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mass of masonry that had once been a Hindu temple, and then a 

 lesser one, both fenced in. We did not stop for these for they 

 looked rather dangerous from dilapidation and by no means attrac- 

 tive, and at last came to a walled enclosure, walled against the 

 advancing cane as well as depredators, for we saw bits of ancient 

 cut stone from these temple ruins all along into town, and steps in 

 the Sultan's palace were pointed out to us as coming from Prani- 

 binan or Boroboedoer, and, entering a gate, soon came to a little 

 building where we paid 50 cents each for a ticket to view "the 

 remains." The ruin is pitiable and in most cases complete, A few 

 of the man}' square, pyramidal-roofed structures remain, and we 

 climbed the steep steps (restored by Government, often with stones 

 evidently intended for other purposes) and looked at the rather 

 tiresome repetitions, far less interesting than those at Boroboedoer; 

 one could see almost at a glance that the latter was of a higher 

 tj^pe of religion. Here fat and generally bearded old men were 

 hugging equally fat women ; some of the latter carried spoons, 

 while behind the men was generally the trident. The external 

 ornamentation was often a recess or niche in which was a male 

 dog represented barking. Alternating with these were bas-reliefs 

 of vases with birds with human heads at the lower corner and nat- 

 ural birds above. Sometimes the entire top had fallen, and a 

 deep square pit in good preservation, over which the image once 

 stood (?), alone remains. In all the strudlure was of small, carved 

 blocks of lava with kej's and tenons, but no mortar. One had four 

 rooms; in one of these a large statue of Ganesha, the elephant- 

 headed god ; in the others images of no artistic merit. The amount 

 of membra disjecta piled up around, as wood or coal, was astonish- 

 ing, and many of these fragments were well carved and all exactly 

 cut. Corner pieces and reentering angles were evidently cut to 

 measure, far better than the work of modern natives. We were 

 interested but rather disappointed, and glad to get into our four- 

 horse chariot for the home run. We ate a good dinner, settled 

 our reckoning and retired early for our early morning start. 



Sept. 26. Our room boy brought us an unusually abundant 

 breakfast, which we ate by gaslight, as our traps were taken over 

 to the station near by, while we followed leisurely and found the 

 porter had purchased our tickets, got the trunk receipt, and put 

 all our hand luggage in the best seats. We passed Prambinan, 



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