He assured me that a good deal of the south coast was forest land, while along the north was almost entirely swamp and grassy hills.
After minute inquiries, I found that the forest country commenced at a place called Waypoti, only a few miles beyond Pelah, but that, as the coast beyond that place was exposed to the east monsoon and dangerous for praus, it was necessary to walk.

I immediately went to the Opzeiner, and he called the Rajah.

We had a consultation, and arranged for a boat to take me the next evening but one, to Pelah, whence I was to proceed on foot, the Orang-kaya going the day before to call the Alfuros to carry my baggage.
The journey was made as arranged, and on May 19th we arrived at Waypoti, having walked about ten miles along the beach, and through stony forest bordering the sea, with occasional plunges of a mile or two into the interior.

We found no village, but scattered houses and plantations, with hilly country pretty well covered with forest, and looking rather promising.

A low hut with a very rotten roof, showing the sky through in several places, was the only one I could obtain.