A JOURNEY ON FOOT TO THE PATANI FRONTIER. 39 
latter part of his flight towards the Kedah border, and had been 
attacked by the male elephant on which he rode, dragged along 
the ground and trampled on. He was lucky to have escaped with 
his life. No bone was broken, but the whole of the calf of one leg 
had been nearly torn away from the bone. A month or two had 
elapsed since the accident, and the patient seemed to be getting on 
fairly well under rude Malay treatment ; the usual native remedy, 
fire, had been used to some extent apparently, for the limb was 
scorched and blackened. Leaning against the fence outside Lessy 
Kastm’s house was a Sakai youth, whose appearance seemed to 
interest my Province Wellesley men very much. He had the 
restless eyes of a wild animal and never kept them fixed upon any 
person or object; in fact he seemed to look right and left or up 
and down without moving his head. He gave his name as Lecua 
(mud), people of his race being generally named from some 
characteristic of the locality in which they happen to be born. 
No rice or information was to be got at Bétang, so we went on, 
after only a short delay, to Kampong Padang, a considerable hamlet 
in a pretty grove of fruit trees adjoining extensive rice-fields 
which seemed to be excellently cultivated. All the men of the 
village were assembled under the trees near the Penghulu’s house, 
and seemed to await our approach somewhat uneasily. Moat 
of them were armed with spears or krises, a few only had 
firearms. There was a sulky silence when I asked for the 
Penghulu, and when at length he was identified, he seemed any- 
thing but disposed to give us a friendly reception. The most civil 
explanations that we wanted shelter and rice and were willing to 
pay for both met with the unpromising reply that there was no 
house which we could have and no rice for sale. My conversation 
with the Penghulu was broken short by high words in another 
part of the group where some of the Malays who were with me, 
disgusted with the attitude of the villagers, had begun to use 
strong language and had started a very promising quarrel. Nothing 
would have been more unwelcome to me than any collision in 
Patani, where I probably had little right to be, and the suppression 
of the incipient disturbance had an excellent effect, for the Pen- 
ghulu began to believe that our intentions were not hostile after 
