way the winding of a creek, although one cannot see it,
and for my part I am never tired of tracing the white
flash of their wings, as they speed over these, hidden
inland waters. The river banks are gay at intervals
with vast plantations of the Dhanni palm, whose green
and orange blades curve and shimmer under every
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breath of the passing wind. But a full hour is accomplished
before the 'ship gets clear of the suburbs of
Rangoon, and right into the heart of the country.
Near Rangoon itself there is a different picture,
scarcely less attractive ; for the river pulses there with
the life of a great maritime city. Tugs with the heart
of Leviathan throb gallantly on their way ; cargo boats,
heavily laden, move slowly ; sampans creak for ever up
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