104 _A COLLECTING TRIP 
Rangoon, January 3, 1907. 
Dear Bub: 
You would be amused if you could look out of 
your window and see the things I see. In the first 
place, it is very hot and all the windows are open 
and the electric fans going. Tom is at the bank and 
so I have been sitting at the window and amusing 
myself watching the people. Right across the street 
is an English office of some kind and there are many 
natives hanging about the steps. One of them is 
very scantily dressed, with his head completely 
bare, excepting for one enormous lock at the middle 
of his head. He is having quite a hot discussion with 
a man loosely wrapped in white with a huge turban 
cn his head. They are all squatting, although there 
is a comfortable pair of stone steps, on which they 
could sit. Now the party has broken up and two 
very pretty Burmese women with round paper pa- 
rasols and dressed in tight skirts, or rather pieces 
of cloth wrapped around them, are going by. They 
have sandals on their feet and their hands are cov- 
ered with jewelry. Their waists are pink and they 
wear besides a blue sort of kimona effect and each 
has a long pink searf around her neck. Now some 
workmen are going by, making a most raucous noise 
which they consider singing. They are moving a 
steel rail and at each step they take they sing in 
time; then they cease walking, sing a few more 
measures and then pull the rail again for a few feet. 
You can imagine how quickly work progresses here 
at that rate. The palm trees all about are simply 
plack with crows. Amir has just counted our lug- 
gage and in all we have twenty-one pieces, counting 
