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THE MYTHOLOGY OF THE DYAKP. 
Scarcely were they asleep when Kassim was visited by 
a dream which made his hair stand on end. He saw 
the white pig advancing towards him bearing on its back 
a terrible rider, who, fixing his piercing eyes on him, up¬ 
braided him in these words ; Look here, said he, pointing to 
his pig, “ this is my horse (hajaran), you have given chase 
to it, you have attempted to kill it, but fortunately you did 
not succeed, or you would have forfeited your life. Even now 
you shall not come off easily, unless you leave this place in¬ 
stantly.” After these words horse and rider disappeared 
and Kassim awoke, shuddering all over. At the break of day 
they prepared for departure from the haunted place. But 
how to cross the mouth of the Lopak? The wind was right 
ahead and the waves struck against the boat, increasing in 
height as they advanced towards the sea. There was no 
possibility of getting away. However great the fear of 
Kassim and his anxiety to leave that awful place be* 
hind, yet he was compelled by the contrary wind to post¬ 
pone his departure. Evening had'not yet arrived, however, 
when the threat of the rider on the white pig, or of Behutei, 
for it was he, was completely fulfilled. Both the arms of 
Kassim were attacked by a terrible pain, and his hands sud¬ 
denly became lame, so that he could not possibly move them 
any more. On his return to Pulo Petak he came to the 
writer asking for some physic, but notwithstanding the great¬ 
est care bestowed on him, for a whole month he could not 
carry his hands to his head, and, had to be fed by his mother 
like a child. 
Besides Behutei, who makes his power of transforming him¬ 
self the means of annoying mankind, his allies, the IclinlNya* 
ring, Krian & Pvjut are in some respects equally dangerous, 
since they suddenly and unxepectedly rush upon their victims 
and lodge themselves without further ceremony in the midst 
of theifr hearts, upon which the victims immediately become 
raving mad, and commit strange if not horrible actions. One 
must take care not to come close to such a demoniac, especial¬ 
ly if knives or spears are at hand ; their fury, once roused, 
has no bounds, and their strength is more than natural. 
Last year Demang , the chief of Mentanger, with two of his 
friends, were cruelly murdered byfsuch a lunatic. Demang had 
just seated himself for a bichara in the presence of a large num¬ 
ber of people silting round him in a circle. The demoniac 
was next the chief and for sometime quietly participated in the 
conversation ; suddenly, however, hurt by some reproachful re¬ 
marks of Demang, he looked wildly round and seeing on the 
wall a sumpiUn with a sort of bayonet, he rushed forward and 
