At the time of my visit to the Me Tun valley the head Karen Was wanted in Raheng, and instead of direct dealings with the man, a long series of manoeuvres, in which I was unwittingly involved, MTas employed to secure his appearance. The whole scheme was Worked by a man who had the administration of the borderland, but Was reported by the Governor of Raheng as a murderer, and was known to the British authorities across the border as the head of a ?ang of dacoits.
I had only a Chinese servant with me, and we had a very rough time of it. The elephants and drivers ran away, so that I was without transport; and some ruffians would prowl about at night amiising themselves by firing shots. Fortunately, I was ill of fever, or might have been forced into violent action. At last an elephant Was procured, but the pads having been covered with filth, the stench was unendurable. Determined to push on, I started walking, though suffering from a raging fever, in a broiling sun. The constant wading in the water had reduced my shoes to a pulp, and it Was a relief to throw them off and walk barefooted. The path was Very rocky, and it was not until after dark that I came to a halt and
on the bank of the stream, completely exhausted, with my feet frightfully lacerated.
The others followed in my track, but it was near midnight when tlley reached the spot where I was lying, a helpless heap of pains arid aches. I was carried into Raheng, where, fortunately, falling mto the hands of Mr. Stevenson, a timber-trader, I met with kind A aie and attention. Fever had now established itself in my system, and became my annual companion.