <span class="smcap">Methuen’s</span> Novels issued +at a price above 2<abbr title="shillings"><i>s.</i></abbr> 6<abbr title="pence"><i>d.</i></abbr>, and similar editions are published of some works of +General Literature. Colonial Editions are only for circulation in the British +Colonies and India.</p> + +<p>All books marked net are not subject to discount, and cannot be bought +at less than the published price. Books not marked net are subject to the +discount which the bookseller allows.</p> + +<p>Messrs. <span class="smcap">Methuen’s</span> books are kept in stock by all good booksellers. If +there is any difficulty in seeing copies, Messrs. Methuen will be very glad to +have early information, and specimen copies of any books will be sent on +receipt of the published price <em>plus</em> postage for net books, and of the published +price for ordinary books.</p> + +<p>This Catalogue contains only a selection of the more important books +published by Messrs. Methuen. A complete and illustrated catalogue of their +publications may be obtained on application.</p> +</div> +<hr class="medium"> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Abraham (G. D.).</b> MOTOR WAYS IN LAKELAND. Illustrated. <i>Demy 8vo. 7s. 6d.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Adcock (A. St. John).</b> THE BOOK-LOVER’S +LONDON. Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">*<b>Ady (Cecilia M.).</b> PIUS II.: <span class="smcap">The +Humanist Pope</span>. Illustrated. <i>Demy 8vo. +10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Andrewes (Lancelot).</b> PRECES PRIVATAE. +Translated and edited, with +Notes, by <span class="smcap">F. E. Brightman</span>. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Aristotle.</b> THE ETHICS. Edited, with +an Introduction and Notes, by <span class="smcap">John +Burnet</span>. <i>Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Atkinson (C. T.).</b> A HISTORY OF GERMANY, +1715-1815. <i>Demy 8vo. 12s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Atkinson (T. D.).</b> ENGLISH ARCHITECTURE. +Illustrated. <i>Third Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A GLOSSARY OF TERMS USED IN +ENGLISH ARCHITECTURE. Illustrated. +<i>Second Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">ENGLISH AND WELSH CATHEDRALS. +Illustrated. <i>Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bain (F. W.).</b> A DIGIT OF THE MOON: +<span class="smcap">A Hindoo Love Story</span>. <i>Tenth Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE DESCENT OF THE SUN: <span class="smcap">A Cycle +of Birth</span>. <i>Fifth Edition. Fcap. 8vo. +3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A HEIFER OF THE DAWN. <i>Seventh +Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">IN THE GREAT GOD’S HAIR. <i>Fifth +Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A DRAUGHT OF THE BLUE. <i>Fifth +Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">AN ESSENCE OF THE DUSK. <i>Third +Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">AN INCARNATION OF THE SNOW. +<i>Third Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A MINE OF FAULTS. <i>Third Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE ASHES OF A GOD. <i>Second Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">BUBBLES OF THE FOAM. <i>Fcap. 4to. +5s. net. Also Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Balfour (Graham).</b> THE LIFE OF +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. Illustrated. +<i>Eleventh Edition. In one Volume. +Cr. 8vo. Buckram, 6s.<br> +Also Fcap. 8vo. 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Baring (Hon. Maurice).</b> LANDMARKS +IN RUSSIAN LITERATURE. <i>Second +Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">RUSSIAN ESSAYS AND STORIES. +<i>Second Edition. Cr. 8vo. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE. <i>Demy 8vo. +15s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3_ad">[3]</span> +<b>Baring-Gould (S.).</b> THE LIFE OF +NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. Illustrated. +<i>Second Edition. Royal 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE TRAGEDY OF THE CÆSARS: +<span class="smcap">A Study of the Characters of the +Cæsars of the Julian and Claudian +Houses</span>. Illustrated. <i>Seventh Edition. +Royal 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE VICAR OF MORWENSTOW. With +a Portrait. <i>Third Edition. Cr. 8vo. 3s. 6d.</i><br> +<i>Also Fcap. 8vo. 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">OLD COUNTRY LIFE. Illustrated. <i>Fifth +Edition. Large Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i><br> +<i>Also Fcap. 8vo. 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A BOOK OF CORNWALL. Illustrated. +<i>Third Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A BOOK OF DARTMOOR. Illustrated. +<i>Second Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">A BOOK OF DEVON. Illustrated. <i>Third +Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Baring-Gould (S.)</b> and <b>Sheppard (H. Fleetwood)</b>. +A GARLAND OF COUNTRY +SONG. English Folk Songs with their +Traditional Melodies. <i>Demy 4to. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">SONGS OF THE WEST. Folk Songs of +Devon and Cornwall. Collected from the +Mouths of the People. New and Revised +Edition, under the musical editorship of +<span class="smcap">Cecil J. Sharp</span>. <i>Large Imperial 8vo. +5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Barker (E.).</b> THE POLITICAL +THOUGHT OF PLATO AND ARISTOTLE. +<i>Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bastable (C. F.).