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safely trust the rickshaw man to take me to Mr. W. W. Bailey's bun- 
galow, where I had been invited to make my headquarters. He evidently 
knew the name, for he grinned, said “Bailee,” and started off. Far out 
into the country he took me, perspiring profusely, but keeping steadily 
at it. On the way we passed considerable plantations of Hevca, which 
I examined with interest. Finally he stopped at a gateway and pointed 
out a hillside bungalow and again said “Bailee” and intimated that 
he was ready to be paid. I did not quite share his confidence, however, 
and insisted that he accompany me up to the house, which with some 
reluctance he did. And it was lucky that I did so, for it soon developed 
that this was the bungalow of the plantation superintendent, who was 
absent, the house being in charge of the native servants. Not speaking 
A RIVER VIEW FROM KLANG. 
much Malay and they knowing no English, it was a bit difficult for 
me to make them understand what I wanted, but finally one of them 
mounted a bicycle and, inviting us to follow, led us back to Klang, and 
up to the real Bailey bungalow. The house was most beautifully situ- 
ated on a slight eminence with beautiful palms, foliage plants, and flowers 
in its gardens, and a view in the distance of the lofty istana of Selangor's 
sultan. 
I was at once cordially welcomed by Mr. Bailey and his beautiful 
wife, and entertained most delightfully. The next morning we drove 
over the road that I had traveled twice the day before, and went thor- 
oughly over both Lowlands and Highlands estates. After stopping at 
the bungalow of the superintendent, from which we had a fine view of 
