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as none of the Chinese from Pulai would go with me into the 

 jungle. It was now the beginning of September, and the rainy 

 season was commencing, so we were likely to have a rather bad 

 time of it during our journey. The night before we started on 

 our second trip it rained very heavily, and in the morning all 

 the jungle paths in the low land were transformed into small 

 streams, and the rivers were all in Hood. For half a day we 

 followed a track which ran due south into Pahang, the borders 

 of which are only one day's journey from Pulai ; but coming 

 across an old Chinese gold mine, all overgrown with jungle, we 

 completely lost sight of the path, and after wasting some time 

 trying to find it again I decided to cut a path myself, going in 

 a more easterly direction as I was afraid we were getting too 

 far south. After doing this for some time we came across an- 

 other old disused path evidently leading to some other old 

 workings, and this we followed till evening, when we camped at 

 a small stream. Next day we reached a large limestone cliff, at 

 least 500' high, very long but narrow, being in one place 

 where a narrow passage ran right though it, not more than 20' 

 wide, whereas it must have been several miles long, for I started 

 to go round it, but after marching for one hour and seeing no sign 

 of the end of it, I gave it up and returned. AVe found a small 

 cave (Goa the Malays call them), and we camped in it for the 

 night, the Malays however preferring to sleep outside, as a cold 

 wind seemed to be coming down through some opening in the 

 roof. I sent a couple of my best men out to try and scale the 

 cliff and obtain a view of Tahan, which we had not yet seen on 

 this journey ; but they found it impossible to get up, the sides 

 being everywhere perpendicular or overhanging, and there were 

 no bushes or roots growing on the sides, to hold on by. The 

 following day we struck a branch of the Kateh river, which 

 ran in a southerly direction, and following it up we came to a 

 deep pool full of fish ; so I discharged a dynamite cartridge in 

 the midst of them, and that night my Malays had a real feast, 

 fresh fish being very scarce at Pulai, for there are none to be 

 found in the Utu Galas, where all the deep pools in the river 

 have long since been filled up by the washings from the gold 

 mines, leaving the fishes no place to breed or hide from their 

 enemies. We then ascended a ridge running parallel with the 



