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figures of Buddhist Priests beautifully carved ; not being up 

 in Buddhist lore, I cannot say who they were, but one was 

 the gentleman with the elephant's head so common in India. 

 On the 3rd I went to see the graves of the Sultans, and in the 

 evening had an audience with the reigning Sultan accompanied 

 by the Resident. Being the Fast the palace was closed, but 

 His Majesty received us in one of his pandopos with just 

 enough light to make darkness visible. He is a young man, 

 exceedingly fat. He had on a blue silk jacket which, with his 

 fat stomach, gave him something of the appearance of a head 

 waiter with a fancy jacket and apron. He has only one wife, 

 reported to be a great beauty. I had the honour of an inter- 

 view with her after the audience with her husband ; she is 

 certainly pretty, but nothing remarkable, quite young, with a 

 very fair complexion, and fine black eyes, her skin looking as 

 soft as velvet. 



On the 4th of August I started for Magelang, and on 

 the way visited the wonderful temple of Borobodoo. We 

 first came to the temple of Mundort, discovered by Mr. 

 Hartman in 1836 in rather a curious manner. It was buried 

 several feet deep in ashes and mud deposited by different 

 eruptions of the Merapi and Merbaboe volcanoes, and 

 appeared like a small mound covered with trees and jungle. 

 One of the trees on the summit attracted Mr. Hartman's eye 

 from the beautiful flower it bore, and he ordered it to be taken 

 up and transplanted to his garden. On getting at the roots 

 some stones were dug up and the mound was reported hollow ; 

 there was a small opening left after the tree was taken up, 

 but no one would go in for fear of cheetas or tigers. At 

 last Mr. Hartman made one of his men creep in and see 

 what was there. The man went in, and not coming out 



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