KLIENG’S WAR-RAID TO THE SKIES. 281 
‘“‘T for another,’’ said Sapungga Bujang Medang. 
Kariring was another, Young Aping, the star-cluster 
youth. 
These three went forward walking in single file ; 
And arrived at the house of Pintik Sabang, watcher of 
the spirits which cannot see. 
“© O that is Sampurei.’” Up they started and flung spears, 
missing on either side. 
They fought with swords reaching far over the shoulder. 
“« This is the enemy,’ shouted Sampurei. 
And they fought with spears like the thumping of the 
boat-builders. 
They struck with swords as if cutting through the pandan 
bushes. 
All day they strove ; at night they returned. 
The Army—Well what news bring ye, ye who spy out the land ? 
“ We could not find the way: ”’ they reply. 
Army-—- In vain we trust to you: 
Talk no more of the clever-speaking maidens. 
Cease to think of the pretty girls, as they totter going 
over the tree-stems. 
KNeng—Since it is thus, let me be the spy. 
You go with me, Laja, brother of the virgin Lantan 
Sakumbang. 
You also, Ngelai, Bujang Pedar Umbang. 
Let us three go alone. 
ee i: go with you,’ said Sampurei, the youth who never 
ags. 
And Bungkok rose up, and donned _ his coat of black hair 
all glistening, 
Over it a cotton padded coat, woven by Bunsu Rembia 
who rides the flood-tide wave. | 
Slowly be walked holding to the wings of the swallow.* 
Swiltly he ran, quicker than the speed of the gazelle.* 
* A mystifying contradiction, specimens of which are found in other 
songs, as when Ini Manang gives this puzzling answer to an inquiry about 
distance. “If you start in the morning, you will be a night on the way ; if 
“you start in the evening you will get there at once.” So above, Klieng 
spoke of the same house as long and short. 
