I had a presentiment that an accident would happen, and had waded back to the channel and was standing by at the time.

But for this the papers might have been floated down to the Irrawaddy and been lost to the world--loss irreparable! The sun was very hot.

I laid out my things on the bank and dried them.
Long and narrow dugouts, as light and swift as the string-test gigs of civilisation, paddled or poled, were gliding with extraordinary speed down the channel near the bank.

Riding then a little way, we dismounted under a magnificent banyan tree, one of the finest specimens, I should think, in the world.

Ponies and men were dwarfed into Lilliputians under the amazing canopy of its branches.