The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866. Various

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866 - Various


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plunge in depths profound.

      Here once the Deluge ploughed,

      Laid the terraces, one by one;

      Ebbing later whence it flowed,

      They bleach and dry in the sun.

      The sowers made haste to depart,

      The wind and the birds which sowed it;

      Not for fame, nor by rules of art,

      Planted these and tempests flowed it.

      Waters that wash my garden-side

      Play not in Nature's lawful web,

      They heed not moon or solar tide,—

      Five years elapse from flood to ebb.

      Hither hasted, in old time, Jove,

      And every god,—none did refuse;

      And be sure at last came Love,

      And after Love, the Muse.

      Keen ears can catch a syllable,

      As if one spake to another

      In the hemlocks tall, untamable,

      And what the whispering grasses smother.

      Æolian harps in the pine

      Ring with the song of the Fates;

      Infant Bacchus in the vine,—

      Far distant yet his chorus waits.

      Canst thou copy in verse one chime

      Of the wood-bell's peal and cry?

      Write in a book the morning's prime,

      Or match with words that tender sky?

      Wonderful verse of the gods,

      Of one import, of varied tone;

      They chant the bliss of their abodes

      To man imprisoned in his own.

      Ever the words of the gods resound,

      But the porches of man's ear

      Seldom in this low life's round

      Are unsealed that he may hear.

      Wandering voices in the air,

      And murmurs in the wold,

      Speak what I cannot declare,

      Yet cannot all withhold.

      When the shadow fell on the lake,

      The whirlwind in ripples wrote

      Air-bells of fortune that shine and break,

      And omens above thought.

      But the meanings cleave to the lake,

      Cannot be carried in book or urn;

      Go thy ways now, come later back,

      On waves and hedges still they burn.

      These the fates of men forecast,

      Of better men than live to-day;

      If who can read them comes at last,

      He will spell in the sculpture, "Stay."

      BORNEO AND RAJAH BROOKE

      Off the southeastern extremity of Asia, and separated from it by the Chinese Sea, lies a cluster of great islands, comprising that portion of Oceanica commonly called Malaysia. Of these islands Borneo is the most extensive, and, if you call Australia a continent, it is by far the largest island in the world. Situated on the equator, stretching from 7° of north to 4° of south latitude, and from 108° to 119° of east longitude, its extreme length is 800 miles, its breadth 700, and it contains 320,000 square miles,—an area seven times as great as that of the populous State of New York.

      But though its size and importance are so great, though it was discovered by the Portuguese as early as 1518, though several European nations have at various times had settlements on its coasts, though it is rich in all the products of a tropical clime, and in base and precious metals, diamonds and stones, and though its climate, contrary to what might have been expected, is in many localities salubrious even to an American or European constitution, yet until recently almost nothing was known by the world of its surface, its products, or its inhabitants.

      The causes of this ignorance are obvious. The very shape of Borneo is unfavorable to discovery. A lumpish mass, like Africa and Australia, the ocean has nowhere pierced it with those deep bays and gulfs in which commerce delights to find a shelter and a home. And though it has navigable rivers, their course is through the almost impenetrable verdure of the tropics, and they reach the sea amid unwholesome jungles. The coast, moreover, is in most places marshy and unhealthy, for the distance of twenty or thirty miles inland; while the interior is filled with vast forests and great mountain ranges, almost trackless to any but native feet. Besides, the absence of all just and stable government has reduced society to a state of chaos. And to all this must be added piracy, from time immemorial sweeping the sea and ravaging the land. Under such circumstances, if there were little opportunity for commerce, there was none for scientific investigations; and only by the enterprises of commerce or the researches of science do we know of new and distant countries.

      Many races inhabit Borneo; but the Malays and Sea and Land Dyaks greatly preponderate. The Malays, who came from continental Asia, are the conquering and governing race. In their native condition they are indolent, treacherous, and given to piracy. The very name Malay has come to stand for cruelty and revenge. But well governed, they prove to be much like other people, susceptible to kindness, capable of affection, amiable, fond to excess of their children, and courteous to strangers. The Sea Dyaks are piratical tribes, dwelling on the coasts or borders of rivers, and subsisting by rapine and violence. The Land Dyaks are the descendants of the primitive inhabitants. They are a mild, industrious race, and remarkably honest. One hideous custom, that of preserving the heads of their fallen enemies as ghastly tokens of victory, has invested the name of Dyak with a reputation of cruelty which is not deserved. This singular practice, originating, it is said, in a superstitious desire to propitiate the Evil Spirit by bloody offerings, has in process of time become connected with all their ideas of manly prowess. The young girl receives with proud satisfaction from her lover the gift of a gory head, as the noblest proof both of his affection and his heroism. This custom is woven, too, into the early traditions of the race. The Sakarrans tell us that their first mother, who dwells now in heaven near the evening star, asked of her wooer a worthy gift; and that when he presented her a deer she rejected it with contempt; when he offered her a mias, the great orang-outang of Borneo, she turned her back upon it; but when in desperation he went out and slew a man, brought back his head, and threw it at her feet, she smiled upon him, and said that was indeed a gift worthy of her. This legend shows, at any rate, how fixed is this habit, not alone in the passions of the people, but also in their traditional regard. Yet, strange as it may seem, they are an attractive race. A missionary's wife who has known them well declares that they are gentle and kindly, simple as children, disposed to love and reverence all who are wiser and more civilized than themselves. Ida Pfeiffer concludes that the Dyaks pleased her best, not only among the races of Borneo, but among all the races of the earth with which she has come in contact. And a cultivated Englishman, with wealth and social position at command, has been so attracted to them, that he has lavished both his fortune and his best years in the work of their elevation. The social condition of the Dyaks has been sufficiently wretched. Subjected to the Malays, they have been forced to work in the mines without pay, while they were liable at any moment to be robbed of their homes, and even of their wives and children. "We do not live like men," said one of them, with great pathos. "We are like monkeys, hunted from place to place. We have no houses, and we dare not light a fire lest the smoke draw our enemies upon us."

      Running along the whole northern coast of Borneo, eight hundred miles, and inland perhaps two hundred, is found Borneo Proper, one of the three great Mohammedan kingdoms into which the island was divided as early as the sixteenth century. This state is governed, or rather


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