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Show A correspondent of London News, writing from Burma, thus describes a Burmese village: "The village itself is a struggling kind of affair. Every man builds his house where he pleases and in what line he pleases so that there is no semblance of a street. The houses are built entirely of bamboo, and are barrack-like structures 150 or 200 feet long and forty or fifty feet broad. The eaves come down to within a few feet of the ground, and as there are no windows, they are dismal enough. But they keep out the storms, which are plentiful enough on the hills, and that is all that is wanted. Each house has a private door, at which only the family may enter. A stranger entering by the family door provokes the family "gnat" and there is a tremendous rumpus on the spot. As to initiated eyes there are no more points about the family door than about any other, you have got to be very careful how you enter a house uninvited. All about the eaves are dead? skulls of buffaloes, pigs, deer, and other wild animals. |
