The Gate [pp. 43]

Overland monthly and Out West magazine. / Volume 10, Issue 1

THE GA TE. was another victim to circumstance, for I was told she had been possessed from her youth, and no one would marry her. There was scarcely any money used in this part of Siam, and in return for the people's presents I had to bestow my white skirts, towels, or bottles. They also delighted in needles, scissors, and knives, but they did not know the use of pins. Men and women dressed alike, and, from equal exposure, became similar. They took their share of the labor, and there appeared to be no remarkable difference in their strength. Feeding the hungry is a self-evident benevolence, but clothing the naked is open to discussion in this climate, where they seemed much happier in their single rag than those who are obliged, by force of custom, to put on a dozen garments, and be boiled and baked therein. I bade farewell to Angkor Wat with regret, and with a half-yearning to become another Lady Hester Stanhope. I traveled back in my junk the whole distance to Saigon, two hundred and fifty miles, visiting all the French posts in Cochin China. I did not meet with any difficulty or even unpleasantness, although the country was said to be in insurrection. I neither saw nor felt anything, of it, and, in spite of the prophecies, I accomplished my journey to my own satisfaction, and, I trust, to the amusement and instruction of some others. THE GATE. Down the serpentine reachUnder the orient peach, Grape- vine and quince interlaced - Leisurely two of us paced. Half of the yellow moon Hung in the west in a swoon; Scents of geranium leaves Swam on the indolent breeze. Soon to the garden gate Sauntering we came, to wait; Vows entangled with sighs Raveled out our good-bys. "Shears, to sever our paths, Cut us not yet into halves!" Cried I the gate: and we stood Close to each as we could. Sweets have end, as the sour: "Be thou eternal, this hour!" Sighed I, in frenzy of bliss, That burst on her lips a kiss. 0, gate! you then swung ajar To a pathway flamed by a star; And down the shining reach Went two forsworn of speech. 1 873.] 43


THE GA TE. was another victim to circumstance, for I was told she had been possessed from her youth, and no one would marry her. There was scarcely any money used in this part of Siam, and in return for the people's presents I had to bestow my white skirts, towels, or bottles. They also delighted in needles, scissors, and knives, but they did not know the use of pins. Men and women dressed alike, and, from equal exposure, became similar. They took their share of the labor, and there appeared to be no remarkable difference in their strength. Feeding the hungry is a self-evident benevolence, but clothing the naked is open to discussion in this climate, where they seemed much happier in their single rag than those who are obliged, by force of custom, to put on a dozen garments, and be boiled and baked therein. I bade farewell to Angkor Wat with regret, and with a half-yearning to become another Lady Hester Stanhope. I traveled back in my junk the whole distance to Saigon, two hundred and fifty miles, visiting all the French posts in Cochin China. I did not meet with any difficulty or even unpleasantness, although the country was said to be in insurrection. I neither saw nor felt anything, of it, and, in spite of the prophecies, I accomplished my journey to my own satisfaction, and, I trust, to the amusement and instruction of some others. THE GATE. Down the serpentine reachUnder the orient peach, Grape- vine and quince interlaced - Leisurely two of us paced. Half of the yellow moon Hung in the west in a swoon; Scents of geranium leaves Swam on the indolent breeze. Soon to the garden gate Sauntering we came, to wait; Vows entangled with sighs Raveled out our good-bys. "Shears, to sever our paths, Cut us not yet into halves!" Cried I the gate: and we stood Close to each as we could. Sweets have end, as the sour: "Be thou eternal, this hour!" Sighed I, in frenzy of bliss, That burst on her lips a kiss. 0, gate! you then swung ajar To a pathway flamed by a star; And down the shining reach Went two forsworn of speech. 1 873.] 43

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