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here at this very spot to-morrow night when the moon 

 rises, and I will see what can be done for you." 



The savages retired into the jungle, thoroughly 

 satisfied. 



Bungin had a few spare muskets in store. A little 

 lower down the river some civilian Dyaks were engaged 

 in collecting india-rubber and jungle produce. 



That night Bungin took a canoe and paddled off to 

 visit these Dyaks, and proposed that they should come 

 with him to the station and give the savages a warm 

 reception. The Dyaks joyfully acceded, for what Dyak 

 will ever neglect an invitation to a war party? They 

 returned with Bungin, and he issued muskets to them 

 all. 



The following night at the hour arranged the savages 

 emerged from the jungle and gave the preconcerted 

 signal, to which Bungin replied. The savages advanced 

 up to the station. A volley of musketry rang forth, and 

 with a triumphant howl, out rushed Bungin and his 

 valiant crew, drawn parangs in hand, and utterly routed 

 the amazed savages, killing a number of them and 

 pursuing the rest into the jungle. Bungin afterwards 

 came down and reported the occurrence, bringing with 

 him (so I have heard it stated) the skulls of the enemy 

 as vouchers. 



He was afterwards given sole charge of the Penungah 

 Station and district. He was far up in the interior. He 

 managed matters with singular tact and ability. Nobody 

 interfered with him, for the reason that nobody under- 

 stood anything about the place. I am sorry to say that 

 he was at last killed in the performance of duty. 



But to revert to our story. I went down to the shore, 

 and a few minutes later was lying at full length in a 



