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one particular lady in his mind when he set out upon his quest for wealth, for if you watch, you will see that the best work and the most blackguardly deeds of a man are alike usually due to the woman who sits at the back of his heart and is the driving power which impels him to good or to evil.

One day Kulop of the Hare-lip presented himself before To' Raja, as the latter lay smoking his opium-pipe upon the soft mats in his house, and informed him that as he was about to leave Pahang he had brought a present "trifling and unworthy of his acceptance"-which he craved the chief to honor him by receiving.

"When dost thou go down stream?" asked To' Raja, for the Jelai is in the far interior of Pahang, and if a man would leave the country by any of the ordinary routes, he must pass down that river, at any rate, as far as Kuala Lipis.

"Thy servant goes up stream," said Kulop of the Hare-lip.

To' Raja started.

"What?" said he, in a voice full of astonishment.

"Thy servant returns the way he came," said Kulop, calmly.

To' Raja burst out into a torrent of excited expostulation. It was death, certain death, he said for Kulop once more to attempt to traverse the Sakai country. The other ways were open, and no man would dream of staying him if he sought to return to his own country by land or sea. It was folly, it was madness, it was impossible. But to all these words Kulop of the Hare-lip turned a deaf ear. He knew Malay chieftains and all their ways and works sufficiently well, and he had paid too much toll to To' Raja already to have any desire to further diminish the amount of his honest earnings. If he wended his way homeward through inhabited country, he knew that he would have to comply

with the exactions of every chief through whose district he might pass, and this was a prospect that had few attractions for him. The Sakai, on the other hand, he despised utterly, and as he was physically incapable of feeling fear at this stage of the proceedings, he laughed at To' Raja's estimate of the risk he would run. Nay, he saw in the chief's words a cunning attempt to induce him to penetrate more deeply into a land in which he might be plundered with the greater ease. Accordingly he declined to be persuaded by To' Raja, and a day or two later he began his return journey through the forests.

He knew that it would be useless to attempt to induce any one to accompany him, so he went, as he had come -alone. The dollars for which he had exchanged his plunder were hard and heavy upon his back, and he was further loaded with rice and dried fish, but his weapons were as bright as ever, and to him they still seemed to be all the companions that a man need desire. He travelled on foot, for he could not pole a raft single-handed against the current, and he had to trust to such paths as he could find, guiding himself for the most part by the direction of the river. He passed many Sakai camps, which were all abandoned at his approach, and he halted in several of them to replenish his scanty stock of provisions, but he slept in the jungle.

It was on the evening of the second or third day that Kulop became aware of an unpleasant sensation. The moon was at the full, and he could see for many yards around him in the forest, and though no one was visible, he became painfully conscious that somebody was watching him. Occasionally he thought that he caught the glint of eyes in the underwood, and every now and again a dry twig snapped crisply, now to the right,

now to the left, now in front of him, now behind him. He started to his feet and sounded the sorak-the waryell-that pealed in widening echoes through the forest. A rustle in half-adozen directions at once showed him that the watchers had been numerous, and that they were now taking refuge in flight.

Kulop of the Hare-lip sat down again beside his fire, and a new and strange sensation began to grip his heart queerly. It was accompanied by an uneasy feeling in the small of his back, as though he momentarily expected to receive a spear-thrust there, and a clammy dampness rose upon his forehead, while of a sudden the skin behind his ears seemed strangely cold. Perhaps even Kulop of the Hare-lip needed no man to tell him that this was fear.

He replenished his fire and sat near it, trying to still the chattering of his teeth. If he could find himself face to face with an enemy, fear would leave him, he knew; but this eerie, uncanny feeling of being watched and hounded by foes whom he could not see struck him with palsy. As he sat he glanced uneasily over his shoulder from time to time, and at last he drew back against the trunk of a large tree, so that none might strike him from behind. As he sat thus, leaning slightly backwards, he chanced to glance up, and in a tree-top, some fifty yards away, he saw the crouching form of a Sakai silhouetted blackly against the moon-lit sky.

He leaped to his feet once more, and again the sorak rang out as he strove to tear his way through the underwood to the foot of the tree in which he had seen his enemy. But the jungle was thick, he lost his bearings quickly, and, weary with his exertions, torn with brambles, and sweating profusely, he was glad to make his way back to the fire again.

