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thickly timbered to their very tops, that make the 

 settlement a checker-board of mounts and vales, 

 and blues and greens. On top one of these hills, 

 its foundation hacked out of the enveloping jungle, 

 was the bungalow of Walter Scott, overlooking the 

 valleys and the little group of town houses, and 

 the firm reddish road connecting Jelebu with the 

 outside world. Scott was the British Resident, as 

 the local governing official is called, at the time of 

 my visit, and a fine specimen of that clear-eyed, 

 upstanding, intelligent class of young men whose 

 common sense and uncorrupted rule have been the 

 upbuilding of British Malaya. It is worth a jour- 

 ney around the Peninsula, if only to see the type 

 of young men whom England calls out to help her 

 solve Malay problems; and to see the type is to 

 understand why England's colonial government is 

 so eminently successful. Scattered throughout the 

 British protected States of the Peninsula, a few 

 to each State, in residence widely separated, these 

 young Englishmen stand for the best interests of 

 their country and the fair treatment of the natives. 

 I had met Scott at Seramban, just at the foot 

 of the hill from the range which runs north 

 through the State, after a journey from the coast 

 through coffee and tapioca plantations; and we 

 joined forces for the gharry drive to Jelebu. The 

 gharry is the travelling cart of Malay. It is a 



