52 AN EXPEDITION TO MOUNT KIN A BALL 1 . 



The harness was broken and the luggage upset, but otherwise 

 no harm was done, and I mounted another buffalo, this time 

 behind a Dusun driver; our progress was now safe, but the 

 odour arising from my driver necessitated my holding my nose 

 at a laterally elevated angle of 45°. 



Monday, March 13th. We signalled for more men to fetch 

 the rest of our luggage, but, after long waiting, only two men 

 appeared. We followed them towards Berunggis and found a 

 large fair in progress where the Dusuns from the interior were 

 selling and exchanging their jungle produce with the Bajous, 

 from the coast for fish, etc. Here Mr. Haynes introduced me 

 to Malagup, a Dusun chief, who was to accompany me to Kiua 

 Ba-lii, in charge of the coolies. Not catching the man's name 

 I asked him directly for it, but was told by Mr. Haynes that the 

 natives, and especially the chiefs, feel offended at being asked 

 for their names directly ; one is supposed to know them and in 

 any case must find them out from a third person. Most of the 

 Dusuns had come to the fair on their buffaloes, so that we now 

 found no difficulty in getting sufficient conveyances for our lug- 

 gage. Mr. Haynes here left me to return to Gantian, and I 

 went back to Panjut, arriving there about 11 a.m. The coolies 

 in the meantime had begun to gather, but appeared most indo- 

 lent ; the} 7 tried package after package, but rinding them all too 

 heavy, dropped them again in disgust. The situation seemed 

 hopeless ; even Malagup had vanished, and in the burning mid- 

 day sun I had to go to his house, two or three miles distant, to 

 look for him. I rode back on a buffalo to Panjut, but now our 

 patience with the carriers was exhausted. The men had appar- 

 ently only been awaiting for some forcible language, and at 

 last took up the luggage. We made a start at 2.30 p.m., and 

 after about 10 minutes' walk from Panjut we reached the broad 

 and rapid Tuaran river. Only a single small boat, a dug-out, 

 was available, and it took more than an hour to ferry us all 

 across. Here we met a jovial old Chinaman who invited us to 

 spend the first night in his house, in the village of Bandeian, not 

 quite 2 miles higher up on the right bank of the Tuaran. This 

 we accepted. The first day's march was thus only short, but I was 

 glad to have made a start, and to have got the coolies away 

 from their homes. They camped on a nice grassy ground be- 