All through that terrible night Kulop of the Hare-lip strove to drive away sleep from his heavy eyes. The hours seemed incredibly long, and ne feared that the dawn would never, never come. One minute he would tell himself that he was wide awake, and a second later a rustle in the underwood startled him into a knowledge that he had slept. Horror and fear had their will of him, and those who know them are aware that there are no more skilled tormentors than they. A hundred times he leaped to his feet and sent the sorak ringing through the jungle, and each time those who watched him filed in panic. While he remained awake and on guard the Sakai feared him too much to attack him. His previous escape from the dart which they had seen pierce his side had originated in their minds the idea that he was invulnerable, so they tried no longer to slay him from a distance. This he quickly perceived, but fear clutched him once more when he speculated as to what would happen when he was at last forced to give way to the weight of weariness that was now oppressing him so sorely.

Presently a change began to creep over the forest in which he sat. A little stir in the trees around told him that the bird-folk were awakening. Objects which had hitherto been dark and shapeless masses in the shadows cast into prominence by the white moonlight, gradually assumed more definite shape. Later the colors of the trunks and leaves and creepers, still darker and dulled, but none the less color, began to be perceptible, and Kulop of the Hare-lip rejoiced exceedingly in that the dawn had come and the horrors of the night were passing away.

All that day Kulop, albeit weary almost to death, trudged onward through the forest; but the news had spread among the Sakai that their

enemy was once more among them, and the number of the jungle-folk, who dogged his footsteps, steadily increased. Kulop could hear their shrill whoops, as they called to one another through the forest, giving warning of his approach, or signalling the path which he was taking. Once or twice he fancied that he caught a glimpse of a little brown form, of two glinting eyes, of a straggling mop of frowzy hair, and then he would charge, shouting angrily. But the figure if indeed it had any existence save in his overwrought imagination—always ished as suddenly and as noiselessly as a shadow long before he could come within striking distance. Kulop of the Hare-lip found this far more terrible and frightening than the most desperate hand-to-hand fight could be, for the invisibility and the intangible nature of his enemy added the horrors of a fever-dream to the very real danger in which he now knew himself to stand.

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The night that followed that day was one of acute agony to the weary man, who dared not sleep, and about midnight he again marched forward through the forest, hoping thereby to elude his pursuers.

For an hour he believed himself to have been successful. Then the shrill yells broke out again, and at the sound Kulop's heart sank within him. Still he stumbled on, too dead tired to charge at his phantom enemy, too hoarse at last even to raise his voice in the sorak, but doggedly determined not to give in. But as he waxed faint the number and the boldness of his pursuers increased proportionately, till their yells sounded on every side, and Kulop seemed like a lost soul, winding his way to the Bottomless Pit, with an escort of rejoicing devils shouting a noisy chorus around him. Another awful day followed, and when once more the night shut down,

Kulop of the Hare-lip sank exhausted upon the ground. His battle was over. He could bear up no longer against the weight of his weariness and the aching longing for sleep. Almost as his head touched the warm, dark litter of dead leaves with which the earth of the jungle is strewn, his heavy eyelids closed and his breath came soft and regular. This was his surrender, for at last he knew himself to be beaten. He was half-way up the mountains now, and was almost in reach of safety, but

Ah, the little more—and how much it is,

And the little less-and what worlds away!

Kulop of the Hare-lip-Kulop the resolute, the fearless-Kulop 'the strong, the enduring, was at the end of his tether. He had been beaten-not by the Sakal, but by Nature, which no man may long defy-and in obedience to her he surrendered his will and slept.

Presently the underwood was parted by human hands in half a dozen different places, and the Sakai crept stealthily out of the jungle into the little patch of open in which their enemy lay at rest. He moved uneasily in his sleep-not because any noise on their part had disturbed him, for they came as silently as a shadow cast over a broad forest by a patch of scudding cloud-and at the sight the Sakai halted with lifted foot ready to plunge back into cover should their enemy awake. But the exhausted man was sleeping heavily, wrapped in the slumber from which he was never again to be aroused. The silent junglepeople, armed with heavy clubs and bamboo spears, stole to within a foot or two of the unconscious Malay. Then nearly a score of them lifted their weapons, poised them on high, and brought them down simultaneous

ly on the body of their foe. Kulop's limbs stretched themselves slowly and stiffly, his jaw fell, and blood flowed in twenty places. No cry escaped him, and the trembling Sakai looked down upon the dead face of their enemy, and knew that he had paid his debt to them in full.

They touched none of his gear, for they feared to be haunted by his ghost, and Kulop had nothing edible about him, such as the jungle-folk find it hard to leave untouched. Money had no meaning to the Sakai, so the silver dollars, which ran in a glistening stream from a rent made in their bag by a spear-thrust, were left glistening in the moonlight by the side of that still gray face, with the ghastly, Blackwood's Magazine.

pallid lip split upwards to the nostrils. There the Sakai took their leave of Kulop of the Hare-lip as he lay stretched beside the riches which he had bought at so dear a price.

