By a short cut through the streets--where checkered sunshine, through the lattice roof, gave a muddy, subdued light as in a roiled aquarium--the revelers passed the inland wall.

Here, in the shade, grooms awaited them with ponies; and scrambling into saddle, they trotted off through gaps in the bamboos, across a softly rolling country.

Tortuous foot-paths of vivid pink wound over brilliant green terraces of young paddy.

The pink crescents of new graves scarred the hillsides, already scalloped and crinkled with shelving abodes of the venerable dead.

Great hats of farmers stooping in the fields, gleamed in the sun like shields of brass.