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Updated: June 20, 2025
A single commercial transaction to-day involves the lives of hundreds of thousands, competes for their toil and life-blood, carries the decision of their destiny. A great merchant is the real Kris Kringle. He stands at the centre of exchange, distributes from the tropics and the arctic zones.
"Well, we shall keep them back so as to allow plenty of room for the evolutions." "Yes; but, let alone the country-people, every man with his kris, there are the military followers of those two Rajahs in full array." "Military! Phit! My dear Dallas!" "Ah, you laugh, sir. Why, roughly speaking, each of those two chiefs has got a following of about five hundred men say a thousand."
I went to the encyclopædia and found that the name of the knife was spelled kris and pronounced creese. The day-dreams which seemed impossible in the days of Monteith's Geography have since been realized.
His dress was a black velvet jacket, trimmed with gold lace, and trowsers of green cloth, with a red sarong and kris. He was the only one of the party armed while aboard. The rest were good, quiet men, and one or two of them very intelligent.
The chief weapons of offence used by these people are the kujur or lance and the kris. This last is properly Malayan, but in all parts of the island they have a weapon equivalent, though in general less curious in its structure, wanting that waving in the blade for which the kris is remarkable, and approaching nearer to daggers or knives. Among their exercises we never observe jumping or running.
The crack of a rifle afar off sounded clear and distinct. "He's made it. Thank heaven!" breathed Mr. Marquand fervently. Chunky leaped to the opening, swung his sombrero as he leaned out, and uttered a long, shrill "y-e-o-w!" A bullet chipped the adobe at his side. Stacy ducked, throwing himself on the floor, sucking a thumb energetically. "Wing you?" inquired Kris Kringle.
Once inside her own apartments, Tŭngku Ûteh placed the kris ostentatiously at the head of her sleeping mat, and then composed herself calmly to enjoy the tranquil slumber, which in the West is erroneously supposed to be the peculiar privilege of the just. Next day, the kris had been seen and recognised, but her father and mother received nothing but taunts from Ûteh in reply to their inquiries.
After luncheon, however, Hortense asked Grandfather to tell her about the knife with the crinkly blade. "That," said Grandfather, "is a Malay kris, such as the pirates in the East Indies carry. An old sea captain gave it to me. It once belonged to a Malay pirate. When he was captured, my friend secured it and gave it to me in return for a service I did for him."
Everywhere, the male Javanese carry the kris or native knife in the girdle. There is much variety in the blades, handles and sheaths of those weapons, real native damascene blades costing considerable sums. One taking a superficial trip through the island is at a loss to understand why the natives should be armed.
One of the guards saw them and raised the alarm and all the guards came running. Malay Kris tried defending them, but his edge was so dull that he could make no dent on their armor at all. So, once again, they were subdued, tied up, and brought before the king and queen. "So," cried the king, "we have you again. This time we'll put you away for good. But first search them.
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