64 PROCEED FROM LODO OMBO. 



After a cup of tea and a piece of a dried up fowl, 

 we stowed some cold potatoes into our pockets, and 

 set off. We climbed right up the hills at the back 

 of Lodo Ombo, by a very steep zig-zag path, and 

 soon got above all the drifting clouds into the clear 

 upper air. Here we crossed some excessively narrow 

 ridges, between profound ravines, of which we could 

 not see the bottom for the woods that covered their 

 sides. At one place the path was not more than 

 four or five feet wide, between two precipitous 

 slopes, the narrow heads of two dark ravines that 

 wound away down the sides of the mountain on 

 either hand, into valleys that were full of boiling 

 clouds. These ravines were very numerous, and 

 separated from each other by equally numerous 

 winding knife-edged ridges, each crested with a 

 row of tall and noble trees, like lofty pines. By 

 eight o'clock, however, we had got above even 

 these, and came out on some summits, covered with 

 nothing but short coarse grass. 



Arrived at a level ridge that stretched out on 

 either hand, and seemed nearly the highest ground 

 about us, we turned to look over the country we 

 had passed. On our left hand lay the northern or 

 Java sea, with the islands about the eastern end of 

 Madura dimly visible. On our right was the great 

 Indian Ocean, and the island of Nusa Baron spread 

 like a map before us, but still misty with the 

 morning haze. Due east of us rose other mountains, 

 peak behind peak, stretching towards the eastern 



