280 KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES. 
The ridge of trickling rain like the flow of burnt resin. 
It is the country of young Sabit Bekait Selong Lanchong. 
His people go with the army, two of them claiming the 
foremost place: 
Tebingkar* Langit Luar, Bujang Bintang Ensaiar, 
And Kariring Tambak Aping, Bujang Bintang Betating 
These with Sampurei and Sapungga marched at the head 
of the army. 
They came to the rock of a thousand heights, the land 
of the cave tiger, 
The hill of Sandar Sumpit, the land of Ukit Peketan 
Payang. 
Klieng—Which is our way, cousin ? 
I know not: hitherto when on the war-path, I have only 
come as far as this. 
And Bunegkok went forward, and growled like a Melanau 
building a boat, 
Muttered lke a Sebaru men upside down. 
And lo! the way at once was clear and straight, 
A highway like the breast of the land turtle. 
Then began a rustling of the cardamom bushes, as the 
army marched by and was gone. 
They came to the highland of kelampai copse ; 
Where Tedai hung out to dry the tufted war-plumes ; 
To the level lowland where Chendan shaped the teny- 
alangt posts. 
And the army stopped there and rested. 
Cut down the Jibas tree in the jungle: who of us will 
form a company to spy out the land? 
‘“T for one,” said Sampurei Manok Tawei of the manang 
hawkbells. | 
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* T have not been able to discover the meaning of ‘“Tebingkar and Ka- 
riring.” There are many words in these ancient songs, whose signification 
the present generation of Dyaks has lost. Omitting these two terms, the 
rest stands thus: “The Wide Heaven, Young Shooting Star, The Aping 
(kind of palm) Plant, Young Star Constellation.” 
+ In the festivals to Singalang Burong, high poles are erected in front of 
the house, having on the tops of them carved figures of the rhinoceros horn- 
bill which is called by Dyaks tenyalang. 
