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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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    Leaving Chieng Mai and passing-by
    hilltribe villages

    Oct. 5.-The 1st of October has come and gone, but no transport, and brilliant weather is being lost, Chieng Dao stands out clearly defined. Not to lose such excellent weather, I start traversing routes to M. Hawt, and return by the paths along the left bank.

    One cannot help being impressed by the elaborate system of irrigation adopted by the Lao. The tributaries of the Me Ping as far as the Me Chan cannot be said to reach the river, as their waters are dispersed through numerous channels watering the gardens and fields. The Me Chan, the largest tributary of the Me Ping, near its source flows through large forests of the long-leaved pine, and then drains some excellent teak-forests, but owing to the contraction of the river as it rushes through some gorges, it is not easy to get the teak out, the force of water being such as to break up the logs into match-wood. Some attewmpts have been made to blast away the obstruction, but without much success. Near the mouth of the river are the excellent light water-wheels, about twenty feet in diameter, a peculiar feature of the Me Ping near Chieng Mai, but these wheels convey the water for household purposes only; for irrigation they are not much account, as the quantity of water is small and can scarcely supply the needs even of a single field, owing to the rapid evaporation.

    Another feature worthy of notice was the excellent attempt at road-making made by the Governor of Lampun, who has had earth piled up along the whole length of the roads. The roads of the country are as they were ages ago. The first pioneers usually struck the best line of communication from one town to another. Armed with their knives the leaders cut through the thick undergrowth. They were followed by others, and the constant going to and fro permanently established the path, which like a long snake winds its way through the forest. The making of a road merely consists of cutting the jungle, and the expression used is cutting the road, a process which has to be repeated from time in order to keep the dense jungle from overgrowing the track,

    The Me Ping is the boundary of the provinces of Lampun and Chieng Mai, but when the boundary leaves the river on the north-west, the divisions of fields become the boundary, and this leads to endless disputes. a still greater cause of trouble is the curious arrangement by which isolated tracts are under separate jurisdictions. The telegraph-line, after being interrupted for four months, is at last restored, and I am informed that the Survey Staff is increased by the addition of two more Europeans, Messrs. Smiles and Angier, who have already had two or three years' experience of Siam on the railway surveys; I also hear that another party, under Luang De Sah, is proceeding by way of Nan to meet me at Chieng Kawng. Messrs. Smiles and Angier having already started, I followed up the next day, the 29th of November, making a slight diversion from the usual well-beaten track, as I wanted to define accurately some of the routes. On the 11th of December I reached Chieng Senn, nothing worthy of notice having occured except that the Chinese caravans, on their way to Maulmein by Chieng Mai, were larger than usual, and the number of ponies from Chieng Tung and M. Sing following the same route were rather more than on ordinary occasions. At this time of the year, the Mussurs came doown from the surrounding hills bringing chiefly cotton and wax, which they barter for areca palm nuts and betel wine.

    Arrived at Chieng Kawng, I met Luang Di Sah (now Phra Sarisdi), who had come by Nan, and as usual had done excellent work. On a previous visit to Cheing Kawng I calculated the discharge of the river. It is not a favourable place for a section. The banks are over two thousand feet apart, and the lowest level of the water more than fifty feet below the bank. The discharge was taken in March when the water is at its lowest, but it amounted to upwards of forty-two thousand cubic feet a second. We immediately set about ascending a conspicuous hill to the west. Near the top were some Meo villages, and it was somewhat amusing to see some of the Meo come up and in a "jolly-good-fellow" manner shake hands with the Chao, this method of situation not being customary with either the Meo or the Lao. The graveyard of the village was well kept. The tombs were built of loose stones and mud. It was the only clean place in the vicinity, the surroundings of the Meo houses being far from clean on account of the numerous poultry and pigs usually to be met with. The outside of the houses may not be inviting, but the interiors are comparatively speaking, kept in a state of cleanliness. Eight years ago the Meo were not to be found on the right bank of the Nam Kawng, but in the interval they have been swarming down. Mussurs and Yao have been doing the same in every direction, indicating a curious movement of the population. The Meo with the Yao and Mussurs may be taken as hill tribes. They have a prejudice to remaining on level ground, even at tolerable elevations, and never on any account settle lower than three thousand feet above sea-level. The Lao say of them with reference to this, that they cannot live where the sound of the frog is heard. There are from ten to twelve different tribes of Meo, but I could not get the same number from any two different men. They seem a hardly people and impress one favourably. They are a beardless race and resemble the Chinese; there is something about their general appearance reminding one of the Afghan. With his loose trousers, a loose, long coat, and a neatly-folded truban, the Meo stands forth not an uninteresting individual. The Meo wear a circlet of silver with a small oblong pendant attached, on one side is a Chinese device and on the other Chinese characters; they have no written characters of their own, but the men wear it as a charm against the evil influence of spirits. The head-men wear a Chinese pig-tail, the others shave the tops of their heads and allow the hair to hang loosely over their shoulders. When satisfied that they have exhausted the soil of its riches, a survey of the surrounding country is taken from some eminence, and if a limestone locality is observed, some of the community are sent forward to explore and report.

    Continued