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over their saddles, and silver trappings to their 

 horses, and the whole train were well clothed and 

 armed, blue and red being the predominant colours. 

 As we cantered along at the head of such a hand- 

 some escort we must have had a very mean appear- 

 ance in our dirty shooting dresses and dingy straw 

 hats. Our white faces, however, made up for all 

 other deficiencies in our personal appearance, and 

 seemed to assure us the most unbounded respect. 

 After an hour's canter across the plain, we reached 

 Pakis. This seemed a very straggling place, con- 

 sisting of several detached kampongs around a large 

 open grassy space, through which ran a small 

 valley and a brook that was dammed up into seve- 

 ral pools of water. The passangerang was on one 

 side of the Widono's court-yard, close to his house. 

 It was as comfortable as usual, but rather confined. 

 The Widono's house was large, built chiefly of 

 bamboo, and in the centre of the court-yard was a 

 very spacious and lofty pandopo, floored with brick 

 and partly covered with mats. Here he seemed to 

 transact business and receive visitors, as, soon after 

 we arrived, we observed a group of people sitting 

 down in it, to whom he came and seemed to be either 

 deciding a dispute, or giving orders. Every man, 

 as he addressed him, raised his joined hands before 

 his face, and 'bowed the head at the close of 

 each sentence. We had the usual heavy rain 

 from two to four o'clock, after which we thought we 

 would go and have a swim in one of the pools we 



