GLIMPSES OF NATIVE LIFE
some friendly talk is exchanged between them and the bathers, as the craft makes its way through the slowly-dividing groups. One day I saw a broad, brick-laden barge, that had thus come lumbering down the stream, run aground on the shallows; the men jumped out, and began pulling and shoving to get it afloat again. The
A laundry in the river.
water dripped from their tucked-up sarongs, and their backs gleamed in the sunshine, as, almost bent double, they urged the ponderous thing- forward. But still the bright red heap remained stationary. Suddenly, a young boy, who had just stripped for the bath, came down the embankment with a running leap, and giving the boat a sudden sharp push, sent it darting forward. Then