The Silken East ^
a^transacts hereais to let the yellow stream run through each basket of earth, till all the concealing clay is washed away and pebbles alone survive ; from this remnant to pick out with precision rubies, which she slips under her tongue till her mouth is full. The occupation has its merits.
All about, under the bamboo houses and across the plain, making pools and puddles, run in bewildering variety the little streams of yellow mud.
Such is ruby-mining in its indigenous simplicity. A short way off, the company is at work, and the dbris and offal of its energy are like the output of