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the space between, in hollows into which the river, at its rising, rushes in, Chinese market gardeners are toiling over rows of cabbages and beans. They go to
and fro in their blue clothes and large sun-hats, with cans of water slung from poles across their shoulders. An ingenious bamboo spout in each can makes the water splash in large silvery jets. In all that a Chinaman does, and has, there is something distinctive, from the decoration of his house, to the pattern of his pipe and the spray of his water-can. To understand him one must clear one's mind of all prepossession.
From the market-place it is an easy transition to China Street, the most important thoroughfare in Bhamo. A loud clatter of hoofs upon the stone pavement marks the Wm approach of a party of traders,
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one or whom dismounts before a shop. A small lad, running out, leads off his stout: nag with its tasselled trappings swaying about it, through a dark passage, to a stable hidden away in some presumptive backyard, while the man of trade,