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The Gold Bat/Chapter 16

It was a curious thing in connection with the matches between Ripton and Wrykyn, that Ripton always seemed to be the bigger team. They always had a gigantic pack of forwards, who looked capable of shoving a hole through one of the pyramids. Possibly they looked bigger to the Wrykinians than they really were. Strangers always look big on the football field. When you have grown accustomed to a person’s appearance, he does not look nearly so large. Milton, for instance, never struck anybody at Wrykyn as being particularly big for a school forward, and yet today he was the heaviest man on the field by a quarter of a stone. But, taken in the mass, the Ripton pack were far heavier than their rivals. There was a legend current among the lower forms at Wrykyn that fellows were allowed to stop on at Ripton till they were twenty-five, simply to play football. This is scarcely likely to have been based on fact. Few lower form legends are.

Jevons, the Ripton captain, through having played opposite Trevor for three seasons—he was the Ripton left centre-three-quarter—had come to be quite an intimate of his. Trevor had gone down with Milton and Allardyce to meet the team at the station, and conduct them up to the school.

“How have you been getting on since Christmas?” asked Jevons.

“Pretty well. We’ve lost Paget, I suppose you know?”

“That was the fast man on the wing, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we’ve lost a man, too.”

“Oh, yes, that red-haired forward. I remember him.”

“It ought to make us pretty even. What’s the ground like?”

“Bit greasy, I should think. We had some rain late last night.”

The ground was a bit greasy. So was the ball. When Milton kicked off up the hill with what wind there was in his favour, the outsides of both teams found it difficult to hold the ball. Jevons caught it on his twenty-five line, and promptly handed it forward. The first scrum was formed in the heart of the enemy’s country.

A deep, swelling roar from either touch-line greeted the school’s advantage. A feature of a big match was always the shouting. It rarely ceased throughout the whole course of the game, the monotonous but impressive sound of five hundred voices all shouting the same word. It was worth hearing. Sometimes the evenness of the noise would change to an excited crescendo as a school three-quarter got off, or the school back pulled up the attack with a fine piece of defence. Sometimes the shouting would give place to clapping when the school was being pressed and somebody had found touch with a long kick. But mostly the man on the ropes roared steadily and without cessation, and with the full force of his lungs, the word “Wrykyn!”

The scrum was a long one. For two minutes the forwards heaved and strained, now one side, now the other, gaining a few inches. The Wrykyn pack were doing all they knew to heel, but their opponents’ superior weight was telling. Ripton had got the ball, and were keeping it. Their game was to break through with it and rush. Then suddenly one of their forwards kicked it on, and just at that moment the opposition of the Wrykyn pack gave way, and the scrum broke up. The ball came out on the Wrykyn side, and Allardyce whipped it out to Deacon, who was playing half with him.

“Ball’s out,” cried the Ripton half who was taking the scrum. “Break up. It’s out.”

And his colleague on the left darted across to stop Trevor, who had taken Deacon’s pass, and was running through on the right.

Trevor ran splendidly. He was a three-quarter who took a lot of stopping when he once got away. Jevons and the Ripton half met him almost simultaneously, and each slackened his pace for the fraction of a second, to allow the other to tackle. As they hesitated, Trevor passed them. He had long ago learned that to go hard when you have once started is the thing that pays.

He could see that Rand-Brown was racing up for the pass, and, as he reached the back, he sent the ball to him, waist-high. Then the back got to him, and he came down with a thud, with a vision, seen from the corner of his eye, of the ball bounding forward out of the wing three-quarter’s hands into touch. Rand-Brown had bungled the pass in the old familiar way, and lost a certain try.

The touch-judge ran up with his flag waving in the air, but the referee had other views.

“Knocked on inside,” he said; “scrum here.”

“Here” was, Trevor saw with unspeakable disgust, some three yards from the goal-line. Rand-Brown had only had to take the pass, and he must have scored.

The Ripton forwards were beginning to find their feet better now, and they carried the scrum. A truculent-looking warrior in one of those ear-guards which are tied on by strings underneath the chin, and which add fifty per cent to the ferocity of a forward’s appearance, broke away with the ball at his feet, and swept down the field with the rest of the pack at his heels. Trevor arrived too late to pull up the rush, which had gone straight down the right touch-line, and it was not till Strachan fell on the ball on the Wrykyn twenty-five line that the danger ceased to threaten.

Even now the school were in a bad way. The enemy were pressing keenly, and a real piece of combination among their three-quarters would only too probably end in a try. Fortunately for them, Allardyce and Deacon were a better pair of halves than the couple they were marking. Also, the Ripton forwards heeled slowly, and Allardyce had generally got his man safely buried in the mud before he could pass.

He was just getting round for the tenth time to bottle his opponent as before, when he slipped. When the ball came out he was on all fours, and the Ripton exponent, finding to his great satisfaction that he had not been tackled, whipped the ball out on the left, where a wing three-quarter hovered.

This was the man Rand-Brown was supposed to be marking, and once again did Barry’s substitute prove of what stuff his tackling powers were made. After his customary moment of hesitation, he had at the Riptonian’s neck. The Riptonian handed him off in a manner that recalled the palmy days of the old Prize Ring—handing off was always slightly vigorous in the Ripton v. Wrykyn match—and dashed over the line in the extreme corner.

There was anguish on the two touch-lines. Trevor looked savage, but made no comment. The team lined up in silence.

It takes a very good kick to convert a try from the touch-line. Jevons’ kick was a long one, but it fell short. Ripton led by a try to nothing.

A few more scrums near the halfway line, and a fine attempt at a dropped goal by the Ripton back, and it was half-time, with the score unaltered.

During the interval there were lemons. An excellent thing is your lemon at half-time. It cools the mouth, quenches the thirst, stimulates the desire to be at them again, and improves the play.

Possibly the Wrykyn team had been happier in their choice of lemons on this occasion, for no sooner had the game been restarted than Clowes ran the whole length of the field, dodged through the three-quarters, punted over the back’s head, and scored a really brilliant try, of the sort that Paget had been fond of scoring in the previous term. The man on the touch-line brightened up wonderfully, and began to try and calculate the probable score by the end of the game, on the assumption that, as a try had been scored in the first two minutes, ten would be scored in the first twenty, and so on.

But the calculations were based on false premises. After Strachan had failed to convert, and the game had been resumed with the score at one try all, play settled down in the centre, and neither side could pierce the other’s defence. Once Jevons got off for Ripton, but Trevor brought him down safely, and once Rand-Brown let his man through, as before, but Strachan was there to meet him, and the effort came to nothing. For Wrykyn, no one did much except tackle. The forwards were beaten by the heavier pack, and seldom let the ball out. Allardyce intercepted a pass when about ten minutes of play remained, and ran through to the back. But the back, who was a capable man and in his third season in the team, laid him low scientifically before he could reach the line.

Altogether it looked as if the match were going to end in a draw. The Wrykyn defence, with the exception of Rand-Brown, was too good to be penetrated, while the Ripton forwards, by always getting the ball in the scrums, kept them from attacking. It was about five minutes from the end of the game when the Ripton right centre-three-quarter, in trying to punt across to the wing, miskicked and sent the ball straight into the hands of Trevor’s colleague in the centre. Before his man could get round to him he had slipped through, with Trevor backing him up. The back, as a good back should, seeing two men coming at him, went for the man with the ball. But by the time he had brought him down, the ball was no longer where it had originally been. Trevor had got it, and was running in between the posts.

This time Strachan put on the extra two points without difficulty.

Ripton played their hardest for the remaining minutes, but without result. The game ended with Wrykyn a goal ahead—a goal and a try to a try. For the second time in one season the Ripton match had ended in a victory—a thing it was very rarely in the habit of doing.

The senior day-room at Seymour’s rejoiced considerably that night. The air was dark with flying cushions, and darker still, occasionally, when the usual humorist turned the gas out. Milton was out, for he had gone to the dinner which followed the Ripton match, and the man in command of the house in his absence was Mill. And the senior day-room had no respect whatever for Mill.

Barry joined in the revels as well as his ankle would let him, but he was not feeling happy. The disappointment of being out of the first still weighed on him.

At about eight, when things were beginning to grow really lively, and the noise seemed likely to crack the window at any moment, the door was flung open and Milton stalked in.

“What’s all this row?” he inquired. “Stop it at once.”

As a matter of fact, the row had stopped—directly he came in.

“Is Barry here?” he asked.

“Yes,” said that youth.

“Congratulate you on your first, Barry. We’ve just had a meeting and given you your colours. Trevor told me to tell you.”

title: The Gold Bat/Chapter 16


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The Gold Bat/Chapter 17

For the next three seconds you could have heard a cannonball drop. And that was equivalent, in the senior day-room at Seymour’s, to a dead silence. Barry stood in the middle of the room leaning on the stick on which he supported life, now that his ankle had been injured, and turned red and white in regular rotation, as the magnificence of the news came home to him.

Then the small voice of Linton was heard.

“That’ll be six d. I’ll trouble you for, young Sammy,” said Linton. For he had betted an even sixpence with Master Samuel Menzies that Barry would get his first fifteen cap this term, and Barry had got it.

A great shout went up from every corner of the room. Barry was one of the most popular members of the house, and every one had been sorry for him when his sprained ankle had apparently put him out of the running for the last cap.

“Good old Barry,” said Drummond, delightedly. Barry thanked him in a dazed way.

Every one crowded in to shake his hand. Barry thanked then all in a dazed way.

And then the senior day-room, in spite of the fact that Milton had returned, gave itself up to celebrating the occasion with one of the most deafening uproars that had ever been heard even in that factory of noise. A babel of voices discussed the match of the afternoon, each trying to outshout the other. In one corner Linton was beating wildly on a biscuit-tin with part of a broken chair. Shoeblossom was busy in the opposite corner executing an intricate step-dance on somebody else’s box. M’Todd had got hold of the red-hot poker, and was burning his initials in huge letters on the seat of a chair. Every one, in short, was enjoying himself, and it was not until an advanced hour that comparative quiet was restored. It was a great evening for Barry, the best he had ever experienced.

Clowes did not learn the news till he saw it on the notice-board, on the following Monday. When he saw it he whistled softly.

“I see you’ve given Barry his first,” he said to Trevor, when they met. “Rather sensational.”

“Milton and Allardyce both thought he deserved it. If he’d been playing instead of Rand-Brown, they wouldn’t have scored at all probably, and we should have got one more try.”

“That’s all right,” said Clowes. “He deserves it right enough, and I’m jolly glad you’ve given it him. But things will begin to move now, don’t you think? The League ought to have a word to say about the business. It’ll be a for them.”

“Do you remember,” asked Trevor, “saying that you thought it must be Rand-Brown who wrote those letters?”

“Yes. Well?”

