IN THE DESSA
One hut we passed, where a very old man sat playing with a tiny baby, so exceedingly pretty, that we could not help stopping to admire it. With a proud smile he told us, it was his great-grand-child. Its father and mother were living with him, and so indeed were all the other members of his numerous family, sons and daughters and grandsons and granddaughters, who,
Rice-barn shaped like a childs cradle.
each in turn, had wedded and brought a wife or a husband to the parental home.
a There are over a score of thema said the patriarch proudly. To him, in truth, had been granted the prayer, which on their wedding-day Javanese couples put up to the gods. a Give us a progeny like to the spreading crown of the waringin tree.a And the venerable sire,