The Silken East v
all its burden, the driver stands up and calls to his cattle by name. They make a splendid, frantic effort, go down on their knees, recover, and so come panting out of the slough in which they have been all but entombed. Such is the Burman unmetalled highway at this season, after three days of fine weather.
After tea, partaken of under the shelter of a village stockade, I set out again, leaving the cart to follow. The darkness comes very swiftly after the sun has set. Happily, the moon is nearly full.
Ye-gyan-zin lies high on a ridge of hills, the watershed between the valleys of the Mahtoon and the Pani,