FROM MONGTSE TO SSUMAO
watched a group of Poula women laden with wood, the weight of which was sustained by a linen band across the forehead. On catching sight of me they hesitated whether to advance, but at last plucked up heart to pass in a body.
On the ist March, in the morning, we re-entered Manhao, after a few ordinary experiences by the way. We met two men carrying
On the Red River.
a corpse by head and heels, slung to a bough, on which a sacrificial cock was fastened. The cortege, preceded by a man gently tapping a small gong, disappeared up a narrow defile, and we heard the receding sob of the gong long after it was lost to view. Unbelievers these Chinese may be, but they will traverse mountains for the sake of burying their dead in hallowed ground. At another place we encountered a minor chief with the usual accompaniment