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dwellin^^ amid the monotonous life of the monntaiu villages of 



the interior, the frequent bugle-calls, the uniformed troupe, 

 the overshadowing stone-Luilt fortress, the shop-fronts, which 

 seemed large in my eyes, the substantial houses, the boats on 

 the river loading and unloading cargoes, the coolies runniii<>- to 

 and fro with goods— this gentle troubling of the pool of iTi<Iustry, 

 seemed to me the very bustle of a metropolis ; and as i wullced 

 • down its one street to the Travellers' Bungalow, in my travel- 

 scarred garments, great sun-hat and rougli boots, I felt tho 

 bashfulness of a rustic adding to the redness of my sunburnt 

 countenance, and as uncomfortable as if I ha<l been 2)Iantcd 

 down in similar attire in Eegcnt Street. 



In resuming my journey tow^ards the Kaba I had to give up 

 my late delicious mode of travel, and change tlie river for the 

 road. Eeaching the village of Tandjong-Ning, I found that 

 much tree-felling was going on in the forests pertaining to it ; 

 and, hoping to enrich my herbarium, I set up my camp for a 

 while in its Balai, a structure that might have held an army. 

 But the village was very unsavoury, as every sort of filth and 

 refuse from the houses was allowed to drop through the floor to 

 the ground below. I found that my fame had reached before 

 me, and that not particularly favourably. For some time tigers 

 had been prowling about in the district in great numbers, and, 



as the Dempo is called the " Barracks of the Tigers," they had 

 been scared from their natural home by a potent spoil wliicli 

 I must have set up there when I ascended it. It was no use 

 to deny the imputation^" it was well known ! '* 



The village was prettily situated above the river Saling, 



. which wound about below it in a deep rocky gorge, through 



banks which are excavated into long pools and d^^ep pr^ts nnd 



sparkling rapids, full of fish of fifteen different kinds (accord- 



ing: 



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inhabitants, who seem ardent lovers of the gentle art, angle 

 Avith great assiduity and success with bamboo fishing-rods, 

 and a line of single fibre strong as cat-gut, drawn out of the 

 bark of a tree. 



Where the felling was going on in the forest, I obtained 

 many fine specimens, and nowhere do I recollect to have *»een 

 such enormous trees. Thickly scattered about on the ground 

 as they were, over an area of perhaps a mile square, I failed 



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