A BATAVIA HOTEL
from the ends of which dangle baskets of merchandise. Small, brown, chubby children, a necklet their one article of wear, are gathering the tiny, yellow-white blossoms that bespangle the grass under the tanjong trees. Grave-faced Arabs stride past. Chinamen trudge alonga lean, agile figuresa chattering and gesticulating as they go.
UA seller of fruit and vegetables, his baskets dangling from the ends of a bamboo yoke.a
But, among the crowd of orientals, no Europeans are seen, save such as rapidly pass in vehicles of every description, from the jolting dos-k-dos onwardsa with its diminutive pony almost disappearing between the shaftsa to the elegant victoria drawn by a pair of big Australian horses. But, even when driving, the noon-