The Silken East ^
crests rise up between the sky and the Irrawaddy plain. The pathway, proceeding along the eastern face of precipitous clififs, brings me at last within sight of the pagoda, poised on the utmost summit of the hills.
The pagoda, built by Anawrata the Great, King of Pagan, is worthy of its builder and of its site. Its rounded outline, of a lustrous white, culminates in a golden spire, and the dark winged roofs of monasteries-cluster about its feet. Its intrinsic size is enhanced by knowledge of the task involved in its construction here, far from all human resources. The long climb to it is extravagantly repaid by the noble view that expands from its platform.
In the east, below it, there are the crumpled spurs of the mountain, with villages cheerily embowered amongst trees, and green fields in the valley openings ; then a