Besides tlie fruits already mentioned, there are
durians, mangostins, jambus or rose-apples, lansiums,
pompelmuses, limes, bread-fruits, bananas, pine-ap-
ples, and oranges. The latter are particularly nice,
and in one of the kinds the leathery rind is not yellow
when the fruit, which is merely a berry, is ripe,
but still remains as green as when only half-grown.
It is the custom here at the table to peel this fruit
with a knife, exactly as we peel an apple.
From Tondano to Kema the road is built in a
deep, zigzag ravine, and commences to descend a mile
north of the lake. Through the ravine flows a
stream which is the outlet of the lake. On the
northern side of the plateau where the road begins
to descend, this stream is changed into a waterfall,
which is known as the waterfall of Tondano. It
consists of three falls, but, when seen from the usual
point, a short distance north of the lower fall, the
upper and middle ones form a boiling rapid, and only
the lowest one presents a grand appearance. Where
the first and second occur the water shoots down
through a deep canal, which has been apparently
formed in the rock by the strong current. Having
rolled in a foaming mass through this deep canal, the
water takes a flying leap down seventy feet into a
deep, circular pool, the outer edges of this falling
stream breaking up into myriads of sparkling drops,
which fall in showers into the dark pool, where they
disappear forever.
Here a strange tragedy occurred in the year 1855,
when the governor-general from Java was journeying
through this land. One of the highest officers on
his staff, a gentleman who had previously been governor
of the Moluccas, came to this place while the
others were resting at Tondano, and committed suicide
by plunging headlong into the deep canal above
the high fall. Only a short time before, he had dined
with the whole company and seemed very cheerful,
but here, probably in a moment of unusual despondency,
he made the fatal leap.
Continuing in the way that followed this crooked
stream, I occasionally beheld the high top of Mount
Klabat before me. Several large butterflies flitted
to and fro, their rich, velvety blue and green colors
seeming almost too bright to be real. At the eighth
paal we came to the native village Sawangan, and the
chief showed me the burial-place of his people previous
to the arrival of Europeans. Most of the
monuments consist of three separate stones placed
one on another. The lowest is square or oblong, and
partly buried in the earth. Its upper surface has
been squared off that the second might rest on it
more firmly. This is a rectangular-parallelopipedon,
one or two feet wide and two-thirds as thick, and
from two to three feet high. It is placed on end on
the first stone. In its upper end a deep hole has
been made, and in this the body of the deceased is
placed. It was covered by the third stone of a triangular
form when viewed at the end, and made to
represent that part of a house above the eaves. It
projects a little beyond the perpendicular stone beneath
it. On the sides of the roof rude figures of
men, women, and children were carved, all with the
knees drawn up against the chin and clasped by the