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'
Doramin
was
one
of
the
most
remarkable
men
of
his
race
I
had
ever
seen
.
His
bulk
for
a
Malay
was
immense
,
but
he
did
not
look
merely
fat
;
he
looked
imposing
,
monumental
.
This
motionless
body
,
clad
in
rich
stuffs
,
coloured
silks
,
gold
embroideries
;
this
huge
head
,
enfolded
in
a
red-and-gold
headkerchief
;
the
flat
,
big
,
round
face
,
wrinkled
,
furrowed
,
with
two
semicircular
heavy
folds
starting
on
each
side
of
wide
,
fierce
nostrils
,
and
enclosing
a
thick-lipped
mouth
;
the
throat
like
a
bull
;
the
vast
corrugated
brow
overhanging
the
staring
proud
eyes
--
made
a
whole
that
,
once
seen
,
can
never
be
forgotten
.
His
impassive
repose
(
he
seldom
stirred
a
limb
when
once
he
sat
down
)
was
like
a
display
of
dignity
.
He
was
never
known
to
raise
his
voice
.
It
was
a
hoarse
and
powerful
murmur
,
slightly
veiled
as
if
heard
from
a
distance
.
When
he
walked
,
two
short
,
sturdy
young
fellows
,
naked
to
the
waist
,
in
white
sarongs
and
with
black
skull-caps
on
the
backs
of
their
heads
,
sustained
his
elbows
;
they
would
ease
him
down
and
stand
behind
his
chair
till
he
wanted
to
rise
,
when
he
would
turn
his
head
slowly
,
as
if
with
difficulty
,
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
,
and
then
they
would
catch
him
under
his
armpits
and
help
him
up
.
For
all
that
,
there
was
nothing
of
a
cripple
about
him
:
on
the
contrary
,
all
his
ponderous
movements
were
like
manifestations
of
a
mighty
deliberate
force
.
It
was
generally
believed
he
consulted
his
wife
as
to
public
affairs
;
but
nobody
,
as
far
as
I
know
,
had
ever
heard
them
exchange
a
single
word
.
When
they
sat
in
state
by
the
wide
opening
it
was
in
silence
.
They
could
see
below
them
in
the
declining
light
the
vast
expanse
of
the
forest
country
,
a
dark
sleeping
sea
of
sombre
green
undulating
as
far
as
the
violet
and
purple
range
of
mountains
;
the
shining
sinuosity
of
the
river
like
an
immense
letter
S
of
beaten
silver
;
the
brown
ribbon
of
houses
following
the
sweep
of
both
banks
,
overtopped
by
the
twin
hills
uprising
above
the
nearer
tree-tops
.
They
were
wonderfully
contrasted
:
she
,
light
,
delicate
,
spare
,
quick
,
a
little
witch-like
,
with
a
touch
of
motherly
fussiness
in
her
repose
;
he
,
facing
her
,
immense
and
heavy
,
like
a
figure
of
a
man
roughly
fashioned
of
stone
,
with
something
magnanimous
and
ruthless
in
his
immobility
.
The
son
of
these
old
people
was
a
most
distinguished
youth
.
'
They
had
him
late
in
life
.
Perhaps
he
was
not
really
so
young
as
he
looked
.
Four
-
or
five-and-twenty
is
not
so
young
when
a
man
is
already
father
of
a
family
at
eighteen
.
When
he
entered
the
large
room
,
lined
and
carpeted
with
fine
mats
,
and
with
a
high
ceiling
of
white
sheeting
,
where
the
couple
sat
in
state
surrounded
by
a
most
deferential
retinue
,
he
would
make
his
way
straight
to
Doramin
,
to
kiss
his
hand
--
which
the
other
abandoned
to
him
,
majestically
--
and
then
would
step
across
to
stand
by
his
mother
's
chair
.
I
suppose
I
may
say
they
idolised
him
,
but
I
never
caught
them
giving
him
an
overt
glance
.
Those
,
it
is
true
,
were
public
functions
.
The
room
was
generally
thronged
.
The
solemn
formality
of
greetings
and
leave-takings
,
the
profound
respect
expressed
in
gestures
,
on
the
faces
,
in
the
low
whispers
,
is
simply
indescribable
.
"
It
's
well
worth
seeing
,
"
Jim
had
assured
me
while
we
were
crossing
the
river
,
on
our
way
back
.
"
They
are
like
people
in
a
book
,
are
n't
they
?
"
he
said
triumphantly
.
"
And
Dain
Waris
--
their
son
--
is
the
best
friend
(
barring
you
)
I
ever
had
.
What
Mr.
Stein
would
call
a
good
'
war-comrade
.
'
I
was
in
luck
.
Jove
!
I
was
in
luck
when
I
tumbled
amongst
them
at
my
last
gasp
.
"
He
meditated
with
bowed
head
,
then
rousing
himself
he
added
--
"'
Of
course
I
did
n't
go
to
sleep
over
it
,
but
...
"
He
paused
again
.
"
It
seemed
to
come
to
me
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
All
at
once
I
saw
what
I
had
to
do
...
"
'
There
was
no
doubt
that
it
had
come
to
him
;
and
it
had
come
through
war
,
too
,
as
is
natural
,
since
this
power
that
came
to
him
was
the
power
to
make
peace
.
