launches, which puff with importance, and there are the
boats of the people ; the great hnaw with her bellying
sails, gliding like a beautiful phantom up-stream, or
trailing down to
the measured fall
of twenty oars ;
the cargo-tub with
her red canvas
full - bosomed to
the wind; the sampan
flying under
stress of sa il; the
f e r r y dug out
p ad d led by a
woman and a boy.
All of these come
and go, and they
are to be seen
from any one of
the many windows
of Maubin that
overlook the river.
The town is
built on the lip of
a la rg e is lan d ,
which, a few years
ago, was like an
a to ll ^or soup-
plate, sunk in the
centre; and in POTTERS OF BASSEIN
