EPILOGUE.

The infinite variety of interests connected with the vast Malay

Archipelago, mainly dominated by European authority, can only be

inadequately mentioned in the simple record of a half-year's wandering

through scenes which stamp their unfading beauty indelibly on mind and

memory. Virgin fields of discovery still invite scientific exploration,

and the green sepulchre of Equatorial vegetation retains innumerable

secrets of Art and architecture. The geological mysteries of these

volcanic shores offer a host of unsolved problems, the surpassing

magnificence of flower and foliage makes every island a botanical

Paradise, and the varieties of race and language which moulded and

coloured the destinies of the Equatorial world, supply historian and

philologist with opportunities of unlimited research. The dim

chronicles of a distant past, inscribed in vague characters with faint

traces of the earliest Malay wanderers, link their shadowy pages with

historic records of falling dynasties and warring creeds, preceding

the eventful period of colonial enterprise, initiated by the wild

campaigns in quest of the precious spices. Although the Malay voyagers

remain veiled in the twilight which clouds the verge of authentic

history, the track of their keels may yet be followed through the

conflicting currents of that hitherto unknown ocean which they opened

to a future world. The forests and fishing grounds of every coast and

island still support the manifold divisions of the nomadic race which

forms the substratum of island life, and the star of hope which led

them onward, shone for many subsequent adventurers across those

Southern seas which aroused the energies and ambitions of later ages.

The symbolical stories of the world's infancy join the actual

experience of struggling humanity to the dreamland from whence it

emerged, as some syren song lured it into unknown regions. The

old-world legends of mankind "launching out into the deep, and letting

down the nets for a draught," repeat themselves from age to age, for

the human heart has ever sacrificed comfort and safety in order to set

sail upon some trackless ocean, on the chance of reaping that harvest

of life's sea for which man yearns with insatiable desire. The

wanderings of Odysseus, in the youth of the world, illustrate the

eternal pursuit of a visionary ideal, in those adventures which breathe

the undying romance of the sea. The resemblance between the traditions

of savage and civilised nations appears too strong to be fortuitous,

and indicates the underlying unity of feeling and purpose implanted in

the human race. Modern environment renders it impossible to calculate

the tremendous force of the mysterious impulse which swayed the onward

march of primeval tribes; even the later obstacles, overcome by bold

spirits who followed in their wake, can never be adequately realised

amid the artificial conditions of our present life. The charmed circle

of the "Equator's emerald zone," encloses a region of marvel and

mystery, where Imagination, the fairy with the magic mirror, helps to

interpret and reveal the secrets of Beauty and Truth, which transfigure

material form and colour with the halo of idealism. The tale of the

mysterious ages when "the threads of families" were first "woven into

the ropes of nations," still sways mind and fancy, but the romance of

the world continues, though the progress of Humanity varies the

pictured page. In the warm heart of the tropical Archipelago, Nature,

triumphing in eternal youth, seems to mock the transient phases of

aspiration and achievement, which vanish by turn into the misty past.

The great Mother chants her "Song of Songs" throughout the myriad

changes of Time, in terms so similar to the imagery of the Divine

Epithalamium that, from a human standpoint, it seems swept by the

spice-laden breezes of the Malayan Lotus-land, rather than by the

fainter fragrance wafted from the orchards and gardens of Palestine or

Egypt. Possibly the Syrian fleet, in search of ivory and peacocks,

touched at the enchanted shores where "all trees of frankincense"

perfumed the air, and produced those aromatic "powders of the

merchant," regarded as priceless treasures both in primitive and

mediæval days. The story might well capture the fancy of the royal

poet, and enrich the music of his verse with the luscious fragrance of

a more luxuriant land than even his own pastoral Canaan, flowing with

milk and honey. The hyperbole of Eastern thought often rests on a solid

foundation of fact, and the Hebrew love-song weaves tropical Nature's

lavish wealth of flower, fruit, and fragrance into a symbolic garland,

flung in passionate rapture at the feet of the beloved one. The

spiritual significance of the sacred lyric only transposes the mystic

melody into a higher key, and heaps the thurible of the sanctuary with

the frankincense of praise, to celebrate the typical bridal of Earth

and Heaven.

The diadem of palms on the last outlying islet of the Malay

Archipelago, stands out in dark relief against the golden haze of the

afterglow, which floods the sky, and changes the purple waters into a

sea of fire. The pageant of sunset lingers for a moment, and then

vanishes beneath of the pall of the swiftly-falling night. The

fairyland of eternal summer sinks below the horizon, and realities melt

into the shadows of that mental subconsciousness which holds the

wraiths of departed joys. Memories of the golden hours spent in

threading the flowery maze of the vast Archipelago, seem a mere handful

of shells gathered on the surf-beaten shores, but if even the empty

shell can hold the sound of the waves, this brief record of a cruise in

sunny seas may also convey faint whispers of that syren voice which

echoed through the ages of the past, and still allures the spellbound

listener to the swaying palms and spice-scented bowers of Malaya's

Island Paradise.

Transcriber's Notes:

The preference has been to retain inconsistencies and idiosyncracies in

spelling, especially of proper nouns, except in the case of obvious

typographical errors. Any corrections made are noted below.

Many Javanese names use the "oe" group of vowels. In a few cases, the

original text uses "oe" ligatures. Since such usage is inconsistent,

even for the same name, and the number of instances are few, the "oe"

ligatures have not been retained.

Inconsistencies in the hyphenation of words retained. (dream-like,

dreamlike; ear-rings, earrings; re-adjustment, readjustment;

sandal-wood, sandalwood; sub-consciousness, subconsciousness;

sub-divisions, subdivisions; thunder-clouds, thunderclouds;

waist-cloth, waistcloth; white-washed, whitewashed; wicker-work,

wickerwork)

In the original text, the entire Table of Contents was printed in

italic typeface. For the plaintext version of this ebook, in order to

reduce clutter, the standard markup for italics has not been used for

text in the Table of Contents.

Table of Contents, entry for "The Solo-Bessir Isles". The chapter

heading in the main text reads "THE SOELA-BESSIR ISLES." The original

wording has been retained in both cases.

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