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of the rest. It was a scene of fiends: but in vain; for though they
appeared ready enough to quarrel and fight amongst themselves,
there was no move to attack the enemy. All was confusion; the
demon of discord and madness was among them, and I was glad to
see them cool down, when the dissentients to the assault proposed
making a round to-night and attacking to-morrow.”
And so this precious game of “if you will I will,” and “you hit me
first,” was continued for many days,—more days indeed than the
reader would guess if he were left to his own judgment. The row
between Subtu and Illudeen took place on the 31st of October, and
on the 18th of the following January the enemy was routed and his
forts destroyed.
One of the most favourite of Dayak war weapons is the
“sumpitan,” a long hollow reed, through which is propelled by the
breath small darts or arrows, chiefly formidable on account of the
poison with which their tips are covered. According to Mundy and
other writers on Bornean manners and customs, the arrows are
contained in a bamboo case hung at the side, and at the bottom of
this quiver is the poison of the upas. The arrow is a piece of wood
sharp-pointed, and inserted in a socket made of the pith of a tree,
which fits the tube of the blow-pipe. The natives carry a small
calabash for these arrow heads, and on going into action prepare a
sufficient number, and fresh dip the points in the poison, as its
deadly influence does not continue long. When they face an enemy
the box at the side is open; and, whether advancing or retreating,
they fire the poisoned missiles with great rapidity and precision:
some hold four spare arrows between the fingers of the hand which
grasps the sumpitan, whilst others take their side case.
In advancing, the sumpitan is carried at the mouth and elevated,
and they will discharge at least five arrows to one compared with a
musket. Beyond a distance of twenty yards they do not shoot with
certainty, from the lightness of the arrow, but on a calm day, the
range may be a hundred yards. The poison is considered deadly by
the Kayans, but the Malays do not agree in this belief. “My own
impression is,” says Captain Mundy, “that the consequences
resulting from a wound are greatly exaggerated, though if the poison
be fresh death may occasionally ensue; but, decidedly, when it has
been exposed for any time to the air it loses its virulence. My servant
was wounded in the foot by an arrow which had been kept about two
months; blood flowed from the puncture, which caused me
considerable alarm; but sulphuric acid being applied in conjunction
with caustic directly afterwards, he felt no bad effects whatever.”
All the tribes who use the sumpitan, from their peculiar mode of
fighting, and the dread of the weapon, are called Nata Hutan, or
“Wood Devils.” Besides the sumpitan they also wear the “ilang,” or
sword, which is carved at the angle in the rude shape of a horse’s
head, and ornamented with tufts of hair, red or black; the blades of
these swords are remarkable, one side being convex, the other
concave. They are usually very short, but of good metal and fine
edge. These warriors wear coats of deer hide, and caps of basket
work, some fantastically decorated; and a shield hung over their
backs of stout wood, in addition to the weapons already mentioned,
forms their equipment for service. It is really curious to witness their
movements when the order is given to go out to skirmish—one by
one, with a quick pace, yet steady and silent tread, they glide into the
bushes or long grass, gain the narrow paths, and gradually
disappear in the thickest jungle.
The chief weapon used by the Amazonian Indians closely
resembles the Dayak sumpitan, and is called “pucuna.” Its
manufacture and use is thus graphically described by Captain Reid:
—
“When the Amazonian Indian wishes to manufacture for himself a
pucuna he goes out into the forest and searches for two tall straight
stems of the ‘pashiuba miri’ palm. These he requires of such
thickness that one can be contained within the other. Having found
what he wants, he cuts both down and carries them home to his
molocca. Neither of them is of such dimensions as to render this
either impossible or difficult. He now takes a long slender rod—
already prepared for the purpose—and with this pushes out the pith
from both stems, just as boys do when preparing their pop-guns from
the stems of the elder-tree. The rod thus used is obtained from
another species of Iriartea palm, of which the wood is very hard and
tough. A little tuft of fern-root, fixed upon the end of the rod, is then
drawn backward and forward through the tubes, until both are
cleared of any pith which may have adhered to the interior; and both
are polished by this process to the smoothness of ivory. The palm of
smaller diameter, being scraped to a proper size, is now inserted into
the tube of the larger, the object being to correct any crookedness in
either, should there be such; and if this does not succeed, both are
whipped to some straight beam or post, and thus left till they become
straight. One end of the bore, from the nature of the tree, is always
smaller than the other; and to this end is fitted a mouthpiece of two
peccary tusks to concentrate the breath of the hunter when blowing
into the tube. The other end is the muzzle; and near this, on the top,
a sight is placed, usually a tooth of the ‘paca’ or some other rodent
animal. This sight is glued on with a gum which another tropic tree
furnishes. Over the outside, when desirous of giving the weapon an
ornamental finish, the maker winds spirally a shining creeper, and
then the pucuna is ready for action.
