Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A RetrospectPaske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
History
Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A Retrospect
Paske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
Burma -- Description and travel
Without further delving into the abysmal and prolific mine of our
misdoings and shortcomings, I think I have succeeded in directing the
reader’s attention to the subject of the treatment of our young ones
that we are compelled to leave to the tender mercies of relations,
friends, and strangers.
Children from the East require even greater care than those born at
home; and there ought therefore to be some safeguard, some compulsory
registration and reliable inspection.
My own experience may perhaps be an exceptional one—I hope and trust
that it is so—but if such things can be done in the green tree,
what may not occur in the dry! It is time we bestirred ourselves to
legislate, for something is rotten in the state of Denmark!
CHAPTER XIV.
“LEAVE OF ABSENCE.”
“There is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough hew them how we will.”
The selection of the route narrowed itself to that of “Hobson’s
choice”; for the embers of the Mutiny were still smouldering in
various quarters, where the roads were consequently unsafe. I was
therefore compelled to reach the sea by river, and was the more ready
to adopt this course as an old friend and his wife were going as far as
Moulmein.
My antipathy to the country was by this time as deep-rooted as the
lilac crocus in autumn, and has never since relaxed its hold. I felt I
must leave it at any cost, while the thought of ever returning weighed
upon me like a day- and night-mare.
The India of the past was irretrievably blotted out by the Mutiny;
henceforth no dependence could be placed on anything; there was no safe
anchorage, all was adrift.
The pack was always being shuffled; pay, rank, nomenclature, uniform
and precedence were distributed _seriatim_, each deal being declared a
false one.
Of that huge pudding, made up of England’s possessions, our Indian
Empire certainly contains some of the plums; and young men are
naturally not backward at competing for them. What is to be the end
of all this feverish competition I do not care to think, for these are
congested days, and, for want of a comprehensive scheme of emigration,
we at home are striving to make a pint hold a quart.
With extended emigration, smaller holdings at home, and a tariff more
equitable to our own producers and less so to foreigners, something
might possibly be done to allay the sufferings of mankind.
It was refreshing to hear the sound of the paddle-wheels, and to find
ourselves moving rapidly with the Gangetic stream, which was, as usual,
flowing swiftly past before the end of the monsoon. We needed this
help, for there were several hundred miles between us and the sea,
which we could traverse only by day.
Pleasant as was the sensation of leaving the country, we were not
a merry party by any means; some were leaving behind those who had
been very dear to them, while others were hard and fast in the dread
clutches of disease; and the prospects of nearly all were utterly
ruined.
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