The Lower Courses
forest, the sambhar bellows in the dense thickets, the tiger and the panther stalk their prey, and the stray Chin alone stands for the supremacy of man.
The scene that is thus unfolded before the eyes is one of distinct beauty ; a feast of colour in its way. The sky, laden with heavy rain-clouds, runs the whole gamut of the spectrum. But when the sun goes down, and the clouds chance to gather in an
the apex of the delta at myanoung
unbroken canopy overhead, they become a burden upon the spirit. The world grows small, the motionless air lies heavy on the lids of earth, the soul of the spectator is prisoned within the universal gloom. It is at such times that the white man, whose destiny has brought him here, feels himself an alien and alone. The merry people, the blue hills, the shining river, are phases only of his exile. Pestiferous insects fall in hecatombs into his food, and leave their