970 KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES. 
Spirit of the Winds—O dead is our friend, beloved of heart! 
O dead ig our husband, beloved of body! . 
And uprose Bunsu Entayang from the spout of the leaping 
waterfall. | 
Uprose Bunsu Rembia from the top of the bee-trees ; 
And touched him with the knuckles of the fingers of the 
hands, 
And dropped upon him oil sweetly perfumed ; 
And there was a twitching in the soles of his feet, 
A throbbing of the pulse in the region of the heart : 
And Bulan Menyimbang stood up. 
He smelled an odour like the scented gharu of the hills ; 
He inhaled a perfume as of pressed cardamom flowers. 
And lo! there was cooked rice, a bambu-full, 
And dried fish a basket full. 
“ Whether for life or for death I will eat this rice,” says 
he. 
And he ate to his satisfaction. 
He smoked, holding the fumes in his mouth, 
He ate pinang, throwing the refuse away, 
And Bulan Menyimbang started to walk. 
He walked slowly holding on to the wing feathers of the 
swallow. 
IIe marched on holding to the beak of the hornbill. 
And there was heara a bocming sound hke the roar of the 
tidal bore, 
A rushing and crushing as of pelting rain. 
And Ngelai Bujang Pedar Umbang looked behind. 
Nyelai—O you are alive, friend! our friend lives! 
And the three went forward, and came to the highway like 
the breast of the land turtle, 
A path already made clear and good. 
Looking they saw a long house which a bird could only 
just fly through in a day. 
A short house through which a little tajak flies in a day. 
Nyelai— O that is an enemy’s house friend.’ 
And he donned his coat of hair woven by a woman of 
Sempok with deformed shoulder. 
