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continued to beat the jungle until the evening. 

 A sambur was shot by the Haji, but the remainder 

 of the day does not appear to have been particu- 

 larly eventful. 



The headskin of the timbadau unfortunately 

 was spoiled, and the head is the only one of all 

 my trophies which is mounted without the 

 mask. It rains almost every day in Borneo, 

 and we were marching rapidly, so I was unable 



13 look after the skin properly. 

 In the vicinity of Kudat I visited a Dutch 

 lanter, who had shot a large number of these 

 animals. His plan of operations was very simple 

 and effective. He employed Malay trackers, 

 and kept a pair of English bull-terriers. When 

 fresh tracks of a bull were seen in, or near, the 

 plantation, he followed them with the trackers, 

 until the scent was hot, and then let go the dogs. 

 The bull, on being overtaken by the dogs, would 

 stand at bay, and the sportsman was able to get 

 in a good shot. 



In dense tropical jungles, like those in Borneo, 

 I think this method of shooting was justifiable; 

 and it was certainly very effective, as my host 

 had a large number of heads. 



I went out with the planter on one morning, 

 but there were no fresh tracks, and the hunt was 

 unsuccessful. 



My son in another part of the country stayed 

 at a Malay village, and hunted for some days, 

 but did not succeed in bagging a timbadau. 



Two incidents in the course of my tour in Borneo 

 impressed me much. While I was inspecting 

 the railway Mr. Fraser and I crossed in the 



