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Title: Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Whitney, Caspar, 1862-1929
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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y log to restupon, was not to be found; but the shelter theMalays built each night at least protected us fromthe unceasing rain. These were simply made, ser-viceable little sheds, constructed of the always athand bamboo and attap leaves in no longer timethan it takes to pitch a tent. Here was the oneoccasion when the mud seemed a blessing, for itproved a yielding, yet firm setting for the foursticks which served as corner posts and the twolonger ones placed at each end to support a ridgepole. Smaller bamboo and, as often as not, rattan,placed at the sides, and bent and secured acrossthe ridge pole, completed the frame, over whichwere stretched the large and useful leaves of theattap palm. Inside, again, corner posts with slatsof bamboo laid lengthways made very comfortablebeds; and, with crossway slats, stout benches forour provisions and general camp impedimenta:for, of course it was necessary to raise everythingdamageable above the mud. So we travelled on and on, looking for tracks,
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THE LARGER AND MORE COMMON TYPE OF SAKA1. His sole weapon consists of the b.ow-gun and quiver of poisoned darts, which he shoots HUMAN TREE-DWELLERS 117 dragging ourselves for hours, ankle-deep in mud,along stretches of swamp, where the rhino feedappeared particularly tempting (although rhinogenerally feed early in the morning and at dusk),or, crouched until walking was all but impossible,sneaking into every more than usually dense bit ofcover which suggested a pool or a rhino bed. Itwas wet, cheerless work; and what gets wet in thatjungle stays wet. Except for the water you havewrung out of them, the soaked clothes you hangat night on a bamboo stake driven deep into themud are equally as soaked when you try to putthem on again in the morning bright-light. My men did not appear to take much interestin the search for rhino; indeed, they pursued thejourney with great reluctance, for at best theMalay is not a hunter; stalking game does notappeal to him. He never, by choice, hunts in ther

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