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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

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    We leave Ban Sawt with eight elephants and twenty men, who carried all the things and instruments. On the crest of a hill and by the side of the path are large blocks of stone hewn into no particular shape. One is about fifteen feet long, two feet deep, two feet broad at one end, and tapering at the other to one foot. There are three or four others not so large. The popular explanation is that they are the bed and pillows of the original inhabitants, who were the Kamuks, when the country was called Muang Ka Patum. I could not find any inscription, but on the "pillow" the faint traces of lines were discernible. We encamp on the side of a beautiful lake, Nawng Tang, at an elevation of four thousand feet ablve sea-level. It is over a mile long and half a mile broad, on the east side is a lime-cliff about a hundred feet high. The lake is never dry, and on the north-west and south the country slopes away. The medlar-trees are in blossom, the cedars and pines are shooting forth new leaves, and the slopes are clothed with fresh green grass, springing up in the ashes of last year's growth. The origin of the lake is said to be this: formerly there was a village where it now stands, and a huntsman of that village shot a white-faced deer. That night there was a great storm and earthquake, and the whole village with its people was swallowed up by the water whch formed the lake. A walk on the banks is most enjoyable; the deep blue sky reflected in tis clear waters, the ducks swimming about, the intense stillness amidst such loveliness, deepened the plesurable sensations which the beauty of the surrounding landscape excited.

    The "Temple lands" of India exist here. The east of the lake is under the jurisdiction of Wat Ma No Chieng Kang of Luang Phrabang. There are several palces in Puann belonging to wats in Luang Phrabang and Nawng Kai , called Tai Okat.

    If one had the time for it, there would be a tolerable amount of sport in the beautiful country. Partridges are plentiful, as also are pea-fowl, deer, and tigers. We pass over the sites of many battlefields, and at Kunng Koi we remark the traces of an old stockade. The country was well worth fighting for. Presently we emerge on the plain Kunng Ma Len, and encamp at Wat Bang Ang on the Nam Tang, a small stream, but running in a channel cut through the palin, with banks over a hundred feet deep, and about eight hundred yards across. The valley is well suited for rice cultivation.

    That the wats and pagodas have been pillaged since I last saw them in April, 1884, I find, by referring to my notes. I wrote: "On ascending the bank of the stream (Nam Tang) we met with more surprises in regard to the beauty of the country. A wast plain called Kunng Ma Len, about six miles broad and ten ;long, and about 3,500 feet above sea-level, stretches before oue vview as flat as a table, It was covered with fine cattle, which in better days fed there in great numbers. We rested under the shade of a pine-tree, and easily distinguished the snake-like course of the pathway as it ascended the gentle slope of a hill.

    "On the right rose a particularly beautiful pagoda, whose glittering whiteness was intensified by contrast with the beautiful blue sky. It looked like some fair spirit brooding over the stillness in midst of the loveliness which surrounded it."

    The pagoda now lies on its side, having been turned over bodily. We passed over to the great cluster of stone jars, and fixed the position of the highest bare knoll near them, called Tumm Nawng Summ, 3,800 feet abovesea-level. If the jars have anything to do with burial ceremonies, then it was here that the remains of the chiefs were disposed of.

    There is a limestone hill about one hundred feet high, which has a small cave. The entrance shows some traces of the rock having been chiselled. In the roof are two openings, the roof having evidently fallen in. The limestone peak is surrounded with low, undulating hills, and but for the chasms near the cave a small reservoir could be formed to catch the rain-water. Round the circumference of a semicircle about six hundred yards in diameter are numbers of jars, but those on the northern bare knoll are gigantic. It is impossible to conceive them as having been lifted to their positions, they must have been made in situ. Again some of the broken jars have nodules of quartz embedded in them.

    Continued