4 AN UNEXPLORED CORNER OF PAHANG, 
Besi, there are a few Malay houses at long intervals, but above 
that there are none whatever, the whole of it being Sakei 
country. There is evidence however of ancient native settle- 
ment on a large scale, as there are groves of Durian and other 
fruit trees, now grown to the size of the other jungle trees, where 
doubtless the villages originally stood. None of the Malays 
of the present day seem to have any idea as to who were the 
ancient inhabitants, or what was the cause of the exodus. It is 
algo a noticeable fact that above Kuala Be-i the names of rivers, 
mountains, ete., are all Sakei. The land on each side of the 
Seran is of much better quality than the general run of land in 
Pahang, and the paucity of settlements on it is remarkable. 
About 8 hours poling above Kuala Besi, and toiling along 
slowly in a boat, against a rather rapid current, a huge mass 
of what I at first took to be smoke or fog loomed up amone 
the trees on the right bank. To my surprise on getting closer, I 
I found it to bea huge isolated Tor of limestone, fully 400 
feet high, the face of the cliff being quite perpendicular and 
snowy white. [then remembered that on one occasion, looking 
from the top of a high hill near the Silensing mine with a strong 
pair of glasses, we had made out a huge white mass in that 
direction, and many were our conjectures as to what it could 
be. Here was the mystery solved! About 50 feet up from 
the face of the cliff, I found a cave open to the front, capable 
of holding two to three hundred people, which is used as a 
camping ground by the Sakeis when out hunting, the limestone 
being blackened by the camp-fires of ages. 
The sight of this vast natural monument, so different to 
the ordinary monotony of the Pahang jungle, was so absorbing, 
that it was long ere I could leave it. There is a similar cliff at 
the upstream end of the Tor, so that the view whether go- 
ing up or down stream, is equally grand, and deep were my 
regrets that I had left my camera at home, and so could not get 
some photographs of it. The native name of this cliff is Gua 
Bumit. 
About two hours’ poling above that, a small stream, called 
Sungei Chok, comes in on the right bank, and there naviga- 
tion ceases, or at least ought to, for to takea boat farther up, 
