04 A rw*M y fhu'NWx
to have r e q u e s te d lus r e tu r n at Slioll ft “ Moi‘0*
( W i so y s out' wh o know him well, “ y o u r t e l e g r am
might not hav e re a ch e d him for m o n th s ; nntl if it. h ad ,
h o wo u ld not hnvo oomo. His ©ngftgoiuont wa s fo r tw o
y e a r s , ami n o th in g would havo iuduood him to b r e a k it.;
bes ides , ho likod his wo rk , h a rd a n d d a n g e ro u s as it. was,
a n d ho would havo g o n e th ro u g h with it., w h a te v e r
mig h t havo boon t ho en d of i t .”
THE QUAY, SANDAKAN ( e Y E N IN G ). .
(Drtrara by Selem A. S a t ton. From a Photograph bg Mr. Fob son.)
In his last letter he said, ** coal has been found in
Marudu. small quantities of copper in Tumboyonkon,
my laboratory goes up a t Kudat I don’t think
the Company can spare me. But I am coming home.
I want to see all your dear faces again, and have a
talk with my old friends in London. . . This is a
unique experience and position; but is life worth living
so long away from you all ? No. . . I am just starting
on an expedition up the Segama—my last trip, and
when I have done this, I shall go inland no more.”
IV.
DISASTER AND DEATH.
(fowl riowfl—Five day« later—$a<l letter'»—“ A bright, Lari«**, tewe
life ”—On the Begaina Elver—Hunting In the jungle—'The
fatal accident—A devoted following—The »¡lent —
Tropical ocenery—Bornean highlands and the mountains of
Pidgah—Inquest and verdict—A jungle cemetery—The pathetic
story told by Governor Treacher.
I.
A n d it was so. He went inland no more. They
carried him to the coast, where he rests from his
labours. He had passed safely through perils innumerable,
and was on bis way borne. But it was hi3
English home that was in his thoughts and o u rs ; not
that other home to which we all are marching. This
is how the news came to us, while we were counting
the months that stood between us and him. He went
away in the autumn. With the fall of the leaf we
should see him back again. What a pleasant time it
would be ! His mother had in view a surprise for him
in Paris ; his sisters dreamed of trips with him on his
favourite river. I thought of the dear fellow busy
with his first book. We drank his health and wished
him joy, and all the time he was asleep and knew it
not; nor did we, for We heard good news of him even
after they had set up a wooden cross over his grave,
and carved upon it, “ P. H., 1883.”