12 TOWN OF PROBOLINGO. 



people here all spoke Javanese, and but few under- 

 stood Malay, so that we found HilFs servant, Yacoob, 

 very useful as an interpreter. 



From this place to Probolingo the road was in 

 many places heavy and sandy, and we got one or 

 two very poor sets of horses, so that we proceeded 

 with difficulty, and sometimes were obliged to walk. 

 The country passed through also was in many 

 places less rich than usual, as we came close upon 

 the sea and its marshes. We reached Probolingo 

 about noon, and were again surprised at the extent 

 of a place we had never heard of till a day or two 

 before. Broad roads, with avenues of lofty trees, 

 intersected each other at right angles, bounded by 

 the fences of the native kampongs, which looked 

 like large orchards. Here and there were European 

 houses of good size and appearance, each in its own 

 grounds, with a carriage drive under the trees. We 

 drove up to a very comfortable hotel, clean and well 

 kept, but the master of which spoke little or no 

 English. 



Our first care was to see the Assistant-resident, 

 but we found he was out of town, and would not 

 return till next day. Captain Blackwood and Hill 

 then drove out to call on Mr. Etty (brother of the 

 celebrated artist of that name), who had a large 

 sugar establishment about three miles off. Mr. 

 Etty, senior, was in England, but his sons came 

 down to the hotel in the evening to offer us any 

 assistance in their power. They had been out wild 



