From the south-west angle of the southernmost
pagoda, where a double sphinx looks out across the
spaces, there is unfolded a picture of a wide river,
making its last progress in loops and curves to the sea.
Enthusiastic people say that it is as fine as the harbour
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of Sydney. At some distance from the river a long low
line of hills runs' down on the east, and another, the
nucleus of Bilu-Gyun, runs along the west, a rampart for
the retreating sun. The river enfolds in its course
several large, low-lying islands, and at one point, at
Mopun, it makes a beautiful curve ending in a headland,
where rice and timber mills send their, smoke into the
