in all the coffee of this district. Don't be angry with these men, sir—no one can prevent a Contrôleur from taking any horses which may be at the Poste. They would be turned out of their places if they dared to deny him."
Finding this to be the case, I saw it would be useless to make any further complaint; and therefore resigning myself to what could not be avoided, determined to proceed with the horses we had, and arrived at Bagnio Biro about half-past eight.
Our carriage drew up under an avenue of trees, where we got out, and along which we walked, taking the first turning to the right. It led us to an extensive garden, in which was a large square pond fed by spring water of the deepest blue, on one side of which was a bath-house, and on the other ruins and fragments of Buddhist images, collected from the surrounding neighbourhood. The place is shaded with beautiful Ansana trees
