The British Army had settled in around the walls of Rangoon. The artillery had taken up defensive positions in case of a Burmese counter-attack, and a score of hanging lanterns revealed busy seamen scurrying around doing twice the work of the soldiers in half the time. There was a small forest of tents already pitched, with wooden-faced sentinels outside and harassed officers" servants hurrying from place to place searching for their master"s baggage, fresh water, wine and other essentials of the campaign. Outside the perimeter, Burma waited, seemingly more menacing with the contrast between light within the British camp and the outer darkness.
General Godwin travelled in style, with smart native orderlies at attention behind his desk and two crystal decanters among the litter of papers a
