100 HUNTING IN THE JUNGLE. 



ment, " Quick, take your gun I a large orang, a large 

 orang ! " 



He had only breath enough left to tell me the animal 

 was up the path toward the Chinaman's camp, and I 

 hurried in that direction, followed by two Dyaks. One 

 barrel of my gun was loaded with ball, and I sent Charley 

 — the boy — back to camp for more ammunition, in case 

 I should find the game had kindly waited for me. We 

 walked carefully, making almost no noise, stopping ever}' 

 now and then to look round ourselves, until Charley 

 rejoined us at the spot where he had seen the orang, and 

 I put ball in the other barrel and waited, sure that we 

 were near the game. In a moment or two I heard a 

 heavy body moving from tree to tree, but the foliage was 

 so thick we could see nothing. Finally, fearing I might 

 lose him entirely, I fired at guess into a tree in which we 

 thought he must be. For so large an animal he moved 

 with remarkable swiftness and silence, but I felt sure, if 

 we could follow his general course, we should eventually 

 catch sight of him in some more open bit of forest. And 

 so it proved. Just at the spot where he had first been 

 seen by Charley, and to which we had now got back, his 

 tawny side and black head appeared for an instant, long 

 enough for me to give him both barrels ; and while I was 

 reloading I saw him cross the path, dragging one leg as 

 if it had been broken by my shot. At any rate, he could 

 not use it, and he took refuge between two branches 

 of a lofty tulip-tree, sheltered from sight by the thick 



