THE VOICE OF BURMA.
You have heard the voices which call from the forestaYauk-hpa Kwe-Kaw shouting his hunting song. You have heard the ghostly old lady who cries to her husband,a
a Oh ! old man, oh !
Build a pagoda, oh !
I told you to do so.a
You know the Crow Pheasantas moaning a Whoop, tohoop, whoop a; the tap-tapping of Wood-peckers; the * Shwe pyaee zoe a of the Iora. Mynahs chatter ; babblers laugh and chuckle ; Gibbons whoop cheerfully every morning in camp when you take your early tea ; aud in the Rains the reel of Crickets tortures your nerves like a dentistas drill. What miles and miles of woodland and frontier hills these sounds recall!
By the camp-fire at night the faint, regular voice of Rwung Kulu, the Night-jar, breaks in upon your thoughts by its very persistence. She is calling through the forest *** a fruitless search for her dead husband, a Chung-dzur eung ! Chung-dzur Fung ! a In the eaves of the matting rest-house Zee-gwet and Dee-doke, the Owls, chuckle ^ith malicious mirth ; while Tucktoo, the Lizard, comes *Wn to his appointed place by the wall-lamp and calls Tau-teh Tau-teh a ten times. Every one is on good with the Tucktoo, for his presence is lucky.
Outside, a bullock-cart has passed down the deserted rAad. The moaning and creaking of its wheels growOutside, a bullock-cart has passed down the deserted rA ad. The moaning and creaking of its wheels grow