me KUTA GLANGGI OR KLANGGI, 
Pol AN Ge 
BY 
Wieee AOE ON . 
gout this place there are many legends amongst the 
natives, but hitherto no European has ever been allowed 
» to visit it, and I think your readers will be pleased to 
have an account of it. Native rumour describes it as an 
ancient ruin, the inmates of which, as well as all their 
furniture and utensils, have been turned to stone. This 
is the substance of most of the native descriptions of the place. 
Here, they say, can be seen the old man of the house sitting 
on his chair by his oven or furnace, the ashes, or slag of which 
are strewn on the floor, whilst his tools are lying around him 
just as he had been using them when dissolution or petrifaction 
overtook him, and man and chair, oven, ashes, tools, a!l are turned 
to stone! Petrified loaves of bread are not wanting, and in an 
adjacent cupboard, to complete the picture, can be seen the flour 
and sugar which he had been in the habit of using, now ail flavour- 
less and turned to dust. In the course of narration, particulars in 
the native accounts accumulate, but it is needless to go further into 
details, 
The story was imparted to me whilst lying becalmed oppo- 
site Kwala Kuantan, and seven idle Malay boatmen under the com- 
bined influence of sri and réko’ ess sted in spinning the yarn. I 
must say that I was not deeply impressed with the truth of the 
narrative as a whole, but comparing what I heard with what I 
had previously seen on the Patani river, I was enabled to guess 
