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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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    Chiang Dao

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    On the 17th of February, I reached M. Fang. The day is beautifully clear after last night's rain. The town is an old one, irregular in shape, with a moat and wall of half-burnt bricks with a backing of earth twelve feet thick. The walls were originally crenelated, and trees not less than sixty years old are growing on them. A great deal of the inside is jungle, with a street or two roughly laid out. The rice-fields surrounding the town are extensive , but very little is under cultivation. The few pagodas are more than half in ruins.

    A curiously designed building stands at the junction of the streets. It is said to have been built by a man starting a new religion, the chief tenet of which was that the people must not respect the princes. There is a small hill in the town with a broken-down temple and pagoda, and the River Me Chai flows through the town. It comes from Dawi Pahom Pok (cover-blanket mountain), a magnificent mountain to the north-west, fixed in position by the Indian triangulation. I make a mental resolution to start my work from this peak. The Governor was troublesome about his poverty, which he said was brought about by Phya Pap, who at the head of a number of Shans occupied the town last year. For the past ten years there has been a body of ruffians from the Salwin, who have committed all manner of diabolical deeds, causing the most acute misery over large tracks of country. At the head of some of them Phya Pap occupied the town. Fortunately none of the inhabitants were killed. The Governor's nephew was wounded and taken prisoner by Shans, more than likely by some of his own followers. The Governor complains that has not the wherewithal to carry on government, and that the Chao gives letters to men of Chieng Mai enabling them to collect jungle produce and fish, which are very plentiful in the swamps, so that he cannot collect revenue.

    I am anxious to make arrangements about Pahom Pok, and as the head Mussur is down here, I take advantage of his presence to make inquiries. The answer, I believe, is: "There are no roads and you cannot go." I asked how he managed to come and why I should not be able to go where he went, as he was a very old man.

    "Yes, I am ninety-four of age"-he was certainly over sixty- "but you must go to M. Hang if you want to get to Pahom Pok." "M. Hang is many days' journey, while Pahom Pok is over there quite close at hand." He laughed, thought it a great joke, and said he would be glad if I came to his village, and that he would give me every assistance. The Governor was very much disgusted, and looked upon him as a savage, because he was beginning to speak the truth, for according to his notions that man is truly clever who can deceive best. Such a man is deserving of respect, the candid and truthful man is fool. Later on the Mussurs pay me a visit; a little whisky warms them up. One of them pulls out from the sack under his arm a reed instrument, and they all join in a Highland fling. The old man is proud of the performance, and they leave in good-humour, promising me every sort of assistance.

    The next day I am able to get only ten men together, so I get the loan of an elephant from a Shan settler, and push on for the Mussur village. The chronometer is placed in a basket and swung to a pole, and two men always carry it. It is of course no weight, but this is the best way of carrying the chronometer, particularly if the positions of places are to be determined by time. As early as possible I was off, putting my things on the elephant, and we were soon climbing the mountain along an excellent path. When we reached a height of about four thousand feet above sea-level, we came on the extensive clearings of the Mussurs, and met some of them quite at home swinging excellent axes of their own manufacture, and felling in every direction valuable log-wood trees regardless of what they are. Down they all must go, and let the sun's rays play freely on the rice that is to be cultivated. The trees after they felled are allowes to remain where they are for two or three months, and are then fired.

    Continued