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
But perfection is no plant of earthly growth, and the poor fellow had
one great drawback, certainly no fault of his own, and that was intense
ugliness. So repellent indeed was he, that he absolutely struck terror
to the hearts of certain charming young ladies at a large up-country
station where there was much dining out. He was of abnormal height,
and of unusually dark complexion; from his long, gaunt face shone
very prominent, staring eyes; and he had a silent yet determined way
of moving about, as if his master were the only person of consequence
present, and ought to be attended to first.
I, of course, was quite used to his unprepossessing appearance and
singular ways; not so the others, and I was eventually requested to
discontinue bringing him as my table attendant.
The tide of public opinion ran so strong against him, that I very
reluctantly had to send this excellent factotum away, though I felt
thoroughly ashamed of my weakness in yielding to the braying of _vox
populi_, dictated as a rule by some ignorant prejudice and not by a
proper sense of the fitness of things.
The boat at length got under weigh, the mainsail was hoisted, and we
made for the mouth of the river, at which point it divides into two
branches, the Irrawaddy proper and the Pegu branch.
Here occurred disaster number one, a sudden and violent gust blowing
us high and dry on a sandbank. It was impossible to move the heavy
boat with so few hands, so we called to our aid all the patience in our
virtuous natures and waited amid howling wind and drenching rain, until
the rising tide once more set us afloat.
We had not proceeded far on our way up the river before the sun gave
signs of setting, and darkness was upon us. I left to the Burmese
the solution of the difficulty that now presented itself, viz. where
to lay to for the night, and they soon entered a creek covered in by
thick foliage, which indeed, besides almost concealing the entrance,
completely shut out the sky. But it contained an enemy not provided
for in my despatches: the mosquitoes, evidently enraged at our
unwarrantable intrusion, came forth in myriads, filling the air around
with their hideous buzzing.
Nature and habit enabled the pachydermatous sepoys and aborigines to
treat the onslaught with indifference; but my own irritation became
ere long unbearable, and I ordered the boat into midstream, where we
anchored for the night midway between two vast forests.
In one other place only, and that the notorious Panglang creek, have I
experienced any approach to these in number and ferocity.
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