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KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES, 
Call them to the war to the zenith of the deep heavens. 
Tell them of Batu Jawa’s house on the hill of the fea- 
thery tufted lemba. 
Tell them of Tutong’s house at Batang Gelong Nyundong. 
| And the Wind Spirit arose and blew a strong blast, 
A violent tempest furiously raging. 
Broken were the struts and posts “of the houses. 
Uplifted were the shingles of split wood. | 
“ What wind is this blowing with such strength ? 
“¢ What rain is this beating without stint?” 
The Wind—We are not wind without object, not natural wind : 
We are wind inviting to the war on the skies following 
Bungkok who rescues the father and mother of Tu- 
tong. at the zenith of the roomy heavens. 
Chorus—This is the debt to be incurred, this is to be wished 
and sought for. 
Cut down the pempan tree, the rain chestnut : time it is 
we should be up and make ready. 
Sangeul Lalong descended from the cave covering the 
kendawang’s lair 
‘Tutong came from his country of encircling rocks. 
And many were their numbers, numerous as the dawn : 
Their heads as a myriad of spots. 
And there was a rustling of the cardamom bushes as the 
army rushed by and was gone. 
They came to the river Tapang Betenong at the foot of 
the Riong Waringin. 
“Omany are our pumbers s, more than sprats and minnows,’ 
“ More than the layers of the plantain buds.” 
“Try and search the companies, whetherall be come or not ” 
And Kumpang Pali arose and looked around, 
He looked to the left, they stretched beyond the range 
of his sight : 
He looked to the right, the sound of the rear was not to 
be heard. 
‘We are more in number then sprats and minnows, 
“More numerous than the layers in the plantain bud, 
