Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries — John Shaqi
Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
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Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
Laos -- Description and travel; Missions -- Laos; Missions -- Thailand; Thailand -- Description and travel
Under the stimulating sunshine of the tropics a profusion of rare
shrubs and some of the most beautiful flowers reward slight labor with
a rapidity of growth and bloom unknown in colder regions. Roses of one
sort or another are perennial. Bright geraniums, brilliant lilies and
numberless plants indigenous to the country are in great demand and
cultivated extensively for domestic or religious uses. There are seven
varieties of the lotus, the favorite sacred flower of all Buddhist
countries. The red pond-lotus is most common; the blue, green, light
and dark-yellow flowers are rarer. The smallest variety has a white
flower scarcely larger than a daisy, and is found in the rivers,
principally at the season of inundation. The rose-colored lotus, whose
golden stamens breathe a delicious fragrance, is the ornament of all
festivities, and is sent as an offering to royalty, the priests and
Buddha himself. The mali, a fragrant white flower about the size of a
pink, is much cultivated in the neighborhood of Bangkok. It grows on a
shrub about three feet high. The wreaths worn around the topknots of
children are braided from this flower, which is also used for
necklaces, bracelets and to perfume water. Rare and beautiful orchids
are also here in large numbers, and many of the varicolor-leaved
plants find this their native home.
Throughout the Indo-Chinese peninsula are great belts of trackless
forests of teak and other valuable woods, tropical trees yielding rich
gums and aromatic odors――the tall, exquisitely graceful wood-oil tree;
the india-rubber, gutta-percha――first discovered in Malayland――and
other varieties of the Ficus; the cajaput, the upas, the gamboge.
There are thousands of miles of these jungles never yet subdued by
man, through whose green twilight the traveler can only force his way
axe in hand. Here are majestic trees, it may be a hundred and fifty
feet high and of great girth, draped with a whole world of dangling
vines and parasite trailers, spreading everywhere a canopy of leaf and
gorgeous blossoms; the liana hanging its scarlet and orange clusters a
hundred feet overhead across some stream; tough ratan cables a
thousand feet long, knotting together a whole grove; avenues of
intersecting branches, like the aisles of a Gothic cathedral, covered
with yellow flowers of a most delicious fragrance; the white and
purple of the pemea, combining the beauties of the rhododendron and
horse-chestnut; the blue-blossoming Thunbergia; the Burmese Amherstia,
like a giant fuchsia on the scale of an oak. Then there is the
graceful palm tribe――the palmyra; the date; the lofty areca with its
sweet-scented buds and great clusters of nuts; the tufted-crowned,
sea-loving cocoanut, whose fruit supplies food, drink and oil, its
fibrous casing ropes, vessels and mats, and its plaited leaves dishes
and the thatch of the native’s cottage, the large stalks fences, and
whose slender bole is adapted for innumerable uses from a post to a
canoe.
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