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Tet where his heart is in it, he does not hesitate 

 at any amount of physical exertion; the energy 

 expended in the all-night dancing and playing 

 during the few days I spent at the kampong would 

 have lasted out an ordinary hunting trip. 



I was lucky enough on my first day to fall in 

 with a smart young Malay named Nagh Awang, 

 who in addition to being very good looking, could 

 also speak a few broken words of English, and 

 within two days he had agreed to come with me as 

 general factotum. It took time and patience and 

 much sign talk for us to get on common ground, 

 but when we had attained to a thorough under- 

 standing, Nagh was of great service, and after a 

 few days I succeeded in getting together my party, 

 which consisted of five Malays beside Nagh, a 

 Chinese cook and two Tamils. None had guns but 

 myself, but all had parangs— the long bladed 

 jungle knife which every Malay carries. Three 

 of my Malays were from Sumatra, and the China- 

 man, who proved one of the most faithful of the 

 lot before the long trip was at an end, was known 

 by the rather mirth-provoking name of Bun Bin 

 Sum. Nagh, though born on the Peninsula, was 

 also of Sumatra, his people being, in fact, of the 

 war-like Achinese, which in earlier years had 

 raided the Peninsula ; and after we became better 



acquainted he told me, with amusing gusto, that 

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