You see their native houses, long bamboo structures raised on piles and thatched with grass, with low eaves sloping nearly to the ground.

In sylvan glades sacred to the _nats_ you pass wooden pillars erected by the roadside, rudely cut, and rudely painted with lines and squares and rough figures of knives, and close beside them conical grass structures with coloured weathercocks.

Split bamboos support narrow shelves, whereon are placed the various food-offerings with which is sought the goodwill of the evil spirits.
The Kachin men we met were all armed with the formidable _dah_ or native sword, whose widened blade they protect in a univalvular sheath of wood.
They wore Shan jackets and dark knickerbockers; their hair was gathered under a turban.

They all carried the characteristic embroidered Kachin bag over the left shoulder.
The Kachin women are as stunted as the Japanese, and are disfigured with the same disproportionate shortness of legs.

They wear Shan jackets and petticoats of dark-blue; their ornaments are chiefly cowries; their legs are bare.