</b> THE COMMERCE OF +NATIONS. <i>Sixth Edition. Cr. 8vo. +2s. 6d.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Beckford (Peter).</b> THOUGHTS ON +HUNTING. Edited by <span class="smcap">J. Otho Paget</span>. +Illustrated. <i>Third Edition. Demy 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Belloc (H.).</b> PARIS. Illustrated. <i>Third +Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">HILLS AND THE SEA. <i>Fourth Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 5s.</i><br> +<i>Also Fcap. 8vo. 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">ON NOTHING AND KINDRED SUBJECTS. +<i>Third Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 5s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">ON EVERYTHING. <i>Third Edition. Fcap. +8vo. 5s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">ON SOMETHING. <i>Second Edition. Fcap. +8vo. 5s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">FIRST AND LAST. <i>Second Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 5s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THIS AND THAT AND THE OTHER. +<i>Second Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 5s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">MARIE ANTOINETTE. Illustrated. +<i>Third Edition. Demy 8vo. 15s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE PYRENEES. Illustrated. <i>Second +Edition. Demy 8vo. 7s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bennett (Arnold).</b> THE TRUTH ABOUT +AN AUTHOR. <i>Crown 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bennett (W. H.).</b> A PRIMER OF THE +BIBLE. <i>Fifth Edition. Cr. 8vo. 2s. 6d.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bennett (W. H.)</b> and <b>Adeney (W. F.)</b>. A +BIBLICAL INTRODUCTION. With a +concise Bibliography. <i>Sixth Edition. Cr. 8vo. 7s. 6d. Also in Two Volumes. Cr. 8vo. Each 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Benson (Archbishop).</b> GOD’S BOARD. +Communion Addresses. <i>Second Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">*<b>Berriman (Algernon E.).</b> AVIATION. +Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bicknell (Ethel E.).</b> PARIS AND HER +TREASURES. Illustrated. <i>Fcap. 8vo. +Round corners. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Blake (William).</b> ILLUSTRATIONS OF +THE BOOK OF JOB. With a General +Introduction by <span class="smcap">Laurence Binyon</span>. Illustrated. +<i>Quarto. 21s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bloemfontein (Bishop of).</b> ARA CŒLI: +<span class="smcap">An Essay in Mystical Theology</span>. +<i>Fifth Edition. Cr. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">FAITH AND EXPERIENCE. <i>Second +Edition. Cr. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">*<b>Boulenger (G. A.).</b> THE SNAKES OF +EUROPE. Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bowden (E. M.).</b> THE IMITATION OF +BUDDHA. Quotations from Buddhist +Literature for each Day in the Year. <i>Sixth +Edition. Cr. 16mo. 2s. 6d.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Brabant (F. G.).</b> RAMBLES IN SUSSEX. +Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bradley (A. G.).</b> THE ROMANCE OF +NORTHUMBERLAND. Illustrated. +<i>Third Edition. Demy 8vo. 7s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Braid (James).</b> ADVANCED GOLF. +Illustrated. <i>Seventh Edition. Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bridger (A. E.).</b> MINDS IN DISTRESS. +A Psychological Study of the Masculine +and Feminine Minds in Health and in Disorder. +<i>Cr. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Brodrick (Mary)</b> and <b>Morton (A. Anderson)</b>. +A CONCISE DICTIONARY OF +EGYPTIAN ARCHÆOLOGY. A Handbook +for Students and Travellers. Illustrated. +<i>Cr. 8vo. 3s. 6d.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Browning (Robert).</b> PARACELSUS. +Edited with an Introduction, Notes, and +Bibliography by <span class="smcap">Margaret L. Lee</span> and +<span class="smcap">Katharine B. Locock</span>. <i>Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Buckton (A. M.).</b> EAGER HEART: <span class="smcap">A +Christmas Mystery-Play</span>. <i>Eleventh Edition. +Cr. 8vo. 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Bull (Paul).</b> GOD AND OUR SOLDIERS. +<i>Second Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Burns (Robert).</b> THE POEMS AND +SONGS. Edited by <span class="smcap">Andrew Lang</span> and +<span class="smcap">W. A. Craigie</span>. With Portrait. <i>Third +Edition. Wide Demy 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4_ad">[4]</span> +<b>Calman (W. T.).</b> THE LIFE OF +CRUSTACEA. Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Carlyle (Thomas).</b> THE FRENCH +REVOLUTION. Edited by <span class="smcap">C. R. L. +Fletcher</span>. <i>Three Volumes. Cr. 8vo. 18s.</i></p> + +<p class="p0 hanging">THE LETTERS AND SPEECHES OF +OLIVER CROMWELL. With an Introduction +by <span class="smcap">C. H. Firth</span>, and Notes +and Appendices by <span class="smcap">S. C. Lomas</span>. <i>Three +Volumes. Demy 8vo. 18s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Chambers (Mrs. Lambert).</b> LAWN +TENNIS FOR LADIES. Illustrated. +<i>Second Edition. Cr. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Chesser (Elizabeth Sloan).</b> PERFECT +HEALTH FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN. +<i>Cr. 8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><b>Chesterfield (Lord).