The Silken East v
THE MYSTIC SALWIN
the river curves in ample spaces, in which the whole world of sky and mountain is mirrored.
A few miles more and my limit is reached. At Yinbaung the mountains close in on every hand ; shadowy and fantastic masses deploy behind each other ; the river is in the grip of its iron keepers. Yet its power is unabated, and traces of its scorn and fury are legible in the shattered rocks that have come into nearest contact with it. Scarcely a vestige of their own individuality survives ; in everything they betray their subjection to its caprice. Worn into the most fantastic forms, hollowed out into caverns, sliced like sawn timber, pitted like the target of a battery of guns, cut into pinnacles like ant-hills, they are graven with