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a shrub with much the habit of the ohelo (Vaccinium), and we 

 came rather abruptly to the bare rocks where we soon left the paard 

 and the paardjonjen, while the "wayknower" with the provision 

 box and my raincoat (which I needed no more that day) went on 

 over a roughly paved and at last steeply ascending path to the 

 crater edge. How I regretted my vanished youth as I saw the 

 light, half-dressed Javanese boy walk lightly up, while I had to 



122. THE CRATER OF PAPANDAJAN. 



rest for breath two or three times! At last we were at the end of 

 our climb, and in a little temple to Vulcan (or whoever of the Java- 

 nese Pantheon looked alter volcanoes), erected by the Dutch Gov- 

 ernment for the greater comfort of travelers, I gladly opened my 

 provision box for the first time (it was opened many times, later, 

 to receive specimens of both rock and plant as we descended the 

 mountain) . I was amused, for besides two very small hard-boiled 

 bantam eggs and a paper of salt there were two slices of buttered 

 bread made into marmalade sandwiches, a corkscrew (superfluous, 

 as I always carry that implement in my pocket knife), and four 

 bottles containing ale, claret, and two of soda water. Thought of 



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