The Silken East
in the valley of the river and along the skirts of the mountains, adding by their ethereal lightness to the spiritual beauty of the morning. Then the sun rises, making an arch of red-gold on the horizon, and in a little while, wide shafts of light are abroad in the green glades and on the barred highway. It is a beautiful road, laid out on the swelling uplands that gradually climb, broken by little valleys and rivers, to the threshold, and so to the summits of the Aracan Yoma.
and delicate grasses border the highway on either side : the great teak with her clustering flowers ruddy against the blue sky ; the feathery palm, the versatile acacia.
At Nath there is a rest-house on a hill, and a police post with a trifling stockade round it. But the guardhouse of solid teak is interesting. The basement is a prison for malefactors on their way to be tried by a magistrate. It is constructed on the principle of a tiger's cageatwo compartments, only one of which is open at the same
on the road
The outlines of the Yoma are visible from here, of that clarity, combined with softness, that is only attained in a country of distant horizons, after days of rain. Splendid trees