The Silken East v
way the winding of a creek, although one cannot see it, and for my part I am never tired of tracing the white flash of their wings, as they speed over these hidden inland waters. The river banks are gay at intervals with vast plantations of the Dhanni palm, whose green and orange blades curve and shimmer under every
breath of the passing wind. But a full hour is accomplished before the ship gets clear of the suburbs of Rangoon, and right into the heart of the country.
Near Rangoon itself there is a different picture, scarcely less attractive ; for the river pulses there with the life of a great maritime city. Tugs with the heart of Leviathan throb gallantly on their way ; cargo boats, heavily laden, move slowly ; sampans creak for ever up