The Silken East ^
from the eastern shore, and the river pours over them in angry disorder. The village of Phayanga suns itself in the east, under a line of palms, and wide spaces of rice-land spread out, putting all other green things to shame. As the sun descends, the cliffs by the river flame pink, and so go with us into the dusk.
The character of the river grows wilder and more turbulent as we gradually approach its junction with the Myittha at Kalewa. This is a very notable point in its course, and the approach to it loses nothing by its protracted grandeur. Sheer cliffs and rocky islands worn into complex forms ; seething whirlpools, the dread of all who must pass through them ; forests of primeval richnessathese are the main features of the rivers course below Kalewa. There are few signs of cultivation. The people are mainly timber-cutters, and raftsmen, and salvors, whose labour is witnessed by the rescued logs on the banks.
At Kongua there is a hamlet very charmingly placed on a little tongue of land at the junction of a small tributary with the river. Its line of brown huts and feathery palms is invisible to the eye till one is very near it. Then a gap discloses itself in the continuous wall of cliffs, and one by one the features of the village deploy. The cliffs facing the river are scarred with white gashes, where a part of the weather-worn surface has been rent away. As the river recedes from its high flood level, it leaves bare the pedestals of the hills which confine it. These are worn into water-holes by the swirling current. Ferns and grasses grow