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to the singing. Nor is it customary in the East to scoff at the display of religion. And to the only Englishman on board, as he sits alone in the fore-ways of the ship, there is a subtle attraction in these
voices singing some old familiar hymn, the first music of his youth.
As we approach Pha-an the limestone hills come nearer to the river. The Kaw-gun caves lie at the end of a narrow water on our left, and at Pha-gat, a little higher up, the width of the river contracts. Through these gateways there is entry into a
dreamy world of
wide, calm, waters, ot wooded islands and distant peaks : and the splendid Titanic form of Zway-kabyin. Here we are very near the turning point of the range, and its form changes completely within a few hundred yards of ascent up the river.