“Well, Milton had an idea that it was Rand-Brown who ragged his study.”

“What made him think that?”

Trevor related the Shoeblossom incident.

Clowes became quite excited.

“Then Rand-Brown must be the man,” he said. “Why don’t you go and tackle him? Probably he’s got the bat in his study.”

“It’s not in his study,” said Trevor, “because I looked everywhere for it, and got him to turn out his pockets, too. And yet I’ll swear he knows something about it. One thing struck me as a bit suspicious. I went straight into his study and showed him that last letter—about the bat, you know, and accused him of writing it. Now, if he hadn’t been in the business somehow, he wouldn’t have understood what was meant by their saying ‘the bat you lost’. It might have been an ordinary cricket-bat for all he knew. But he offered to let me search the study. It didn’t strike me as rum till afterwards. Then it seemed fishy. What do you think?”

Clowes thought so too, but admitted that he did not see of what use the suspicion was going to be. Whether Rand-Brown knew anything about the affair or not, it was quite certain that the bat was not with him.

O’Hara, meanwhile, had decided that the time had come for him to resume his detective duties. Moriarty agreed with him, and they resolved that that night they would patronise the vault instead of the gymnasium, and take a holiday as far as their boxing was concerned. There was plenty of time before the Aldershot competition.

Lock-up was still at six, so at a quarter to that hour they slipped down into the vault, and took up their position.

A quarter of an hour passed. The lock-up bell sounded faintly. Moriarty began to grow tired.

“Is it worth it?” he said, “an’ wouldn’t they have come before, if they meant to come?”

“We’ll give them another quarter of an hour,” said O’Hara. “After that—”

“Sh!” whispered Moriarty.

The door had opened. They could see a figure dimly outlined in the semi-darkness. Footsteps passed down into the vault, and there came a sound as if the unknown had cannoned into a chair, followed by a sharp intake of breath, expressive of pain. A scraping sound, and a flash of light, and part of the vault was lit by a candle. O’Hara caught a glimpse of the unknown’s face as he rose from lighting the candle, but it was not enough to enable him to recognise him. The candle was standing on a chair, and the light it gave was too feeble to reach the face of any one not on a level with it.

The unknown began to drag chairs out into the neighbourhood of the light. O’Hara counted six.

The sixth chair had scarcely been placed in position when the door opened again. Six other figures appeared in the opening one after the other, and bolted into the vault like rabbits into a burrow. The last of them closed the door after them.

O’Hara nudged Moriarty, and Moriarty nudged O’Hara; but neither made a sound. They were not likely to be seen—the blackness of the vault was too Egyptian for that—but they were so near to the chairs that the least whisper must have been heard. Not a word had proceeded from the occupants of the chairs so far. If O’Hara’s suspicion was correct, and this was really the League holding a meeting, their methods were more secret than those of any other secret society in existence. Even the s probably exchanged a few remarks from time to time, when they met together to plot. But these men of mystery never opened their lips. It puzzled O’Hara.

The light of the candle was obscured for a moment, and a sound of puffing came from the darkness.

O’Hara nudged Moriarty again.

“Smoking!” said the nudge.

Moriarty nudged O’Hara.

“Smoking it is!” was the meaning of the movement.

A strong smell of tobacco showed that the diagnosis had been a true one. Each of the figures in turn lit his pipe at the candle, and sat back, still in silence. It could not have been very pleasant, smoking in almost pitch darkness, but it was breaking rules, which was probably the main consideration that swayed the smokers. They puffed away steadily, till the two Irishmen were wrapped about in invisible clouds.

Then a strange thing happened. I know that I am infringing copyright in making that statement, but it so exactly suits the occurrence, that perhaps Mr Rider Haggard will not object. It was a strange thing that happened.

A rasping voice shattered the silence.

“You boys down there,” said the voice, “come here immediately. Come here, I say.”

It was the well-known voice of Mr Robert Dexter, O’Hara and Moriarty’s beloved house-master.

The two Irishmen simultaneously clutched one another, each afraid that the other would think—from force of long habit—that the house-master was speaking to him. Both stood where they were. It was the men of mystery and tobacco that Dexter was after, they thought.

But they were wrong. What had brought Dexter to the vault was the fact that he had seen two boys, who looked uncommonly like O’Hara and Moriarty, go down the steps of the vault at a quarter to six. He had been doing his usual after-lock-up prowl on the junior gravel, to intercept stragglers, and he had been a witness—from a distance of fifty yards, in a very bad light—of the descent into the vault. He had remained on the gravel ever since, in the hope of catching them as they came up; but as they had not come up, he had determined to make the first move himself. He had not seen the six unknowns go down, for, the evening being chilly, he had paced up and down, and they had by a lucky accident chosen a moment when his back was turned.

“Come up immediately,” he repeated.

Here a blast of tobacco-smoke rushed at him from the darkness. The candle had been extinguished at the first alarm, and he had not realised—though he had suspected it—that smoking had been going on.

A hurried whispering was in progress among the unknowns. Apparently they saw that the game was up, for they picked their way towards the door.

As each came up the steps and passed him, Mr Dexter observed “Ha!” and appeared to make a note of his name. The last of the six was just leaving him after this process had been completed, when Mr Dexter called him back.

“That is not all,” he said, suspiciously.

“Yes, sir,” said the last of the unknowns.

Neither of the Irishmen recognised the voice. Its owner was a stranger to them.

“I tell you it is not,” snapped Mr Dexter. “You are concealing the truth from me. O’Hara and Moriarty are down there—two boys in my own house. I saw them go down there.”

“They had nothing to do with us, sir. We saw nothing of them.”

“I have no doubt,” said the house-master, “that you imagine that you are doing a very chivalrous thing by trying to hide them, but you will gain nothing by it. You may go.”

He came to the top of the steps, and it seemed as if he intended to plunge into the darkness in search of the suspects. But, probably realising the futility of such a course, he changed his mind, and delivered an ultimatum from the top step.

“O’Hara and Moriarty.”

No reply.

“O’Hara and Moriarty, I know perfectly well that you are down there. Come up immediately.”

Dignified silence from the vault.

“Well, I shall wait here till you do choose to come up. You would be well advised to do so immediately. I warn you you will not tire me out.”

He turned, and the door slammed behind him.

“What’ll we do?” whispered Moriarty. It was at last safe to whisper.

“Wait,” said O’Hara, “I’m thinking.”

O’Hara thought. For many minutes he thought in vain. At last there came flooding back into his mind a memory of the days of his faghood. It was after that that he had been groping all the time. He remembered now. Once in those days there had been an unexpected function in the middle of term. There were needed for that function certain chairs. He could recall even now his furious disgust when he and a select body of fellow fags had been pounced upon by their form-master, and coerced into forming a line from the junior block to the cloisters, for the purpose of handing chairs. True, his form-master had stood ginger-beer after the event, with princely liberality, but the labour was of the sort that gallons of ginger-beer will not make pleasant. But he ceased to regret the episode now. He had been at the extreme end of the chair-handling chain. He had stood in a passage in the junior block, just by the door that led to the masters’ garden, and which—he remembered—was never locked till late at night. And while he stood there, a pair of hands—apparently without a body—had heaved up chair after chair through a black opening in the floor. In other words, a trap-door connected with the vault in which he now was.

He imparted these reminiscences of childhood to Moriarty. They set off to search for the missing door, and, after wanderings and barkings of shins too painful to relate, they found it. Moriarty lit a match. The light fell on the trap-door, and their last doubts were at an end. The thing opened inwards. The bolt was on their side, not in the passage above them. To shoot the bolt took them one second, to climb into the passage one minute. They stood at the side of the opening, and dusted their clothes.

“Bedad!” said Moriarty, suddenly.

“What?”

“Why, how are we to shut it?”

This was a problem that wanted some solving. Eventually they managed it, O’Hara leaning over and fishing for it, while Moriarty held his legs.

As luck would have it—and luck had stood by them well all through—there was a bolt on top of the trap-door, as well as beneath it.

“Supposing that had been shot!” said O’Hara, as they fastened the door in its place.

Moriarty did not care to suppose anything so unpleasant.

Mr Dexter was still prowling about on the junior gravel, when the two Irishmen ran round and across the senior gravel to the gymnasium. Here they put in a few minutes’ gentle sparring, and then marched boldly up to Mr Day (who happened to have looked in five minutes after their arrival) and got their paper.

“What time did O’Hara and Moriarty arrive at the gymnasium?” asked Mr Dexter of Mr Day next morning.

“O’Hara and Moriarty? Really, I can’t remember. I know they left at about a quarter to seven.”

That profound thinker, Mr Tony Weller, was never so correct as in his views respecting the value of an alibi. There are few better things in an emergency.

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title: The Gold Bat/Chapter 17


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The Gold Bat/Chapter 18

It was Renford’s turn next morning to get up and feed the ferrets. Harvey had done it the day before.

Renford was not a youth who enjoyed early rising, but in the cause of the ferrets he would have endured anything, so at six punctually he slid out of bed, dressed quietly, so as not to disturb the rest of the dormitory, and ran over to the vault. To his utter amazement he found it locked. Such a thing had never been done before in the whole course of his experience. He tugged at the handle, but not an inch or a fraction of an inch would the door yield. The policy of the Open Door had ceased to find favour in the eyes of the authorities.

A feeling of blank despair seized upon him. He thought of the dismay of the ferrets when they woke up and realised that there was no chance of breakfast for them. And then they would gradually waste away, and some day somebody would go down to the vault to fetch chairs, and would come upon two mouldering skeletons, and wonder what they had once been. He almost wept at the vision so conjured up.

There was nobody about. Perhaps he might break in somehow. But then there was nothing to get to work with. He could not kick the door down. No, he must give it up, and the ferrets’ breakfast-hour must be postponed. Possibly Harvey might be able to think of something.

“Fed ’em?” inquired Harvey, when they met at breakfast.

“No, I couldn’t.”

“Why on earth not? You didn’t oversleep yourself?”

Renford poured his tale into his friend’s shocked ears.

“My hat!” said Harvey, when he had finished, “what on earth are we to do? They’ll starve.”

Renford nodded mournfully.

“Whatever made them go and lock the door?” he said.

He seemed to think the authorities should have given him due notice of such an action.

“You’re sure they have locked it? It isn’t only stuck or something?”

“I lugged at the handle for hours. But you can go and see for yourself if you like.”

Harvey went, and, waiting till the coast was clear, attached himself to the handle with a prehensile grasp, and put his back into one strenuous tug. It was even as Renford had said. The door was locked beyond possibility of doubt.

Renford and he went over to school that morning with long faces and a general air of acute depression. It was perhaps fortunate for their purpose that they did, for had their appearance been normal it might not have attracted O’Hara’s attention. As it was, the Irishman, meeting them on the junior gravel, stopped and asked them what was wrong. Since the adventure in the vault, he had felt an interest in Renford and Harvey.

