Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A RetrospectPaske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
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Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A Retrospect
Paske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
Burma -- Description and travel
Yet this is what any lover of whitebait would have to do when bent on
visiting the Burmese Greenwich. In the East, however, your factotum
saves you all the trouble; you have but to tell him where you are going
and how long you intend to stay, and, with a quickness acquired by long
practice, he grasps the situation and forgets nothing.
In this case, especial stress was laid on the absolute necessity
of procuring _the_ fish for dinner, to which end he started the day
before, thus making assurance doubly sure.
Failing therein, heavy penalties were darkly hinted at, to which he
listened without moving a muscle, salaam’d, and disappeared.
The following afternoon we were borne quickly down stream in a roomy
boat, provided with an awning astern. The conversation had reference to
the Mutiny and all that we had seen since; but ever and anon the “fish”
would crop up, showing what was uppermost in our minds.
When we landed at our destination there was still some little daylight
before us, so we resolved on a preliminary tour of inspection, first of
our quarters, and then of the shore.
The former we found in a very satisfactory condition; the latter was
composed of hard sand, pleasant to walk on, while large rocks abutted
into the sea covered with seaweeds and a variety of molluscs and
crustaceans, especially small oysters. The scene brought vividly to
the fore days now numbered with the past and oft looked back upon;
but as darkness was coming on apace, as is its wont in the tropics,
we retraced our steps, guided by the light that streamed from our room
through the venetian blinds.
The supreme moment was now near at hand. We had scarcely performed our
ablutions and made some slight change in our dress, when my friend gave
the order for dinner, in a voice which might have been heard half way
up to Moulmein, and, with customary punctuality, our domestic announced
it almost immediately with an air of intense satisfaction.
It was a trying moment: there stood the dish, beneath the cover of
which peeped out a snow-white napkin. My friend helped both of us
liberally, and the attack commenced. After a few mouthfuls we looked
up and our eyes met; on both our faces stood mute disappointment. We
neither thought anything of the fish, and we confessed as much.
It was certainly aggravating. Day after day our friends had instilled
into the porches of our ears the exquisite delicacy of a fish to be
met with nowhere else, and we might just as well have masticated a few
lumps of gelatine!
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