STOP AT WONOSALAM. 1 #7 



neither, however, and moreover it ultimately turned 

 out that neither could he got that day. They said 

 the horses were all sick and many of them dead, 

 and the men of the village nearly all absent. It 

 appeared we had acted unwisely in suddenly chang- 

 ing our route and deserti»g the regular road, where 

 all had been previously prepared for us, for a small 

 cross road, where they had only just received notice 

 of our approach before we arrived. 



Finding that we could not get on, we made our- 

 selves as comfortable as we could where we were, 

 and although our quarters were not very spacious, 

 the people did all they could for us, and gave us 

 really a very good dinner, though without the ac- 

 companiment of knives and forks or spoons. The 

 kampong was small, containing not more than a 

 dozen houses, the principal of which had a kind of 

 verandah or portico in front, in which we sat, and 

 one tolerably sized room without windows, in which 

 they made up our beds, the family retiring to two 

 other dark rooms behind it. A small rill of clear 

 water traversed the kampong, which was surrounded 

 by a bamboo fence with a wooden gateway. Some 

 new and more spacious houses were in course of 

 erection on an open space about 300 yards off, on 

 the brow of a declivity, the end of a kind of pro- 

 montory overlooking the valley of the Kediri. Here, 

 under a half-finished pandopo, we passed the heat 

 of the day, admiring the noble views which it com- 

 manded. There was no rain this afternoon, though 

 we heard thunder, which seemed to be confined to 



