On the peaks of several mountains adjoining the royal residence rise
stately temples and p'hra-cha-dees. All over these mountains the
workmen are still toiling, laying out the grounds into gardens and
shrubberies. In the centre of many of them may be seen beautiful stone
vases of Egyptian form, cut out of the self-same rock, and filled
with gorgeous flowers. Attached to the palace is a school-house and a
residence for the teacher, with a private chapel for the ladies; but no
distinct "harem," or woman's city, as at Bangkok. Those of the women
who accompany the king on his annual visits have rooms allotted to them
in the western wing of the palace, which is only curtained off by a
wall and guarded by Amazons.
[Illustration: CRENELLATED TOWERS OF THE INNER CITY.]
We, that is the young Prince Somdetch Chow Fa, my boy, and I, made the
most of our visit to this delightful region, rambling over the hills
and forests, gathering wild flowers, and visiting the hot springs,
caves, and grottos, which form some of the more interesting features
of the neighborhood. In the foreground, near the school-house, stood a
clump of ferns full of pictures; a little farther on was a cave, over
the mouth of which trailed huge convolvuli; and immediately above it an
overhanging rock variegated with natural tints and colors, the effect
of which was most wonderful.
From this spot there were tempting walks through groves of dark green
trees, opening upon wide terraces which commanded exquisite views of
the country, rich with cultivation or dotted with houses and gardens,
or the still more fertile valleys, winding amongst which might be
traced the silvery thread of the Diamond River.
Not far from the Royal Mountain are several grottos, two of which are
of surprising extent and great beauty, an exact painting of which would
be looked upon with incredulity, or as an invention of fairy land.
Whatever may have been the origin of these grottos, owing to the
moisture continually dropping through the damp soil of the rocks they
have been clothed with the richest and most harmonious colors, and
adorned with magnificent stalactites, which rise in innumerable slender
shafts and columns to support the roof and walls. The setting sun
reveals a gorgeous mass of coloring, ending in dark blue and purple
shadows in the distant chambers and hollows.
I never witnessed such wonderfully illusive transformations as the
sunlight effected wherever it penetrated these subterranean halls. No
human hands have as yet touched their marvellous walls and roofs and
pillars. All that has been done by man is to cut a staircase in the
rock, to aid the descent into the grottos, and enable the visitor to
see them in all their regal beauty.
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