Next year, owing to the demand I created for waterwheels, I suppose the Javanese will start making them for the tourist trade.
[Drawing: _Java in a State of High Cultivation_] Just as Russia is the land of "nitchevo," Spain the land of "manana," and China the land of "maskee," so Java is the land of "never mind." You will hear the expression dozens of times in the course of a talk between residents of Java--at the beginning, in the middle, and at the end of sentences.
"I think it will rain to-morrow, but--never mind." "I missed the train, but--never mind." "I'm not feeling well, but--never mind." You hear it all the time, all through Java.
In Java we had the best coffee we had struck since leaving Paris, in fact, the first real good coffee we had found.

Even worthy Abdullah, our camp cook, was considerable of a failure at coffee making.

The Boro Boedoer ruins are among the most stupendous in the world; the volcanoes of Java are like chimneys in Pittsburg, the terraced rice fields are beautiful beyond belief, but--never mind.

I think I shall remember Java chiefly for its delicious coffee and for my house-to-house hunt for a waterwheel.
I was sitting one day in the Singapore club talking to Colonel Glover of the British army, when a hand tapped me on my shoulder.

I looked around and there stood the King of Christmas Island.