BY THE BE YD. W. HOWELL. 
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225— Nyau diturun tangga 
tukun pisit dikeng- 
kang, nyau ngejang 
ka alau-alau b a k a 
perasau tebu t e n g - 
ang. 
226— —Sitak nyau biap-biap 
baka slampepat nye- 
lap petang. 
227— “Uling kitu ka prauh 
liling kita, imbai ka 
di tebiang pa la pan- 
tai.” 
228— Sitak nyau ngensurok 
bidok betajok ka pu- 
chok bedil sa ba- 
tang. 
229— Kejang ka menoa aki 
Konbali tinggi t u * 
bang blakang, kejang 
ka pengkalan a k i 
Menyavan Baban ba¬ 
ka punjong jejamp- 
ang. 
230— “Buka ira kitai tati 
penchalang.” Senga- 
yoh serta laboh sape- 
nyari rengguang, 
suar entak beansar- 
ansar nadai tegeng- 
gang. 
231— Antara menoa enda 
jauh, enda bulih sa- 
pengepai tunjok jari 
ampat, iya ga enda 
bulih sapengangau 
nyawa merangap, 
enda bulih sapemeda 
mata bekijap. 
232— Nyau tepantup di 
menoa endu Burak 
mali betanggi, upai 
mali betanggi beru- 
mah di kampong 
senggang. 
They descended the stair¬ 
case so closely notched, 
they left the railings so 
closely made like unto a 
wondrous field of wild 
canes. 
Still visible they went so 
swiftly like the brilliant’ 
fireflies seen at dusk. 
Steer hither vour one-sided 
boat, and put her along¬ 
side this high bank.” 
Alas, the little boat with 
the a w n i n g passed 
through underneath a 
cannon. 
They left the country of 
grand- father Kongbali of 
the high back-bone, they 
left the landing place of 
grand-father Menyayan 
Buban that is like to the 
top of the head. 
‘.Untie our bow painter.” 
The paddles dipped into 
the water like the thou¬ 
sand legs of the crayfish, 
the punting poles worked 
so excellently that the 
boat made easy passage, 
The distance between the 
countries is not far, hard¬ 
ly far enough to wave 
with the four fingers, nor 
to sing out with the open 
mouth, neither to look 
with the twinkling of the 
eyes. 
They touched at the coun¬ 
try of the dear loved Bu¬ 
rak, forbidden to wear a 
sun hat, although she 
built her house in the 
midst of senggang lilies. 
