KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES. 7 At 
He put on his war-cap of jungle fowl feathers. 
And girded on his sword tufted with hair, as big as an 
empty paddy bin. 
And set on his shoulder a sumpitan. 
And grasping the shield with slanting ends Ngelai started 
to advance. 
“Stop, friend,’ says Bungkok Arok Papong Engkiyong 
Bujang Pengema Ribis Basone, 
‘That is not an enemy’s house, it is my farm lodge,” 
““My house the worth of a rusa jar.’’* 
The three advanced, and saw a house of one door, a single 
row of posts, 
A beautiful house in the midst of a wilderness. 
Bulan—W hose sleeping place is this ? 
Itieng—That is the sleeping place of Laja, brother of Dara 
Lantang Sakumbang. 
This belongs to Ngelai Bujang Pedar Umbang. 
That to Tutong Bujang Lemandau Gendang. 
Bulan—And where is mine ? 
Klieng—Yon have none, Bulan Menyimbang. 
Bulan—You who have sleeping places are not more brave 
than I. 
In fighting with spears never did I run away. 
In fighting with swords never did I fear death. 
Klieng—Don’t talk so, Bulan Menyimbang 
Let us sit down here on this mat of well crossed warp; 
This Java mat with over-lapping ends. 
[ And Bungkok muttered growlings like thumpings of a 
Melanau building a boat, 
And talked like a Sebaru man upside down. | 
Kiieng—t Where are you, ye Spirits of Contending Winds? 
Strike the house of Sanggul Labong at the lair of the 
kendawang snake. 
* The property of Dyaks consists in great part of old earthenware jars, 
comparatively valueless in themselves; but highly prized by them, and rang- 
ing from $40 to $200 and $300 a piece. 
{ Klieng commands the winds to collect his army. 
