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
Hitherto I had belonged to a comfortable mess, enjoying plenty of
company and diversion, and surrounded by all the pomp and circumstance
of war; now I was on an unexplored river, with unknown dangers at
every turn. Amid these novel surroundings my thoughts naturally took a
wide range, annihilating distance and dwelling upon the old, familiar
faces at home. Anon the roar of a wild beast would recall me to my
present position; and in one of the painful silences that followed—the
_animals_ in the boat had fed and were now buried in happy oblivion—I
felt sure that another boat, much larger than our own, was rapidly
approaching. To make assurance doubly sure, I dipped the blade of a
paddle under water, and with the handle to my ear, distinctly heard the
enemy advancing and already close at hand. As it was now past eleven,
they had evidently calculated on finding us all asleep, and only with
the utmost expedition did I succeed in arousing the guard in time.
By the time our arms were in readiness they were upon us: and, covering
the gentleman at the helm, I informed him politely in his own language
that any further advance on the part of his friends would compel me to
deprive them of his own valuable services.
An ominous silence on their part convinced me that they were determined
to board us, and indeed though my instructions concerning the prompt
use of cartridge and bayonet would have made a considerable gap in
their boat, the odds would still have been fearfully against us. This
trial of strength was, however not to be; the boat steadily fell back,
and the rapid current soon carried it out of sight.
We now breathed more freely, though some acquaintance with the native
manner of conducting warfare caused me to station sentries fore and
aft. For a time, our imagination supplied all manner of strange sounds,
and at about one the native officer begged me to lie down and rest,
promising that he and his men would be on the _qui vive_, and arouse
me if necessary. I was at first reluctant to follow his advice, as the
idea of having my throat cut while asleep and waking up a dead man,
as the Irishman said, was not a pleasant one; and it was really out
of deference to the officer’s feelings that I at length assumed the
horizontal, fully armed, and without the least intention of sleeping;
for a refusal on my part would have implied unequivocal distrust of him
and his men.
In spite of myself, however, I fell into a sound sleep, from which I
awoke only when the sun was high in the heavens.
The native officer expressed a hope that the sleep had refreshed
me, and then detailed to me all that had transpired since I had
lost consciousness. Shortly after the commencement of his watch his
attention was attracted by a fire some way up the right bank, round
which a number of natives appeared to be dancing.
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