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called　a　yanagigori；　several　of　them；　in　fact。　　Now　the　construction

of　a　kori　is　elementally　ingenious。　It　consists　simply　of　two　wicker

baskets；　of　the　same　shape；　but　of　slightly　different　size；　fitting

into　each　other　upside　down。　　The　two　are　then　tied　together　with　cord。

The　beauty　of　the　idea　lies　in　its　extension；　for　in　proportion　as

the　two　covers　are　pulled　out　or　pushed　home　will　the　pair　hold　from

a　maximum　capacity　of　both　to　a　minimum　capacity　of　one。　　It　is

possible　even　to　start　with　more　than　a　maximum；　if　the　contents　be

such　as　are　not　given　to　falling　out　by　the　way。　　The　contrivance　is

simply　invaluable　when　it　comes　to　transporting　food；　for　then；　as

you　eat　your　way　down；　the　obliging　covers　shrink　to　meet　the　vacuum。　

If　more　than　one　kori　be　necessary；　an　easy　step　in　devices　leads　to

a　series　of　graded　sizes。　　Then　all　your　baskets　eventually　collapse

into　one。



The　last　but　most　important　article　of　all　was　my　passport；　which

carefully　described　my　proposed　route；　and　which　Yejiro　at　once　took

charge　of　and　carried　about　with　him　for　immediate　service；　for　a

wise　paternal　government　insisted　upon　knowing　my　intentions　before

permitting　me　to　visit　the　object　of　my　choice。







II。　　



Off　and　On。



It　was　on　the　day　but　one　before　the　festival　of　the　fifth　moon　that

we　set　out；　or；　in　English；　the　third　of　May；　and　those　emblems　of

good　luck；　the　festival　fishes；　were　already　swimming　in　the　air

above　the　house　eaves；　as　we　scurried　through　the　streets　in

jinrikisha　toward　the　Uyeno　railway　station。　　We　had　been　a　little

behindhand　in　starting；　but　by　extra　exertions　on　the　part　of　the

runners　we　succeeded　in　reaching　the　station　just　in　time　to　be　shut

out　by　the　gatekeeper。　　Time　having　been　the　one　thing　worthless　in

old　Japan；　it　was　truly　sarcastic　of　fate　that　we　should　reach　our

first　goal　too　late。　　As　if　to　point　chagrin；　the　train　still　stood

in　waiting。　Remonstrances　with　the　wicket　man　about　the　imported

five…minute　regulation；　or　whatever　it　was；　proved　of　no　avail。

Not　one　jot　or　tittle　of　the　rule　would　he　yield；　which　perhaps　was

natural；　inasmuch　as；　however　we　might　have　managed　alone；　our

companions　the　baskets　never　could　have　boarded　the　train　without

offical　help。　　The　intrinsic　merits　of　the　baggage　failed；　alas；

to　affect　its　mobility。　　Then　the　train　slowly　drew　out。



To　be　stopped　on　the　road　is　the　common　lot　of　travelers；　but　to　be

stopped　before　one　has　fairly　started　is　nothing　less　than　to　be

mocked　at。　　It　is　best；　however；　to　take　such　gibes　in　good　part。　

Viewing　the　situation　in　this　light；　the　ludicrousness　of　the

disconnection　struck　me　so　forcibly　as　very　nearly　to　console　me　for

my　loss；　which　was　not　trifling；　since　the　next　train　did　not　leave

for　above　three　hours；　too　late　to　push　on　beyond　Takasaki　that　night；

a　thing　I　had　most　firmly　purposed　to　do。　　Here　I　was；　the　miserable

victim　of　a　punctuality　my　own　people　had　foisted　on　a　land　only　too

happy　without　it！　　There　was　poetic　justice　in　the　situation；　after　all。

Besides；　the　course　of　one's　true　love　should　not　run　too　smooth。　

Judicious　difficulty　whets　desire。



There　was　nothing　to　turn　to　on　the　spot；　and　I　was　ashamed　to　go　home。

Then　I　opportunely　remembered　something。



