Chapter XII.—THE RETURN.—
"But that's all shove be'ind me—long ago and far away
An' there ain't no busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay."
"For the temple-bells are callin', and it's there that I would be
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea."
(Kipling.)
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To the stranger in this fascinating country, days are as minutes, months as days, and it seemed that scarcely had I arrived and commenced to look around me, when my visit came to an end, and sadly bidding farewell to Remyo and its many delights, all too soon I had to return home.
Alas! too, I found I was compelled to renew my acquaintance with the Burmese pony, the only alternative being a bullock cart; and let those who have ridden forty miles along an up-country road in a Burmese bullock cart——but no! I do not like to think such an experience can have befallen my worst enemy.