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cultivation and clearings into the cool evergreen forest. The road or 
pathway, for it is really only a bullock-track, tollows the bed of the 
Kawkareik chaung, a regular little mountain torrent, shallow but swift, 
which or its feeders are crossed by the road some twenty-five to 
thirty times within a distance of four miles. A considerable trade 
in live cattle brought from Siam has been carried on for years, 
and this pathway, rough and rugged as it is, is well marked, 
and forms a broad winding break in the forest. The hills rise 
on either side of the road steep and densely crowded with vegeta- 
tion, evergreen bushes with sharp recurved thorns, creepers of all 
sizes and lengths, huge clumps of bamboo and giant forest trees, Thin- 
gan (Hopea odorata), Kaungmoo (Parashorea stellata), Pyinma (Lager- 
stremia flos-regine), and numbers of others are all jumbled together in 
one matted mass through which it is impossible to penetrate any dis- 
tance without free use of axe and dah, All wooded scenery has a 
sameness that becomes, after a time, rather monotonous. But on this 
road the abrupt turns and the distant views obtained of bare hill and 
rocks between the lower wooded vistas are most striking. You as- 
cend a height and look over a waving sea of green broken by the 
winding road crossed here and there by the stream. The contrast of 
the vivid green of the trees, with the brown-black and gleaming white 
boulders in the torrent’s bed, and afar off a bare mountain side of rock 
and grass is remarkable. The whole lit up by the morning sun forms 
a rich mass of colour which has often held me breathless and silent. 
At the first crossing we stopped and let the elephants with our 
baggage get ahead, telling our servants to pitch our camp at Taung- 
cheyin (lit. “the foot of the hill’’) and get our breakfast ready against 
our arrival. In the mean time we looked about. The near bank of 
the stream showed a wide expanse of damp sand, and on this, as the 
sun got higher and warmed it, came butterflies, bees, wasps, and 
Diptera in scores, sucking up the moisture. On one or two spots, 
where some wayfarers—Burman, Shan, or Karen—had sat down 
and eaten their meal of rice and na-pi (fermented fish-paste), a 
whole crowd of waving wings made a bright patch of colour on 
the yellow sand. It is very difficult to say whether butterflies 
are attracted more by smell or by sight. In the course of my 
collecting I have found an oyer-ripe jack fruit or papaya split 
