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minds. We ourselves followed on, but the seladang 

 had moved swiftly, and at dark we were obliged 

 to turn back, bleeding all over from scratches and 

 leech-bites. 



The remainder of the trip was a disheartening 

 story of rain, rain, rain. Occasionally a night was 

 spent in some native's hut on the bank, where we 

 slept on wooden shelves in opium-thickened atmos- 

 phere ; but as a rule things were made as comfort- 

 able as possible on the raft. At the best, we slept 

 in pools of water, with mosquitoes biting ceaselessly, 

 and rivulets from the soaked canvas dripping on 

 our faces. 



Of course, after this continual subjection to the 

 bites of swamp-mosquitoes, there was but one re- 

 sult to expect, namely, malarial fever. Our blood 

 must have been full of the poison when we emerged 

 from the interior at Penang, but as yet no symp- 

 toms of what awaited us had developed. We re- 

 turned to Singapore on a little Chinese tub, the Pin 

 Seng, which was so filthy and so swarming with ver- 

 min, that, after a single glance at the cabins which 

 had been allotted us, we took refuge on deck and 

 remained there throughout the voyage, without 

 once again venturing below. 



From Singapore we immediately entered Johore, 

 the country which occupies the foot of the Malay 



