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time. It sounds very gay, for the ‘‘Societeit Concor- 
dia’’, (we would say elub) is just across the street and 
a fine military band is playing Wagner, ete. The 
Dutch always have a club and military band at 
every town of any importance. The one at Batavia is 
splendid and at Buitenzorg also. We are put up at 
both of these and so can go and sit on the lawn and 
hear the musie. 
Love to all from 
Your affectionate son, 
Tom. 
Hotel Rupert, 
Garoet, April 9, 1907. 
Dear Fred : 
This is a fine place, deliciously cool, three thous- 
and feet above sea level. We were up at 4.30 and 
drove two and a half hours to the foot of Papanda- 
jang, an active voleano, ten thousand feet high. It 
was a perfect morning and the scenery, well, it is be- 
yond human power to describe it, I believe. At the 
foot of the mountain saddle horses were waiting for us 
and, accompanied by several coolies who carried cam- 
eras, luncheon, butterfly nets, ete., we rode to the 
erater. The little path was very up and down hill 
and covered with rolling stones; it took two hours be- 
fore we reached the top. Such a view, looking down 
on rice fields and tiny villages and off to other vol- 
canoes; it was superb. The crater is wonderful; it 
was spouting steam and sulphur fumes at a great rate 
and making a most infernal noise all the time. We 
saw mud boiling right up out of the ground, so hot 
you could not touch it; in fact, you could not go near 
