146 TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS 



Omar to build a shed over the cage and to place a 

 fence around it, so that none of the natives could 

 venture too close. 



When my boat was ready, all the people of the 

 kampong were on hand to bid me good-by and wish 

 me a speedy recovery. Munshee steered and six 

 men paddled. Another boat followed with my sup- 

 plies. I went down the river, thinking that I had 

 never found a kinder, more hospitable people than 

 these, who are known throughout the world as sav- 

 ages and head-hunters. 



My fever grew worse and worse and I became 

 delirious. I did not know until later that Munshee 

 urged the men on, hour after hour, until we over- 

 took the messenger boat. The last thing that I 

 remember of the trip was that everything became 

 a blur. The men who were paddling, the river with 

 its green banks, Munshee, the awning over my head 

 and the coolie boy all whirled around and grew 

 indistinct. I was unconscious when we reached 

 Sintang 1 . 



Two days later I awoke in Dr. Van Erman's 

 house and was unable for some time to realize 

 where I was and why I was there. The doctor came 

 in and talked with me for a few minutes. He said 

 that I would be well in two weeks and that my leg 

 was not badly damaged. Then I drifted off to sleep 

 again. 



The next day I felt stronger, and the doctor re- 

 peated some of the tales the natives were telling 



