Tales of the Malayan Coast _ From Penang t - Rounsevelle Wildman

Then it struck me as peculiar that a monkey, after all the evidence of fright we had so lately witnessed ...

“Sudah mati (dead), Tuan,” he answered with dignity. “Tiger over there, Tuan. Sladang kill. I hid here ...

Baboo’s good tiger “Baboo catch tail, run too” (see page 26 ) “Kuching hurt Baboo. Baboo stick fing ...

whip Baboo?” His voice dropped to a pathetic little quaver, and he put up his hands with an appealing gestu ...

Baboo’s Pirates ...

An Adventure in the Pahang River There was a scuffle in the outer office, and a thin, piping voice was calli ...

Baboo and the Sikh “It was as though an elephant had been worried by a pariah cur” “Your Excellency,” he sa ...

Baboo wrenched from the guard’s grasp and glided up to my desk. The back of his open palm went to h ...

snatch up my cork helmet and spring into my cart, which Aboo Din had kept waiting inside the stables for the ...

So Baboo went with us to fight pirates. He unrolled his mat out on the bow where every dash of warm ...

against a swiftly flowing, muddy current. The great tangled roots of these trees stood up out of the water ...

I was half inclined to take Aboo Din’s advice and drop down the stream. Then it occurred to me t ...

through my dreams the crackle and breaking of glass seemed to mingle with the insistent buzz of the tiger-gn ...

The smell of warm blood filled the air, and a low snarl among the rubber-vines revealed the presence of ...

glass bottles—old bottles—Tuan no want old bottle—Baboo and Aboo Din, the father, put them on deck so ...

How we Played Robinson Crusoe ...

In the Straits of Malacca Two hours’ steam south from Singapore, out into the famous Straits of Malacca, or on ...

banian tree, whose wide-spreading arms extend over nearly half the little plaza. Below the lighthouse, and s ...

We are really in the heart of a small archipelago. All about us are verdure- covered islands. They are now ...

sandy beach, along which were scattered the charred embers of past fires. From under our feet darted the ...