14 REPORT ON A JOURNEY FROM TUARAN TO KIAU. 
ed with the cold, sol had myself to make a well to receive 
the tiny rivulet which oozed out of a marsh close at hand. 
55. GAWANG, stupid GAWANG, had only brought up about 
25 catties of rice and only 4 small rolls of tobacco. and | 
naturally éZessed him and his coolies heartily. It simply 
meant partial starvation (twenty-two men accompanied me to 
Kinabalu cave (Paka-Paka), for this rice had to provide us with 
our only meal this day, one to-morrow and one the next day, 
or else to return, [here take the opportunity of stating that 
the Tuaran Dusuns are superior to their neighbours, for they 
never even grumbled once at the commissariat, which depart- 
ment was woefully defective and although they were half 
starved, always carried their loads manfully and never sug- 
gested a retreat. GGAWANG had also brought up a white fowl 
and a few paltry brass goods intended as propitiatory offerings 
to the spirits on Kinabalu. 
50. When we arrive at Paka-Paka cave, to-morrow, we 
are not to mention the word “ Kinabalu’’ or wish for sun- 
shine, for if we do so it will anger those mighty spirits that 
punishment follows in the shape of torrents of rain, and if 
we spread out cloths, a violent gust of wind will be the result. 
57. had my tent erected and slept inside with Pangeran 
SAHBUDIN and a boatman. I should say tried to sleep, for 
our damp wood fire caused us terrible torture. My tent was 
made in Singapore by MCALISTER & Co., and I give them 
every credit for turning out a good article which has withstood 
all vicissitudes of weather. 
58. Next morning I took several compass bearings, Maun- 
kan Island near Gaya W. 3 S., Kuala Mengkabong W. by N., 
thermometer height of Tamborongah 7,328 feet. 
59. Started at 7.40 a.m. by a fair path compared to yes- 
terday’s. The old guide and three coolies left us to return to 
Kiau and bring up more rice and await our return at Tam- 
borongah. We passed several places covered with ferns, 
from which a good view might have been obtainable, had the 
mist cleared. We stopped to smoke a cigarette at 8,643 feet. 
The air was very cold and kept so for along way up. A 
short way above, the path crossed a marshy spot but I did 
not notice the tracks of any beast. In fact life seems to be 
