and thatch. In a little while the Sikh commandant
calls, in his sword and sash, to pay his civilities, and
to say that all is well at the post. The day drifts
slowly on to afternoon. The village cocks crow to
each other ; a tra-
veller passes down \ ; T \ *■ .
the road; hard by
in the little stream |§J| ’
under the black
bridge, ducks cackle
and dive in the
shallows, and the
village girls laugh
as they bathe, and
fill their waterpots
for the day’s use.
Great trees fling
their shadows over
the stream, and
through the foliage
there are visible
the spires of a
m o n a s te ry ,' the - ; *COFFEE.Ho; s;Nq
brown roofs of
cottages. The picture is one of rustic beauty, that
lingers- in the recollection long after one has left the
country.
The road from Kyauklebin ascends continually,
till it attains the summit of a pass, from which there
is visible the great outline of the Shwe-u-Daung, its
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