The man floats stationary on the surface of the sea, and, naturally, the shark makes for him.As the creature rolls over to bite, the wily Malay glides out of his way with a few deft strokes of the left hand, whilst with the right he deliberately plants the pointed skewer in an upright position between the open jaws of the expectant monster.The result is simple, but surprising.The shark is, of course, unable to close its mouth, and the water just rushes down his throat and chokes him, in consequence of the gills being forced back so tightly as to prevent the escape of water through them in the natural way.Needless to remark, it requires the greatest possible coolness and nerve to kill a shark in this way, but the Malays look upon it as a favourite recreation and an exciting sport.When the monster is dead its slayer dexterously climbs on to its back, and then, digging his knife into the shark's head to serve as a support and means of balance, the conqueror is towed back to the ship astride his victim by means of a rope hauled by his companions in their boats.
After many adventures and much luck in the way of getting pearls, our food and water supply began to give out.This induced Captain Jensen to make for the New Guinea main in order to replenish his stores.We soon reached a likely spot on the coast, and obtained all that we wanted from the natives by means of barter.
We gave them tomahawks, knives, hoop-iron, beads, turtles, and bright-coloured cloth.Indeed, so friendly did our intercourse become that parties of our divers often went ashore and joined the Papuans in their sports and games.On one of these occasions Icame across a curious animal that bore a striking resemblance to a kangaroo, and yet was not more than two feet high.It could climb trees like an opossum and was of the marsupial family.The pigeons, too, which were very plentiful in these parts, were as large as a big fowl.The headman, or chief, took quite an interest in me, and never seemed tired of conversing with me, and pointing out the beauties of the country.He even showed me a certain boundary which he advised us not to pass, as the natives beyond were not under his control.One day, however, a party of our Malays, accompanied by myself, imprudently ventured into the forbidden country, and soon came to a native village, at which we halted.The people here were suspicious of us from the first, and when one of my men indiscreetly offended a native, half the village rose against us, and we had to beat a retreat.We were making the best of our way to the coast again, when the friendly chief came and met us.He interceded with the indignant tribesmen on our behalf, and succeeded in pacifying them.On reaching the ship, which was anchored within a mile of the coast, Jensen complained to me ominously that he was getting fairly swamped with natives, who persisted in coming on board with fruit and vegetables for barter.
He said he was getting quite nervous about the crowds that swarmed over the vessel, the natives going up and down as though they had a perfect right to do so.
"I don't like it," said the captain, "and shall have to put my foot down."Next morning, when the usual batch of native canoes came alongside, we declined to allow a single man on board.While we were explaining this to them, our friend the chief himself arrived, accompanied by half-a-dozen notables, most of whom I knew, together with the now friendly dignitary whose wrath we had aroused the previous day.They were all full of dignity and anticipation.
