Identifier: goldenchersonese00birduoft (find matches)
Title: The golden Chersonese and the way thither
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Bird, Isabella L. (Isabella Lucy), 1831-1904
Subjects: Malay Peninsula -- Description and travel China -- Description and travel
Publisher: London Murray
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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-wounded. 320 THE GOLDEN CHERSONESE. i.ktter xx. On landing we met a very bright intelligent-lookingyoung Malay with a train of followers, a dandy almost,in white trousers, short red sarong, black hajw with goldbuttons, gold watchguard, and red headdress. The ex-pression of his face was keen and slightly scornful. Thisis Eajah Dris, a judge, and the probable successor to thePerak throne. The present llesident thinks highly bothof his character and his abilities, and he is very popularamong his countrymen. He walked with us as far asthe mosque, and I heard him ask questions about me.The Mussulmen of the village, several of them beingHadjis, were assembling for worship, lounging outside themosque till the call to prayer came. Ablutions beforeworshipping are performed in floating baths in the river.The trade of Kwala Kangsa seems in the hands of theChinese, with a few Klings among them, and they havea row of shops.
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LETTER XX. A JOYOUS WELCOME. 321 LET TEE XX.—Continued. Feb. 17.—I was very glad that yesterday was Sunday,so that I had a quiet day, for nearly twelve hours ofjungle riding on an elephant makes one very stiff andsleepy. Three days of solitude, meals in the companyof apes, elephant excursions, wandering about alone, andfree, open air, tropical life in the midst of all luxuriesand comforts, have been very enchanting. At night, whenthe servants had retired to their quarters and the apes tothe roof, and I was absolutely alone in the bungalow, thesilent Oriental sentries motionless below the verandahcounting for nothing, and without a single door or windowto give one the feeling of restraint, I had some of the Im monarch of all I survey feeling; and when drumbeat and bugle blast, and the turning out of the Sikhguard, indicated that the Eesident was in sight, I felt alittle reluctant to relinquish the society of animals, andmy sohtary reign, which seemed almost ancient also.Wlien Mr. L

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