Isles of the East : an illustrated guide : Australia, New Guinea, Java, Sumatra . alls of a mountain rift that kept getting lower. This rift is theravine of the Kali-Bates. When the working of this giant crater had decreased, or entirelyceased, new craters formed in its interior. There are four of these, threeof which lie upon one volcanic cleft, running in a — directionalong the head-axis of the Sand Sea, which at the same time is the middle-line of the ravine of Kali-Bates. They form iiiner and outer circles, andhave apparently risen consecutively—the Widodaren, the Giri (which seenf
Isles of the East : an illustrated guide : Australia, New Guinea, Java, Sumatra . alls of a mountain rift that kept getting lower. This rift is theravine of the Kali-Bates. When the working of this giant crater had decreased, or entirelyceased, new craters formed in its interior. There are four of these, threeof which lie upon one volcanic cleft, running in a — directionalong the head-axis of the Sand Sea, which at the same time is the middle-line of the ravine of Kali-Bates. They form iiiner and outer circles, andhave apparently risen consecutively—the Widodaren, the Giri (which seenfrom the north is hidden by the former), and the Bromo. The fourth, the Batok, lies north of the great eruption-cleft, standsby itself, and is quite undamaged. A fifth small volcano, the Goenoeng-Kembang, lies south of the Giri, and forms, apparently, the highest pointof the Widodaren. The crater-bottoms of the Widodaren and the Giriwe find as small sand lakes between their partly-destroyed are called the Segara-wedi Kidoel and the Segara-wedi Lor. The 137. 138 Giri has destroyed the east edge of the Widodaren, and cast itself upagain inside its crater, to gi\ e place in its turn, on the east side, to theBromo, rising as an outward touching crater. A deathlike silence reignsover this spectacle of the destructive forces of the earth ; the mysteriousquietness of the greyish-green mountain-sides and the bleak sandy desert,is undisturbed by the metallic rustling of the wind through the tjemaras,a sound that makes one think of the approach of a train. Sometimes we are surprised by the sound of voices from the otherside of the sandy plain, but we seek in vain for human beings. If weaccidentally distinguish a pedestrian or horseman in the midst of theDasar, then, and not till then, does it strike us what gigantic dimensionsthat plain and also the surrounding mountain-sides must have. Every-thing is too light, too clear, too peaceful, too silent to bring home to th
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