take neither turning but go down the hill, we pass on the right the Government offices and Post Office, and on the left the Padang (recreation ground), the municipal offices, the banks, and, over against them, on the right again, the Birch Memorial Clock Tower, erected to the memory of J. W. W. Birch, first British Resident of Perak, who was assassinated by Malays. Continuing past this along Hugh Low Street, named after the second British Resident, we go right through to the bridge over the Kinta river, passing on the right the pretty Peoplea s Park, with its decorative Chinese temple on the edge, and noting the Malay mosque opposite it across the river. Crossing the bridge we continue through the new town, and when the shop-houses end we swing to the left down a side street and keep straight on at right angles to our previous course until we reach a main road running parallel to Hugh Low Street. Here we turn left-handed and again cross the Kinta river, this time by the Birch Bridge, named after the first Residenta s son, Sir E. W. Birch, who, thirty years after, became Resident of Perak. From this bridge we run straight to the recreation ground, and, bearing to the right to go round it, pass the Indian
Ipoh Railway Station ani Hotel.
Photo by C. W. H. An English House, Taiping.
Muhammadan mosque, climb the rise to the English Church, turn left-handed again, pass the Club, and so arrive back at the railway station. This round in a rikisha will give a very good idea of Ipoh, and enable the visitor to realise that it is by no means necessary that an Eastern town should be a crazy congeries of filthy and dilapidated rookeries as so many are. A pleasant eveninga s run, also in a rikisha, is along Hugh Low Street, across the bridge and on until the road forks. Take the left-hand fork and go on as far as the turn to the racecourse, turn down this, past the Golf Club, and so bearing left-handed come back on the same road, but before reaching the fork branch off to the right and re-enter Ipoh by way of Birch Bridge and the Padang. The view from the racecourse towards the limestone cliffs and the higher hills of the main range behind them is at all times beautiful, but perhaps most impressive when a distant evening thunderstorm majestically proceeds along them, its black-blue clouds lowering above the white-splashed rocks, and its whole scheme of colour shot through and through with those violet vapours into which darkness at length melts the dying light of day.