On the last day of September, 1823--just a year after Stanley had joined his uncle--the dhow sailed into Chittagong; which had now taken the place of Sylhet as the traders' chief depot, the latter place being too near the Burmese, in Assam, for him to care about keeping a large stock of his goods there.

He went ashore as soon as the dhow cast anchor, Stanley remaining on board.
"The fat is all in the fire, Stanley," Tom Pearson said, when he returned.

"The Burmese have attacked and killed some of our troops, and it is certain that the government cannot put up with that." "Where was it, uncle ?" "Down at the mouth of the Naaf.

As you know, that is the southern boundary of the province, and there was a row there in January.

One of our native boats laden with rice was coming up the river, on our side of the channel, when an armed Burmese boat came across and demanded duty.