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to the conclusion that this was once a man. But every drop of blood had been sucked out of his body.
There are other tales, certified to by gentlemen of veracity and honour ; tales which are among the commonplaces of life, in this beautiful country of great rivers,
edge of a winding river, and immersed in the rich metallic beauty of the south, has qualities that make for attraction. Here there is no sense of isolation, for the river is the main highway of the Delta. All through the dry season, from the ceasing of the rains in November to their coming again in June, big steamers pass down it, and up it, to the number of a score a week.
And when they come at night, they fling their searchlights up the winding avenues, and transform the world of dark cumulose trees, of swaying forests of cane, of red-roofed houses, and spired pagodas glittering with gold, into a stage-land of extraordinary picturesqueness. The trees look as if they were cut in stiff velvet, the people as if they were actors in a play. Movement is
and bellying sails, and tropic luxury ; and yet I am reluctant to repeat them, lest in other lands they should meet with a foolish incredulity.
the mail packet from mandalay
Apart from mosquitoes, Maubin, built on the