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Identifier: jungletrailsjun00whit (find matches)
Title: Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Whitney, Caspar, 1862-1929
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto
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t was early in the afternoon when I had firstsighted the Sakais, but what with palaver and ex-change of gifts and long-range conversation, duskcame upon us while we tarried. I had not for-gotten the rhino, but I had not quite found myselfin these new surroundings and thought best tomake haste slowly. Moreover, I was sincerelyglad for the opportunity of seeing something ofthese Sakais, because they are a people about whomalmost nothing is known, and of whom only onewhite man—an Italian—Captain G. B. Cerruti, hasmade a study. They seemed to be very curious, and quite de-sirous of watching us, but were shy of our ap-proaching them. They hung on the edge of ourcamp, maintaining a constant jabber with myMalays. With a thought of getting better ac-quainted, I went toward them, but they fled precip-itately, and although I walked after them, theynever permitted me to get near. It occurred tome that my rifle, perhaps, might be a bar to closeracquaintance, so I went back to camp and laid it
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HUMAN TREE-DWELLERS 123 down—taking the precaution to unload it and keepon my cartridge belt—the Sakais curiously fol-lowing like a flock of birds, all reappearing at adistance of forty or fifty feet, in open sight, sosoon as I reached camp. But I got no nearerthem without the rifle than with it. Always, sosoon as I started toward them, they disappeared,evidently keeping close watch of me, because as Iretraced my steps they were visible again. Determined to stop in the vicinity until I shouldlearn a little more of these people, I moved up thehill to get out of the mudhole in which we hadcamped, and discovered a tree with what at firstsight appeared a strange new growth, but, on closeinspection, developed into a rude tiny house, wTitha small head and beady eyes peering at me from itsplatform. Farther on was another tree-house, andnear it several others. I motioned my Malays tostop here, but our camping preparations raisedsuch a commotion among the Sakais hovering onour van that in
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