The two told their story in alternate sentences like the and  of a Greek chorus. "Steichomuthics,” your Greek scholar calls it, I fancy. Ha, yes!  Just so.)

“So ye can’t get in because they’ve locked the door, an’ ye don’t know what to do about it?” said O’Hara, at the conclusion of the narrative.

Renford and Harvey informed him in chorus that that was the state of the game up to present date.

“An’ ye want me to get them out for you?”

Neither had dared to hope that he would go so far as this. What they had looked for had been at the most a few thoughtful words of advice. That such a master-strategist as O’Hara should take up their cause was an unexampled piece of good luck.

“If you only would,” said Harvey.

“We should be most awfully obliged,” said Renford.

“Very well,” said O’Hara.

They thanked him profusely.

O’Hara replied that it would be a privilege.

He should be sorry, he said, to have anything happen to the ferrets.

Renford and Harvey went on into school feeling more cheerful. If the ferrets could be extracted from their present tight corner, O’Hara was the man to do it.

O’Hara had not made his offer of assistance in any spirit of doubt. He was certain that he could do what he had promised. For it had not escaped his memory that this was a Tuesday—in other words, a mathematics morning up to the quarter to eleven interval. That meant, as has been explained previously, that, while the rest of the school were in the form-rooms, he would be out in the passage, if he cared to be. There would be no witnesses to what he was going to do.

But, by that curious perversity of fate which is so often noticeable, Mr Banks was in a peculiarly lamb-like and long-suffering mood this morning. Actions for which O’Hara would on other days have been expelled from the room without hope of return, today were greeted with a mild “Don’t do that, please, O’Hara,” or even the ridiculously inadequate “O’Hara!” It was perfectly disheartening. O’Hara began to ask himself bitterly what was the use of ragging at all if this was how it was received. And the moments were flying, and his promise to Renford and Harvey still remained unfulfilled.

He prepared for fresh efforts.

So desperate was he, that he even resorted to crude methods like the throwing of paper balls and the dropping of books. And when your really scientific ragger sinks to this, he is nearing the end of his tether. O’Hara hated to be rude, but there seemed no help for it.

The striking of a quarter past ten improved his chances. It had been privily agreed upon beforehand amongst the members of the class that at a quarter past ten every one was to sneeze simultaneously. The noise startled Mr Banks considerably. The angelic mood began to wear off. A man may be long-suffering, but he likes to draw the line somewhere.

“Another exhibition like that,” he said, sharply, “and the class stays in after school, O’Hara!”

“Sir?”

“Silence.”

“I said nothing, sir, really.”

“Boy, you made a cat-like noise with your mouth.”

“What sort of noise, sir?”

The form waited breathlessly. This peculiarly insidious question had been invented for mathematical use by one Sandys, who had left at the end of the previous summer. It was but rarely that the master increased the gaiety of nations by answering the question in the manner desired.

Mr Banks, off his guard, fell into the trap.

“A noise like this,” he said curtly, and to the delighted audience came the melodious sound of a “Mi-aou”, which put O’Hara’s effort completely in the shade, and would have challenged comparison with the war-cry of the stoutest mouser that ever trod a tile.

A storm of imitations arose from all parts of the room. Mr Banks turned pink, and, going straight to the root of the disturbance, forthwith evicted O’Hara.

O’Hara left with the satisfying feeling that his duty had been done.

Mr Banks’ room was at the top of the middle block. He ran softly down the stairs at his best pace. It was not likely that the master would come out into the passage to see if he was still there, but it might happen, and it would be best to run as few risks as possible.

He sprinted over to the junior block, raised the trap-door, and jumped down. He knew where the ferrets had been placed, and had no difficulty in finding them. In another minute he was in the passage again, with the trap-door bolted behind him.

He now asked himself—what should he do with them? He must find a safe place, or his labours would have been in vain.

Behind the fives-court, he thought, would be the spot. Nobody ever went there. It meant a run of three hundred yards there and the same distance back, and there was more than a chance that he might be seen by one of the Powers. In which case he might find it rather hard to explain what he was doing in the middle of the grounds with a couple of ferrets in his possession when the hands of the clock pointed to twenty minutes to eleven.

But the odds were against his being seen. He risked it.

When the bell rang for the quarter to eleven interval the ferrets were in their new home, happily discussing a piece of meat—Renford’s contribution, held over from the morning’s meal,—and O’Hara, looking as if he had never left the passage for an instant, was making his way through the departing mathematical class to apologise handsomely to Mr Banks—as was his invariable custom—for his disgraceful behaviour during the morning’s lesson.

title: The Gold Bat/Chapter 18


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The Gold Bat/Chapter 19

School prefects at Wrykyn did weekly essays for the headmaster. Those who had got their scholarships at the ’Varsity, or who were going up in the following year, used to take their essays to him after school and read them to him—an unpopular and nerve-destroying practice, akin to suicide. Trevor had got his scholarship in the previous November. He was due at the headmaster’s private house at six o’clock on the present Tuesday. He was looking forward to the ordeal not without apprehension. The essay subject this week had been “One man’s meat is another man’s poison”, and Clowes, whose idea of English Essay was that it should be a medium for  frivolity, had insisted on his beginning with, “While I cannot conscientiously go so far as to say that one man’s meat is another man’s poison, yet I am certainly of opinion that what is highly beneficial to one man may, on the other hand, to another man, differently constituted, be extremely deleterious, and, indeed, absolutely fatal.”

Trevor was not at all sure how the headmaster would take it. But Clowes had seemed so cut up at his suggestion that it had better be omitted, that he had allowed it to stand.

He was putting the final polish on this gem of English literature at half-past five, when Milton came in.

“Busy?” said Milton.

Trevor said he would be through in a minute.

Milton took a chair, and waited.

Trevor scratched out two words and substituted two others, made a couple of picturesque blots, and, laying down his pen, announced that he had finished.

“What’s up?” he said.

“It’s about the League,” said Milton.

“Found out anything?”

“Not anything much. But I’ve been making inquiries. You remember I asked you to let me look at those letters of yours?”

Trevor nodded. This had happened on the Sunday of that week.

“Well, I wanted to look at the post-marks.”

“By Jove, I never thought of that.”

Milton continued with the business-like air of the detective who explains in the last chapter of the book how he did it.

“I found, as I thought, that both letters came from the same place.”

Trevor pulled out the letters in question. “So they do,” he said, “Chesterton.”

“Do you know Chesterton?” asked Milton.

“Only by name.”

“It’s a small hamlet about two miles from here across the downs. There’s only one shop in the place, which acts as post-office and tobacconist and everything else. I thought that if I went there and asked about those letters, they might remember who it was that sent them, if I showed them a photograph.”

“By Jove,” said Trevor, “of course! Did you? What happened?”

“I went there yesterday afternoon. I took about half-a-dozen photographs of various chaps, including Rand-Brown.”

“But wait a bit. If Chesterton’s two miles off, Rand-Brown couldn’t have sent the letters. He wouldn’t have the time after school. He was on the grounds both the afternoons before I got the letters.”

“I know,” said Milton; “I didn’t think of that at the time.”

“Well?”

“One of the points about the Chesterton post-office is that there’s no letter-box outside. You have to go into the shop and hand anything you want to post across the counter. I thought this was a tremendous score for me. I thought they would be bound to remember who handed in the letters. There can’t be many at a place like that.”

“Did they remember?”

“They remembered the letters being given in distinctly, but as for knowing anything beyond that, they were simply futile. There was an old woman in the shop, aged about three hundred and ten, I should think. I shouldn’t say she had ever been very intelligent, but now she simply gibbered. I started off by laying out a shilling on some poisonous-looking sweets. I gave the lot to a village kid when I got out. I hope they didn’t kill him. Then, having scattered ground-bait in that way, I lugged out the photographs, mentioned the letters and the date they had been sent, and asked her to weigh in and identify the sender.”

“Did she?”

“My dear chap, she identified them all, one after the other. The first was one of Clowes. She was prepared to swear on oath that that was the chap who had sent the letters. Then I shot a photograph of you across the counter, and doubts began to creep in. She said she was certain it was one of those two ‘la-ads’, but couldn’t quite say which. To keep her amused I fired in photograph number three—Allardyce’s. She identified that, too. At the end of ten minutes she was pretty sure that it was one of the six—the other three were Paget, Clephane, and Rand-Brown—but she was not going to bind herself down to any particular one. As I had come to the end of my stock of photographs, and was getting a bit sick of the game, I got up to go, when in came another ornament of Chesterton from a room at the back of the shop. He was quite a kid, not more than a hundred and fifty at the outside, so, as a last chance, I tackled him on the subject. He looked at the photographs for about half an hour, mumbling something about it not being ‘thiccy ’un’ or ’that ’un’, or ’that ’ere tother ’un’, until I began to feel I’d had enough of it. Then it came out that the real chap who had sent the letters was a ‘la-ad’ with light hair, not so big as me—”

“That doesn’t help us much,” said Trevor.

“—And a ‘prarper little gennlemun’. So all we’ve got to do is to look for some young duke of polished manners and exterior, with a thatch of light hair.”

“There are three hundred and sixty-seven fellows with light hair in the school,” said Trevor, calmly.

“Thought it was three hundred and sixty-eight myself,” said Milton, “but I may be wrong. Anyhow, there you have the results of my investigations. If you can make anything out of them, you’re welcome to it. Good-bye.”

“Half a second,” said Trevor, as he got up; “had the fellow a cap of any sort?”

“No. Bareheaded. You wouldn’t expect him to give himself away by wearing a house-cap?”

Trevor went over to the headmaster’s revolving this discovery in his mind. It was not much of a clue, but the smallest clue is better than nothing. To find out that the sender of the League letters had fair hair narrowed the search down a little. It cleared the more raven-locked members of the school, at any rate. Besides, by combining his information with Milton’s, the search might be still further narrowed down. He knew that the polite letter-writer must be either in Seymour’s or in Donaldson’s. The number of fair-haired youths in the two houses was not excessive. Indeed, at the moment he could not recall any; which rather complicated matters.

He arrived at the headmaster’s door, and knocked. He was shown into a room at the side of the hall, near the door. The butler informed him that the headmaster was engaged at present. Trevor, who knew the butler slightly through having constantly been to see the headmaster on business via the front door, asked who was there.

“Sir Eustace Briggs,” said the butler, and disappeared in the direction of his lair beyond the green baize partition at the end of the hall.

Trevor went into the room, which was a sort of spare study, and sat down, wondering what had brought the mayor of Wrykyn to see the headmaster at this advanced hour.

A quarter of an hour later the sound of voices broke in upon his peace. The headmaster was coming down the hall with the intention of showing his visitor out. The door of Trevor’s room was ajar, and he could hear distinctly what was being said. He had no particular desire to play the eavesdropper, but the part was forced upon him.

