On the Road
and thatch. In a little while the Sikh commandant calls, in his sword and sash, to pay his civilities, and to say that all is well at the post. The day drifts slowly on to afternoon. The village cocks crow to each other ; a tra-
"" * - 1 k * veller passes down *
the road ; hard by ^ h
in the little stream '
under the black bridge, duckscackle and dive in the shallows, and the village girls laugh as they bathe, and fill their waterpots for the day's use. Great trees fling their shadows over the stream, and through the foliage there are visible the spires of a monastery, the brown roofs of cottages. The picture is one of rustic beauty, that lingers in the recollection long after one has left the country.
The road from Kyauklebin ascends continually, till it attains the summit of a pass, from which there is visible the great outline of the Shw-u-Daung, its