The Silken East ^
that is inseparable trom all such symptoms of human life, in a world of infinite and inanimate calm.
Over the cliffs it is a Sabbath-day's journey to Thitta-bw. Two miles of cliff divide it from the derricks and engines of Yenan-Gyaung, giving it seclusion and peace ; and a little bay runs up from the lordly Irrawaddy to help to make it beautiful. Like all the villages along this coast, it lies at the mouth of a freshet, which holds water only after heavy rain. But the freshet makes a little valley, and a fan of alluvial sand, along which the great boats of the Irrawaddy and the dugouts of the village lie at anchor. The village lies snugly within a stockade of purple thorn and giant cactus, interspersed with flowers. Some noble trees shelter it from the excessive sun, each as beautiful as an English oak ; and the green swelling downs rise up on every hand, broken here and there into patterns by the hedgerows. In the soft haze of evening the little settlement looks the very picture of rural repose.
There is a house at Thitta-bw built for the European traveller. Airiness is its chief characteristic. Its front room is made up entirely of windows. These are covered by slight awnings of plaited mat, that can be thrust open or let down by means of wooden props. It is with reluctance that one closes them for an hour or two each day, when the sun-blaze on the waters is