Sir Eustace seemed excited.

“It is far from being my habit,” he was saying, “to make unnecessary complaints respecting the conduct of the lads under your care.” (Sir Eustace Briggs had a distaste for the shorter and more colloquial forms of speech. He would have perished sooner than have substituted “complain of your boys” for the majestic formula he had used.  He spoke as if he enjoyed choosing his words.  He seemed to pause and think before each word.  Unkind people—who were jealous of his distinguished career—used to say that he did this because he was afraid of dropping an aitch if he relaxed his vigilance.)

“But,” continued he, “I am reluctantly forced to the unpleasant conclusion that the dastardly outrage to which both I and the Press of the town have called your attention is to be attributed to one of the lads to whom I ’ave—have (this with a jerk) referred.”

“I will make a thorough inquiry, Sir Eustace,” said the bass voice of the headmaster.

“I thank you,” said the mayor. “It would, under the circumstances, be nothing more, I think, than what is distinctly advisable. The man Samuel Wapshott, of whose narrative I have recently afforded you a brief synopsis, stated in no uncertain terms that he found at the foot of the statue on which the dastardly outrage was perpetrated a diminutive ornament, in shape like the bats that are used in the game of cricket. This ornament, he avers (with what truth I know not), was handed by him to a youth of an age coeval with that of the lads in the upper division of this school. The youth claimed it as his property, I was given to understand.”

“A thorough inquiry shall be made, Sir Eustace.”

“I thank you.”

And then the door shut, and the conversation ceased.

title: The Gold Bat/Chapter 19


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The Gold Bat/Chapter 20

Trevor waited till the headmaster had gone back to his library, gave him five minutes to settle down, and then went in.

The headmaster looked up inquiringly.

“My essay, sir,” said Trevor.

“Ah, yes. I had forgotten.”

Trevor opened the notebook and began to read what he had written. He finished the paragraph which owed its insertion to Clowes, and raced hurriedly on to the next. To his surprise the flippancy passed unnoticed, at any rate, verbally. As a rule the headmaster preferred that quotations from back numbers of Punch should be kept out of the prefects’ English Essays. And he generally said as much. But today he seemed strangely preoccupied. A split infinitive in paragraph five, which at other times would have made him sit up in his chair stiff with horror, elicited no remark. The same immunity was accorded to the insertion (inspired by Clowes, as usual) of a popular catch phrase in the last few lines. Trevor finished with the feeling that luck had favoured him nobly.

“Yes,” said the headmaster, seemingly roused by the silence following on the conclusion of the essay. “Yes.” Then, after a long pause, “Yes,” again.

Trevor said nothing, but waited for further comment.

“Yes,” said the headmaster once more, “I think that is a very fair essay. Very fair. It wants a little more—er—not quite so much—um—yes.”

Trevor made a note in his mind to effect these improvements in future essays, and was getting up, when the headmaster stopped him.

“Don’t go, Trevor. I wish to speak to you.”

Trevor’s first thought was, perhaps naturally, that the bat was going to be brought into discussion. He was wondering helplessly how he was going to keep O’Hara and his midnight exploit out of the conversation, when the headmaster resumed. “An unpleasant thing has happened, Trevor—”

“Now we’re coming to it,” thought Trevor.

“It appears, Trevor, that a considerable amount of smoking has been going on in the school.”

Trevor breathed freely once more. It was only going to be a mere conventional smoking row after all. He listened with more enjoyment as the headmaster, having stopped to turn down the wick of the reading-lamp which stood on the table at his side, and which had begun, appropriately enough, to smoke, resumed his discourse.

“Mr Dexter—”

Of course, thought Trevor. If there ever was a row in the school, Dexter was bound to be at the bottom of it.

“Mr Dexter has just been in to see me. He reported six boys. He discovered them in the vault beneath the junior block. Two of them were boys in your house.”

Trevor murmured something wordless, to show that the story interested him.

“You knew nothing of this, of course—”

“No, sir.”

“No. Of course not. It is difficult for the head of a house to know all that goes on in that house.”

Was this his beastly sarcasm? Trevor asked himself. But he came to the conclusion that it was not. After all, the head of a house is only human. He cannot be expected to keep an eye on the private life of every member of his house.

“This must be stopped, Trevor. There is no saying how widespread the practice has become or may become. What I want you to do is to go straight back to your house and begin a complete search of the studies.”

“Tonight, sir?” It seemed too late for such amusement.

“Tonight. But before you go to your house, call at Mr Seymour’s, and tell Milton I should like to see him. And, Trevor.”

“Yes, sir?”

“You will understand that I am leaving this matter to you to be dealt with by you. I shall not require you to make any report to me. But if you should find tobacco in any boy’s room, you must punish him well, Trevor. Punish him well.”

This meant that the culprit must be “touched up” before the house assembled in the dining-room. Such an event did not often occur. The last occasion had been in Paget’s first term as head of Donaldson’s, when two of the senior day-room had been discovered attempting to revive the ancient and dishonourable custom of bullying. This time, Trevor foresaw, would set up a record in all probability. There might be any number of devotees of the weed, and he meant to carry out his instructions to the full, and make the criminals more unhappy than they had been since the day of their first cigar. Trevor hated the habit of smoking at school. He was so intensely keen on the success of the house and the school at games, that anything which tended to damage the wind and eye filled him with loathing. That anybody should dare to smoke in a house which was going to play in the final for the House Football Cup made him rage internally, and he proposed to make things bad and unrestful for such.

To smoke at school is to insult the divine weed. When you are obliged to smoke in odd corners, fearing every moment that you will be discovered, the whole meaning, poetry, romance of a pipe vanishes, and you become like those lost beings who smoke when they are running to catch trains. The boy who smokes at school is bound to come to a bad end. He will degenerate gradually into a person that plays dominoes in the smoking-rooms of A.B.C. shops with friends who wear bowler hats and frock coats.

Much of this philosophy Trevor expounded to Clowes in energetic language when he returned to Donaldson’s after calling at Seymour’s to deliver the message for Milton.

Clowes became quite animated at the prospect of a real row.

“We shall be able to see the skeletons in their cupboards,” he observed. “Every man has a skeleton in his cupboard, which follows him about wherever he goes. Which study shall we go to first?”

“We?” said Trevor.

“We,” repeated Clowes firmly. “I am not going to be left out of this jaunt. I need bracing up—I’m not strong, you know—and this is just the thing to do it. Besides, you’ll want a bodyguard of some sort, in case the infuriated occupant turns and rends you.”

“I don’t see what there is to enjoy in the business,” said Trevor, gloomily. “Personally, I bar this kind of thing. By the time we’ve finished, there won’t be a chap in the house I’m on speaking terms with.”

“Except me, dearest,” said Clowes. “I will never desert you. It’s of no use asking me, for I will never do it. Mr Micawber has his faults, but I will never desert Mr Micawber.”

“You can come if you like,” said Trevor; “we’ll take the studies in order. I suppose we needn’t look up the prefects?”

“A prefect is above suspicion. Scratch the prefects.”

“That brings us to Dixon.”

Dixon was a stout youth with spectacles, who was popularly supposed to do twenty-two hours’ work a day. It was believed that he put in two hours sleep from eleven to one, and then got up and worked in his study till breakfast.

He was working when Clowes and Trevor came in. He dived head foremost into a huge Liddell and Scott as the door opened. On hearing Trevor’s voice he slowly emerged, and a pair of round and spectacled eyes gazed blankly at the visitors. Trevor briefly explained his errand, but the interview lost in solemnity owing to the fact that the bare notion of Dixon storing tobacco in his room made Clowes roar with laughter. Also, Dixon stolidly refused to understand what Trevor was talking about, and at the end of ten minutes, finding it hopeless to try and explain, the two went. Dixon, with a hazy impression that he had been asked to join in some sort of round game, and had refused the offer, returned again to his Liddell and Scott, and continued to wrestle with the somewhat obscure utterances of the chorus in Æschylus’ Agamemnon. The results of this fiasco on Trevor and Clowes were widely different. Trevor it depressed horribly. It made him feel savage. Clowes, on the other hand, regarded the whole affair in a spirit of rollicking farce, and refused to see that this was a serious matter, in which the honour of the house was involved.

The next study was Ruthven’s. This fact somewhat toned down the exuberances of Clowes’s demeanour. When one particularly dislikes a person, one has a curious objection to seeming in good spirits in his presence. One feels that he may take it as a sort of compliment to himself, or, at any rate, contribute grins of his own, which would be hateful. Clowes was as grave as Trevor when they entered the study.

Ruthven’s study was like himself, overdressed and rather futile. It ran to little china ornaments in a good deal of profusion. It was more like a drawing-room than a school study.

“Sorry to disturb you, Ruthven,” said Trevor.

“Oh, come in,” said Ruthven, in a tired voice. “Please shut the door; there is a draught. Do you want anything?”

“We’ve got to have a look round,” said Clowes.

“Can’t you see everything there is?”

Ruthven hated Clowes as much as Clowes hated him.

Trevor cut into the conversation again.

“It’s like this, Ruthven,” he said. “I’m awfully sorry, but the Old Man’s just told me to search the studies in case any of the fellows have got baccy.”

Ruthven jumped up, pale with consternation.

“You can’t. I won’t have you disturbing my study.”

“This is rot,” said Trevor, shortly, “I’ve got to. It’s no good making it more unpleasant for me than it is.”

“But I’ve no tobacco. I swear I haven’t.”

“Then why mind us searching?” said Clowes affably.

“Come on, Ruthven,” said Trevor, “chuck us over the keys. You might as well.”

“I won’t.”

“Don’t be an ass, man.”

“We have here,” observed Clowes, in his sad, solemn way, “a stout and serviceable poker.” He stooped, as he spoke, to pick it up.

“Leave that poker alone,” cried Ruthven.

Clowes straightened himself.

“I’ll swop it for your keys,” he said.

“Don’t be a fool.”

“Very well, then. We will now crack our first crib.”

Ruthven sprang forward, but Clowes, handing him off in football fashion with his left hand, with his right dashed the poker against the lock of the drawer of the table by which he stood.

The lock broke with a sharp crack. It was not built with an eye to such onslaught.

“Neat for a first shot,” said Clowes, complacently. “Now for the Umustaphas and shag.”

But as he looked into the drawer he uttered a sudden cry of excitement. He drew something out, and tossed it over to Trevor.

“Catch, Trevor,” he said quietly. “Something that’ll interest you.”

