Mr. F. Kingdon Ward, who, will be remembered, was at one time' an assistant master of the Shanghai Public School, has been travelling in Upper Burmah and southwestern China for the past two or three years for a firm of British horticulturists, collecting seeds, plants, and bulbs for shipment to England. He has just returned to Rangoon, and of the last six months of his travels writes as follows The Jungle.
1 Isft Hkimaw on August 18 with no knowledge of the war, and reached Putao Hkamti-Loong, far northern Burma, September 28, after forty-one of the hardest marches I have ever made. We had two journeys through uninhabited jungles, the first of four days and nights, the second of six, in almost continuous rain, tortured to death by leeches, sand-flies, blister-fies, mosquitoes and other horrors (I had no mosquito net and no tent), drenched by day, damp at Luckily between these two Sed stretches we had twelve days of good weather up the Nwai valley, but even then the heat (80°.90°) was rather trying, considering we were climbing up and down several thousand feet of precipitous mountains every day, the sweat simply oozing out of me.
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