26 PASSANGERANG OF KLAKKA. 



and sparkling brooks. Rising from this, we again 

 came on to a broad straight road, leading up an 

 ascent to the left, at the top of which was our halt- 

 ing-place for the day, the "passangerang" or guest- 

 house of Klakka. This was a large and lofty 

 bamboo house, on a raised terrace of brick, having 

 a broad verandah all round, a large central saloon, 

 and two or three good and well-furnished bedrooms 

 on each side. The verandah at the back looked 

 down a steep bank on to a beautiful circular pool 

 or small lake, about a quarter of a mile across, bor- 

 dered by a thick belt of wood, and right over it, at 

 a few miles' distance, rose the stately cone of the 

 Lamongan; upwards of 4000 feet in height, with a 

 wreath of white smoke curling from its summit. 

 The ground was agreeably undulating and diversified 

 on every side : on our left was a narrow ravine, 

 through which the brook we had crossed lower 

 down escaped from the lake ; and a few hundred 

 yards on our right was a small kampong with a few 

 cottages. In the verandah, which overlooked this 

 lovely prospect, we found a table spread with a snow- 

 white cloth, and all conveniences of glass, plate, and 

 cutlery. There was a troop of willing servitors in 

 attendance, who, as soon as we had washed and 

 changed our clothes, covered the table with a smok- 

 ing hot breakfast, piles of rice, curries, pilaus, and 

 fruits, with tea and coffee, and stood ready to obey our 

 slightest command. There was no host, no master 

 of the house to trouble us with ceremony: the house 



