^ To Thayetmyo
waste of jungle. In one corner rest the mortal remains of the man who made the Aracan mountain-road, "worn out by exertions too great for his physical frame," in another is the tomb of one whose life closed early, an ensign of twenty-three. Not far off from him lies a young Englishwoman.
steamer with flat in tow coming up to thayetmyo
All is solitude, save where from a remote corner of the wide desolate place there comes a scent of incense. A party of Tamils, with lighted tapers placed on the tomb before them, is going through some strange litany. Here alone, amidst all these graves, is there one that is linked in any way with the living world about it. As to the restathey lie for the most part forgotten ;