6 JOURNEY ACROSS THE MALAY PENINSULA. 
the sea) we immediately began the ascent of what looks like 
an isolated hill called Bérang. It is really, however, I 
should say, a long spur from the main range, over the end 
of which the water system passes, and which the Malay 
crosses as a short cut rather than follow the winding course 
of the river. The ascent is steep but short and of no great 
height, the highest point we reached being 1,734 feet above 
the sea, and from here the saddle is so narrow that Chung- 
gang can be plainly seen to the South-West and Kabut 
to the North-West. This saddle runs round in an E.-S.-East- 
erly direction, and the descent is very fatiguing. The spur 
seems to be only a few feet across the top, but unusually long, 
and you descend by seven steps, each with a long gradual rise, 
and then a very steep descent. The bottom of this spur we 
reached at 3.8 p.m., height 680 feet above the sea, and cross- 
ing and recrossing the River Buntu, which comes from the 
North, we camped at the Kuala Buntu, where it falls into the 
Kénor, and the combined rivers are here, for the first time, 
named the Lipis. The spot where the Buntu joins the Kénor 
is called Kuala Buntu, and this spot we reached at 3.40 P.m., 
eleven miles from the boundary and fifteen miles from our 
last camp at Sapor Batu. 
Sunday, 19th April:-—At 7 a.m. we left our camp, and walk- 
ing through burnt secondary growth along the banks of the 
Lipis in a North-easterly direction reached Permatang Linge 
at 8 a.m. ‘ihis place is 640 feet above the sea and still 344 
feet above Kuila Géliting on the Pérak side of the range. 
Kcuala Buntu to Permitang Linggi three miles. Fourteen 
miles from the latter place to the boundary, and twenty-five 
and a half miles at least from Kuala Géliting. Good Malay 
walkers can do the whole distance in a day. 
Tou Bakar, the headman of this district, met me on the 
road, and took us to his house at Permitang Linegi, where we 
were received with a salute from a few muskets. About a mile 
before reaching lermatang Linggi, I noticed the stream went 
over a bed rock of slate, and all the gold is found further down 
the river. Ton Bakar had prepared twenty-three small! rafts 
for us,on which we shall have to travel to Jéram Bésu—a rapid 
where, they tell us, it is necessary to leave the river and walk 
to Paichong. I found that Ton Bakar had never been in his 
