National Geographic : 1974 Feb
Our monkey-hunting boatman, Haji M. Ahmad, told us that he often came across them in the evening, paddling in small bands across a river some 400 yards wide. Their method of entering the river indicated the conflicting character traits that make of the monkey such an admirable numskull. In order to save as much swimming time as possible, the monkey mounts a tall tree and gets a run ning start, as it were, by leaping as far out into the water as he can. He hits with tre mendous force, almost knocking himself cold before setting out for the distant shore, dazed but determined. Small wonder he is on the endangered list. He does not much resemble a monkey, but rather a little man with a Bob Hope nose, button eyes constantly full of surprise, and the mouth and chin of a leprechaun (page 218). One of the few places on earth where these monkeys may still be seen is the lower Brunei River, where we cut our engine and coasted the jungled shores, scanning the trees. There, scanning us, sat a troop of the long nosed fellows. As we approached, they cas caded off in every direction, flinging them selves straight out into the open sky and coming down with a furious sound of crash ing and bashing in the palms below. The racket was awesome.