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closing sticks and other matters. From this place 

 we returned to the road, and then rode up to the top 

 of the ridge, where we were met by the Widono of 

 Baki, and the Widono of Batu took leave of us. He 

 had informed us that violent east winds sometimes 

 blew up the valley of Batu, blowing down even houses. 

 This was no doubt the reason of the scantiness of 

 wood on that side the ridge, as on the other or west 

 side, the hills were covered with the usual abundance 

 of forests. 



We now rode down the slopes of these hills into 

 a narrow valley, with sharp-peaked ridges on each 

 side of us, till we arrived at Baki, where we met the 

 Widono of Antang, with fresh horses, and found 

 the usual refreshment of tea, cakes, and fruit spread 

 in a pleasant pandopo. We continued to descend 

 down a lovely glen, with a broad foaming brook 

 leaping from ledge to ledge, and about half way 

 down had a view of a fine cascade that fell over the 

 rocks on our left, into the valley, from a height of 

 about forty feet. Lower down, the glen expanded, 

 and its sides and lower slopes were covered with 

 rice-fields. These were formed into many narrow 

 terraces, the water being confined by small, curved, 

 and scalloped- shaped dykes, or ridges, looking like 

 miniature fortifications. The steeper heights above 

 them were covered with fine wood, among which 

 the road wound for some miles nearly at a level, and 

 forming a beautiful stripe of turf, as close and soft 

 as that of a bowling-green. I endeavoured to enter 