It
is
in
this
sense
alone
that
might
so
often
is
right
.
You
must
not
think
he
had
seen
his
way
at
once
.
When
he
arrived
the
Bugis
community
was
in
a
most
critical
position
.
"
They
were
all
afraid
,
"
he
said
to
me
--
"
each
man
afraid
for
himself
;
while
I
could
see
as
plain
as
possible
that
they
must
do
something
at
once
,
if
they
did
not
want
to
go
under
one
after
another
,
what
between
the
Rajah
and
that
vagabond
Sherif
.
"
But
to
see
that
was
nothing
.
When
he
got
his
idea
he
had
to
drive
it
into
reluctant
minds
,
through
the
bulwarks
of
fear
,
of
selfishness
.
He
drove
it
in
at
last
.
And
that
was
nothing
.
He
had
to
devise
the
means
.
He
devised
them
--
an
audacious
plan
;
and
his
task
was
only
half
done
.
He
had
to
inspire
with
his
own
confidence
a
lot
of
people
who
had
hidden
and
absurd
reasons
to
hang
back
;
he
had
to
conciliate
imbecile
jealousies
,
and
argue
away
all
sorts
of
senseless
mistrusts
.
Without
the
weight
of
Doramin
's
authority
,
and
his
son
's
fiery
enthusiasm
,
he
would
have
failed
.
Dain
Waris
,
the
distinguished
youth
,
was
the
first
to
believe
in
him
;
theirs
was
one
of
those
strange
,
profound
,
rare
friendships
between
brown
and
white
,
in
which
the
very
difference
of
race
seems
to
draw
two
human
beings
closer
by
some
mystic
element
of
sympathy
.
Of
Dain
Waris
,
his
own
people
said
with
pride
that
he
knew
how
to
fight
like
a
white
man
.
This
was
true
;
he
had
that
sort
of
courage
--
the
courage
in
the
open
,
I
may
say
--
but
he
had
also
a
European
mind
.
You
meet
them
sometimes
like
that
,
and
are
surprised
to
discover
unexpectedly
a
familiar
turn
of
thought
,
an
unobscured
vision
,
a
tenacity
of
purpose
,
a
touch
of
altruism
.
Of
small
stature
,
but
admirably
well
proportioned
,
Dain
Waris
had
a
proud
carriage
,
a
polished
,
easy
bearing
,
a
temperament
like
a
clear
flame
.
His
dusky
face
,
with
big
black
eyes
,
was
in
action
expressive
,
and
in
repose
thoughtful
.
He
was
of
a
silent
disposition
;
a
firm
glance
,
an
ironic
smile
,
a
courteous
deliberation
of
manner
seemed
to
hint
at
great
reserves
of
intelligence
and
power
.
Such
beings
open
to
the
Western
eye
,
so
often
concerned
with
mere
surfaces
,
the
hidden
possibilities
of
races
and
lands
over
which
hangs
the
mystery
of
unrecorded
ages
.
He
not
only
trusted
Jim
,
he
understood
him
,
I
firmly
believe
.
I
speak
of
him
because
he
had
captivated
me
.
His
--
if
I
may
say
so
--
his
caustic
placidity
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
his
intelligent
sympathy
with
Jim
's
aspirations
,
appealed
to
me
.
I
seemed
to
behold
the
very
origin
of
friendship
.
If
Jim
took
the
lead
,
the
other
had
captivated
his
leader
.
In
fact
,
Jim
the
leader
was
a
captive
in
every
sense
.
The
land
,
the
people
,
the
friendship
,
the
love
,
were
like
the
jealous
guardians
of
his
body
.
Every
day
added
a
link
to
the
fetters
of
that
strange
freedom
.
I
felt
convinced
of
it
,
as
from
day
to
day
I
learned
more
of
the
story
.
'
The
story
!
Have
n't
I
heard
the
story
?
I
've
heard
it
on
the
march
,
in
camp
(
he
made
me
scour
the
country
after
invisible
game
)
;
I
've
listened
to
a
good
part
of
it
on
one
of
the
twin
summits
,
after
climbing
the
last
hundred
feet
or
so
on
my
hands
and
knees
.
Our
escort
(
we
had
volunteer
followers
from
village
to
village
)
had
camped
meantime
on
a
bit
of
level
ground
half-way
up
the
slope
,
and
in
the
still
breathless
evening
the
smell
of
wood-smoke
reached
our
nostrils
from
below
with
the
penetrating
delicacy
of
some
choice
scent
.
Voices
also
ascended
,
wonderful
in
their
distinct
and
immaterial
clearness
.
Jim
sat
on
the
trunk
of
a
felled
tree
,
and
pulling
out
his
pipe
began
to
smoke
.
A
new
growth
of
grass
and
bushes
was
springing
up
;
there
were
traces
of
an
earthwork
under
a
mass
of
thorny
twigs
.
"
It
all
started
from
here
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
long
and
meditative
silence
.
On
the
other
hill
,
two
hundred
yards
across
a
sombre
precipice
,
I
saw
a
line
of
high
blackened
stakes
,
showing
here
and
there
ruinously
--
the
remnants
of
Sherif
Ali
's
impregnable
camp
.
