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ed up, however, to become conscious of my position until every thing- 

 was wet through : my followers were similarly situated, but they 

 were not disturbed until I awoke them, even the man placed on 

 sentry was peacefully slumbering with his musket between his legs, 

 and not a dry stitch of clothes on, nevertheless he had the cheek, 

 after being shaken into his senses, to say he was not asleep, but 

 merely shamming, with a view to shoot the first Kakhyen that 

 dared to enter ! We shifted our position, and got into a drier place, 

 but were too tired for wet beds to interfere with rest. Just 

 before I fell asleep, the man on duty gave the alarm of a snake, but 

 this was the last I heard of it until morning, when the brute was 

 found coiled up under the blanket of my peons who were all sleeping 

 huddled together. It was a Dipsas monticola, measuring two feet four 

 inches long, and evidently it had crawled up from the river-bank. 

 Started for Mogoung at 8 a.m. The first part of the journey was 

 through paddy-fields of black soil which rather tried our legs, for 

 the whole valley we were crossing was a sheet of slush and mud in 

 places nearly knee-deep, — so heavy had the rain been here lately. 

 At the base of the hills we had to cross, before reaching Mogoung, 

 was the Kakhyen hamlet of Poonkan, and a little further north, 

 likewise at the foot of the range, was an extensive grove of palmyra 

 (Barrassus flabelliformis) and cocoanuts, from both of which were 

 suspended fruit. Duabenya grandiflora were also common on the 

 slopes. Here Yan Sing turned up, and reported that a house in 

 the village had been rented for me at Rupee a day. Reached the 

 summit of the hill (altitude six hundred and fifty feet), by 2 p.m., 

 from where, there is a commanding view of Mogoung and the 

 surrounding villages, studded over a vast sea of paddy-fields, 

 and embowered in clumps of bamboos situated at distances, 

 averaging quarter of a mile apart. A mile from Mogoung, 

 we passed through a Kakhyen village, the inhabitants being Bud- 

 dhist converts, and adopting the Burmese costume ; many of the 

 boys had been taught to read and write, in their own monas- 

 tery, which was built by a Tsawbwa, named Swablow, a man of con- 

 siderable means and influence ; but how he had acquired his wealth 

 I had been unable to ascertain. He had also built a small pagoda 

 on the rising ground to the east of Mogoung, called Paw- 

 soung, and a second monastery at Mogoung ; the priests, who are 

 Burmans, are supported by the Kakhyen converts'. Before passing 

 up the main street that led to my residence, Yan Sing begged I 

 would divest myself of the different feathers and flowering creepers 

 with which I had decorated my hat, for fear the people might ima- 

 gine I was insane; his next move was to get the stragglers into some- 

 thinglike order; the procession was then headed by myBurmanpeon, 