“Sometimes only a single shank of palm is used, and instead of
the pith being pushed out, the stem is split into two equal parts
throughout its whole extent. The heart substance being then
removed, the two pieces are brought together, like the two divisions
of a cedar-wood pencil, and tightly bound with a sipo.
“The pucuna is usually about an inch and a half in diameter at the
thickest end, and the bore about equal to that of a pistol of ordinary
calibre. In length, however, the weapon varies from eight to twelve
feet.
“This singular instrument is designed, not for propelling a bullet,
but an arrow; but as this arrow differs altogether from the common
kind, it also needs to be described.
“The blow-gun arrow is about fifteen or eighteen inches long, and
is made of a piece of split bamboo; but when the ‘patawa’ palm can
be found, this tree furnishes a still better material, in the long spines
that grow out from the sheathing bases of its leaves. These are
eighteen inches in length, of a black colour, flattish though perfectly
straight. Being cut to the proper length—which most of them are
without cutting—they are whittled at one end to a sharp point. This
point is dipped about three inches deep in the celebrated ‘curare’
poison; and just where the poison mark terminates, a notch is made,
so that the head will be easily broken off when the arrow is in the
wound. Near the other end a little soft down of silky cotton (the floss
of the bombax ceiba) is twisted around into a smooth mass of the
shape of a spinning-top, with its larger end towards the nearer
extremity of the arrow. The cotton is held in its place by being lightly
whipped on by the delicate thread or fibre of a bromelia, and the
mass is just big enough to fill the tube by gently pressing it inward.
“The arrow thus made is inserted, and whenever the game is
within reach the Indian places his mouth to the lower end or
mouthpiece, and with a strong ‘puff,’ which practice enables him to
give, he sends the little messenger upon its deadly errand. He can
hit with unerring aim at the distance of forty or fifty paces; but he
prefers to shoot in a direction nearly vertical, as in that way he can
take the surest aim. As his common game—birds and monkeys—are
usually perched upon the higher branches of tall trees, their situation
just suits him. Of course it is not the mere wound of the arrow that
kills these creatures, but the poison, which in two or three minutes
after they have been hit, will bring either bird or monkey to the
ground. When the latter is struck he would be certain to draw out the
arrow; but the notch, already mentioned, provides against this, as
the slightest wrench serves to break off the envenomed head.
“These arrows are dangerous things—even for the manufacturer
of them—to play with: they are therefore carried in a quiver, and with
great care—the quiver consisting either of a bamboo joint or a neat
wicker case.”
To return, however, to our savage friends the Borneans. Like
almost all savages under the sun, they have their war dances:—
“We had one day a dance of the Illanuns, and Gillolos; they might
both be called war dances, but are very different. The performer with
the Illanuns is decked out with a fine helmet (probably borrowed from
our early voyagers) ornamented with bird-of-paradise feathers. Two
gold belts crossed like our soldiers, over the breast, are bound at the
waist with a fantastical garment reaching half-way down the thigh,
and composed of various coloured silk and woollen threads one
above another. The sword or kempilan is decorated at the handle
with a yard or two of red cloth, and the long upright shield is covered
with small rings, which clash as the performer goes through his
evolutions. The dance itself consists of a variety of violent warlike
gestures; stamping, striking, advancing, retreating, turning, falling,
yelling, with here and there bold stops, and excellent as to aplomb,
which might have elicited the applause of the opera-house; but
generally speaking, the performance was outrageously fierce, and so
far natural as approaching to an actual combat; and in half an hour
the dancer, a fine young man, was so exhausted that he fell fainting
into the arms of his comrades. Several others succeeded, but not
equal to the first, and we had hardly a fair opportunity of judging of
the Maluku dance, from its short continuance; but it is of a more
gentle nature, advancing with the spear, stealthily casting it, then
retreating with the sword and shield. The Maluku shield, it should be
observed, is remarkably narrow, and is brandished somewhat in the
same way as the single-stick player uses his stick, or the Irishman
his shillalah, that is to say, it is held nearly in the centre, and whirled
every way round.”
