I confess that I did not know the gentleman from Adam.

I mistook him for an ornamental head-waiter, and, as I regarded him as a superfluous nuisance, I told him not to stand upon the order of his going but go.

I pointed to the steps; and he went, sidling off backwards as if from the presence of royalty.

Drawing his heels together, he saluted me at the stair-top and again at the bottom, murmuring words which were more unintelligible to me even than Chinese.
During the night our exposed bungalow was assailed by a fearful storm of wind and rain, and for a time I expected it to be bodily lifted off the piles and carried to the lee-side of the settlement.

The roof leaked in a thousand places, rain was driven under the walls, and everything I had was soaked with warm water.
Next day we had a pleasant walk into Bhamo, that important military station on the left bank of the Irrawaddy.