<h2><SPAN name="page32"></SPAN>LETTER VI.</h2>
<p class="gutsumm">Fears—Travelling
Equipments—Passports—Coolie Costume—A Yedo
Diorama—Rice-Fields—Tea-Houses—A
Traveller’s Reception—The Inn at
Kasukabé—Lack of Privacy—A Concourse of
Noises—A Nocturnal Alarm—A Vision of
Policemen—A Budget from Yedo.</p>
<p style="text-align: right"><span class="smcap">Kasukabé</span>, <i>June</i> 10.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">From</span> the date you will see that I
have started on my long journey, though not upon the
“unbeaten tracks” which I hope to take after leaving
Nikkô, and my first evening alone in the midst of this
crowded Asian life is strange, almost fearful. I have
suffered from nervousness all day—the fear of being
frightened, of being rudely mobbed, as threatened by Mr. Campbell
of Islay, of giving offence by transgressing the rules of
Japanese politeness—of, I know not what! Ito is my
sole reliance, and he may prove a “broken
reed.” I often wished to give up my project, but was
ashamed of my cowardice when, on the best authority, I received
assurances of its safety. <SPAN name="citation32"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote32" class="citation">[32]</SPAN></p>
<p>The preparations were finished yesterday, and my outfit
weighed 110 lbs., which, with Ito’s weight of 90 lbs., is
as much as can be carried by an average Japanese horse. My
two painted wicker boxes lined with paper and with waterproof
covers are convenient for the two sides of a pack-horse. I
have a folding-chair—for in a Japanese house there is
nothing but the floor to sit upon, and not even a solid wall to
lean against—an air-pillow for <i>kuruma</i> travelling, an
india-rubber bath, sheets, a blanket, and last, and more
important than all else, a canvas stretcher on light poles, which
can be put <SPAN name="page33"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
33</span>together in two minutes; and being 2½ feet high
is supposed to be secure from fleas. The “Food
Question” has been solved by a modified rejection of all
advice! I have only brought a small supply of
Liebig’s extract of meat, 4 lbs. of raisins, some
chocolate, both for eating and drinking, and some brandy in case
of need. I have my own Mexican saddle and bridle, a
reasonable quantity of clothes, including a loose wrapper for
wearing in the evenings, some candles, Mr. Brunton’s large
map of Japan, volumes of the Transactions of the English Asiatic
Society, and Mr. Satow’s Anglo-Japanese Dictionary.
My travelling dress is a short costume of dust-coloured striped
tweed, with strong laced boots of unblacked leather, and a
Japanese hat, shaped like a large inverted bowl, of light bamboo
plait, with a white cotton cover, and a very light frame inside,
which fits round the brow and leaves a space of 1½ inches
between the hat and the head for the free circulation of
air. It only weighs 2½ ounces, and is infinitely to
be preferred to a heavy pith helmet, and, light as it is, it
protects the head so thoroughly, that, though the sun has been
unclouded all day and the mercury at 86°, no other protection
has been necessary. My money is in bundles of 50
<i>yen</i>, and 50, 20, and 10 <i>sen</i> notes, besides which I
have some rouleaux of copper coins. I have a bag for my
passport, which hangs to my waist. All my luggage, with the
exception of my saddle, which I use for a footstool, goes into
one <i>kuruma</i>, and Ito, who is limited to 12 lbs., takes his
along with him.</p>
<p>I have three <i>kurumas</i>, which are to go to Nikkô,
ninety miles, in three days, without change of runners, for about
eleven shillings each.</p>
<p>Passports usually define the route over which the foreigner is
to travel, but in this case Sir H. Parkes has obtained one which
is practically unrestricted, for it permits me to travel through
all Japan north of Tôkiyô and in Yezo without
specifying any route. This precious document, without which
I should be liable to be arrested and forwarded to my consul, is
of course in Japanese, but the cover gives in English the