Trevor caught it neatly in one hand, and stood staring at it as if he had never seen anything like it before. And yet he had—often. For what he had caught was a little golden bat, about an inch long by an eighth of an inch wide.

title: The Gold Bat/Chapter 20


text: Author:Solomon Naumovich Rabinovich

title: Author:Solomon Naumovich Rabinovich


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282 Mikono, to report, to tell, to give notice. Mikrah, to read the Koran in the mosque during the fasting month, after the ceremony of Tarawé is over. This happens in the night time, and is performed by the more religiously disposed. The great mass of the congregation leaving when the Tarawé is done. (Ar. From قرٲ kara'a, to read).

Milir, to flow down, to go length ways with the current; to follow down a river. (jav. Mal. Bat idem)

Milu, to follow, to accompany, to go along with. (jav. idem)

Mimis, small shot for a gun- bird shot.

Mimiti, to begin, to commence. (Jav. Wiwit, commencement, of bibit, seed; Jav, Miwitti, Mimitti, to begin).

Min, to take up money in advance under promise to do some work. Pĕdati min, Pedaties or carts which receive money in advance to be paid off by dragging loads.

Menantu, a son or daughter in law. Probably from word "Bantu" that means to help, and Menantu may be thus very fairly translated literally- „an assistant”- as with the natives, the son in law becomes subservient to his wife's parents, and becomes as it were, one of their family, leaving his own. This is after the fashion of the old worthies of the Bible, who served for their wives , as is seen in the 29 chapter of Genesis , where Jacob served Laban, twice for the space of seven years, for his daughters Leah and Rachel.

Minatu, a washer-man, a person who washes clothes.

Minchĕk, an animal of the deer kind, called in Malay Kidang. Cervus muntjac. Hoih Minchěk, a small and thin variety of rattan.

Mindĕng, often, frequently.

Mindi, the Indian bread tree. Melia Azedarachta.

Mindo, second cousins, being children of first cousins or Misan. (From Dua, two; relations of the second degree).

Minggat, to run away, to make an escape. (Jav. idem)

Mingsiri, the sort of smoked opium.

Mintalu, the third time of ploughing upland. The upland plough only scratches the ground slightly the first time of ploughing, and the process must be done at least three times before it is fit for sowing. (From Telu, Jav. Tilu , Sund. three).

Mintar, to proceed, to get under weigh. To start. (Jav. according to Gericke Kawi, ide).

Minton, to show oneself, to present oneself in token of obedience. (From Ton, Annon, Jav. to see, to look; to know.)

Mintul, blunt, not sharp. Figuratively, being disregarded, not obeyed

Minyak, oil. Minyak kalapa, cocoanut oil. Minyak jarak, castor oil, Minyak tanĕuh, earth oil, petroleum.

Menyan, Gum benjamin, Benzoin; imported from Sumatra, as it is not an indigenous


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522 Urai, to twist any flaxy matter into rope, said especially as applied to twisting the injuk of the kawung-palm into ropes. To make a rope of flaxy materials.

Urakan, to take to pieces; to break an agreement. Pĕrjanjian éta di urakan dĕui, that agreement has been broken through.

Urat, a vein, a sinew, muscle, fibre. Sagala urat na hĕuras, all his sinews were hard. Urat kaju, the fibre or grain in wood.

Urihi, one of the numerous names for wild pigs.

Urirang, sulphur, same as.

Urug, tumbled down, fallen by crumbling down. Slipped down, as earth from a hill-side, stones which have been piled up or the like. To fall as water at a cascade. To fill up a hollow by putting earth into it. To lay gravel or materials on a road. Gunung na urug, the mountain has slipped down; a lot of earth has got loose from the mountain and slipped down. A landslip. Paré na di tumpuk urug, the paddy which was piled up, has fallen down. Chai na urug ti luhur, the water falls from above. Churug, a waterfal.

Urui, to water in the mouth, from longing for something nice. Crumbling and falling to pieces. Chadas běunang nyusuk uruian bai, when we cut a canal in the tufaceous strata, it keeps crumbling down.

Ururugan, apparently a plural form of Urug. To go with a number of men to any work. To make war, to attack with an army. To set upon in numbers, as it were to tumble upon in masses.

Urus, in order, properly arranged. Satisfactory. To take trouble to get anything in order, or as it should be. Do you think I have nothing else to do. Nu urus, I hope not, may it not be so, literally that which is in order, — said with some diffidence. To urus, that is not satisfactory, that is not in order. Urus tĕuyn nyatu, it matters not about eating; meaning do you think I have nothing else to do but eat. Urus tĕuyn pĕuting, it matters not that it be night.

Urusan, to look after, to keep in order, to administer. Administration; management of any kind. Urusan tanĕuh, to administer an estate (landed property). Urusan kĕbo, to look after buffaloes. To bisa bogah urusan, he does not know how to keep matters in order.

Urut, mark, trace. A leaving of another person. What another person has done. Urut jéléma ka dinyo, there is a trace of a man having been there. Urat batur, the leavings of a neighbour. Urat saha iyo? whose mark is this? who has been using this? Awéwé urut dĕungan, a woman who has been done with by a person who is no relation of ours — and therefore a widow in consequence of death or divorce.

Urut, to rub and squeeze the muscular parts of the body after fatigue. To shampoo, in order to give relaxation to the body. Urut is a more forcible application than Rĕuntĕut, which see. Usaha, labour, exertion, endeavour. What is got by labour. Usaha nu lĕutik, the in-


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396 :Ra-ĕnggon = ranggon, would be: the place of the sun, and thus any elevated place in general. There occurs also the name Pangrang'o for the highest point of the Gunung Gĕdé.

Rangkai, an unfinished house, of which the frame only is set up, but not boarded or shut in with pagers, nor yet covered with the thatch.

Rangkap, a fold, a lining. To fold, to give a lining. Karung dua rangkap, a double bag, a bag with two folds. Karung sarangkap, a single bag. Jamang dua rangkap, two folds of jackets, as a coat and a waistcoat. Bilik na kudu di rangkap, the bambu fence must be doubled, by adding another fold to the thickness.

Rangkapan and Rangkapkĕn, to add another fold. To render thick by the addition of another fold. Bĕndungan di rangkapan ku sa lapis deĕui, the dam was lined with another row (of materials).

Rangkas, cut through, dissevered, cut open.

Rangkét, to thrash, to punish by flogging. Rangkong, a variety of rhinocerosbird; Buceros. Resembles Julang, which see.

Rangrang, to fall off entirely, as leaves from a tree. In general the trees in the tropics change their leaves imperceptibly, some falling off, whilst other fresh ones are coming out. But on Java there are some trees which entirely cast their leaves, and become quite bare, as trees in the winter in Europe, before the new leaves make their appearance; such is the case with the Sumpur, Bunut, Kiara, and several other varieties of fig trees, Kĕmang, Bung'ur, Dadap, Angsana and many others, — and such trees are said to become Rangrang when so bare.

Rangsang,—di rangsang, to undress, to pull the clothes off. To take away by force clothes given to a servant, when turned away.

Rang'u, fragile, easily breaking or snapping, breaking short, brittle. Arĕui na gĕus rang'u, the lianes have become brittle (by exposure to sun and drying up).

Rani, same as Rané, a mossy fern-like plant, growing a couple of feet high, in the shape of little fir trees. It is very handsome and elegant and grows in cool moist situations. Licopodium.

Ranjang, a native bed-stead,—a bali-bali in Malay. A platform made of bambu, several feet square, and raised on short legs from the ground. On such ranjangs the natives lie, sit, squat or sleep, and also set out their wares for sale.

Ranjap, to kill an animal for sale of the flesh. To exercise the calling of a butcher, who is called Tukang ranjap. To divide anything by cutting it up.

Ranjéng, a dam made with a fence of wood etc. on either side, and filled up with earth between.

Ranjug, abundance. Plenty in crop.

Ranjug, startled, frightened, disturbed.

Ranté, a chain, fetters. Parantean, a person condemned to work in chains as a punishment.

Rantong, to gaze in numbers; standing in a row gazing. Said of men or animals stand-


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Rh, to call for, to send for to come, to invite to attend.

, to buy, to purchase. (Mal. Bĕli.)

, in full career, in full force or activity, possessed of facilities; whilst, during. Tuhan mĕumpĕung, a good or advantageous year, when crops have been good. Mĕumpĕung sia hirup urusan, whilst you live, put the matter in order.

, apparently the last syllable of Lamun, if-pronounced in a short flippant way. Mĕun sia pĕupĕuli mohal to mĕunang, if you had told me, as if you would not have got it.

, to get, to obtain.

, to help to get, to put in the way of obtaining, to cause to triumph. To get a wife.Mĕunangkĕn ka anak balur, to obtain (in marriage) the daughter of a neighbour.

, shut up, closed. Lawang na gĕus mĕundĕut the door is shut.

, to cross a river or water; to ferry across. Chai cha-ah to bisa mĕuntas, the river was in a flood, and I could not cross. Pamĕuntasan, a ferry, a place to cross a river at.

, to arrive at a crisis, to come to a result; the end or termination of a dispute, of a question at law, or the like. Mĕupĕus na sia kudu mayar, the end of it is, that you must pay.

, name of a fish in the rivers, somewhat resembling Kanchara and is scarce.

, assuredly, no doubt, that is evident; as the thing looks. Mĕurĕun pa-ih lamun di hakan, no doubt we should die, if we eat it. Mĕurĕun, gĕblĕg sia, there is no wonder, what a fool you are!

, an insect from the eggs of which come the worms which get possession of rotting meat, or ulcerous sores. The eggs deposited by bottle flies. Mĕuritan to have got such eggs in a sore.

, to pass the night- to stay all night anywhere.

, to chew, to eat, to champ in the mouth. To chew the cud of reflection.

, to mention, to allude to in conversation; to speak of.

, to fly out, abroad, and about as birds. To stroll out, as a man or an animal. To go about for pleasure.

, to divide, to become two. (From Dua, two).

, to work with cotton thread in preparing for weaving; to wind the thread on the Pihanéan, which see.

, to entrust, to give into the care of some one else. See Pihapé. Hulu kami mihapé, take care of my head. I entrust my head to your care. An expression said when working together in any difficult place.

, leaky, water or any liquid coming through. Said also of a secret which leaks out.

, to play as fish in water, as if gamboling, when they desposit their spawn.

, to catch birds by having a decoy bird to call towards a cage, near which other birds of same kind come, and perching on slips of stick covered with bird lime, are so caught. To entice and entangle; to decoy; to ensnare. 36


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Rh Product of Java. Maeliyan, C, 563 gum, glue, any glutinous subtance excluding from trees or plants by incision.

Mipit, to cut the first of any growing crop. See Pipit.

Merasa, to become conscious of, to feel convinced, to have a feeling of. To feel the consequences of anything. (From Rasa).

