At the path he got on to one of the loftiest trees in the forest, and we could see one leg hanging down useless, having been broken by a ball.

He now fixed himself in a fork, where he was hidden by thick foliage, and seemed disinclined to move.

I was afraid he would remain and die in this position, and as it was nearly evening.

I could not have got the tree cut down that day.
I therefore fired again, and he then moved off, and going up the hill was obliged to get on to some lower trees, on the branches of one of which he fixed himself in such a position that he could not fall, and lay all in a heap as if dead, or dying.
I now wanted the Dyaks to go up and cut off the branch he was resting on, but they were afraid, saying he was not dead, and would come and attack them.

We then shook the adjoining tree, pulled the hanging creepers, and did all we could to disturb him, but without effect, so I thought it best to send for two Chinamen with axes to cut down the tree.
While the messenger was gone, however, one of the Dyaks took courage and climbed towards him, but the Mias did not wait for him to get near, moving off to another tree, where he got on to a dense mass of branches and creepers which almost completely hid him from our view.