The Silken East ^
instinct of his people to better things. He is giving up the pomps and vanities of colour, of rich raiment, of secular pride. Trade' is less and less with him ; the lust of possession is passing away from his heart. Yet, as I look at him, I see clearly that he is a man of the world, with the strong air of one who has fought for his place, and such manners as come only to one who is conscious of power and success.
Beyond Sal lies Singu, a village very successfully
concealed from view by a low curtain of hills. Some white pagodas alone mark its presence, but the village is growing in prosperity, and the oil company at Yenan-Gyaung will shortly begin
operations here. Passing on, we meet low cliffs in the west, growing into blue mountainous spurs, and on the east there are the broken Tharrawaddy hills and Popa, showing four points. Between, there is a low country slowly sloping up, and conveying what is not uncommon here, an impression of a long hollow, into which it would seem the river might easily tumble over. There is scarcely an island here to break the vast mirror of the river, spread from shore to shore. While we wTait to repair