Harry De Windt,
On the Equator
“ Should he once give way to the feeling of drowsiness he sleeps never to wake again.We were entertained one evening during our stay at Kapit by a war-dance of Kayans on the terrace outside the fort. A large crowd of some 200 from the canoes down river had assembled to witness the dancing, and the bright moonlight and flaring torches shedding an uncertain light over their dark faces and barbaric dress and ornaments, presented a picture not readily forgotten.A ring being formed, two of the best dancers of the Kayans tribe stepped into the enclosure, each dressed in full war costume. ”
