direction, with feathers attached to them,
for the purpose of keeping off the flights of those beautiful little
birds, called Java sparrows, hovering above. From these plots the rice,
or paddy, as it is called, is transplanted into the fields, each plant
being set separately. How our English farmers would stare at the idea
of transplanting some hundred acres of wheat! Yet these savages, as
they would call them, set them this worthy example of industry. We
passed a market crowded with people. There were long sheds, in some of
which were exposed European articles, such as cutlery and drapery; in
others, drugs or salt-fish, or fruit and confectionery; while at some
open stalls the visitors were regaling themselves with coffee, boiled
rice, hot meat, potatoes, fruit, and sweetmeats. We stopped at a large
town on the coast, called Probolingo, where there was an excellent
hotel. There was also a square in it, with a mosque on one side, the
house of the Resident on another, a range of barracks on the third, and
a good market-place, where I saw piles of magnificent melons, for which
the neighbourhood is celebrated. It is a place of some trade; and we
were told that there were in the storehouses coffee and sugar sufficient
to load twenty large ships. Broad roads, bordered by fine trees, with
native villages, and large European houses, surround the town.

As we continued our journey on the following day, we began to meet with
coffee plantations, which are neatly fenced in, and consist of some
twenty acres each. They are pleasant-looking spots, as the shrubs are
planted in rows, with tall trees between each row to shelter them from
the sun. Sometimes, too, we came upon a species of Banian tree, a
noble, wide-spreading tree, with drooping branches, under which might be
seen a waggon laden with paddy, and a group of people with their oxen
resting by its side. I remarked that coffee was carried in large
hampers on the backs of ponies. We used to lunch sometimes at the
bamboo provision stalls, under the shade of tall trees near the
kampongs, where we found hot tea and coffee, sweet potatoes, rice cakes,
and a kind of cold rice pudding.

The Javanese delight in a sort of summer-house, which is called a
pondap; it is built to the height of sixteen feet or so on stout
pillars, with a raised floor, and covered with a thatch made of the
leaves of the palm. It is open at the sides, except a railing of
netting three feet high