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Tuesday 24. Again up early, and our breakfast was eaten on 

 our porch — tea, toast, boiled eggs, cold mutton and tongue, jam, 

 sapodillas, and pisangs, and at 5:15 we were in our automobile 

 bound for Boroboedoer. In recent days this excursion required a 

 whole day, by rail, steam tram and carriage. We passed several 

 markets on our way, and the crowds were surprising ; how the} 7 got 

 out of the way I do not know, but they did without a growl or a 

 curse, as in less civilized lands. Surely the influence of the good 

 Buddha Sakyamuni must still dwell among these people, whose 

 kindness to each other, and to every beast as well, is remarkable. 

 I had read Dr. Groneman's treatise on Boroboedoer 1 after dinner 

 last night, and I was primed with all that was supposed to be known 

 about the wonderful structure we were hastening to along avenues 

 lined with Canarium trees (from which the bark had often been 

 partially stripped, to the evident injury of the tree, probably for its 

 tannin). I thought, as one too often does, that I had a fair idea 

 of the wonderful pile and its carvings, of which I had also studied 

 photographs. I cannot tell how far I was from the reality. 



On the way the sky was agreeably cloudy and the air cool. 

 The crops were again different as we hurried along. Tobacco 

 came first, with perhaps the best specimens we had seen, some 

 plants as tall as a Javanese farmer. The drying houses were im- 

 mense structures in considerable number, indicating extensive 

 production; the plants were irrigated. Then came sugar, and 

 what we took for a mill near the railway in the distance. The cul- 

 ture of this grass did not seem clean, as it had not been stripped 

 and the crop was blocked with dry leaves. It was being cut and 

 carted in towards town : the long canes were slender and short- 

 jointed, of a reddish brown color. Cassava was also grown to some 

 extent in disused rice fields. We came to several more markets 

 with crowds like those at American ball games, except for quiet- 

 ness and quaint garb. The small children here, as everywhere in 

 Java, abundant, were quite naked, and we noticed one little girl, 

 young enough to be allowed to go without clothes, earning a baby 

 in the same primitive condition. The proportion of females was 

 great, even working in the fields, planting rice or cutting paddy 

 in adjoining fields. A curious road roller (there was a regular 



1 Ruins of Buddhistic Temples in Praga Valley. Tyandis Barabudui 



Mendut and Pazvon. Seinarang, 1912. [The orthography of the names is far 

 from settled.] [3 11 ] 



