o* The Sittang"
way. Villages lined the banks and the river ever widened as we went.
At Khayo low hills again descended to the stream's edge, and behind them rose the blue bulwarks of the Paung-Laung hills, an outcrop of white rocks near their summits giving an impression of snow. But as the sun paled, they stood out clear and blue against the tinted sky. Cotton-trees and birds innumerable, plantain-groves and mangoes bursting into bloom, pagodas upon the river heights, met me as I took my way, and so I came in the late evening to Sittang.