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green  outer  shell  and  see  the  fine  coral  branches  of  mace  enveloping 
the  dark  kernel.  It  is  a  delight,  too,  to  see  mangosteens  and  ram- 
butans  growing,  to  find  bread,  sausages  and  candles  hanging  in 
plenty  from  benevolent  trees,  and  other  fruits  and  strange  flowers 
springing  from  a  tree's  trunk  instead  of  from  its  branches.  There 
are  thick  groves  and  regular  avenues  of  the  waringen,  a  species  Of 
Ficus,  and  related  to  the  banian — and  the  rubber  tree,  a  whole 
family,  the  roots  of  which  writhe  over  the  ground,  drop  from  the 
branches,  and  generally  comfort  themselves  in  unconventional  ways. 
Bamboos  grow  in  clumps  and  thickets,  ranging  from  the  fine 
feathery-leafed  canes  that  are  really  only  large  grasses,  up  to  the 
noble  giants  from  Burma,  the  stems  of  which  are  solid  trunks  easily 
soaring  to  100  feet  in  air,  and  spreading  there  a  solid  canopy  of 
graceful  foliage. 
The  creepers  run  from  tree  to  tree,  and  writhe  over  the  ground 
like  gray  serpents;  ratans  and  climbing  palms  100  feet  in  length 
are  common,  while  uncommon  ones  stretch  to  500  feet.  There  is 
one  creeper  with  a  blossom  like  a  magnified  white  violet,  and  with 
all  a  wood-violet's  fragrance ;  but  with  only  Dutch  and  botanical 
names  on  the  labels,  one  wanders  ignorantly  and  protestingly  in 
this  paradise  of  strange  things.  The  rarer  orchids  are  grown  in 
matted  sheds  in  the  shade  of  tall  trees;  and  although  it  was  then 
the  end  of  the  dry  season,  and  few  plants  were  in  bloom,  there  was 
an  attractive  orchid  show,  in  which  the  strangest  and  most  con- 
spicuous bloom  was  a  great  butterfly  flower,  or  pitcher  plant,  the 
pale-green  petals  of  which  were  veined  with  velvety  maroon,  and 
half  concealed  the  pelican  pouch  of  a  pitcher  filled  with  water.  It 
was  an  evil-looking,  ill-smelling,  sticky  thing,  and  its  unusual  size 
and  striking  colors  made  it  haunt  one  longest  of  all  the  vegetable 
marvels.  There  were  other  more  attractive  butterflies  fluttering  on 
pliant  stems,  strange  little  woolly  white  orchids,  like  edelweiss  trans- 
planted, and  scores  of  delicate  Java  and  Borneo  orchids,  not  so  well 
known  as  the  Venezuelan  and  Central  American  orchids  commonly 
grown  in  American  hothouses,  and  so  impossible  to  acclimate  in 
Java. 
Lady  Raffles  died  while  Sir  Stamford  was  governor  of  Java,  and 
was  buried  in  the  section  of  the  palace  park  that  was  afterward  set 
apart  as  a  botanical  garden,  and  the  care  of  the  little  Greek  temple 
over  her  grave  near  the  kanari  avenue  was  provided  for  in  a  special 