</b> THE LETTERS OF +THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD TO +HIS SON. Edited, with an Introduction by +<span class="smcap">C. Strachey</span>, and Notes by <span class="smcap">A. Calthrop</span>. +<i>Two Volumes. 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Vaughan.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">New Forest, The.</span> Horace G. Hutchinson.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Norfolk Broads, The.</span> W. A. Dutt.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Norway and its Fjords.</span> M. A. Wyllie.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Rhine, A Book of the.</span> S. Baring-Gould.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Rome.</span> Edward Hutton.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Round about Wiltshire.</span> A. G. Bradley.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Scotland of To-day.</span> T. F. Henderson and +Francis Watt.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Siena and Southern Tuscany.</span> Edward +Hutton.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Skirts of the Great City, The.</span> Mrs. A. +G. Bell.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Through East Anglia in a Motor Car.</span> +J. E. Vincent.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Venice and Venetia.</span> Edward Hutton.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Wanderer in Florence, A.</span> E. V. Lucas.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Wanderer in Paris, A.</span> E. V. Lucas.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Wanderer in Holland, A.</span> E. V. Lucas.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Wanderer in London, A.</span> E. V. Lucas.</p> + + +<p class="p2 center"> +<span class="larger"><b>Some Books on Art</b></span> +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Armourer and his Craft, The.</span> Charles +ffoulkes. Illustrated. <i>Royal 4to. £2 2s. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Art and Life.</span> T. Sturge Moore. Illustrated. +<i>Cr. 8vo. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">British School, The.</span> An Anecdotal Guide +to the British Painters and Paintings in the +National Gallery. E. V. Lucas. Illustrated. +<i>Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">*<span class="smcap">Decorative Iron Work.</span> From the <span class="allsmcap">XI</span>th +to the <span class="allsmcap">XVIII</span>th Century. Charles ffoulkes. +<i>Royal 4to. £2 2s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Francesco Guardi, 1713-1793.</span> G. A. +Simonson. Illustrated. <i>Imperial 4to. +£2 2s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Illustrations of the Book of Job.</span> +William Blake. <i>Quarto. £1 1s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">John Lucas, Portrait Painter, 1828-1874.</span> +Arthur Lucas. Illustrated. <i>Imperial 4to. +£3 3s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Old Paste.</span> A. Beresford Ryley. Illustrated. +<i>Royal 4to. £2 2s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">One Hundred Masterpieces of Painting.</span> +With an Introduction by R. C. Witt. Illustrated. +<i>Second Edition. Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">One Hundred Masterpieces of Sculpture.</span> +With an Introduction by G. F. Hill. Illustrated. +<i>Demy 8vo. 10s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Romney Folio, A.</span> With an Essay by A. B. +Chamberlain. <i>Imperial Folio. £15 15s. +net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">*<span class="smcap">Royal Academy Lectures on Painting.</span> +George Clausen. Illustrated. <i>Crown 8vo. +5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Saints in Art, The.</span> Margaret E. Tabor. +Illustrated. <i>Second Edition, Revised. Fcap. +8vo. 3s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Schools of Painting.</span> Mary Innes. Illustrated. +<i>Cr. 8vo. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Celtic Art in Pagan and Christian Times.</span> +J. R. Allen. Illustrated. <i>Second Edition. +Demy 8vo. 7s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging">‘<span class="smcap">Classics of Art.</span>’ See <a href="#Page_14_ad">page 14.</a></p> + +<p class="hanging">‘<span class="smcap">The Connoisseur’s Library.</span>’ See <a href="#Page_15_ad">page 15.</a></p> + +<p class="hanging">‘<span class="smcap">Little Books on Art.</span>’ See <a href="#Page_18_ad">page 18.</a></p> + +<p class="hanging">‘<span class="smcap">The Little Galleries.</span>’ See <a href="#Page_18_ad">page 18.</a></p> + + +<p class="p2 center"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24_ad">[24]</span> +<span class="larger"><b>Some Books on Italy</b></span> +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Etruria and Modern Tuscany, Old.</span> +Mary L. Cameron. Illustrated. <i>Second +Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Florence</span>: Her History and Art to the Fall +of the Republic. F. A. Hyett. <i>Demy 8vo. 7s. 6d. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Florence, a Wanderer in.</span> E. V. Lucas. +Illustrated. <i>Fourth Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Florence and her Treasures.</span> H. M. +Vaughan. Illustrated. <i>Fcap. 8vo. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Florence, Country Walks about.</span> Edward +Hutton. Illustrated. <i>Second Edition. +Fcap. 8vo. 5s. net.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Florence and the Cities of Northern +Tuscany, with Genoa.