Identifier: infarthestburmar00ward (find matches)
Title: In farthest Burma : the record of an arduous journey of exploration and research through the unknown frontier territory of Burma and Tibet
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Ward, Francis Kingdon, 1885-1958
Subjects: Botany
Publisher: London : Seeley, Service
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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o protect us. The river water hadchanged colour from green to brown, telling of rain inthe mountains ; its temparature was 650 F. I saw a biggrey kingfisher here, and the Ahkyang looked an idealriver fpr mahseer. We started about nine on a most appalling climbstraight up the cliif. Once out of the fringe of junglethe narrow path was completely hidden by the tall,saw-edged grass, twining Leguminosse, birch and aldersaplings, and shrubs, but mostly tussocks of twelve-footgrass, so that we were buried in it. Through thisunyielding tangle we had to push our way, sometimescrawling on hands and knees, so tightly was thevegetation laced together above, cutting our faces onthe sharp edges of the grass. The sun was blazinghot, there was no shade and the flies gave us no peace.On the whole, I thought, the jungles of the WulawPass were preferable to those open hill-sides in theNmai valley. It took us two hours to reach the crest of a spur,after which the going was better to the top of the ridge.
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Photos by) Nung Maidens and Iron Smelter. (P. M. R. Leonard, Esq. Dressed in cloak and skirt of home manufacture ; those on the right have girdles of cowryshells threaded on bamboo ; those on the left wear girdles of black rattan cane. The smelter is holding the skin bellows by which the draught is maintained. The furnaceis made of mud. AMONG THE LISTTS 193 Keeping along the ridge for a bit, we presently foundourselves on another good path like the one which hadattracted our attention the previous day, and descendinga little, reached a small village. It was barely one oclock, but here we had to halt,having gained nothing but moral satisfaction fromcrossing the Ahkyang the night before; it was thelast attempt I made at speeding up. We heard that aBritish official and some soldiers had just gone up theAhkyang valley, having slept in the hut we nowoccupied; however, he was expected back in a day ortwo, whereat I rejoiced. Still, we could not wait, as wehad so little to eat, and besides h

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