IN SEARCH OF BIG GAME. 
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should say of the weary, and awoke on the following morning 
long before cock-crow ready for onr tramp. 
The Sakais of the Krau are a peculiar mixture of the wild 
and the ta;Tie. Most of them have quite decent houses ; 
they plant hill padi, and many of them bathe, which is 
a long stride towards civilisation for the Sakai. On the other 
hand men and women wear no clothes except the chawat^ 
generallv made out of the bark of the temp tree, which can 
best be described as a very scanty pair of bathing pants 
without most of the pnuts, Wt; found a Chinaman amongst 
them, not a trader, but just living like a Sakai, with a wife of 
the people: they told us that he had been with them for years. 
Two Sakais went with us to Bukit Ta Sinipai arid after 
about a two hours' walk through fairly open virgin jungle, 
we came out into a series of old hill clearings which had 
only been abandoned for a year and \\hich were covered 
wnth short bluker and quantities of grass. Seladang tracks 
were everywhere hut just at first we did not Hnd fresh ones. 
When we did we had a tremendous time picking out their route 
through innumerable patches of secondary growth. It was 
very drv and as there had been a large herd feeding all over 
these clearings night after night for some time past, it took us 
till nearly mid-day before we found ourselves getting close to 
them. 
At last we came out into an older clearing which was 
grown up into high bluker with patches of la'lang here and 
there, and now the signs indicated that we were very near our 
quarry. 
We followed one of the biggest tracks into the jungle at a 
corner of the clearing, but when we got there other tracks 
were so numerous that it was difficult to know which to 
follow, especially as we expected to put a seladang up at 
any moment. Eventually we found our waj' back to the 
clearing, and there stood still to try to hear the beasts 
which we felt sure were now all round us. What was 
that ? We stiffened and strained everj^ nerve to try to localise 
the sound. Yes, there it was again, no mistake this time 
—the breathing of a seladang. 1 crept forward and was met 
by an impenetrable wall of old lalang. I looked round and 
spotted an ant hill, and decided to risk ever}'thing and 
climb up to the top from where I would be able to get a fair 
view of the clearing, hoping to get a gh'mpse of a seladang 
before a seladang got a sight of me. I climbed up and 
straightening myself quickly, with my rifie ready, looked 
round. The edge of the clearing was some fifty yards from 
me and I could see the bluker there waving about in 
