Far away from the town an obliging Shan had attached himself to us as guide.

He was dressed in white cotton jacket and dark-blue knickerbockers, with a dark-blue sash round his waist.

He was barelegged, and rode as the Chinese do, and as you would expect them to do who do everything _al reves_, with the heel in the stirrup instead of the toe.

His turban was dark-blue, and the pigtail was coiled up under it, and did not hang down from under the skull cap as with the Chinese.

When I rode into the town accompanied by the guide, all the people forsook the market street and followed the illustrious stranger to the inn which had been selected for his resting-place.