MALUDU BAY. 



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bottom, half buried in sand, and wliicli generally break 

 your net The time of rising tide I Jiave always fouad 

 the heat for fishing : ^nUi a, falltng tide, I imagine, the fish 

 go out into deep water. 



December 9th, we inveighed, and stood into Maludu 

 Bay, On our ^^ay we fell in witli a native prahu, 

 belonghig to Seriff Ilnsseia, a son of the unfortunate 

 Seriff Osman, who made such a gallant resistance in 

 August, 1845, up the Maludu River, whon attacked by 

 the boats of the fleet, under Captain Talbot of tlie Vestal. 

 He Cfime on board, not witliout certain apprehensions 

 which he tried in vain to conceal^ and waa ushered into 

 the presence of the "Tuan Besar" (Brooke), whose name 

 alone in these seas appears to insure those who like to 

 come to him protection and kind treatment. I^ot much 

 information coukl be gained fi'Oin tliis w^orthy at the firat 

 interview : during tlie second, he and the chiefe with him 

 admitted that nothing could be worse than the unpro- 

 tected state and want of government, imdcr which they 

 hved ; tliat each petty cMef quarrelled with and attacked 

 his weaker neighbom-s, while they, in turn, lived in 

 constant dread of an attack from the more formidable 

 Bajow, or Soloo pirates. 



We anchored well up the bay, aod sent on shore to 

 communicate with the chiefs. The following morning a 

 deputation came on board, when we were informed of the 

 breaking up and dispersion of the Labok Bay pirates. 



These people, wlio visited the ship, were particularly 



