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some dry rocks. I sent twice for them to come on to us, 

 but they would not move, and passed the night without 

 fire or food, rather than bestir themselves to prepare 

 either. We managed to start a fire after some difficulty, 

 and then pulled off our cold wet garments. I got one of 

 my Malays to rub me briskly all over with a coarse towel, 

 and then put on two flannel shirts, trowsers, and jacket, 

 after which I felt comparatively comfortable. One of 

 the Dusun fetched us some water from a stream half a 

 mile off; and it was so icy cold as to make one's teeth 

 chatter to drink it — rather a novelty in the tropics. 



"Jeludin," although shivering, set about 'cooking our 

 dinner ; and " Suong," who was the most useful man I 

 had, chopped up enough wood to last us all the night. 

 The men who came on with us sat shivering under the 

 rocks for over an hour, before I could induce them to set 

 about lighting themselves a fire. It was, indeed, really 

 painful to see the poor fellows so utterly paralysed. 

 " Boloung," the chief of the Kiau Dusun, who had ac- 

 companied us, had carried up a fowl under his arm the 

 whole way ; and when he reached the cave, I was agree- 

 ably surprised when he presented it to me, and I took it 

 as a great compliment, for it is extremely rare for a 

 Dusun to put himself to so much trouble even for a 

 friend, much less for a stranger like myself. This fowl, 

 although lively enough in the morning, had become so 

 wet and cold during the ascent, that it appeared to be 

 dead ; indeed, I thought it was dead for some time, but 

 on holding it near the fire, it revived a little. Our Dusun 

 followers made their encampment under a diy, overhang- 

 ing rock, a quarter of a mile ahead of us. We had a 

 view of the great waterfall on the bare granite rocks of 

 the mountain opposite, and could hear the dash of its 

 current into the stream below very plainly. 