I　have　always　thought　we　limited　our　pharmacopoeia。　　We　prescribe

pills　enough　for　the　body；　while　we　leave　the　mind　to　look　after　itself。

Why　should　not　the　spirit　also　have　its　draughts　and　mixtures；

properly　labeled　and　dispensed！　　For　example；　angling　appears　to　be　a

strong　mental　opiate。　　I　have　seen　otherwise　normal　people　stupefied

beyond　expression　when　at　the　butt　of　a　rod　and　line。　Happening　to

recall　this　effect；　I　instantly　prescribed　for　my　perturbed　state　of

mind　a　good　dose　of　fishing；　to　be　taken　as　suited　the　day。　　So　I

betook　me　down　a　by…street；　where　the　aerial　carp　promised　the

thickest；　and；　selecting　a　house　well　placed　for　a　view；　asked

permission　to　mount　upon　the　roof。　　It　chanced　to　be　a　cast…off

clothing　shop；　along　whose　front　some　fine；　if　aged；　garments　were

hung　to　catch　the　public　eye。　　The　camera　and　I　were　inducted　up　the

ascent　by　the　owner；　while　my　boots；　of　course；　waited　dog…like　in

the　porch　below。



The　city　made　a　spectacle　from　above。　　On　all　sides　superb　paper　carp

floated　to　the　breeze；　tugging　at　the　strings　that　held　them　to　the

poles　quite　after　the　manner　of　the　real　fish。　　One　felt　as　though；

by　accident；　he　had　stepped　into　some　mammoth　globe　of　goldfish。

The　whole　sky　was　alive　with　them。　　Eighty　square　miles　of　finny　folk

inside　the　city；　and　an　untold　company　without。　　The　counterfeit

presentments　were　from　five　to　ten　feet　long；　and　painted　to　mimic

life。　　The　breeze　entered　at　the　mouth　and　passed　out　somewhat　less

freely　at　the　tail；　thus　keeping　them　well　bellied　and　constantly　in

motion。　　The　way　they　rose　and　dove　and　turned　and　wriggled　was

worthy　of　free　will。　　Indeed；　they　had　every　look　of　spontaneity；

and　lacked　only　the　thing　itself　to　turn　the　sky　into　an　ocean；

and　Tokyo　into　a　sea　bottom　with　a　rockery　of　roof。　　Each　fish

commemorates　the　birth　of　a　boy　during　the　year。　　It　would　thus　be

possible　to　take　a　census　of　the　increase　of　the　male　population

yearly；　at　the　trifling　cost　of　scaling　a　housetop；a　set　of

statistics　not　without　an　eventual　value。



While　we　were　strolling　back；　Yejiro　and　I；　we　came；　in　the　way；

upon　another　species　of　fish。　　The　bait；　which　was　well　designed　to

captivate；　bade　for　the　moment　to　exceed　even　the　angler's

anticipations。　　It　was　a　sort　of　un…Christmas　tree　with　fishing…pole

branches；　from　which　dangled　articulated　figures；　bodied　like　men；

but　with　heads　of　foxes；　tortoises；　and　other　less　likelybeasts；

bewitching　objects　in　impossible　evolution　to　a　bald…pated

urchin　who　stood　gazing　at　it　with　all　his　soul。　　The　peddler　sat　with

his　eyes　riveted　on　the　boy；　visions　of　a　possible　catch　chasing

themselves　through　his　brain。　　I　watched　him；　while　the　crowd　behind

stared　at　me。　　We　made　quite　a　tail　of　curiosity。　　The　opiate　was

having　its　effect；　I　began　to　feel　soporifically　calm。　　Then　I　went

up　to　the　restaurant　in　the　park　and　had　lunch　as　quietly　as

possible；　in　fear　of　friendly　discovery。



Sufficiently　punctual　passengers　being　now　permitted　to　board　the

next　train；　I　ensconced　myself　in　a　kind　of　parlor　compartment；　which；

fortunately；　I　continued　to　have　all　to　myself；　and　was　soon　being

rolled　westward　across　the　great　Musashi　plain；　ruminating。　　My　chief

quarrel　with　railway　rules　is；　I　am　inclined　to　think；　that　they

