see from my bed, I thought it was a Malay going to murder the Resident,
against whom I fear there may be many a vendetta.



LETTER XIV (Continued)

Yachting in the Malacca Straits--A Tropic Dream--The Rajah
Moussa--Tiger Stories--A Grand Excitement--A "Man-Eating Kris"--A Royal
Residence--A Council of State--The Sultan's Attendants--The "Light of
the Harem"--The Sultan's Offering


S.S. "ABDULSAMAT," LANGAT RIVER, SELANGOR

I was glad to get up at sunrise, when the whole heaven was flooded with
color and glory, and the lingering mists which lay here and there over
the jungle gleamed like silver. Before we left, Mrs. Douglas gave me
tea, scones, and fresh butter, the first fresh butter that I have
tasted for ten months. We left Klang in this beautiful steam-launch,
the (so-called) yacht of the Sultan, at eight, with forty souls on
board.

I am somewhat hazy as to where I am. "The Langat river" is at present
to me only a "geographical expression." It is now past three o'clock,
and we have been going about since eight, sometimes up rivers, but
mostly on lovely tropic seas among islands. This is one of the usual
business tours of the Resident, with the additional object of
presenting a uniform to the Sultan. Besides Mr. Douglas there are his
son-in-law, Mr. Daly; Mr. Hawley, who has lately been appointed to a