From Dusun Folklore
Long ago some men went into the jungle carrying blow-pipes, and when they got near to the River Tenokop they heard someone singing verses among the trees. Then they looked and saw an Orang-Utan (Kagyu) sitting on the ground singing, and this was his song: “First of all I lived at the River Serinsin; from there I went to the River Wariu; from the Wariu to the Penataran; from the Penataran to the Kilambun; from the Kilambun to the Obang, and from the Obang to the Tenokop. I cannot go up into the trees again for I am old and must die upon the ground. I can no longer get fresh leaves to eat from the trees; I have to eat young grass.”
Then the men who had beem listening said to one another: “This Kagyu is clever at verses, let us shoot him with our blow-pipes.” One man was about to shoot when the Kagyu saw him and said: “Do not shoot me, but make me a hut and let me live here till I die. When you have made my hut, bring your sisters here and I will teach them magic, for I am skilled in it.” So the men made him a hut and they brought their sisters to him, and the Kagyu instructed them how each sickness has its own magical ceremony. He taught them the spells for snake-bite and fever, and for the bite of the centipede.
Then the men went home, about three days’ journey, to get rice for the Kagyu, but when they came back with the rice the Kagyu was dead; and from that day whenever there was sickness in Kampong Kiau they called the women who had been instructed by the Kagyu, and those who were ill recovered, and if a man was wounded and was treated by the women no blood came from the wound.
Source:
Among Primitive Peoples in Borneo, Ivor H.N. Evans, 1922
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