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rection to those we liacl seen before. On our way we passed by the temple of Biemo, or, as he is also called, yiukudoro and Sana. This fane is on a hill to the right of the road, and is more perfect than any of the others on the plateau. The lake Warno is at the base of the Brambanan moun- tains, and is about three hundred yards long, covered in part with rushes. The water presented a diversity of colours truly extraordinary. One portion was bright yellow, another a beautiful emerald green, another light blue, then rose, orange, and milky white, the various hues gradually pass- ing into each other. We could not attribute this wonderful effect to atmosplieric influence, for we were told that the lake was always the same during the dry and wet monsoons.
Three black ducks were the only living objects we saw, which, to juilge froni their glossy plumage, seemed to thrive well in these sulphureous regions.
From iiere we walked to the Chundi Bumie,
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