regulations under which it is issued. A passport must be
applied for, for reasons of “health, botanical research, or
scientific investigation.” Its bearer must not light
fires in <SPAN name="page34"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
34</span>woods, attend fires on horseback, trespass on fields,
enclosures, or game-preserves, scribble on temples, shrines, or
walls, drive fast on a narrow road, or disregard notices of
“No thoroughfare.” He must “conduct
himself in an orderly and conciliating manner towards the
Japanese authorities and people;” he “must produce
his passport to any officials who may demand it,” under
pain of arrest; and while in the interior “is forbidden to
shoot, trade, to conclude mercantile contracts with Japanese, or
to rent houses or rooms for a longer period than his journey
requires.”</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Nikkô</span>, <i>June</i>
13.—This is one of the paradises of Japan! It is a
proverbial saying, “He who has not seen Nikkô must
not use the word kek’ko” (splendid, delicious,
beautiful); but of this more hereafter. My attempt to write
to you from Kasukabé failed, owing to the onslaught of an
army of fleas, which compelled me to retreat to my stretcher, and
the last two nights, for this and other reasons, writing has been
out of the question.</p>
<p>I left the Legation at 11 a.m. on Monday and reached
Kasukabé at 5 p.m., the runners keeping up an easy trot
the whole journey of twenty-three miles; but the halts for
smoking and eating were frequent.</p>
<p>These kuruma-runners wore short blue cotton drawers, girdles
with tobacco pouch and pipe attached, short blue cotton shirts
with wide sleeves, and open in front, reaching to their waists,
and blue cotton handkerchiefs knotted round their heads, except
when the sun was very hot, when they took the flat flag discs,
two feet in diameter, which always hang behind <i>kurumas</i>,
and are used either in sun or rain, and tied them on their
heads. They wore straw sandals, which had to be replaced
twice on the way. Blue and white towels hung from the
shafts to wipe away the sweat, which ran profusely down the lean,
brown bodies. The upper garment always flew behind them,
displaying chests and backs elaborately tattooed with dragons and
fishes. Tattooing has recently been prohibited; but it was
not only a favourite adornment, but a substitute for perishable
clothing.</p>
<p>Most of the men of the lower classes wear their hair in a very
ugly fashion,—the front and top of the head being shaved,
the long hair from the back and sides being drawn up and <SPAN name="page35"></SPAN>tied, then
waxed, tied again, and cut short off, the stiff queue being
brought forward and laid, pointing forwards, along the back part
of the top of the head. This top-knot is shaped much like a
short clay pipe. The shaving and dressing the hair thus
require the skill of a professional barber. Formerly the
hair was worn in this way by the <i>samurai</i>, in order that
the helmet might fit comfortably, but it is now the style of the
lower classes mostly and by no means invariably.</p>
<p style="text-align: center">
<SPAN href="images/p35b.jpg"><ANTIMG alt="A Kuruma" title= "A Kuruma" src="images/p35s.jpg" /></SPAN></p>
<p>Blithely, at a merry trot, the coolies hurried us away from
the kindly group in the Legation porch, across the inner moat and
along the inner drive of the castle, past gateways and retaining
walls of Cyclopean masonry, across the second moat, along miles
of streets of sheds and shops, all grey, thronged with
foot-passengers and <i>kurumas</i>, with pack-horses loaded two
or three feet above their backs, the arches of their saddles red
and gilded lacquer, their frontlets of red leather, their
“shoes” straw sandals, their heads tied tightly to
the saddle-girth on <SPAN name="page36"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
36</span>either side, great white cloths figured with mythical
beasts in blue hanging down loosely under their bodies; with
coolies dragging heavy loads to the guttural cry of <i>Hai</i>!
