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TROUBLE WITH PASSPORTS.
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being discovered by the keeper, he was attacked, disarmed, and killed, and his body being immediately transformed into stone, it was placed in this niche as a warning to others equally daring.

Having spent an hour or more in inspecting these ruins, we drove back to the village, and from thence to Malang, where we arrived between eight and nine, rather tired with our day's work.

The next morning I sent my passport to be viséd for the places we contemplated visiting; and whilst I was seated in our room, busily occupied in writing my journal, our host, a tall Dutchman, entered, and in a very civil tone told me my passport was not right, and the Resident wished to speak to me on the subject after breakfast.

"Bother these passports," thought I, "they are bad enough when you enter the port as a stranger, but to be pestered with them eternally in this way is nonsensical humbug." However, I said "Very