Isabella Lucy Bird Bishop, The Golden Chersonese and the Way Thither… (1883)
“ STADTHAUS, MALACCA, January 23.Malacca fascinates me more and more daily. There is, among other things, a mediaevalism about it. The noise of the modern world reaches it only in the faintest echoes; its sleep is almost dreamless, its sensations seem to come out of books read in childhood. Thus, the splendid corpse of a royal tiger has been brought in in a bullock-cart, the driver claiming the reward of fifteen dollars, and its claws were given to me. ”
