x Obituary. — David Thomas Givynne- Vaughan. 
a wicked old chap who has helped me a great deal, and undoubtedly stolen 
my pyjama coat. We have become great friends, although he prays 
fervently and by mention each night, that my head may burn violently in 
Jehanum. Islam is a frightfully uncompromising religion.’ 
The following extract from Gwynne-Vaughan’s Journal gives an account 
of an adventure in the Malayan forest : 
Near Tremangan. 
1 The jungle consisted of fairly high trees, and below a swamp, thick-set 
with Pandanus ; we had to cut every yard of our way through. I had Akib 
and Uda with me, and we took turns at leading the way and using the 
parang. We were waist-deep in very malodorous swampy mud, swarming 
with leeches, trying to stand on Pandanus stumps and crawling along fallen 
and rotten tree-trunks, every now and then missing our footing and slipping 
into the horrid, repulsive mud over our middles. The Pandanus leaves cut 
our hands, lianes tripped us up, and the forest mosquitoes and leeches did 
their utmost to add to our discomfort, and a very melancholy spectacle we 
made when we got out into a clearing. 
‘ One afternoon while here Akib and I got into a nasty adventure. While 
in a large padang, about its centre, we looked up and saw the leader of 
a herd of krebau, which had been grazing in the distance, had approached 
us uncomfortably near and looked distinctly uneasy. We tried to scare it 
off without result ; at last it stamped its foot impatiently, Akib yelled out 
•“diamon terkan” and lit out for the nearest jungle in fine style, and the 
krebau made for us ; the whole herd, which had quietly crawled up close, 
also charged at his heels. 
‘ I did a lot of quick thinking, during which I recollected I had only one 
shot cartridge in my gun, and then I took after Akib, being just in time to 
see him take a flying leap into the jungle. I put in a record ioo yards, 
getting home a little to the right of Akib, who, as I shot past, I observed 
was shinning up a tree as hard as he was able. I went on through the 
jungle, once nearly knocked down by my collecting tin getting stuck 
between two trees, and fortunately got through into another padang through 
which I cut at half-mile pace only. At the edge of the next jungle 
I stopped, and Akib shortly joined me, saying that the krebau had followed 
me and had not gone through far. I would have much liked to climb 
a tree myself, but I had the gun to look after.’ 
Gwynne- Vaughan was back in London on September 26, 1899, having 
been absent a little over seven months. 
Caledonian Hotel , Strand , September 26, 1899. 
J I am glad to get back of course . . . but really I feel strangely that 
I am an outsider looking on at the show, and hardly having any definite 
