^ The Lower Courses
this season of the year, when the sky is not overcast with rain, this last hour of the day is inexpressibly beautiful. The river turns to a flood of gold, and the marble clouds become transfigured in mysteries of light. It would be useless to attempt the description of so much glory in words, the " shadows of a shadow world." a
Lastly, there comes the night, and the crickets cheep from the thickets, and the frogs croak from the marshy fringes of the river. And here it may be noted that this paradise breeds the largest and most virulent mosquitoes in Burma. " At this place," wrote an ambassador of England a hundred years ago, " we
spent a very comfortless night ; it is a part of the river remarkable for being infested by mosquitoes of an unusual size, and venomous beyond what I ever felt in any other country ; two pair of thick stockings were insufficient to defend my legs from their attacks."