meeting, in which the aid of the Chairwoman's husband and
brothers had to be sought, in order to eject a solitary derisive man,
who successfully defied the assembled emancipated females to move him
from his position; but neither of these stories seems to me to
illustrate the inherent feebleness of women, when unaided by the ruder
sex, quite as forcibly as does the pleasant story of Tungku Aminah and
her brother, Tungku Indut.

IN COCK-PIT AND BULL-RING

There's joy in all sport, no matter the sort,
In each game that is fought for and won;
There's joy in the skill, that helps to a kill,
Be the weapon, rod, spear, or gun.
There's joy in the chase, in the rush of a race,
In all that is fierce and strong;
There's joy in the strife, that is war to the knife,
Let those who will, brand it as wrong.
But no joy that we know, in our life here below,
For man, or for bird, or for cattle,
Can come within sight of the gorgeous delight,
The glorious frenzy of battle!

Taking them by and large the Malays have no bowels. Physical pain, even
if endured by human beings, excites in them but little sympathy or
compassion, and to the beasts that perish they are often almost as
wantonly cruel as an English drayman. The theory that men owe any duties
to the lower animals, is one which the Malays cannot be readily made to
understand; and the idea of cruelty to a beast can only be expressed in
their language by a long and roundabout sentence. The Malays can hardly
be blamed for this perhaps, seeing that, even among our immaculate
selves, a consideration for animals is of comparatively modern origin,
and the people of the Peninsula, as I have been at some pains to show,
are in their ideas on many subjects, much what our ancestors were some
hundreds of years ago. A few animals, however, are hedged about and
protected by some ancient superstition, the origin of which is now
totally forgotten, but even these do not escape scot free. Thus, it is a
common belief among Malays, that, if a cat is killed, he who takes its
life, will in the next world, be called upon to carry and pile logs of
wood, as big as cocoa-nut trees, to the number of the hairs on the
beast's body. Therefore cats are not _killed_; but, if they become too
daring in their raids on the hen-coop, or the food rack, they are tied
to a raft and sent floating down-stream, to perish miserably of hunger.
The people of