SURVEYING AND EXPLORING IN SIAM.
opposition; and now there are six of these lawless bodies threatening the peace and security of the whole community.
The Chinaman is a born trader, and the country people prefer dealing with him. The consequence is that the narrow streets of Sampeng, seen by few Europeans, are thronged with busy crowds, and the little shop-front awnings, meeting in the middle of the street, make the heat more stifling to the half-naked, happy-go-lucky passers-by. Some are on their way to the pawn-shop to dispose of stolen propertya perhaps your own hat, snatched off your head the evening before; others, to the Chinese temples to consult the oracles as to the lucky number in the next lottery, in which they have staked their all. After midnight the successful numbers are shouted through the streets by Chinese criers, who rival the pariah dogs in making night hideous. Sometimes the crowd hurriedly makes way for a Chinaman, who rushes down the street brandishing a sword, accompanied by others clashing cymbals and beating drums. They* too, rush into the temple, and when I refer to my intelligent Chinese servant for an explanation he puts me off with a Chin chin JA makee do.a Later we learn that the lot had fallen to this sword-brandishing Chinaman to take part in some ghastly performance in a Chinese procession, such as sitting on a sword with his back gashed open, or carrying a sword thrust through his cheeks.