At a distance, the work seems as if it were half pierced through, and from the beautiful colours and fineness of the tiles, a person might easily mistake the entire mass for porcelain.
While we were viewing the pagoda, the whole population of the village had assembled round about us, and as they behaved with tolerable quietness, we determined on paying a visit to the village itself.

The houses, or rather huts, were small and built of brick, and with the exception of their flat roofs, presented nothing peculiar.

The rooms did not possess a ceiling of their own, but were simply covered by the roof; the floor was formed of earth closely pressed together, and the internal walls consisted partly of bamboo-mats.

What little furniture there was, was exceedingly dirty.

About the middle of the village was a small temple, with a few lamps burning dimly before the principal divinity.
What struck me most was the quantity of poultry, both in and out of the huts, and we had to take the greatest care to avoid treading on some of the young brood.