A JOURNEY ON FOOT TO THE PATANI FRONTIER. t 
tion and to a party of Malays for escort, if I describe my own pre- 
parations for the journey. A rope hammock and a waterproot 
sheet in case of rain, a couple of changes of clothes, a boat lamp 
which would burn in a gale of wind, a rough map of the country in 
a bamboo case, a few tins of provisions, chiefly Liebig’s extract 
and chocolate and milk, a couple of small copper cooking pots of 
native manufacture and a small hand-bag containing toilet neces- 
saries and writing materials composed my equipment. Rice and 
fowls can be purchased at any Malay hut, if the proprietor is 
friendly, but in view of possible difficulties, I hada few tins of 
hermetically sealed provisions. Native cooking pots are much 
more convenient in the jungle than English saucepans, the handles 
of which stick out inmconveniently; beer, wine and spirits were 
luxuries which the difficulty of transport compelled me to Jeave be- 
hind, but a small stock of tea and sugar was taken. Costume it is 
unnecessary to describe, as every traveller or sportsman has his 
own ideas on the subject, but thick leather boots (English shooting 
boots or Army ammunition boots) and flax leggings may be men- 
tioned as indispensable for protection against the thorns and 
leeches of a Malay jungle. As for arms, [ burdened myself un- 
necessarily with a short Snider carbine (cavalry pattern) and 
twenty rounds of ammunition (in addition to a Colt’s revolver 
which I carried as a matter of precaution), but was not rewarded 
by any sport. An elephant, cow and calf were the only wild ani- 
mals which I saw on the journey, except pigs, from first to last. 
It was nearly midnight before Hast Apvpaxar finished doling 
out cartridges and rice to my followers, enjoining upon them care 
of the former and sparing consumption of the latter. Cue Karim 
sent down an addition to our matériel in the shape of a Spencer 
repeating rifle, which was appropriated by the Hasz and carried by 
him, till our return to Province Wellesley. The Salama Malays 
seemed to take much interest in our proceedings, and I got much 
well-meant advice and not a little useful information about the route 
to the Perak river. At length they took their departure, and left 
me to the peaceful enjoyment of the hardest wooden bedstead 
ever contrived by perverse human ingenuity, a legacy from the 
last European occupant of the quarters. 
March 26th. We were on the move betimes, and after a very 
