fluttered in the sunlight, poised high above the calm face of the river. Painted butterflies winged their lowlier flight, touching its ripples, and heedless of the hungry fish that followed them, noses out of water, in tense pursuit.
on the paung-laung hills : hut in the forest
At Daung-sarit low hills rose above the river on the east bank, where long lines of village huts deployed. The black nets of fishermen hung like infernal shrouds from stakes in the sun, and each roof-top was conspicuous with waterpots and fire-clappers laid upon it, in tribute to the dryness of the season. The waters of the river were yellow, and charged with silt, and