A. BURMESE ENCHANTMENT. 93
Last night you summoned the Laubung1 And saw the loads all neatly strung On wooden saddles ; and explained Your orders. All was well arranged. Kits, rations, Chinese-rice laid right, After a fierce and wordy fight.
But disregarding your harangues, The Chinese move along by gangs. Your ordered march is fast dissolved, In grand confusion soon involved. Your transport mules now onward stream Chaotic, like an evil dream.
But man and beast will plod all day ; By hill and stream they wend their way. At night they'll reach the halting place, And you will bless the grinning face, The suit of blue, the yellow skin, And moon hat tied beneath the chin.1
Overseer of muleteers.Overseer of muleteers.