The moat round the outside of the city has received a fine supply of water. This with the filthy'drainings of a pecu ly dirty city, is now the happy hunting ground of the market—gardenors. Scores of them with their donkeys, mules and saddle-buckets daily line the banks of the moat, stirring, diluting, and then filling, their buckets with this profitable, but olfactorily distressing and fever-breeding fertilizer.
Its's An Ill Wind.
The rain so unfortunate for the farmers of the plain, isthe joy of the hill-side. Their prospects of good rice crops depend upon stored-up rain. All ponds are full. They have plenty of water for all purposes. The incense mills and paper-making factories are also busy.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.