BY TI-IE EE YD. W. HOWELL. 
209— Umbas alai kitai ne- 
bang melebu di jung- 
gur munggu, alai ki¬ 
tai ngading ti lelaki 
enggau ti indu beja- 
ko. 
210 — “Nama aum kitai ti 
ka jako? Nama se- 
maia kitai ti bedau 
udah tembu ?” 
211 — Besangkai di menoa 
aki Kongbali tinggi 
tulang blakang, be¬ 
sangkai d i menoa 
Menyayan bulan 
munjong jejampang. 
212— Besangkai di menoa 
ini Serempam tanah 
tumboh, besangkai di 
menoa endu Selindak 
tinggi boloh. 
213— “Sapa ti nyangkai ka 
jalong tugong pe - 
nangkup punjong 
pala ?” 
214— “Tu kami,” ko anak 
Briak benama Le- 
pang, Mentong bena¬ 
ma anak Lang. 
215— Sitak nyau bedim- 
nunda Kedandi nga- 
ki grenyang, nyau 
nyungkah nunda pe- 
nyangah jelu kijang. 
216— Niki ka pantai nen- 
gah tingah pala te- 
biang, nyau datai di 
rumah sa pintu, sa 
lawang, sa atap, sa 
penukang. 
Di 
It is time for us to fell the 
melebu trees at the end of 
the hill, in order that we 
can arrange for the men 
and women to speak. 
“Upon what subject are we ■ 
to deliberate at this meet¬ 
ing ? What are our pro¬ 
mises that we have not 
fulfilled?” 
They landed at the coun¬ 
try of grandfather Kong¬ 
bali of the high backbone, 
they landed at the coun- 
try of Menyayan the very 
top of whose head is grey. 
They landed at the coun¬ 
try of grandmother Se¬ 
rempam, the white ants' 
heap, they landed at the 
country of the dearly 
loved Selindak, the tail 
bamboo. 
‘Who landed the big cup 
that does service to cover 
the top of the head ?” 
‘Here we are,” say the son 
of Briak, called Lepang, 
and Mentong called the 
son of Lang. 
They stood up erect like 
the Kedandi roots, they 
started off quickly with, 
the speed of the barking 
deer. 
They landed and went by 
the most precipitous 
place, and arrived at a 
house with one door, one 
room, one roof, and one 
roof-window. 
