KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES. eS 
“ Thicker than the stringed hawkbells of iron. 
“Ts Sampurei here? Him [I have not seen. 
“Tf so, untimely will be our advance like the merunjan 
fruit of the uplands.” 
“Slow our march and fruitless too! 
““ Not so, let us onward ! 
“Nay if they come not, we do not proceed.” 
And Bungkok began to growl like a Melanau building 
a boat.* 
And to talk like a Sebaru man upside down. 
Kiveng—Where are you, ye tempests? I charge you to strike 
The 
the house of Tinting Lalang Kuning, 
The land where Linsing Kuning spat out the refuse of 
pinang. 
Where are you, ye contending winds? Strike the house 
of Tuchong Panggau Dulang. 
And the wind began to blow a violent storm, 
And struck the fruit trees unstintingly. 
Bent were the struts of medang wood : 
Sent flying were the shingles of red paung. 
Wind—* What wind is this that will not cease ? 
“ What rain is this that will not slacken ? 
“ We are not wind without object, natural wind: 
“We invite you to follow Bungkok to the war 
“ Against Tedai in the circle of the roomy heavens ; 
“ To visit Chendan at the half moon.’’ 
Chorus—* That is the thing to be bought and borrowed ; 
* 
‘¢' That is the debt to be incurred.” 
“ Cut down the mutun tree, time for us to start. 
“<The army is within hearing we can take a rest.” 
There is nothing peculiar about the boat-building of a Melanau, or talk 
of a Sebaru Dyak; the names are introduced simply to make rhyme. 
