88 THE WIDONO OF PARIS. 



place I had seen in these mountains, the rock was a 

 hard crystalline grey trachyte. Climbing up this 

 ridge we came upon a small pandopo, where we 

 found the Widono of Pakis and a party of mounted 

 attendants, waiting to escort us into his district. 

 For another hour we continued rapidly descending 

 a succession of slopes, more or less steep and slip- 

 pery, through an alternation of forests and coffee 

 grounds, till a little after noon we suddenly emerged 

 from our narrow shady lane into an open plain, 

 covered with rice-fields and villages, and scattered 

 patches only of forest and jungle. Here the road 

 was broad and excellent, with a bare carriage way 

 in the centre, and bordered with wide margins of 

 turf at the sides. The Widono, who was rather a 

 tall man, of about fifty years, with exceeding gravity 

 of countenance, now put his forces into something 

 like military array. We found we formed a body of 

 thirty horsemen, independent of several others who 

 had stayed behind with Hill, who was not well, and 

 Evans, who remained to come quietly on with him. 

 The Widono sent on one of his attendants, appa- 

 rently a petty chief, about sixty yards in advance. 

 He himself, and his Bukkel, or lieutenant, stationed 

 themselves immediately behind Captain Blackwood 

 and me, and the rest formed two irregular lines 

 astern, four of them carrying long spears, and one 

 a brightly-polished musket, belonging to the Wi- 

 dono. The chief and his officers were handsomely 

 dressed, with ornamented krisses, blue and red cloth 



