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resemble the refuse of afurnace, whilst the loaves are merely larger 
isolated stones covered in the same fashion. Far in the recesses of 
another cavern which branches off this, or rather a part of the same 
eayern, but to reach which one must ascend a smooth plateau which 
rises from the floor of the first, I found the flour and sugar secreted in 
one of nature’s cupboards. Between two round columns or sta- 
lactites, each topped with a crown of lotus leaves as symmetrical 
as 1f they had grown in the usual manner, was imbedded a vein 
of decomposed felspar, which the popular imagination had con- 
verted into household stores. 
I shall not proceed further with this description lest I should 
tire your patience, I have not told you one half of what interested 
me, and I myself did not see half of the mysterious underground 
passages with which this cavern is again undermined. I lost 
myself in one of those labyrinths into which I had ventured 
alone, and wandered about hopelessly for some time; at one turn 
I came to a spot where four or five galleries met, and away in the 
distance at the far end of one of them I saw a light glimmering like 
a star from its other entrance. Ithought of the story of ‘Sinbad 
the Sailor” and got lostin a reverie, when I was rudely awakened from 
my dream by the shouts of some of the party who had come in search 
of me. I tried to take a sketch of the main cavern, craning my 
neck to get a proper view of its roof, but I gave it up in despair. 
The breadth of this polygon from side to side each way was ninety- 
three paces, and I should guess the height at about one hundred 
and fifty feet. I am sure a couple of days would not exhaust all 
the branches and subterraneous passages of this wonderful cave, 
but my time was limited, and I was reluctantly compelled to return. 
Tt would not do, however, to pass away from these caves without 
reciting the legend of Kota Glanggi, as narrated to the company 
by one of the oldest men at the kampong, as we rested ourselves 
after our labours on a rock at the foot of Kota Papan. In olden 
times there was a Raja Gruanecr who had a beautiful daughter, 
whom the son of Raja Memsane of Lépis had fallen desperately 
nlove with. This son of MemBane got his father to open negocia- 
tions with Raja Granecr for the hand of his daughter. Raja 
GLaNGGr was willing enough and consented, but the person of the 
