IN SEARCH OF BIG GAME. 
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Jentoh we would come to a stream on the rif^ht bank called 
the Sungei Lantin; at the iiki of this sungei was the lick. He 
said it was not more than two miles from Kuala Jentoh. 
We followed the river for about half a mile over very 
rough country— there was a considerable fall and the river 
was mostly waterfalls — when we struck the two days old 
track of a rhinoceros. 
We followed his spoor over a very steep hill where he had 
been feedinjj; extensively apparently the night beft»re last, and 
I hjid every hope of finding him in the vicinit}' of the lick. 
We soon struck a broad game path which we thought was 
heading in the direction of the salt lick, so left the rhino 
tracks and followed the game path. While walking along 
this path I thonght I heard an animal noise of sorts on a hill 
which we could see in front of us, but none of the others 
hearing it I roncluded I was mistaken. But half way up the 
hill we were suddenly nil brought to a standstill by a tremend- 
ous grunt right in front of us. I looked at Yasin, Yasin 
looked at me; we both murmured " Badak/' We listened 
intently but could hear nothing further. We advanced very 
-cautiously but found nothing. For two hours we hunted 
round and round that hill but found no rhinoceros tracks old 
or new. The noise, which was imdoubtedly made on two 
occasions, and by an animal very close to us on the second 
<)ccasion, although its exact direction was not accurately 
definable owin^ to our movements at the time we heard it, must, 
I think, have been made by a tiger. As I have said before 
tigers at times make weird noises. The natives believe that 
they can imitate the call of a deer, and thus entice an un- 
suspecting victim within striking distance. We all certainly 
thought the noise had been made by a rhinoceros- Following 
the game track which became bigger and broader as other 
tracks joined np to it, we thought we must be getting near to 
the lick. Presently Awang AH, w ho had not been comfortable 
when we decided to abandon the river and follow the game 
path, said that he was quite sure that we were going away from 
the lick and were follow'ing a ^ame track which would take us 
back to the Sat. I asked him where he thought our camp 
was, and when he pointed in entirely the wrong direction I 
decided to let his objection pass. He evidently had no 
jungle craft. Yasin was confident that the great broad game 
highway that we were following would take ns to a salt lick if 
there was one in the vicinity. This path was not continually 
used by big game for no purposr^. Another half an hour and 
still no sign of the snlt lick. I began to get shaken in my 
conviction. Awang Ali was contemptuously amused. We 
