32 A JOURNEY ON FOOT TO THE PATANI FRONTIER. 
April 3rd.—A wizened little old mau named AsputL Raor, a 
messenger from Kuturp Momamen, arrived early in the morning 
with the news that Sayyid Maumup (Orang Kaya Besar) was on 
his way to see me. Shortly afterwards he arrived, attended by 
Kurve Mowamep and the old Mengkong of Tumulong, and followed 
by a string of spear-men and hangers-on. He was elaborately 
dressed in a green silk jacket flowered with gold, and was obsequi- 
ously addressed as “'Tunku” by all his attendants. 
The interview which followed took place in the Penghulu’s house. 
Sayyid Maumup professed the utmost friendliness, said that as 
long as Sultan Ismatn had remained in Perak he had felt bound 
to follow him, but that since the ex-Sultan had passed over into 
Kedah, he was free to bestow his political allegiance elsewhere. 
He spoke feelingly of the distress which the fugitives in Ulu Perak, 
himself among the number, had suffered during ther flight, in 
consequence of the scarcity of provisions. Various agricultural 
occupations were taking him, he said, up to the North, his people 
having settled temporarily near Jeram Panjang (‘the long rapids’), 
so he could not accept Captain SprEpy’s invitation to go to Kwala 
Kangsa. This was an opportunity of avoiding several days’ marching, 
which. did not escape Haji Abubakar, and at his suggestion it was 
arranged that he and one or two others should accompany Sayyid 
Maumvp in his boat up the river and rejoin me at Kwala Kendrong. 
Then, with many speeches of a reassuring nature to my new ally, and 
many farewells to Tou Ttn andthe Malays of Lunggong, I left 
their hospitable Lampong. The order of march was much the same 
as it had been between Salama and Tampan, the men having to 
earry their rations and cooking-pots besides their arms, but our 
numbers were augmented by five guides and three coolies (Patani 
Malays) and the seven Mandheling men from the Tampan stockade 
whom I have already mentioned. The path which we followed 
leads ina N. W. direction through the kampongs and padi fields of 
Gelok and Sumpitan. All the inhabitants were in the fields busy 
with the padi harvest, and the houses stood empty, a fact which 
seemed to the Province Wellesley men to speak volumes for the 
honesty of Patani Malays. Sumpitan boasts of a tin mine, which 
is worked by a few Chinese, but I did not see it, for we crossed 
