Category: Travel Writing

Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A Retrospect

“So long As he could make me with this eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail’d on, How swift his ship.” SHAKESPEARE, _Cymbeline_.

Chapters

8. CHAPTER VII.

I once had the temerity to volunteer my valuable services for an expedition which was fitting out for the purpose of reducing a rebel stronghold; and the answer to my applicatio...

2. CHAPTER I.

“So long As he could make me with this eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of h...

7. CHAPTER VI.

The discussion of a national religion is always a delicate task, but, having so far considered only the physical and political aspect of the Burmese, I feel that I may no longer...

3. CHAPTER II.

“O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our hom...

10. CHAPTER IX.

Uninviting as may have been the immediate surroundings of the last place, few stations could vie with Prome in all that was picturesque. Situated on the left bank of the river,...

13. CHAPTER XII.

The march was resumed next morning under the most favourable auspices, though still in the same methodical order; for although we were no longer in continual fear of molestation...

9. CHAPTER VIII.

_Facile est descensus!_ It was one thing to be pulled against a strong stream; quite another to have it in our favour. It was one thing to ascend the river, a solitary European...

15. CHAPTER XIV.

The selection of the route narrowed itself to that of “Hobson’s choice”; for the embers of the Mutiny were still smouldering in various quarters, where the roads were consequent...

21. CHAPTER XX.

“My pen is at the bottom of a page, Which being finished, here the story ends ’Tis to be wished it had been sooner done, But stories somehow lengthen when begun.”

16. CHAPTER XV.

The capital of the Tenasserim provinces is situated on the left bank of the river, about half a day’s steaming from its mouth. It is, if anything, even more picturesque than Pro...

14. CHAPTER XIII.

Thus far, the tide of prosperity had been flowing without a check; we had visited many scenes, encountered dangers and surmounted difficulties, when a sudden and unexpected ebb...

12. CHAPTER XI.

Presiding at the table was the Commissioner, who, with the rest, appreciated the ludicrous position in which I had been placed. I do not think that he was altogether pleased at...

6. CHAPTER V.

These temples were by no means good specimens of Burmese architecture, which perhaps culminated in the _Kyoungs_, or resorts of the priests: a large quantity of elaborately carv...

11. CHAPTER X.

One evening when at dinner, I received an official letter, which ordered me to proceed on the following day to a spot some miles down the river, and on the opposite bank. My lug...

5. CHAPTER IV.

Just as I was getting more reconciled to the new order of things it was ordained that I should move farther south; move, too, in light marching order, for the dogs of war were a...

20. CHAPTER XIX.

The anchorage off Mergui is guarded by an almost perpendicular rock, which in our case necessitated steering a point to starboard. Although destitute of even a blade of grass, t...

4. CHAPTER III.

For my own part I remained on board till the deck had assumed a less chaotic appearance, when I resolved to migrate temporarily to one of the hotels. This, however was not to be...

17. CHAPTER XVI.

The glory of this place had departed. As Moulmein rose in importance this once busy centre fell into decay, assuming for the most part its primeval condition of luxuriant vegeta...

18. CHAPTER XVII.

The somewhat tedious journey up the river was to an extent beguiled by a review of our recent experiences, which, if not unique, were by no means commonplace. My friend, taking...

19. CHAPTER XVIII.

“Alone she sat—alone! that worn-out word, So idly spoken and so coldly heard; Yet all the poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hope laid waste, knells in that word—alone!”

1. CHAPTER XX.