The Caves of Pha-gat
rows down the long hall, and on the stalactite ledges, there is a numerous company of Buddhas, a fraction only of the multitude that was once here. Yet, at a glance, one can see that many types and ages are represented. The guano lies in black heaps on the floor, and the odour is sickening. There are two exits, one above a great rock that bars the caves mouth, chosen of the winged tenants in their daily flight to
the sea ; the other is below the rock, and, as I stand in its shadow a moment before departing, there is a wonderful view from it, of the still face of the river, of shadowy hills beyond, and a flaming sunlit sky. I step from the cave into my boat, and slip down the river to Kogun.
A narrow water of the Salwin curves below it, encircling an island rich with river-grasses, with fields