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More on An Englishman's Siamese Journals:

  • Beginning of the journey from Bangkok

  • Upon reaching Kam Peng Pet

  • Chiang Mai

  • Chiang Dao

  • Chiang Senn

  • Chiang Rai, Chiang Kawng, Lamphun, Nan

  • Back to Chieng Mai

  • Leaving Chieng Mai and passing-by hilltribe villages

  • The Lamets, the Lamungs and more hilltribe villages

  • At the Luang Phrabang boundary

  • The Haws

  • Siamese fight against the Haws

  • The continuing struggle against the Haws

  • Staying in Luang Prabang

  • Leaving Luang Prabang

  • Reaching M. Phimai in the Khorat district

  • Journey back to Bangkok

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    Reaching M. Phimai in the
    Khorat district

    On the 9th of January we marched from the hill, a high wind from the south was blowing, and the dreaded haze which retards all work began to show itself. There yet remained one peak, Haw Chawi (which Nai Heng had cleared), to ascend in order to complete the work before the regular haze set in. Our route takes us to the deserted site of Chieng Di, on the Nam Sen, a tributary of the Nam Niap or Nia. Chieng Di is supposed to be in the possession of malignant spirits, the souls of the Governor and his followers who are murdered by men from Wieng Chan in the days of its prosperity. Though the place is fertile, even many years ago, when Puann was well-populated, it was difficult to get any man to take up his residence there as Governor.

    Marching along the bare slopes of the hill, we pass through Ban Na Wan and ascend the "divide" of the Nam Nia and Nam Ngum, which here is a couple of hundred feet above the Nam Sen; a lesser descent takes one to a magnificent plain destitute of ay trees, Kunng Lat Sen, about four thousand feet above sea-level. Numbers of partridges were flushed by the dogs, but though I could manage very well walking barefooted along the path, it was not good enough to allow of following after the partridges. For three marches we went over beautiful country and across another magnificent, well-watered plain, Kunng Ma Len (horses' playground), which joins the plain above-mentioned. Over this plain at one time the famous Puann ponies roamed in hundreds; now all is still, without a sign of life.

    Arrived at Ban Sawt, I met the transport sent by Prince Phrachak, but as the bullocks were slow and expensive I managed to do without most of them. We had now to part with our Luang Phrabang friends. The Kamuks were all in excellent health and quite stout, never having had so much to eat in their lives, and each was carrying with him a littte money to his home. On the 28th of January we completed the work on Haw Chawi, but the haze had now regularly set in and it was hopeless to expect to see our long rays until rain had fallen. There was nothing to be done but to set about fixing the positions of important places by short rays, until rainfall, when we could proceed with the work.

    At the foot of Haw Chawi, on the side of the road to M. Yiw, are a number of large stone jars peculiar to Puann, which puzzle every one; but with regard to these in particular, the mystery seems to have been satisfactorily solved, as it is discovered that they are made of cement. They are neither so large nor so well-finished as other groups. In a hollow there are some large ones, and those that are fractured show large nodules of quartz buried in them, but what is still more important is the number of smooth boulders on the slope of the hill. These are irregular masses, and seem to be the material from which the jars were made.

    We dug out the earth beneath one of the jars, a proceeding whcih seems to have been gone through with all of them, and may account for their being in a learning position. We found a jar of every inferior baked clay full of clay and beads of amber; another containedan urn of superior workmanship, ans almost white. It was cracked and showed traces of having been searched before; there was a piece of iron which was possibly used by a former depredator, it looked as though it had been brought from the lamp-stand of the ruined wat near Ban Sawt. The natives call the jars, Lao Chieng, and say they were made by angels for drinking-vessels.

    Continued