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These two extracts give counsels never more needed than now: With respect to the Burman language, let this occupy your most precious time and your most anxious solicitude. Do not be content with acquiring this language superficially, but make it your own, root and branch.
"If the yacht is a good sea-boat," said Jack, "they would just about have had the right time to do it, supposing they came up the river two weeks back." He meant the voyage from the Mediterranean, and the others nodded. The old Burman looked from one to the other gravely. There was something he did not understand behind this, and it was plain that he was about to shape a question.
Burman, when roused to jealousy, had shown it by teazing him for a confession of his admiration of splendid points in the beautiful Nataly, the priceless fair woman living under their roof, a contrast of very life, with the corpse and shroud; and she seen by him daily, singing with him, her breath about him, her voice incessantly upon every chord of his being! He pleaded successfully.
In the centre of the crowd of furious half-naked men, the fat bare back of a Burman, tattooed from collar-bone to waist-cloth with writhing patterns of red and blue devils, holds the eye first. It is a wicked back. Beyond it is the flicker of a Malay kris. A blue, red, and yellow macaw chained to a stanchion spreads his wings against the sun in an ecstasy of terror.
China Street, the principal street in Bhamo, is only about two hundred yards long, but it is fairly wide and crammed full of interest to the newcomer; it is so purely Chinese, you only see a Burman, a Burmese woman rather, here and there, the wife of some Chinese trader.
"We're only too glad we turned up in time to put a stopper on their fiendish tricks. Now the word is march." "Right, Jim," said Buck; "off we go. Come on, Me Dain." The Burman was bending over the body of the Ruby King, and stripping off his rich silken girdle. "I come," he said, and they trooped across the courtyard together. Jack had not spoken a word.
He knew that the door had been unlocked and that a light travelled in, held by a strange Burman, and that his terror of Leh Shin had made him see things strangely, as though from a long way off; until, at the last, the police had come and knocked the chain off his leg, and someone had told him that his master was dead and had been found hanging in the shop.
Smith and I turned, together. The trap was raised again, and the Burman, who had helped to tie me, was just scrambling up beside Dr. Fu-Manchu, who stood there watching us, a shadowy, sinister figure. "The game's up, Petrie!" muttered Smith. "It has been a long fight, but Fu-Manchu wins!" "Not entirely!" I cried.
Many little songs, amongst others that commencing "Tekien, Tekien," were composed and sung by the Burman fair in compliment to their new and welcome visiters, the white strangers; but these, of course, are long since consigned to oblivion, unless they recollect with pleasure "The grateful breath of song, That once was heard in happier hours;"
And if there's any other things you know about fur sure " "Well, there's Burman. He's plunging in corn now. His father has staked him, and he swears he can't lose. He was after me to put aside a million. Of course if he does win out it would be big money." "Well, son, I can't advise you none except I know you have got a head on you, no matter how people talk.
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