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Parang. About half way over the range I crossed a stream 
called Prenggan Junjong, just above a small waterfall. This 
stream runs into the Tasek River. The descent after crossing 
the last hill is very steep, but the country on the other side is 
level for a long distance. After leaving the hills, the path 
runs through lofty forest with patches of /a/ang grass here 
and there, shewing where former clearings have been made, 
up to the Sungei Punti, a small and very winding river. 
The route then lay along the sandy bed of the stream which 
we repeatedly crossed to avoid going round all the turnings, 
and finally bore off towards the left to a deserted kampong 
formerly occupied by one HADI, who, with five others, was 
hanged at Bukit Tengah some years ago for a gang robbery 
and murder at Tasek village. A few fruit trees remain, but 
the place is rapidly relapsing into jungle. A little further on 
I came to the Serdang River, which runs into the Krian, a day’s 
journey (according to my guides) from the place where I 
crossed it. I noticed two Malay graves on the bank of the 
river at this spot. A little beyond the river, the track which 
we had been following joins a much broader path, which runs 
from the village of Sungei Serdang to some tin-mines on Sun- 
gei Trap, which had lately been established by a number of Su- 
matra Malays (orang rawah), refugees from Larut. Avoiding 
the village of Sungei Serdang (thirty houses), which was, I was 
told, a considerable distance off on our right and would have 
been out of our way though it would have afforded shelter 
for the night, we followed the road to the left for some dis- 
tance, and then turned off (again to the left) along a path 
leading to Dingin. Finding that it was impossible to reach 
Dingin, much less Selama, on that evening, I halted at about 
3.30 p.m. on a piece of rising ground called Serdang Kudong, 
and camped out for the night in the jungle. On Saturday, 
October 1oth, we startedagain soon after 6 a.m., and reached 
Sungei Trap in about half an hour. It is a larger river than 
the Serdang, and, like it, runs into the Krian. We followed 
the course of the Sungei Trap for some distance, crossing it 
four times to avoid making circuits. The path was a tolerably 
well beaten track, and the walking was easy enough, except 
where swamps had to be crossed. At Sungei Krising, a com- 
