&A JOURNEY ON FOOT TO THE PATANI FRONTIER. 23 
' Troubled water betokened that we had commenced the passage 
of the rapids called Jeram Kling, and the exertions of the polers 
were redoubled. Every effort was required to keep the head of the 
canoe against the stream and nothing but marvellous intimacy 
with the different passages could have kept us clear of the rocks 
over which the river was bubbling and boiling. 
Evidence is not wanting that the country about here was at one 
time more thickly populated than it is at present. A grove of fine 
old durian trees on the left bank and a fringe of lighter green in 
front of them where the bamboos bent gracefully over the water, 
told of former cultivators, victims or fugitives, perhaps, in one of 
the unchronicled wars of former years. Here Datoh Sannatv, the 
erandfather of the late Sri Adika Raja, once lived and ruled, anda 
grim memorial of departed power, the batw pembunoh (execution 
rock), was pointed out further on, on the opposite bank. Butit was 
in vain to ask for stories of naughty wives, incautious lovers, or 
faithless slaves who may have perished here. The silent river 
itself could not more effectually conceal all evidence of sins and 
sinners than the mist of years their memory. Jambai, too, was 
empty and desolate, a few charred remains of Ismait’s huts, which 
had been burnt after his departure by the Salama men, and the 
deep footprints of his elephants in the sand being the only traces 
left of his sojourn. Yet Jambai was once the abode of a celebrated 
family, if Perak legends have any foundation, and J affirm that if 
the following story seems uninteresting in its English dress, it is 
because the adjuncts of open air and Malay scenery are wanting. 
Cue Putren Jampat and his wife were very poor people, who lived 
many generations ago at Pulo Kambiri on the Perak river. They 
had so few clothes between them that when one went out the other 
had to stay at home.* Nothing seemed to prosper with them, so 
leaving Pulo Kambiri, where their poverty made them ashamed to 
meet their neighbours, they moved up the river to the spot since 
called Jambai. Shortly after they had settled here Cuz Prren was 
_* The solar myth is plainly recognisable here. The husband and 
wite who are not seen together, but one of whom remains concealed when 
the other comes out, are evidently the sun and moon. [I have heard the 
same incidents introduced in legends in other parts of Perak, 
