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JOURNAL OF AN EMBASSY 
morning of the 23d. The road soon became very 
indifferent, and we passed through a country 
much covered by the Zhypirns Jujuba , or Bher , 
as it is called in Hindostan. Here and there, 
there were a few patches of cultivated ground. 
The course of the Myit-nge was at no great dis¬ 
tance to our right. At three in the afternoon 
we arrived at a spacious range of Zayats, the 
best of which we took possession of. The Myit- 
nge was still close at hand ; and not far off was 
a group of temples, and a very splendid monas¬ 
tery, well filled with priests. The temples, we 
were told, were constructed by the present King* 
One of the buildings had its inner wall crowd¬ 
ed with odd grotesque paintings, each group 
or figure having underneath it an inscription. 
Some of these paintings represented Hindoos, 
Mohammedans of India, Chinese, Aracanese, 
Shans, and Europeans, carrying offerings to a 
temple of Gautama. We were particularly 
struck with the representation of a Moham¬ 
medan horseman riding over and upsetting his 
followers, the horse plunging and rearing, and 
the rider unsaddled and clinging to his neck. 
“ In this day’s route we met a caravan of 
Shans returning to their own country. The 
principal part of their merchandise consisted of 
Ngapyi, or pickled fish. Their numerous cat- 
