would seem since time began; an orchard oi fruit
trees—the pear, the cherry, and the peach— is growing
up from plants brought from England, and this is their
first season of flower. A garden of daisies, primroses,
heart’s-ease, and other gracious things is beginning to
bloom. The little rivulets are being spanned by rustic
bridges, the sound of saws and hammers floats across
the valley, breaking the slumberous stillness with the
music of man, the dwelling-maker ; nameless places are
for the first time coming into possession of a name.
The little men of the hills, who wear blue clothes and
carry daks, sword and axe in one, and distend their ears
with amber tubes as wide as the barrel of an 8-bore,
go to and fro, digging and blasting ; unspoilt children
ready to take a lesson from the right man. And the
right man seems O to have come here to teach them
the necessary lesson. “ The Kachin/’ he'says eloquently,
“ is of all road coolies that I have seen the best, for
KA CH IN ENCAMPED OU TSIDE BHAMO
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