The Silken East La-
precipices and ruddy downs fringed by dark woods. The country here is of a titanic order, and an impression of sombre grandeur pervades it at this season.
At Shwe-Nyaung-Bin there is another outpost, which stands on the crest of a conical hill, set in the midst of an amphitheatre of mountains. It is good in the heart of this wilderness, in the gathering dusk, to hear the quick enlivening peal of the bugles of England. There is no British soldier nearer than Shwebo, sixty miles away, but there is much in a great tradition. From Shwe-Nyaung-Bin, the road descends to the river of Kin. Dark peaks here rise up into the clouds as if from the bowels of the valley. One of these, darker and more rugged than the rest, is surmounted by a pagoda in ruins. In the valley bottom there are rice-fields, and by the edge
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