Excerpt from With the Jungle Folk: A Sketch of Burmese Village LifeMoung pi-io lone squatted on the platform of the little watch-hut puffing his cheroot, while he gazed blankly over his knees at the night. Before, and on either hand, the whispering grain waved in moonlit billows through deepening dusk' to the jungle outlined black and ragged against the purple sky, a grey sea murmuring in the night wind. Now an owl chased its shadow over the paddy as it ranged for rats, now a beetle boomed past, and now the pariah curled up on the ground below the hut growled in his sleep as if the sambhur belling on the wooded hills behind dis turbed him. A bunch of thin coir ropes tied round a bamboo at Pho Lone's feet starred away like limp telegraph lines onthe poles which carried them over the paddy, and the moon picked out the dangling bamboo clappers which by day scared birds from the ripe ears.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.