Miring, to lean downwards, or to one side; to incline, to decline; shelving, sloping. The crude part of this word appears still to be preserved in the Pacific, as in Tahiti, sun-set is called ma-iri te ra, the falling of the Sun. Ellis Polynesian Researches vol 1 page 89. The ma is a very general Polynesian preposition for verbalising a substantive; and the final ng is constructive.

Meringkil, curling up in small folds; shrinking up in curls. Jahil miringkil, maliciously disposed, as if curling up with malice.

Miruha, to rub two sticks together in a peculiar way in order to extract fire. To rub fire out of sticks.

Mirun, used in the expression Mirun Sĕunĕuh, to light up a fire. To set on a fire To draw a little fuel together and set it alight.

Misah, apart, separate, disconnected.

Masalah, to put out of joint, disjointed. From Salah, wrong.

Misan, first cousins, male or female. (Massinā, C. 526), a cousin as if the Polynesians had transposed the a and i, for the sake of making their favorite termination in An. (The word is derived from Jav. pisan, Bal pĕsĕn, at once, one time; also: very, all, altogether. Fr.)

Misanan, distant relations, distant cousins. (From Misan).

Misti, must, what is absolutely necessary; indispensable, necessary. Liwat ti mesti, going beyond what is absolutely necessary. (Jav. Pĕsti or Pasti  Mal. idem).

Mitĕmbai, to commence, to make a beginning.

Mitrah, to make the offering to the officers of the mosque, made by every good Mohammedan, at the Labaran or end of the pwasa month. (At Batavia Pitra, which is to be explained by the Hindu custom of making offerings to the ancestors, Pitarah, at new year. So at Bali. Mitrah is the verbal form. Fr.)

Modal, capital, principal, means to trade with. Mudala, C. 550 money, coin.

Modar, dead, lifeless. It is a coarse word, and conveys an idea of humiliation on the person so dead. It corresponds to the Malay word Mampus.

Modol, excrement, faeces. A vulgar word, S — — t.

Modol landak, porcupine excrement- the name of a plant growing on newly felled ground.

Mogok, to come to a stand, as a wild animal which is hunted. To face about and show fight.

Mogor, to run about after women, especially those of ill fame.

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332 Pagonan, to keep or hold firm or fixed. To make steady. To keep at any particular rate. To make permanent. (Jav. Gon, Ĕnggon, place. Panggonan, place, where a person, or thing stands.)

Pagulingan, a great man's bedstead or sleeping place. (From Guling, Jav. to lay stretched oat, to sleep. Also a cushion. Mal. Guling, to turn round, to wallow, to roll.)

Pagunungan, mountain districts. Places where mountains exist. Pah am, ar. Fehem, skilled, well- versed, intelligent, (فَهِم, Fahim, intelligent.)

Pahang, having an obnoxious smell. Frouzy. Smelling of urine, when soaked into cloth.

Paharé, emulating each other — same as Papaharé, which see.

Pahěut, a chisel. The same as Tatah. In Malay it is called Pahat, but Pahĕut is good Sunda; and occurs as the name of a mountain rivulet, Chi-pahĕut.

Pahing, the second day in the old Javanese week of five days. Vide Manis.

Pahit, bitter. It may be derived from Titta, C. 231, bitter; pungent, with the Polynesian Pa before it, dropping the initial T. Hoih pahit, the bitter rattan, resembles hoih kĕsur, and is used for like purposes.

Pahugikĕn, to offer in a present to a sweetheart. Pyamangĕun di pahugikĕn ka bébéné he presented his sweetheart with cloth to make adress.

Pahul, a short bit of stick round which to twist string which is being used for binding anything, so as to have a better purchase for drawing it tight. Much used in binding up the bundles of Paddy.

Pahumahan, the place where the humahs or upland rice fields are made. The people who make humahs.

Paido, disbelieving, wanting confidence. An expression of wonder and disbelief. Paido tĕuyn sia to daik pĕupĕuli, there is no wonder you will not tell. Kula di paido, lam not believed. (Jav. idem).

Paih, dead, defunct. Jélĕma paih, a dead man. Kayu paih, dead wood.

Paila, dearth of food, famine. See Pĕchĕklik.

Pais, to cook anything wrapped up in leaves and stuck into the fire. Pais Bakatul, fine bran wrapped up in leaves and stuck into the fire to cook.

Paisan, as Batu paisan , a tomb stone. A head stone to a grave ; such as used by natives. When made flat, they stand over a woman, and when round, over a man.

Pajabungan, coming from all quarters; made up of several different lots. Sédikah pajabungan, a festival made by different persons contributing something.

Pajabur, overflown with water. Musim pajabur, the rainy season, the same as Pajibur.

Pajaga-an, a watch-house, a guard -house. A place to keep watch.

Pajagalan, a butcher's shop, a slaughter house, a place where cattle are slaughtered for sale of the meat.

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 284 Mohal hadé, that can never be good. Mohal lĕumpang, it is not likely that he will set out. Mohal achan paeh, it is not likely that he is dead. Mohal kamana, where can be himself to. ''Daek méré? Mohal'' will you give it? It is not likely. Mohal ngalakonān, that will never do.

Mohammad, the proper name of the Arabian prophet called by Europeans Mahomet. The word is derived from the root Hamada and signifies- "the Praised". Mahomet, the great founder of the faith of Islam, was born in Mecca, in April, in the year 569 of the Christian era. He was of the valiant and illustratious tribe of Koreish, of which there were two branches, descended from two brothers, Haschem and Abd. Schems. Haschem, the progenitor of Mahomet, was a great benefactor of Mecca. Mahomet was the only child of Abdullah and Amina. This Abdullah was the youngest and best beloved son of Abd. Al Muttalib, whose office it was to provide provisions and water to the pilgrims who came to visit the Ka'bah, which was always a place of resort long before Mahomet was born. Abd. Al Muttalib and his eldest son Harith cleared out the old well Zamzam to supply water on the spot. But he had many enemies among his countrymen, so that he vowed to devote to the deity his 10th son, should God bless him with so many. The young Abdullah was doomed to die but was replaced by an offering of 100 camels. Calcutta Review No. 43 March 1854 Pages 79 and 88). Abd. Al Muttalib was the son of Haschem who was born (A. D. 464) and fulfilled with princely munificence the office of entertaining pilgrims to the Ka'bah.

Mohpor, to work into flesch, as maggots. To eat a way into the flesch as a maggot.

Mohprol, hard working, enduring much fatigue. Not fearing to encounter (as an animal in the chase).

Mojeuhna, just the thing, fitting to a T. Suitable in every respect. Proper time. It is high time. ''Mojěuh na! sia di gĕbugan''. It is high time that you should have a thrashing. Ari di adukĕun mojěuh na bai, when put together, they just fitted.

Mojo, enough! sufficient: let it alone! Mojo! ulah di opénan deui, Enough! don't have anything further to do with it. Omong sia mojo, we have had enough of your jaw.

Mokaha, no fear, never mind; an act from which no harm can arise. There can be no harm in it. Mokaha, di potong, is there no harm in cutting it. Kula ilu, sugan mokaha, If I go along also perhaps there can be no harm in it.

Moko, to probe out , to extract with a probe. To squirt or force some deleterious matter into a hole to draw out the inmate, as fish out of a hole, a worm out of the ground, or out of a festering wound.

Molong'o, gaping, standing open, ajar.

Molor, to sleep- a coarse expression. To sleep as a brute. When this word is used, it conveys an idea of indignity put upon the person sleeping. Molor bai sia, owoh gawé, you do nothing but sleep and are of no single use.

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perjanjian, to withdraw from an agreement Mohal daik mungkir ti omong aing , I will not disavow what I said.

Mungsrét-mangsrét, to squitter as an animal, especially a buffalo , in walking. Dropping the dung whilst walking.

Muntir, turning in gyrations and falling, as a bird shot and falling to the ground. Turning in gyrations as an animal with any disease; twisting and turning about. (Jav. Muntir, to turn round).

Mupakat, arabic, properly Mufakat to agree, to be of one mind, to unite efforts; to form a joint resolution. (الموافقة, Muwáfakat, agreeing).

Mupu, to gather fruit, to gather in a crop; to collect any objects. (Jav. idem).

Mupuri, to glean in the remainder of fruit on trees , after the chief part of the crop has been gathered; to gather a few straggling fruits.

Murag, to drop out as grains little by little; to drop off, as grains from the ear; what in English we call shaken. Paré na murag jasah, the grain of the paddy falls off very much.

Murah, cheap, low priced. (Jav. Mal. idem).

Murah ang'ěn, litteraly: cheap hearted, means — munificent, liberal; not stingy. (The preceding meaning also abundant, liberal and Ang'ěn, heart, mind, in Kw. and Sund.).

Murian, to put by, to have in keeping. Probably derived from Buri, behind, and thus: kept behind, reserved.

Meriang, having an attack of cold fever. Panyakit muriang, the fever disease. Muriang kawayah, the intermittent fever.

Murid, arabic, disciple, follower, scholar, (مريد, Murid, a scholar).

Muring'is, tottering and feeble; weak from exhaustion.

Muringkak, to stand on end, as hair in fright or in great cold. Muringkak buluna, the hair of his body stood on end.

Murudul, to crumble down in mass; to slip down as dry earth.

Murukukung, bent in an arch, curved, bent round. Said of any animal, especially a horse, which sets up its back. With the back curved upwards.

Muruluk, to crumble down in small quantities, little by little.

Murus, to run off; to run away; to make off. (Jav. Diarrhosa).

Mus, the end of; the upshot. Mus na bai, said when anything is lost in an unaccountable manner, nobody knows what has become of it.

Musa, arabic, Moses. Considered a prophet (موسى, Músá, Moses).

Musim, season, monsoon. Marsden calls this word Arabic, and has, no doubt, been introduced into the languages of the Archipelago generally by the early Arab traders, who suited their voyages to the monsoons (موسم, Mousim).


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Rh lates; Batu na tĕuas, the stone was hard; Tangkal na luhur, the tree was high. (1).

Na-as, the meaning of na-as is that nothing is obtained, as if a man went out shooting, and firing at a deer did not hit it, and firing at birds, could not hit them; feeling hungry could get nothing to eat; feeling thirsty could find no water, till going home in disgust, the party had nothing to bring with him. All this is expressed by the word Na-as. (Arab. نحسNahs, misfortune; unfortunate. In Jav. also Nahas). Na-as, there is a sort of calculation called na-as pitu, the seven na-as. In every month there are seven days which are called na-as, viz. the 1st - 4th— 11th — 14th — 15th — 21th — and 25th. Now on these seven days luck will never, or hardly ever, attend one's undertakings, everything will go wrong, and therefore these days are avoided by the native when he undertakes any matter of importance. There is a belief that on these seven dates of the month, Mahomet got into his greatest difficulties and persecutions.(Naturally the same word as the preceding).

