THE
GARDENS OF THE SUN.
MALAY DANCING GIRL.
Frontispiece.
LONDON:
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
I Dedicate this Work
TO
MY WIFE,
BECAUSE WHILE I WORKED ABROAD SHE WAITED AT HOME.
MOST OF US KNOW HOW EASY IT IS TO LABOUR—
ALL OF US KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO WAIT.[vii]
This record of a time spent among the less well-known portions of Malaysia may beinteresting to those whom the goddess of travel has wooed in vain, as perchance tosome of those “birds of passage” to whom the islands and continents of the world areas well known as the church-spires and mile-stones of their own land. In the islandsof the Malay archipelago—the Gardens of the Sun—Nature is ever beautiful, and man,although often strikingly primitive, is hospitable to the stranger, and not oftenvile.
A voyage of a few weeks brings us to these beauty-spots of the Eastern Seas—to an“always-afternoon” kind of climate—since they are blessed with the heat and gloryof eternal summer—to a place where winter is unknown—monsoon-swept islands oasis-likebasking in a warm and shallow desert of sea. Warmed by perpetual sunshine, delugedby copious rains,