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behind. There still remained some that were obstinate 

 on account of low water, but with our experience and con- 

 certed action those were easily overcome, and early in the 

 afternoon we arrived at Djudjang, a rough, unattractive, 

 and overgrown camp, where I decided to stay until next 

 morning. Many Malays die from beri-beri, but there is 

 little malaria among those who work in the utan of the 

 Busang River. The half dozen men who were present 

 were certainly a strong and healthy-looking lot. One of 

 them, with unusually powerful muscles and short legs, 

 declined to be photographed. 



Our next camp was at a pleasant widening of the 

 river with a low-lying, spacious beach of pebbles. I 

 pitched my tent on higher ground on the edge of the 

 jungle. Some of the Penyahbongs, always in good hu- 

 mour and enjoying themselves, went out with sumpitans 

 to hunt pig, and about seven o'clock, on a beautiful star- 

 lit night, a big specimen was brought in, which I went to 

 look at. While one man opened it by cutting length- 

 wise across the ribs, another was engaged taking out the 

 poison-carrying, triangular point. With his knife the 

 latter deftly cut all around the wound, taking out some 

 flesh, and after a little while he found part of the point, 

 then the rest. It looked like glass or flint and had 

 been broken transversely in two; usually it is made of 

 bamboo or other hard wood. 



The bladder was carefully cut out, and a man carried 

 it off and threw it away in order that the hunters should 

 not be short of breath when walking. The huge head, 

 about fifty centimetres long, which was bearded and had 

 a large snout, was cut off with part of the neck and car- 