Nabas, to buy up wholesale. See Tabasan. (Jav. Nĕbas, to buy the produce standing yet in the field. Cf. Tĕbus, Tumbas).

Nabi, arabic, a Prophet. Nabi Isa, the Prophet Jesus. Nabi Mohammad, the prophet Mahomet. ( نبي Nabi).

Nadin, Kĕtan nadin, the kĕtan paddy which is losing its qualities of Kĕtan and turning to Pare bĕnĕr or true paddy, a thing which the natives say sometimes takes place.

Naga, a fabulous serpent, a dragon. Naga, C. 315, the hooded snake or Cobra Capella; a serpent in general; the Hindu Dragon.

Nagasari, name of a tree, also called Pung, Acacia Pedunculata.

Nagasari, name of another tree, Mesua ferrea.

Nagara, a country; a region; a chief town. The capital of a country where the chiefs reside as contradistinguished from the villages or distant provinces. Nagara, C. 306, a town; a city.

Nagara Dangka, a country whose people do not know what is right, who are in ignorance (of the Mohammedan religion). See Dangka.

NagéL, slippery and without hold. Said of any place where no firm footing or hold can begot, as upon the face of a ledge of rocks. Nagél di na gawir, in a slippery position on the face of a steep bank ; on the face of a steep bank, where no firm hold or footing can be got.


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292 Nagĕn, to persevere; to undertake with vigour; to set to work with resolution. Nagĕn di pagawéan, keeping close at his work.

Nagi, to demand the payment of a debt; to dun. (Mal. tagi).

Nagog, sitting or crouching down carelessly. Nagog bai di imah, loitering in the house. Nagog bai di buruan, squatting in the yard before the house.

Nagrég, dry poor soil, where little or nothing will grow; hard bad soil, where hardly a wild grass or weed will grow, or thrive.

Nah, an interjection of reproach; an expression in finding fault with any one. ''Nah! sia nundutan dĕui'', there you are napping again.

Naha, how comes it? for what reason? Wat naha! an expression of remonstrance: How can that possibly be! Bij what means is that! Naha sia to daik pĕupĕuli ka aing, how comes it that you do not tell me?

Nahĕun, to set, as a trap or other device for ensnaring. Nahĕun bachang, to set a springe to take an animal. Nahĕun gaul, and Nahĕun bubu, two methods of taking fish by setting those traps in rivers.

Naheur, to boil; especially to boil water or juice for sugar.

Nahi, failing in work which a man cannot get through; beat with a job; not able to get through any work given. Labour in vain.

Naik, to ascend, to go aloft; to increase in number or quantity. To assume a high office. Naik pangkat, to ascend in office. Naik raja, to become a king. Naik haji to become a pilgrim at Mecca. Naik kuda, to mount a horse. Naik kapal, to embark in a ship. (Mal. idem).

Najis, decidedly not (the word implies a strong and positive denial or. disbelief). Wat najis tĕuyn, it is a most positive lie. Najis sia bisa bayar, it is quite impossible that you should be able to pay.

Najong, to strike with the fore foot.

Nakĕr, very, in an extreme degree. Hadé nakĕr, it is very good. Murah nakĕr, it is very cheap. Luhur nakĕr, exceedingly high.

Nakhoda, persian, the master of a vessel; a native captain of a seagoing ship or vessel. Nakhoda prahu Bugis, the master of a Bugis prow. ( ناحدا Nakhudā, Pers. master خدا, khudâ of a ship ناو nâv).

Naksi, said of a woman who sues for a divorce.

Nal, wadding for loading a gun (which in Java, is generally with the natives sabut or coir teazed out of the husk of the cocoanut).

Nalik, as respects, regarding, taking into consideration. Nalik ka na bogah na susah nyambut, taking into consideration the difficulty there is in working it.

Naliktik, to seek, to peep, to look after.

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Rh :hang in a water course, and do not wash away clean. Paré na nambag di lawang gudang, the paddy is heaped up about the door of the store. Chadas na nambag to daikkĕn palid, the indurated earth hangs in its course and will not wash away. Chai na gĕus nambag, limpas kana bĕndungan, the water has collected in front of the dam and now flows over it.

Nambang, to be conveyed or transported by water; to work a shore boat. (Jav. Nambang'ng'i to make a traject, to transport across a river. Mal. Tambang, to transport over a river. Jav. Tambang, a cord — such being put across a river for the purpose of traject).

Nambat, to reach across; sufficiently long, sufficient for any object. Kayu na mojĕuh na, nambat ka sabrang, that wood is just the thing, it reaches to the other side of the water. Paré na to nambat ka tahĕiun dĕui, the paddy will not last till the next year, that is, there is not enough of it.

Namblĕg, thumping down firmly on the ground and remaining fixed. Said also of scales which are borne down to the ground with a heavy or full weight. Standing upright and immovable.

Nambo, the old course of a river now deserted; the former bed of a river.

Namnam, name of a fruit tree, Cynometra Cauliflora. The fruit grows out from the stem of the tree.

Nampah, to receive, to take in one's hands, to get into one's possession. Nampah sa rupiyah, to receive a rupee. (Jav., Ng. Tompa, Tampi).

Nampanan, to receive, to take in hand. (See Tampanan. Kula di sodoran, tĕlĕui nampanan bai, when it was handed me, I at once received it.

Namprak, spread out, laid out thin; set out or exposed (for sale).

Nana, a duplication of the possessive pronoun na which gives it emphasis. Girangan nana, still higher up the river. Pasawahan nana lĕgah, their sawah are extensive. The word nana requires to follow a final an in the previous word.

Nanah, matter from a festering wound; pus. (Jav. Mal. idem)

Nanchĕb, stuck in the ground or other substance. See Tanchĕbkĕn. (Jav. Nanceb, to stick a thing with the point in the ground or into any week substance).

Nandĕs or Tandĕs, cut through, broken through, clean or short off.

Nanĕm, buried or sunk in the earth; stuck fast in the ground. Iyo batu wat nanĕm amat, how much this stone is stuck fast in the ground. (Jav. Nannĕm, to plant).

Nang'ĕn, heard only in To nang'ĕn, to have no strength, to be helpless.

Nanggĕuh, perpendicular, steep; straight upright; standing on end.

Nanggung, to carry singly, by means of a stick laid across the shoulders, with the weight suspended from each end. When two or more persons are employed carrying, it would be called Gotong, which see. To be security or bail for another person. (Mal. Tang'gung, Mĕnang'gung, to bear; to be security. (Jav. Nang'gung, to be security).

Nganggur, of no use, of no avail , useless , worthless.

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144 stand still. There is no such thing as a stationary condition for the human understanding. To stand still is death; to go backwards is worse.

"With the advantages of the good training which you have received here, yon cannot go amiss for subjects of study and improvement. The rock at your feet, the plant in every walk yon tread, the air that surrounds you, the insect that flits across your path, the stars that look down upon you, are all suggestive of knowledge. They abound in subjects which it is good for clear heads and sound minds to study and investigate.

"When the Spirit of God first moved on the face of the waters, the physical forces that produce the works of nature were brought into play. The wonders, the harmonies, and the beauties of creation are but the display of these forces. As exhibited in the aspects of nature, they are never-ceasingly instructive. In the silent hours of the night you may learn excellent lessons from them by watching the 'hosts of heaven.' I sometimes do this through the telescope; and of all the wonders and beauties that are revealed by this instrument, the simple passage of a star across the meridian is to me the most grand and imposing: it is exquisite—it is sublime! At the dead of night, when the noise of the city is hushed in sleep, and all is still, I sometimes go over alone to the Observatory to revel in this glorious spectacle. The assistants, wearied with watching, have retired to rest, and there is not a sound to be heard in the building save the dead-beat escapement of the clock, telling the footsteps of time in his ceaseless round. I take up the ephemeris, and find, by calculation made years ago, that a star which I have never seen will, when the hand of that clock points to a certain instant of time, enter the field of the telescope, flit across the meridian, and disappear. The instrument is set, and as the moment draws near, the


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Nangka-beurit, literally the Mouse Jack fruit, a variety of the Jack fruit, of which the fruit is long and round. Called in Malay Champědak, Artocarpus Polydheraa of the family of Urticea. The Sunda name means literally the rat or mouse Jack tree, which probably betrays the trees as not aboriginally belonging to Java, or else there would be some single and purely indigenous name for it. Yet it is found every where in abundance among the mountains. The Malay word Champǎdak ; contains the word Champa, which was a country of Bengal, the present Bhagalpore; Dakh, (C. 252) a giver, a donor — may denote that it was given by, or introduced from Champa.

Nangka Wolanda, The Sour-sop, Anona Muricata; — originally introduced from the West Indies by the Dutch and hence Wolanda.

Nangkarak, lying on the back, with the belly upwards.

Nangkod, adhering to; in close connexion with; embracing.

Nangkoda, persian, the captain of a seagoing vessel , a native captain ; the same as Nakhoda.

Nangkub, lying on the belly, with the back upwards.

Nangkuban, inverted over anything; lying with the belly downwards over anything.

Nangsi, name of a tree, Urtica Eubescens.

Nangtung, on end, upright , standing up. Maka nantung sia, stand up. Maka nararangtung, get up all of you. Nararangtung, is the plural of nangtung.

Nanjak, to go up, to ascend a hill, to climb a steep place.

Nanjĕur, upright, erect, on end; rearing up. Kuda na urut nanjĕur, the horse had reared up.

Nanya, to ask; to enquire. Kula teu nanya, I did not ask. (Mal, Tánya, Tannya, Ger.).

Nanyaken, to enquire after anything; to question.

Napal, adhering, adhesive, sticking to; clammy; in juxtaposition. (Jaz. Napĕl, to have a circuit to adhere, stick to).

Napas, arabic, breath, respiration; the breath of life; air which is taken into the lungs; soul, spirit. (نفس, Nafs, anima; persona, individuum. نفس Nafas, spiritus, anhelitus. Freytag).

Napas, a colour of horse's hair, which is light brown or fawn. Kuda napas, a fawn colored horse.

Napi, to sift, to put through a sieve or riddle; especially said of rice and grain. (Jav. Napenni, idem).

Napsu, arabic, the energy of life; the passions; a willingness to exert oneself; sensual desires, lust. Owoh napsuan, there is no exertion in him or it , said of man or beast. Napas alam dunya, the desires of this world. (From the same root نفس, in the 3d form dcsideravit, 4th cupidum reddidit, desiderio affecit. Freytag).

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296 abrupt precipice. (Kw. Ger. Tawing, shut out of view, covered; also name of a mountain). Nayaka, a noble man, a man of high birth, a grandee. Nayaka, C. 819, chief, princi- pal, head, pre-eminent.