The following extract from Sir J. Brooke’s Bornean Journal will
serve to initiate the curious reader in the peculiarly horrid custom of
“head-hunting,” as observed in this part of the world. Close to the
Rajah’s residence were located a party of Sigo Dayaks, who happily
discovered in good time an incursion of their deadly enemies the
Singés into their territory:—
“The Sigos taking the alarm, cut off their retreat and killed two of
the Singé Dayaks, and obtained altogether five heads, though they
lost two, and those belonging to their principal warriors. This news
reaching me, I hurried up to the hill and arrived just after part of the
war party had brought the heads. On our ascending the mountain we
found the five heads carefully watched about half a mile from the
town, in consequence of the non-arrival of some of the war party.
They had erected a temporary shed close to the place where these
miserable remnants of noisome mortality were deposited, and they
were guarded by about thirty young men in their finest dresses,
composed principally of scarlet jackets ornamented with shells,
turbans of the native bark cloth dyed bright yellow and spread on the
head, and decked with an occasional feather, flower, or twig of
leaves. Nothing can exceed their partiality for these trophies; and in
retiring from the war path, the man who has been so fortunate as to
obtain a head, hangs it about his neck, and instantly commences his
return to his tribe. If he sleep on the way, the precious burden,
though decaying and offensive, is not loosened, but rests in his lap,
whilst his head (and nose) reclines on his knees.
“On the following morning the heads were brought up to the
village, attended by a number of young men, all dressed in their
best, and were carried to Parembam’s house, amid the beating of
gongs and the firing of one or two guns. They were then disposed of
in a conspicuous place in the public hall of Parembam. The music
sounded, and the men danced the greater part of the day, and
towards evening carried them away in procession through all the
campongs except three or four just above me. The women in these
processions crowd round the heads as they proceed from house to
house, and put sirih and betel-nut in the mouths of the ghastly dead,
and welcome them. After this they are carried back in the same
triumph, deposited in an airy place, and left to dry. During this
process, for seven, eight, and ten days, they are watched by the
boys of the age of six to ten years, and during this time they never
stir from the public hall: they are not permitted to put their foot out of
it whilst engaged in this sacred trust. Thus are the youths initiated.
“For a long time after the heads are hung up, the men nightly
meet and beat their gongs, and chant addresses to them, which
were rendered thus to me. ‘Your head is in our dwelling, but your
spirit wanders to your own country. Your head and your spirit are
now ours; persuade, therefore, your countrymen to be slain by us!
Speak to the spirits of your tribe; let them wander in the fields, that
when we come again to their country we may get more heads, and
that we may bring the heads of your brethren, and hang them by
your head,’ etc. The tone of this chant is loud and monotonous, and I
am not able to say how long it is sung, but certainly for a month after
the arrival of the heads, as one party here had had a head for that
time, and were still exhorting it.
“These are their customs and modes of warfare, and I may
conclude by saying, that though their trophies are more disgusting,
yet their wars are neither so bloody, nor their cruelties so great, as
those of the North American Indian. They slay all they meet with of
their enemies, men, women, and children; but this is common to all
wild tribes. They have an implacable spirit of revenge as long as the
war lasts, retort evil for evil, and retaliate life for life: and as I have
before said, the heads are the trophies, as the scalps are to the red
men. But on the contrary, they never torture their enemies, nor do
they devour them, and peace can always be restored amongst them
by a very moderate payment. In short, there is nothing new in their
feelings or in their mode of showing them, no trait remarkable for
cruelty, no head hunting for the sake of head hunting. They act
precisely on the same impulses as other wild men: war arises from
passion or interest, peace from defeat or fear. As friends they are
faithful, just, and honest; as enemies, bloodthirsty and cunning;
patient on the war path, and enduring fatigue, hunger, and the want
of sleep with cheerfulness and resolution. As woodmen, they are
remarkably acute, and on all their excursions carry with them a
number of ranjows, which, when they retreat, they stick in behind
them at intervals at a distance of twenty, fifty, or a hundred yards, so
that a hotly-pursuing enemy gets checked, and many severely
wounded. Their arms consist of a sword, an iron-headed spear, a
few wooden spears, a knife worn at the right side, with a sirih pouch
or small basket. Their provision is a particular kind of sticky rice
boiled in bamboos. When once they have struck their enemies, or
failed, they return without pausing to their homes.”
