108 IN MALAY FORESTS. 



seemed either to be awry or on the point of dropping 

 out. One felt sorry for the ungainly and awkward 

 appearance of the poor thing, which looked like a 

 very dilapidated and badly stuffed pheasant ; but any 

 sympathy was misplaced, for, in reality, it was show- 

 ing itself off for the benefit of a mate which lay 

 hidden on its nest in a lalang tussock close by. 



When we reached the bank, the great Pahang 

 river, so dark and fiercely flowing when we had 

 crossed it in the little dug-out not many hours before, 

 lay at our feet, a broad, smooth, untroubled sheet of 

 silver. 