Nayĕuh, same as Tayĕuh, which see. Teu nayĕuh, it does not look like it ; it is not likely. (Cf. Kw. Ger. Tayuh, an apparition, a vision in dreaming).

Néam, it appears to me, it strikes me. Néam mohal hadé, it appears to me as if it would not be right. Néam na pondok, it strikes me that it is short.

Néang, same as Téang, to look for, to search, to get hold of, to call.

Nĕbal, to begin, to commence. To take any work in hand. Nĕbar, to sow seeds broad cast. To scatter seed over land prepared for that purpose. To sow sawah paddy as seed in the Pabinihan, to be subsequently transplanted. (Jav.Sĕbar, Nyĕbar Nĕbar idem).

Nébéng, slope, ascent; a flat but upright surface.

Nĕda, to eat, a refined expression. Eukĕur nĕda, he is just eating. (Bal.Nĕda, to eat).

Nĕdah, to ask, to entreat. Nĕdah kalapa sa hulu, I beg of you one fruit of the cocoanut (Jav. Nĕdah, Kr. Nuduh Ng. to assign, to show, to order).

Nĕdas, done up entirely, totally destroyed or allowed to goto ruin. (Tĕdas, hit, wounded).

Nĕdĕng, in season; ocurring in quantities, abundant, said of fruit; in the busy act of doing something. Said of anything that is plentiful, or of any operation which is in the midst of being performed. Kadu ĕukĕur nĕdĕung, Durians are plentiful. Nĕdĕng di buat, in the midst of cutting paddy. (Jav. Mai. Sĕdĕng, sufficient; apt, becoming; at the very time. Nĕdĕng, to do at the right time. Kw. Sĕdĕng and Sĕdĕk, at the time that).

Négla, visable from a distance, exposed to view. Di gunung négla amat ka laut, on the mountains you have a fine prospect over the sea. Négla tĕuyn kalakuan sia, your actions are too clearly seen. The place in Bantam called Pandeglan, seems derived from this word négla, with Pan before it, and an after. The N of négla is transformed into D, as is the case with some other words, as Pandĕurĕusan, from Nĕureĕus. Pandéglan in Bantam is on the eastern slope of the Gunung Karang, and commands a fine view. (The d in Pandéglanand Pandĕurĕusan seems to be euphonically inserted. Fr.)

Nĕjum, arabic, the stars; a horoscope, astrology. (نجم Najim; plur. نجم Nujum, or نجوم Nujfim, stars).

Nĕk, an idiomatic expression of feeling sorrow, or regret; of feeling hurt. Ari ngadengi tĕu mĕunang, nĕk bai, when I heard that it could not be got, I was quite hurt.

Nékér, to strike a light with a flint and steel. See Panékér.

Nĕktĕk, perpendicular. Bolt upright: especially said of anything which is very high, as a mountain.


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Rh Nĕlah, to bear a name, to be called. Nĕlah Abdullah, to be called Abdullah. See Katĕlah. (Jav, Tĕlah, to be accustomed; custom. Mal. Tĕlah, said of the past time).

Némbalan, to answer, to respond, to cry out. (Jav. Timbal, Nimbal, to transfer, to throw to another; nimballi, to call a person, to order).

Némbang, to pitch a tune; to tune an instrument. (Jav. Nĕmbang, idem).

Némpélét, a very trifle, showing small in quantity. Paré na némpélét dĕui, his paddy was reduced to a small compass.

Nĕmpuh, to put under the obligation of praying, to claim indemnity. Ari rusak bakakas aing, daik nĕmpuh bai ha nu maké, if my tools are spoiled, I shall claim indemnity from those who have used them. That is — I shall make them pay for them. (Jav. idem).

Nĕmpur, to buy paddy.

Nĕnaunan, about what? what are you doing? A verb derived from Naun, what? Nĕnaunan sia di dinyo, what are you about there?

Néné-moyang, ancestors, grandfather and grandmother. Néné is not used alone, but there is Nini for grandmother. Moyang is also not used separately and occurs only in the expression Néné-moyang. Vide Moyang.

Nĕnggĕl, to hit on the right spot, to strike with effect To hit with precision. To nĕnggĕl, it did not hit. (Jav. Pĕnggĕl, Nĕnggĕl, to run against the body of a person. Ger.).

Népa, to infect, as disease conveyed to another. Panyakit éta sok népa, that disease is catching, or is caught by coming in contact with a person already affected.

Nĕpi, up to, at, on arriving at; sufficiently long or large. See Tĕpi. Nĕpi ka lumbur, pĕupĕuli ka mandor, when you get to the village, tell the Mandor. Kayu iyo to nĕpi, this wood is not long enough, it will not reach across.

Nĕrapkĕn, to set up or put up in order, to arrange. (Jav. Trap, manner, way, order; nĕrap, to regulate, to put in order).

Néros and téros, spindle shaped, thick at one end and thin at the other, as a stick of bambu. In Malay Tirus.

Nĕtĕs, sore-footed, from festering cracks or wounds which naturally break out, and which often trouble the native very much; they occur on the sole of the foot. This obliges him to wear a Tarumpah or rude sandal, which see. (Jav. Tĕtĕs, hurt, cut, wounded).

Nĕulĕum, to dip, to dye, as cotton cloth or thread. To dive under water. (Jav. Silĕm, to dive under water, to sink into it; Nilĕm, to dip, to make sink).

Nĕupa, to work iron, to work as a blacksmith.

Nĕurak, to take effect, to make an impression, to leave a mark; to hit. Di kadik ku bĕdog to daik nĕurak, when struck with a chopper, it would not be cut. (Jav. Nĕrak, to hurt, to hit).

Nĕurĕus, to lay spawn or deposit eggs as fish do. Coming on in crowds. Said of numbers of people pressing on to obtain some object.

Nga, a syllable placed before a substantive or adjective, whereby a verbal sense is conveyed, as Déngi, hear, hearing, Ngadéngi, to hear. The word so formed is also often followed by an, as Hadé, good, Ngahadéan, to make good, to mend. See


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Rh :ing about and gazing without fear or apprehension. Would be said of an enemy taken by surprise, or of a herd of deer found in the jungle.

Ranu, a name for a lake in eastern Java. In the Sunda districts such lakes are called Danu, which is probably the same word.

Ra-ong, many voices. Voices heard in all directions.

Rap, the idiomatic expression of laying hands on, of suddenly taking, of taking unawares. Rap bai di chĕkĕl, unawares they seized him.

Rapat, close, adjoing, in contact. Maka na rapat kadujo, cause it to be close here: bring it close here.

Rapatkĕn, to bring together, to join, to unite.

Rapuh, brittle, as rattan or other vegetable fibre used as string. Easily snapping.

Rara, a rope, a string, a bit of twine. See Ngarara.

Rara, sickness, disease of any kind.

Rarab, overgrown with weeds, said of a plantation from which the weeds are not removed. Humah na rarab, his upland paddy plantation is overgrown with weeds.

Rarachak, to join, to put together, as a carpenter puts his wood together.

Rarahan, a log yard. When the jungle has been cut down for a humah the fallen trees and branches are lopped short, so that they may lie close together and burn well. When the fallen forest has been so treated it is called a Rarahan, and is thus in the state preparatory to burning.

Rarahong, intruders, interlopers. The followers of chiefs, whose inducement to follow him is for what they can get by plunder, under the cover of the chief's name.

Rarai kĕusik, name of a small river fish.

Rarak, a variety of eel in rivers, resembling the Lubang, only is smaller and of a greenish hue.

Raranchak, name of a river fish, flat and broad; called also in some places Lalawak.

Rarangan, any place where it is forbidden to go or to cut down the vegetation, hunt the game, or meddle with it in any way; a prohibited spot; anything forbidden. From Larang, which see.

Rarangki, the bambu framework of the roof of a native house, on which the ataps are tied. These bambu frames are mostly made and tied together on the ground, and then lifted to their place on the roof, where they are made fast.

Rarap, a trace of man or animal having passed; a mark on the ground of some animal. Kĕbo na lĕung'it ka kalér rarap na, the buffalo was lost, and his trace was towards the north.

Rarawat, to take care of, to put in order, look after, side away; to put by for future use.

Rarémpo, a modified plural of Témpo, they are call dished; they are all done for: their times are come. Said also of a single person, as if all his little matters were gone to the devil. Gĕus rarempo jasah, he is most miserable, most destitute.

Rarik, to drill. A borer driven by means of a bow-string.


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298 below for numerous examples. By divesting the word of the initial nga, and final an, the crude word will be found, which may mostly be further consulted in voce.

Ngabadĕg, many, plenty, superabundance; more than wanted.

Ngabaiawak, to drop in upon a neighbor who is known to have good cheer, and as soon as you have got your belly full to walk off. Done in imitation of the Baiawak, which see.

Ngabakti, to do good actions, to do what a man's faith or religion requires. To make reverence or homage. See Bakti.

Ngabayuan, to feed, to take care of. To cherish.

Ngabayut, jammed, grazing along.

Ngabĕdil, to fire with a gun; to kill by firing at with a fowling piece or Bĕdil. Ngabĕdil unchal to nĕurak, I fired at a deer, but did not hit it.

Ngabĕlĕlok, to explode, to go off with a loud report.

Ngabĕng'uk, sitting cowered in a heap, with the head hanging down, and troubled with some difficulty.

Ngabĕsot, slipped or sprung out: disengaged; unconnected by slipping out.

Ngabĕtok, to set oneself in opposition; to be hard-headed and obstinate. Unwilling to comply with any demand. (Jav. Batuk, the forehead).

Ngabĕtrik, to fly back with a spring as a bent stick; to reverberate.

Ngabĕurĕuman, to make red, that is to make any one ashamed of himself. To worst an enemy.

Ngabihi, a petty title of family rank next below a Rangga, generally heard as Ingabi. (Jav. Ngabehi from kabeh, many, much. According to Gericke higher in rank than a Rangga).

Ngabilĕng, to stare earnestly, to watch attentively; to watch without turning off the head or eyes.

Ngabiti, to strike sideways with the foot. To give a side blow with the leg. (Jav. Ambitiy to strike with the fist).

Ngabokong, to set the rump against anything so as to lift it; to shove up and along with the rump, as a boat in shallow water. See Bobokong. (Jav. Bokong, the rump).

Ngabrag, to run about at random; to go aroving. To neglect work and go strolling about.

Ngabugigig, said of a person, especially a woman who is careless about her toilet, who never combs her hair, or puts her clothes properly on. Slovenly.

Ngabukti, to get possession, to receive as an offering which is due and accepted. To obtain. See Bukti.

Ngabulak, to bubble or well up like water, in large quantity and with force.

Ngabundĕl, rolled in a heap; collected in a mass. (Jav. Bundĕl, to make a knot, to tie up).

Ngaburayut, hanging down in a heap, or in a bundle or in a cluster.


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