</span> Edward Hutton. +Illustrated. <i>Second Edition. Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Lombardy, The Cities of.</span> Edward Hutton. +Illustrated. <i>Cr. 8vo. 6s.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Milan under the Sforza, A History of.</span> +Cecilia M. Ady. 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Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">There was once a Prince.</span> Mrs. M. E. +Mann.</p> + + +<p class="p2 center"> +<span class="larger"><b>Methuen’s Shilling Novels</b></span><br> +<br> +<i>Fcap. 8vo. 1s. net</i> +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Anna of the Five Towns.</span> Arnold Bennett.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Barbary Sheep.</span> Robert Hichens.</p> + +<p class="hanging">*<span class="smcap">Botor Chaperon, The.</span> C. N. & A. M. +Williamson.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Boy.</span> Marie Corelli.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Charm, The.</span> Alice Perrin.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Dan Russel the Fox.</span> E. Œ. Somerville +and Martin Ross.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Demon, The.</span> C. N. and A. M. Williamson.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Fire in Stubble.</span> Baroness Orczy.</p> + +<p class="hanging">*<span class="smcap">Gate of Desert, The.</span> John Oxenham.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Guarded Flame, The.</span> W. B. Maxwell.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Halo, The.</span> Baroness Von Hutten.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Hill Rise.</span> W. B. Maxwell.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Jane.</span> Marie Corelli.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31_ad">[31]</span> +*<span class="smcap">Joseph in Jeopardy.</span> Frank Danby.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Lady Betty Across the Water.</span> C. N. +and A. M. Williamson.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Light Freights.</span> W. W. Jacobs.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Long Road, The.</span> John Oxenham.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Mighty Atom, The.</span> Marie Corelli.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Mirage.</span> E. Temple Thurston.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Missing Delora, The.</span> E. Phillips Oppenheim.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Round the Red Lamp.</span> Sir A. Conan Doyle.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Saïd, the Fisherman.</span> Marmaduke Pickthall.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Search Party, The.</span> G. A. Birmingham.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Secret Woman, The.</span> Eden Phillpotts.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Severins, The.</span> Mrs. Alfred Sidgwick.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Spanish Gold.</span> G. A. Birmingham.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Splendid Brother.</span> W. Pett Ridge.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Tales of Mean Streets.</span> Arthur Morrison.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Teresa of Watling Street.</span> Arnold +Bennett.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Tyrant, The.</span> Mrs. Henry de la Pasture.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Under the Red Robe.</span> Stanley J. Weyman.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Virginia Perfect.</span> Peggy Webling.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Woman with the Fan, The.</span> Robert +Hichens.</p> + + +<p class="p2 center"> +<span class="larger"><b>Methuen’s Sevenpenny Novels</b></span><br> +<br> +<i>Fcap. 8vo. 7d. net</i> +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Angel.</span> B. M. Croker.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Broom Squire, The.</span> S. 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J. +Cutcliffe Hyne.</p> + +<p class="hanging">*<span class="smcap">Princess Virginia, The.</span> C. N. & A. M. +Williamson.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Profit and Loss.</span> John Oxenham.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Red House, The.</span> E. Nesbit.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Sign of the Spider, The.</span> Bertram Mitford.</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Son of the State, A.</span> W. Pett Ridge.</p> + + + +<hr class="p4 medium"> +<p class="center"><i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">Morrison & Gibb Limited</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i> +</p> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h4>Transcriber’s Note:</h4> + +<p>Words +may have multiple spelling variations or inconsistent hyphenation +in the text. These have been left unchanged, as were obsolete and +alternative spellings.</p> + +<p>A table of contents was added for convenience of readers. +Footnotes were renumbered sequentially and were moved to the end of the +chapter. Obvious printing errors, such as partially printed letters +and punctuation, were corrected. Final stops missing at the end of +sentences and abbreviations were added.</p> + +<p>The following were changed:</p> +<ul> + <li>‘excitng’ to <a href="#chg1">‘exciting’</a> ... 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