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thing that has a flavor of sport that can be gambled 
on. 
Every man was eager, and the Tungku, looking 
them over, picked out the men, and as each man 
was chosen, the men, women and children howled 
with delight, clapping hands, passing all manner. of 
jokes and banter. When the men were picked out 
the Tungku formed them in crews; they were a 
pretty proud lot. Again warning them that they 
could not start making the nets until the second 
day, and that after they started in the morning to 
cut the rattan, if they were caught taking help from 
any of their friends, they would be thrown out of 
the race, he told them to get busy and lay out their 
poles and stakes. The Tungku shaking his head 
and laughing, said: “Ttan bow-gar poro-day sea- 
opper pe-care, e-to (Sir, you are very clever, who 
would think of that).” 
In the meantime the men and their friends got 
to work staking out and putting up cross-sections 
and poles for the twisting of rattan and the making 
of the nets. Everyone in the kampong was laugh- 
ing and talking over it. It was going to be great 
sport and plenty of fun; each had their favorites 
and were already making wagers on them. This 
was not work! This. was play, sport, a game, riv- 
alry, having an audience, for the whole kampong 
and those from the outlying districts would be there; 
men, women and children cheering and edging them 
ion, not alone for the prizes but the prestige it would 
