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them all; and presented them on pins to some sartorial museum;

for each typified a stage in a certain unique process of evolution;

at present the Japanese craze。  They were just so many samples of

unnatural development in dress; from the native Japanese to the

imitated European。  The costume usually began with a pot…hat and

ended in extreme cases with congress boots。  But each man exhibited a

various phase of it according to his self…emancipation from former

etiquette。  Sometimes a most disreputable Derby; painfully

reminiscent of better bygone days; found itself in company with a

refined kimono and a spotless cloven sock。  Sometimes the metamorphosis

embraced the body; and even extended down the legs; but had not yet

attacked the feet; in its creeping paralysis of imitation。  In another

corner; a collarless; cravatless semiflannel shirt had taken the

place of the under tunic; to the worse than loss of looks of its

wearer。  Opposite this type sat the supreme variety which evidently

prided itself upon its height of fashion。  In him the change had gone

so far as to recall the East End rough all over; an illusion

dispelled only by the innocence of his face。



While still busy pigeonholing my specimens; I chanced to look through

the open window; and suddenly saw pass by; as in the shifting background

of some scenic play; the lichenveiled stone walls and lotus…mantled

moats of the old feudal castle of Uyeda。  Poor; neglected; despised

bit of days gone by!days that are but yesterdays; aeons since as

measured here。  Already it was disappearing down the long perspective

of the past; and yet only twenty years before it had stood in all the

pride and glory of the Middle Ages。  Then it had been



    A daimyo's castle; wont of old to wield

    Across the checkerboard of paddyfield

    A rook…like power from its vantage square

    On pawns of hamlets; now a ruin; there;

    Its triple battlements gaze grimly down

    Upon a new…begotten bustling town;

    Only to see self…mirrored in their moat

    An ivied image where the lotus float。



Some subtle sense of fitness within me was touched as it might have

been a nerve; and instantly the motley crew inside the car became not

merely comic; but shocking。  It seemed unseemly; this shuffling off

the stage of the tragic old by the farce…like new。  However little

one may mourn the dead; something forbids a harlequinade over their

graves。  The very principle of cosmic continuity has a decency about

it。  Nature holds with one hand to the past even as she grasps at the

future with the other。  Some religions consecrate by the laying on of

hands; Nature never withdraws her touch。 







IV。 



Zenkoji。



We were now come more than half…way from sea to sea; and we were

still in the thick of Europeanization。  So far we had traveled in the

track of the comic。  For if Japan seems odd for what it is; it seems

odder for what it is no longer。



One of the things which imitation of Western ways is annihilating is

distance。  Japan; like the rest of the world; is shrinking。  This was

strikingly brought home that afternoon。 A few short hours of shifting

panorama; a varying foreground of valley that narrowed or widened

like the flow of the stream that had made it; peaks that opened and

shut on one another like the changing flies in some spectacular play;

and we had compassed two days' worth of old…time travel when a man

made every foot of ground his own; and were drawing near Zenkoji。



I was glad to be there; hardly as glad to be there so soon。

There are lands made to be skimmed; tame samenesses of plain or weary

wastes of desert; where even the iron horse gallops too slow。  Japan

is not one of them。  A land which Nature herself has already crumpled

into its smallest compass; and then covered with vegetation rich as

velvet; is no land to hurry over。  One may well linger where each

mile builds the scenery afresh。 And in this world; whose civilization

grows at the expense of the picturesque; it is something to see a

culture that knows how least to mar。 



Upon this mood of unsatisfied satisfaction my night fell; and shortly

after the train rolled into the Zenkoji station; amid a darkness

deepened by falling rain。  The passengers bundled out。  The station

looked cheerless enough。  But from across the open space in front

shone a galaxy of light。  A crowd of tea…houses posted on the farther

side had garlanded themselves all over with lanterns; each trying to

outvie its neighbor in apparent hospitality。  The display was

perceptibly of pecuniary intent; but still it was grateful。  To be

thought worth catching partakes; after all; of the nature of a

compliment。  What was not so gratifying was the embarrassment of

choice that followed; for each of these gayly beckoning caravansaries

proved to be a catch…pilgrim for its inn up…town。  Being on a hill;

Zenkoji is not by way of easy approach by train; and the pilgrims to

it are legion。  In order; therefore; to anticipate the patronage of

unworthy rivals; each inn has felt obliged to be personally

represented on the spot。 



The one for which mine host of Takasaki had; with his blessing;

made me a note turned out so poorly prefaced that I hesitated。

The extreme zeal on the part of its proprietor to book me made me still

more doubtful。  So; sending Yejiro off to scout; I walked to and fro;

waiting。  I did not dare sit down on the sill of any of the booths;

for fear of committing myself。 



While he was still away searching vainly for the proper inn; the

lights were suddenly all put out。  At the same fatal moment the

jinrikisha; of which a minute before there had seemed to be plenty;

all mysteriously vanished。  By one fell stroke there was no longer

either end in sight nor visible means of reaching it。 



    〃In the street of by and by

     Stands the hostelry of never;〃



as a rondel of Henley's hath it; but not every one has the chance to

see the Spanish proverb so literally fulfilled。  There we werenowhere。

I think I never suffered a bitterer change of mood in my life。 



At last; after some painful groping in the dark; and repeated resolves

to proceed on foot to the town and summon help; I chanced to stumble

upon a stray kuruma; which had incautiously returned; under cover of

the darkness; to the scene of its earlier exploits。  I secured it on

the spot; and by it was trundled across a bit of the plain and up the

long hill crowned by the town; to the pleasing jingle of a chime of

rings hung somewhere out of sight beneath the body of the vehicle。 

When the trundler asked where to drop me; I gave at a venture the

name that sounded the best; only to be sure of having guessed awry

when he drew up before the inn it designated。  The existence of a

better was legible on the face of it。  We pushed on。 



Happily the hostelries were mostly in one quarter; the better to keep

an eye on one another; for in the course of the next t
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