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Updated: June 16, 2025
"There it goes up the Sadong!" cried Achang, as he pointed to the broad stream. A wave, estimated to be about ten feet high, fringing, curling, and lashed into foam, and roaring in its wrath, rolled up the river. It struck two small sampans, upset them, and spilled the men in them into the angry, boiling waters. With less fury it rolled up the Simujan, and Scott rushed to the wheel himself.
At eight bells, or four o'clock, the morning watch came on duty, with Achang as its officer. Captain Scott did not turn out when the second mate was called, with Felix to take his place at the engine, and it was six o'clock when he made his appearance.
The walls of the city are from fifteen to thirty feet high, and twelve feet thick; but I suppose the heavy guns of modern times could knock them down in a very short time," added the professor. "What is that opening into the river?" asked Felix, who had kept his tongue very quiet so far. "That is a canal," replied Achang, as the professor did not reply.
You can't keep them much longer, and you will have to throw them overboard, for they won't smell sweet by to-morrow." "Achang learned something about taxidermy from the naturalist he travelled with, and he has promised to skin and mount one of them for me."
"I went up and down all the rivers of Sarawak in a sampan with an English gentleman who was crocodiles, monkeys, mias, snakes, and birds picking up." "Wrong!" exclaimed Morris. "You know better than that, Achang." The native repeated the reply, putting the verb where it ought to be. "He was a naturalist," added Louis. "Yes; that was what they called him in the town."
To Louis it seemed to be cruel to prolong their sufferings; and he wished Achang to request the Malays to kill them, and Scott agreed with him. The Bornean said they could not kill them while they were towing behind, and that, if the lines were slacked, they might get away. The captain took the matter in hand, and told Achang what he intended to do, which he communicated to the reptile-hunters.
Perhaps Morris's struggle with the big fish had scared the others away, for not another could be seen. The day was done, and it was growing dark. It was decided to anchor where they were, and spend the night there; and they hoped the fish would be in biting condition the next morning. Achang called the fish the gourami, or something like that; but beyond this nothing was known about him.
During the morning, Achang had placed the stuffed orang-outang on a shelf the carpenter had erected at the head of the platform, with the proboscis monkey on one side, and the argus-pheasant on the other. The Bornean had had some experience as a taxidermist, and Dr. Hawkes declared that he had done his work well. Louis explained these specimens, and gave the measurements of the orang.
The steamer just crawled along on the river in order not to disturb the game, though the reptiles were accustomed to the sight of vessels. "Now you see that stick the hunter has in his hand," said Achang, though each of them had one. "'Most a foot long, like a new moon." "Crescent-shaped," added Louis. "Called an alir in Malay.
Put him ashore, Achang," said the humane young gentleman. The Bornean complied with this request; and the handsome snake skurried off in the woods, none the worse for his adventure. But the others were not quite satisfied with the policy of the young millionaire. They wanted to shoot whatever they could see in the nature of game, including monkeys, and he was opposed to this destructive action.
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