and Pajitan mountains. As we neared Goreng Gareng, our carriage passed between hedge-rows principally of the kelor—a tree not unlike the

acacia—the leaves of which are a standing leguminous dish with the natives.

The house of the Swedish gentleman, whose hospitality we were about to enjoy, was situated in a wild neighbourhood—the only houses in his vicinity being those of his own workmen. He gave us a hearty welcome, and after introducing us to his family, showed us through his sugar factory, a short distance behind the house. As we were returning from inspecting the interesting process of sugar-making, we turned to look at the view behind us. The Lawoe appeared but a couple of miles off, though in reality, we were informed, it is above twenty. Below it is a range of low hills called the Geryporno, on the summit of the highest of which are the tombs of Ali Bassa and his family, who, from 1825 to 1830, harassed