The Silken East v
Upper Irrawaddy. From Minsin, in the east, the river curves to Naukp, and, looking back from here, there is a fine view of the troubled outline and citadel-like forms of the hills, that rise between the river and the mountain wall of the wild Chins in the west.
Ledges of cliff and rock abut on the river, deep in hanging fern and velvet-textured moss. At these points the river swirls and foams, impeded in its straight
the territories it has won. But the marks of its supremacy, like blast holes and chisel cuts, bespatter the rocky banks all the way from Monywa to Hkamti.
Pink and black buffaloes all along the river stare, through the reeds, out of wild eyes at the passing steamer. Here and there a party of men, with dahs slung over their naked shoulders, and women in scarlet wrappings which drop in a fall over their ample breasts,
a glimpse from ashore
course ; and the line of the high floods on its rocky walls tells eloquently of a greatly fallen river. Foot by foot, and inch by inch, till the melting of winter snows again replenishes its flood, the river gives back to the land