preach　to　the　public　what　they　fail　to　practice　themselves。　　After

having　denied　me　a　paltry　five　minutes'　grace　at　the　station；　the

officials　proceeded　to　lose　half　an　hour　on　the　road　in　a　most

exasperating　manner。　　Of　course　the　delay　was　quite　exceptional。　

Such　a　thing　had　never　happened　before；　and　would　not　happen

againtill　the　next　time。　　But　the　phenomenal　character　of　the

occurrence　failed　to　console　me；　as　it　should　no　doubt　have　done。

My　delay；　too；　was　exceptionalon　this　line。　　Nor　was　I　properly　

mollified　by　repeated　offers　of　hard…boiled　eggs；　cakes；　and　oranges；

which　certain　enterprising　peddlers　hawked　up　and　down　the　platforms；

when　we　stopped；　to　a　rhythmic　chant　of　their　own　invention。



The　only　consolation　lay　in　the　memory　of　what　travel　over　the

Musashi　plain　used　to　be　before　trains　hurried　one；　or　otherwise；

into　the　heart　of　the　land。　　In　those　days　the　journey　was　done　in

jinrikisha；　and　a　question　of　days；　not　hours；　it　was　in　the　doing；

two　days'　worth　of　baby　carriage；　of　which　the　tediousness　lay

neither　in　the　vehicles　nor　in　the　way；　but　in　the　amount　of　both。

Or；　if　one　put　comparative　speed　above　comparative　comfort；　he　rose

before　the　lark；　to　be　tortured　through　a　summer's　day　in　a　basha；

or　horse　vehicle；　suitable　only　for　disembodied　spirits。　　My　joints

ached　again　at　the　thought。　Clearly；　to　grumble　now　was　to　sin

against　proportion。



Besides；　the　weather　was　perfect：　argosies　of　fleecy　cloud　sailing

slowly　across　a　deep　blue　sky；　a　broad　plain　in　all　its　spring

freshness　of　color；　picked　out　here　and　there　with　fruit　trees

smothered　in　blossom；　and　bearing　on　its　bosom　the　passing　shadows　of

the　clouds　above；　in　the　distance　the　gradually　growing　forms　of　the

mountains；　each　at　first　starting　into　life　only　as　a　faint　wash　of

color；　barely　to　be　parted　from　the　sky　itself；　pricking　up　from　out

the　horizon　of　field。　　Then；　slowly；　timed　to　our　advance；　the　tint

gathered　substance；　grew　into　contrasts　that；　deepening　minute　by

minute；　resolved　into　detail；　until　at　last　the　whole　stood　revealed

in　all　its　majesty；　foothill；　shoulder；　peak；　one　grand　chromatic

rise　from　green　to　blue。



One　after　the　other　the　points　came　out　thus　along　the　southern　sky：

first　the　summits　behind　Ome；　then　Bukosan；　like　some　sentinel；

half…way　up　the　plain's　long　side；　and　then　range　beyond　range

stretching　toward　the　west。　　Behind　Bukosan　peeped　Cloud's　Rest；　the

very　same　outline　in　fainter　tint；　so　like　the　double　reflection

from　a　pane　of　glass　that　I　had　to　shift　to　an　open　window　to　make

sure　it　was　no　illusion。　　Then　the　Nikko　group　began　to　show　on　the

right；　and　the　Haruna　mass　took　form　in　front；　and　as　they　rose

higher　and　the　sunbeams　slanted　more；　gilding　the　motes　in　the　heavy

afternoon　air；　they　rimmed　the　plain　in　front　into　one　great　bowl　

of　fairy　eau　de　vie　de　Dantzic。　　Slowly　above　them　the　sun　dipped　to

his　setting；　straight　ahead；　burnishing　our　path　as　we　pursued　in　

two　long　lines　of　flashing　rail　into　the　west…northwest。　　Lower　he

sank；　luring　us　on；　and　lower　yet；　and　then　suddenly　disappeared　

beyond　the　barrier　of　peaks。



The　train　drew　up；　panting。　　It　was　Takasaki；　now　steeped　in　saffron

afterglow。　　The　guards　passed　along；　calling　out　the　name　and　

unfastening　the　doors。