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this range and Kapokan runs the river Sabuk. I should think it 
not unlikely that the principal ridge runs on and forms the penin- 
sula of Ungsang, whilst other ridges, from the common parent, 
probably enclose the various great bays on the east and to the 
north of Ungsang. 
Here, to my surprise, I found that I was not the first European 
who had travelled this way, for an old man called upon me one 
day, and, after -<some conversation, informed me that he perfectly 
remembered the fact of two white men from Balambangan coming 
to Kinibalu. “ They could not manage to ascend it,” continued 
he, “ but they walked pretty nearly all round it.” He informed me 
that there are two lakes, one halfway up the mountain, from which 
flow the rivers Bongan, Labuk, Luwanan, Kimbatungan, and Lam- 
pasuk, across which a man in a canoe might paddle in half an hour ; 
the other, a very large lake to the south of Kinibalu, with many 
people living on its shores, and that the lake was salt, which I doubt. 
In answer to my inquiry, the person in question said that the 
people on the other side of Kinibalu were very bad men, and 
killed every one who approached them. I said I had heard the 
same account of his fellow-countrymen, and he shook his head 
in deprecation of such a wicked report. However, there is a feud 
between the people on the north of Kinibalu and those on the 
south ; also between the first mentioned and those of Mausolug, 
the place I first visited. 
The inhabitants of this region, the Dusuns, or, as they are also 
sometimes called by the Malays, Idaan, are, for the most part, a 
fine, well-made, and not unhandsome race; the men muscular 
and well developed ; the women, when very youthful, positively 
pretty, except their black teeth, but those above the age of 20 
are worn out with the hard work assigned to them, pounding padi 
and carrying wood and water. Their dwellings are similar to the 
long houses of the south, except that the front is more open, as 
they are not afraid of the invasion of their hereditary enemies, 
the Dusun Tamis, living on the south side of Kinibalu. They 
have no written language, nor idea of time beyond the return of 
the seasons, and they know not even their own age. They have not, 
so far as I could discover, any religion, but they revere the name of 
Kina, their first leader, who having brought them to this land 
from another, ascended the mountain Kinibalu, and was no more 
seen of men. They also kept in remembrance the name of Hung- 
sum-ping, the brother of the Emperor of China, and Malekbatata, 
from the same country, whose names are connected with a curious 
legend. 
