KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES, 267 
He is between Ngelai and Bujang Bulan Menyimbang. 
He is the Traveller whose cleverness Is great. 
When he eats rice, at his touch it tastes like chestnut. 
The remains of his drink tastes like honey of the bee. 
Ngelat asks him,— 
“ What, friend, is the object of your visit to our country ?” 
“ What news have you to tell?” 
Klieng—None, friend, except that Lam weary of pounding 
rice and fetching water. 
Ngelai—O you want to get married. 
Klieng—Even so: I wish you to go with me to ask Ku- 
mang to marry me. 
Ngelai—How can you marry whose country is unknown ? 
Klieng—My country is the highland of light soil, which touched 
becomes sago, 
The Lake Barai, where bathe flocks of birds. 
So they began to cut the knotty branches, as the evening 
was far enough advanced to begin discussion. 
Negelai arranged his armlets of shell with distinctly cut 
grooves— 
Arranged his plumes of hair lke shoots of the young fern— 
Arranged his turban like the coil of the black cobra. 
Bungkok also arrayed himself : his waist-cloth was of bark, 
His turban a bit of dried tehalong* bark, 
His armlets were a twist of rotan. 
They went to the other end of the woven-walled house, 
Walking after each other keeping step ; 
And came to the room of Tutong. 
Tutong—Sit down, friends, on, the rofam mat woven by Le- 
mantan of the land of Entigelam. 
Sit on the mat woven in sprigs by Lemok called the star- 
lke Lulong. 
Eat the pinang just coming into ripeness. 
Eat the little pinang gathered from the midst of the 
fruit trees ; 
* Owing to my ignorance of botany, I can only, as a rule, give the native 
names of plants. 