If you want some ready money and a good kris and spear, both of which have done execution in their day, they are all to be had for the gathering in a spot in the forest not very far from the boundary between Pahang and Perak, but you must find the place for yourself, since the Sakai to a man will certainly deny all knowledge of it. Therefore it is probable that Kulop of the Hare-lip will rise up on the Judgment Day with his property intact. Hugh Clifford.

A DRESS REHEARSAL OF REBELLION.

AMONG THE MAROONS AT ANNOTTO BAY, JAMAICA.

For many days there had been unrest in Charles Town, one of the beautiful reservations of the Maroons. The word had gone round that the tribes were being defrauded of certain lands which Queen Victoria had given them and their heirs for ever a hundred years before. The elders were in frequent conference, and messengers came and went between the black man's hamlet, buried among its breadfruit trees and bananas on the northern coast, and the white advisers of the tribes in Kingston, away across the island on the southern shore. And the young men talked about fighting, and, when they gathered of evenings round the rum-shop at the turn of the road that makes for the Englishmen's plantations, they would wax heroic and perform prodigious feats with their machetes upon imaginary hosts. The secret, how

ever, was well kept, and the white men, a few miles off, had no idea that the Maroons were in unrest. One night the tribe, instead of going to sleep, assembled-it was at the full of the moon-on their little "common," and two hundred of the men folk had their machetes in their hands, and a number of the women had bundles upon their heads. On the road below stood saddled all the ponies of the village. There was rum in plenty; and there in the bright moonlight they lay about and sat in groups, drinking and talking and listening to the elders, who told them how they were being cheated out of their lands by English planters, and how they were now going to claim their rights by forcible entry of the white man's estates, and how, until their rights were assured, they were not going to move or be forced off the lands they encamped

upon. And then came the word to march, and, for good or evil, the men left their village. The elders and head-men mounted their ponies; the men with their machetes followed in a body, and after them came the women with loads on their heads; and so in the moonlight they disappeared round the turn of the road, and the rest of the village went to sleep. And dwellers by the road heard the passing of a large company, and in the morning asked each other what it was, but. so well had the Maroons kept their secret, none of the whites knew. By sunrise the black folk had reached their destination and camped by the roadside, and when day broke they marched upon the lands which they claimed. The laborers coming to their work found themselves with new masters, who forbade them to remove a bunch of bananas or a chip of logwood off the land, and set them to emptying the wagons which they had been filling yesterday.

The owners of the plantations riding their morning rounds found their places usurped by bands of sullen and insolent Maroons, who in reply to warnings that they were trespassing, and orders to leave the estate, were met by tu quoque. It was the white planter who was the trespasser, and he, and not the Maroon, who ought to quit the land. In proof of which the black men chopped a wire fence down with their machetes, just to show that they had right of way; sent a boy up a palm, who threw down the cocoanuts on it as evidence of their proprietorship; and, having ejected some Indian coolies from a cottage, established their camp in the middle of the Gibraltar estate, and on the top of a long stick hoisted a rag of white cloth, with the letters L. and M. on it, in a monogram, signifying "Loyal Maroon." which they called their flag. The women soon had fires lighted, and

while some of the band adjourned to a rum-shop on the edge of the estate, the rest lounged about smoking under the shady trees. By-and-by the news spread, and the tag-rag and bobtail of Annotto Bay and Buff Bay-black, brown and yellow, male and femalecame flocking to the scene, fraternizing with the invaders, and bringing in their train vendors of fruit and fish and bread-stuffs, who saw a new market and better prices for their wares. By noon that part of the plantation was like a fair-green, and, all the disorderly and disreputable women of the neighborhood having foregathered, there was rum-drinking galore, or fights and face-scratchings, or lewd dancing. A nasty, unlovely crowd they were, these Maroons and their friends, who held possession by force of numbers of the beautiful grassy slopes and pleasant woodlands of the Gibraltar estate. By next morning, Wednesday, 28th, the news of the Maroons' law-breaking had travelled over the island, and constabulary from other stations, by twos and threes, came upon the scene. Uniforms appeared, the Inspector-General (Colonel Fawcett) and his assistant (Captain Monsell) took up their quarters at the Court House, the Kingston train landed a squad of twenty constables, who marched with rifles into the little town. Englishmen from neighboring estates rode or drove over to "see the fun," and never had Annotto Bay seen so much life in its streets before. Reinforcements of Maroons, over sixty strong, and headed by mounted men, came trudging along the road, displaying with quite superfluous ostentation the machetes and clubs which they ordinarily carry about as a matter of course and without parade; at intervals small parties of negroesnot necessarily Maroons, but merely excitable "sympathizers"-would pass along singing at the top of their dis

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