IN SARAWAK JUNGLES 57
reached the water I saw something that looked like the trunk of a tree catch her, and drag her out of sight. Frightened by our boat, the crocodile dropped the child, but she was dead and horribly mangled when brought to land.
But, to go back to the storm: The Irishman at the helm was dexterous, and the waiting crocodiles were disappointed. The rain stopped. Stars and the moon shone, and in their light we sighted Awart-Awart, the first kampong we had visited. There the Gajah Mina awaited us. We boarded her, turned our backs on the wildernessa reluctantly turned our backs, and sailed away toward Labuan, which stood for civilisation. And to us as we sailed came from the river the voices of the Irishman, the Scotchman and the American, singing :
44 In fourteen hundred and ninety-two A Dago from Itaalee, He very smart, he very bright,
He sell the hot tamale; He went to the queen, and he said 4 Dear Queen, If you give me ships and cargo. . . "
Their voices were lost to us. Lucky fellows ! They were going back to the jungle!
Two scenes come to my mind when I think of my good-bye to Sarawak. One was at Fort Lawas, the last hour of our stay. At tiffin the captain gave to Staite and to me each a sword that had been worn by some old chief. He gave to me some charms also ; they were made of carved wood and boars' tusks. " They won't be just curios to you," he said.