100 A COLLECTING TRIP 
made. You cannot imagine what a Burma jungle is 
until you see one. These Shans are very jolly, pleas- 
ant people with whom I carried on a limited conver- 
sation by means of a Karachi man who somehow or 
other had drifted in here and married a Shan wife. 
This chap came all the way from the Gulf of Cutch, 
above Bombay. I talked Hindustani, of sorts, to him 
and he talked Shani to the beaters. We did not hold 
any very protracted palavers. Today at a place called 
Toungoo we heard that the jungle Karens, another 
‘‘wild’’ tribe, had come in for trading; we telegraphed 
the station master to try and get some of them to 
come to the railroad; when we got there we found 
several of them on the platform and we had to delay 
the train a considerable while before we could induce 
them to permit us to take their photographs. Now we 
have a very good set of pictures of the people of 
Burma for the Peabody Museum. All the way up the 
river we ate our meals on deck. The climate was 
perfect and the scenery in the gorges very grand. On 
the banks we saw a giant tusker elephant and the day 
after we saw it a forest officer came on board for 
dinner and said it must have been a wild one, as none 
of the lumber companies had any working in that 
district, and neither had the government. We saw 
numerous elephants rolling and hauling teak logs 
to the river banks and arranging them in rafts and 
heaps on the shore. It is almost uncanny to see them 
work; they are so wonderfully intelligent. We saw 
some recently caught wild ones following the old 
workers about to learn the trade, so to speak. 
The gorge at Gokteik also deserves a few more 
words. A mountain torrent, after rushing through 
