launches, which puff with importance, and there are the boats of the people ; the great hnaw with her bellying-sails, gliding like a beautiful phantom up-stream, or
trailing down to the measured fall of twenty oars ; the cargo-tub with her red canvas
full - bosomed to the wind; the sampan flying under stress of sail ; the ferry dugout paddled by a woman and a boy. All of these come and go, and they are to be seen from any one of the many windows of Maubin that overlook the river.
The town is built on the lip of a large island, which, a few years ago, was like an atoll or soup-plate, sunk in the centre ; and in
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