Several weeks of darkness pass after this.  For the Moon has gone out.  The very dogs are still, and I watch for the first light of the dawn before making my way homeward.  Again the noise of shuffling feet.  The morning call is about to begin, and my night watch is over.  ’Allah ho Akbar!  Allah ho Akbar!’ The east grows gray, and presently saffron; the dawn wind comes up as though the Muezzin had summoned it; and, as one man, the City of Dreadful Night rises from its bed and turns its face towards the dawning day.  With return of life comes return of sound.  First a low whisper, then a deep bass hum; for it must be remembered that the entire city is on the house-tops.  My eyelids weighed down with the arrears of long deferred sleep, I escape from the Minar through the courtyard and out into the square beyond, where the sleepers have risen, stowed away the bedsteads, and are discussing the morning hookah.  The minute’s freshness of the air has gone, and it is as hot as at first.

‘Will the Sahib, out of his kindness, make room?’ What is it?  Something borne on men’s shoulders comes by in the half-light, and I stand back.  A woman’s corpse going down to the burning-ghat, and a bystander says, ‘She died at midnight from the heat.’  So the city was of Death as well as Night after all.

GEORGIE PORGIE [Footnote:  Copyright, 1891, by MACMILLAN & Co.]

     Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
     Kissed the girls and made them cry. 
     When the girls came out to play
     Georgie Porgie ran away.

If you will admit that a man has no right to enter his drawing-room early in the morning, when the housemaid is setting things right and clearing away the dust, you will concede that civilised people who eat out of china and own card-cases have no right to apply their standard of right and wrong to an unsettled land.  When the place is made fit for their reception, by those men who are told off to the work, they can come up, bringing in their trunks their own society and the Decalogue, and all the other apparatus.  Where the Queen’s Law does not carry, it is irrational to expect an observance of other and weaker rules.  The men who run ahead of the cars of Decency and Propriety, and make the jungle ways straight, cannot be judged in the same manner as the stay-at-home folk of the ranks of the regular Tchin.

Not many months ago the Queen’s Law stopped a few miles north of Thayetmyo on the Irrawaddy.  There was no very strong Public Opinion up to that limit, but it existed to keep men in order.  When the Government said that the Queen’s Law must carry up to Bhamo and the Chinese border the order was given, and some men whose desire was to be ever a little in advance of the rush of Respectability flocked forward with the troops.  These were the men who could never pass examinations, and would have been too pronounced in their ideas for the administration of bureau-worked Provinces.  The Supreme Government stepped in as soon as might be, with codes and regulations, and all but reduced New Burma to the dead Indian level; but there was a short time during which strong men were necessary and ploughed a field for themselves.