Among the Dayaks and the Samoans heads are the precious war
trophies; among the Indians of North America the scalp alone
suffices; the Tinguian of the Philippine Islands, with a refinement of
barbarism far excelling his brother savage, must have his enemy’s
brains. While La Gironiere was sojourning at Palan, one of the
seventeen villages of which Tinguia is composed, news arrived that
a battle had been fought and several renowned warriors captured.
Therefore there was to be a brain feast.
“Towards eleven o’clock the chiefs of the town, followed by all the
population, directed their steps towards the large shed at the end of
the village. There every one took his place on the ground, each party
headed by its chiefs, occupying a place marked out for it beforehand.
In the middle of the circle formed by the chiefs of the warriors were
large vessels full of basi, a beverage made with the fermented juice
of the sugar-cane, and four hideous heads of Guinans entirely
disfigured,—these were the trophies of the victory. When all the
assistants had taken their places, a champion of Laganguilan y
Madalag, took one of the heads and presented it to the chiefs of the
town, who showed it to all the assistants, making a long speech
comprehending many praises for the conquerors. This discourse
being over, the warrior took the head, divided it with strokes of his
hatchet, and took out the brains. During this operation so unpleasant
to witness, another champion got a second head and handed it to
the chiefs; the same speech was delivered, then he broke the skull
to pieces in like manner and took out the brains. The same was done
with the four remaining skulls of the subdued enemies. When the
brains were taken out, the young girls pounded them with their
hands into the vases containing the liquor of the fermented sugar-
cane; they stirred the mixture round, and then the vases were taken
to the chiefs, who dipped in their small osier goblets through the
fissures of which the liquid part ran out, and the solid part that
remained at the bottom they drank with ecstatic sensuality. I felt quite
sick at this scene so entirely new to me. After the chieftains’ turn
came the turn of the champions. The vases were presented to them
and each one sipped with delight this frightful drink, to the noise of
wild songs. There was really something infernal in this sacrifice to
victory.
“We sat in a circle, and these vases were carried round. I well
understood that we were about undergoing a disgusting test. Alas! I
had not long to wait for it. The warriors planted themselves before
me and presented me with the basi and the frightful cup. All eyes
were fixed upon me. The invitation was so direct that to refuse it
would perhaps be exposing myself to death. It is impossible to
describe the interior conflict that passed within me. I would rather
have preferred the carbine of a bandit five paces from my chest, or
await, as I had already done, the impetuous attack of the wild
buffalo. I shall never forget that awful moment; it struck me with
terror and disgust; however, I constrained myself, nothing betraying
my emotion. I imitated the savages, and dipping the osier goblet into
the drink, I approached it to my lips and passed it to the unfortunate
Alila (Gironiere’s servant and companion), who could not avoid this
infernal beverage. The sacrifice was complete, the libations were
over, but not the songs. The basi is a very spirituous and inebriating
liquor, and the assistants who had partaken rather too freely of it
sang louder to the noise of the tom-tom and the gong, while the
champions divided the human skulls into small pieces destined to be
sent as presents to all their friends. The distribution was made during
the sitting, after which the chiefs declared the ceremony over. They
then danced. The savages divided themselves into two lines, and
howling as if they were furious madmen, or terribly provoked, they
jumped about, laying their right hand upon the shoulder of their
partners and changing places with them. These dances continued all
day; at last night came on, each inhabitant repaired with his family
and some few guests to his abode, and soon afterwards tranquillity
was restored.”
In defending the system of warfare practised by the Dayaks,
Rajah Brooke specially instances the thirst for blood and general
cruelty evinced by the savage Indian warrior of North America. Like
other barbarians the North-American Indian has his European and
American champions—Catlin among the latter—who profess to see
in this savage nothing vile or mean or cruel, but, on the contrary, all
that is brave, generous, and hospitable. The said champions,
however, overlook the fact that bravery and generosity as exhibited
amongst one’s friends are but insignificant virtues as compared with
what they are when displayed towards an enemy; indeed, in the
former case they may scarcely be reckoned virtues at all, but merely
social amenities, lacking which, man ceases to be companionable.
As enemies, how do North-American savages treat each other? Let
what has already been said on this subject in these pages, as well
as what here follows, furnish an answer to the question.
CHAPTER XXII.