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mountains, on the summits of which an army of opal clouds is enthroned, Shwegu is thrice lovely.
Henceforth, till it reaches the Third Defile, the river's course is uneventful, save where, encircling many islands, it receives from China the many-mouthed homage of the Shweli. Yet it never ceases to be beautiful. At evening the sun sinks behind the clear-
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cut amethyst hills in a blaze of gold, and the hues of sunset pervade the still reaches, slowly changing like chords of divine music till they pass imperceptibly away into the dusk of twilight. Later, the stars shine out in the clear winter sky, and their light, like quivering spear-points, plays on the face of the waters, hastening on to their union with the sea. The Great Bear, climbing the heavens, points coldly northward,