M. le Comté de Montgelas, who had come to the
Kinoram to see me. We climbed within 100 feet of the
top and could get no further ; the thing was simply
a precipice. The getting up was ‘ horful.’ The slope
was what you see in the diagrams. (See below !) Then
there were countless (very much countless) leeches and
other abominations, and nothing to eat, as it had been
forgotten (! !) by the horrid native policeman whom I
felt inclined to kick down the hill. When we got
down the Dusùns wanted to collect a poll-tax—a water
j ar for being allowed to go up their hill. They nearly
collected something else.”
On October 27th, 1882, he writes to his youngest
sister, who at th a t time was at a convent school in the
Ardennes. She is troubled, it seems, in regard to the
religion she is to adopt, whether she should be a Protestant
or a Catholic. 11 am sorry,” he writes, “ to hear
you are so much struck with the beauties of | Dominus
vobiscum,’ &c.; but you will soon get over that. Experience,
experience—that is the only thing ; but when
obtained in Borneo, it is hardly obtained. There is
one fact which may interest you which capae under my
notice a short time ago. There is a Catholic missionary ON THE KINORAM RIVER.
From a sketch by Frank Hatton. To face page 80.