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evening meal had been finished and the people 

 gathered at an open shed-like building under some 

 large trees. 



Before I left the kampong there came a feast 

 day with festivities lasting from late in the after- 

 noon until near dawn of the following morning, 

 and comprising almost continuous music— without, 

 by the way, a single change in any of the musicians 

 —and several dances in which both women and 

 men performed, some of the latter having their 

 faces made up grotesquely. One dance engaged 

 three young girls, whose performance consisted of 

 gracefully slow movements accompanied by the 

 familiar Malayan posturing, in which arms and 

 hands and shoulders figure prominently. They 

 were quite as skilled as any I had ever seen, and 

 in addition were more attractively costumed. 

 They wore short little jackets of red and yellow silk 

 falling just below the breasts, while fastened upon 

 their sarongs at the waist were the old Malayan 

 silver buckles of exquisite workmanship, now so 

 rare. Some of the men and women among the 

 spectators had jackets and scarfs, but mostly they 

 wore simply the skirt-like sarong of the country, 

 which on the men is held at the waist and on the 

 women is carried up to the breast. 



I had come unheralded into the settlement, 

 passed from an English-speaking Kling gharry 



