seemingly motionless river, the grey mists rolling away
in successive folds gradually turned to cloud, and as
they climbed skywards, touched by the early rays of the
sun, passed into phantoms of the rarest beauty. Everywhere
the morning was now breaking, and from my
vantage-ground I could trace, the climbing light on the
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face of the opposite hills. The steamer was fast disappearing
at the end of a long grey reach of the river,
and I turned with a feeling of some loneliness—for it is
a lonely place—to the prospect of a stay at Thabeit-kyin
To-day, after five years, I am here again under
wholly different conditions. It is the eve of the monsoons
and the season is charged with the sense of great
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