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of the next three years, for my book has already swollen like a mountain stream, and I have more to relate about the part of our dominions I was now leaving. The curtain falls ; and, after the manner of the dramatic author, I must ask the reader to imagine an interval of nearly four years before it rises again upon the land of Gautama the contemplative.
And, as the audience are looking round the house, I may as well finish this chapter by forging a few connecting links.
Those mean a bacilli,a mixing with my pure blood, hurled me from a happy position and forced me to encounter not only cloudy weather, but a hurricane of angry passions dark as Erebus. The first cloud was comparatively no larger than a manas hand; but it rapidly spread, soon blotting out the azure vault of heaven.
Instead of returning when my leave had expired, I was persuaded in , some unaccountable mannerastill perhaps under some subtle influence of the feverato join a regiment, with which I marched for six weeks through a country the monotony of which is not to be described.
Having obtained a Privilege leave a for a month, I should have a fortnight for looking about, leaving a week for the journey either way.
Instead of carrying this programme into force, I found myselfaoh, irony of fate!amarching in a diametrically opposite direction. The destination had been depicted in glowing colours, and I found it commonplace, not to be compared with Rangoon or Prome.
Two years afterwards the sky cleared again for a period of six weeks, after which it became darker thanTwo years afterwards the sky cleared again for a period of six weeks, after which it became darker than