<i>huida</i>! with children whose heads were shaved in hideous
patterns; and now and then, as if to point a moral lesson in the
midst of the whirling diorama, a funeral passed through the
throng, with a priest in rich robes, mumbling prayers, a covered
barrel containing the corpse, and a train of mourners in blue
dresses with white wings. Then we came to the fringe of
Yedo, where the houses cease to be continuous, but all that day
there was little interval between them. All had open
fronts, so that the occupations of the inmates, the
“domestic life” in fact, were perfectly
visible. Many of these houses were road-side <i>chayas</i>,
or tea-houses, and nearly all sold sweet-meats, dried fish,
pickles, <i>mochi</i>, or uncooked cakes of rice dough, dried
persimmons, rain hats, or straw shoes for man or beast. The
road, though wide enough for two carriages (of which we saw
none), was not good, and the ditches on both sides were
frequently neither clean nor sweet. Must I write it?
The houses were mean, poor, shabby, often even squalid, the
smells were bad, and the people looked ugly, shabby, and poor,
though all were working at something or other.</p>
<p>The country is a dead level, and mainly an artificial mud flat
or swamp, in whose fertile ooze various aquatic birds were
wading, and in which hundreds of men and women were wading too,
above their knees in slush; for this plain of Yedo is mainly a
great rice-field, and this is the busy season of rice-planting;
for here, in the sense in which we understand it, they do not
“cast their bread upon the waters.” There are
eight or nine leading varieties of rice grown in Japan, all of
which, except an upland species, require mud, water, and much
puddling and nasty work. Rice is the staple food and the
wealth of Japan. Its revenues were estimated in rice.
Rice is grown almost wherever irrigation is possible.</p>
<p>The rice-fields are usually very small and of all
shapes. A quarter of an acre is a good-sized field.
The rice crop planted in June is not reaped till November, but in
the meantime it needs to be “puddled” three times,
i.e. for all the people to turn into the slush, and grub out all
the weeds and tangled aquatic plants, which weave themselves from
tuft to <SPAN name="page37"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
37</span>tuft, and puddle up the mud afresh round the
roots. It grows in water till it is ripe, when the fields
are dried off. An acre of the best land produces annually
about fifty-four bushels of rice, and of the worst about
thirty.</p>
<p>On the plain of Yedo, besides the nearly continuous villages
along the causewayed road, there are islands, as they may be
called, of villages surrounded by trees, and hundreds of pleasant
oases on which wheat ready for the sickle, onions, millet, beans,
and peas, were flourishing. There were lotus ponds too, in
which the glorious lily, <i>Nelumbo nucifera</i>, is being grown
for the sacrilegious purpose of being eaten! Its splendid
classical leaves are already a foot above the water.</p>
<p>After running cheerily for several miles my men bowled me into
a tea-house, where they ate and smoked while I sat in the garden,
which consisted of baked mud, smooth stepping-stones, a little
pond with some goldfish, a deformed pine, and a stone
lantern. Observe that foreigners are wrong in calling the
Japanese houses of entertainment indiscriminately
“tea-houses.” A tea-house or <i>chaya</i> is a
house at which you can obtain tea and other refreshments, rooms
to eat them in, and attendance. That which to some extent
answers to an hotel is a <i>yadoya</i>, which provides sleeping
accommodation and food as required. The licenses are
different. Tea-houses are of all grades, from the
three-storied erections, gay with flags and lanterns, in the
great cities and at places of popular resort, down to the
road-side tea-house, as represented in the engraving, with three
or four lounges of dark-coloured wood under its eaves, usually
occupied by naked coolies in all attitudes of easiness and
repose. The floor is raised about eighteen inches above the
ground, and in these tea-houses is frequently a matted platform
with a recess called the <i>doma</i>, literally
“earth-space,” in the middle, round which runs a
ledge of polished wood called the <i>itama</i>, or “board
space,” on which travellers sit while they bathe their
soiled feet with the water which is immediately brought to them;
for neither with soiled feet nor in foreign shoes must one
advance one step on the matted floor. On one side of the
<i>doma</i> is the kitchen, with its one or two charcoal fires,
where the coolies lounge on the mats and take their food and
smoke, and on the other the family pursue their avocations.
In almost the <SPAN name="page38"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
38</span>smallest tea-house there are one or two rooms at the
back, but all the life and interest are in the open front.
In the small tea-houses there is only an <i>irori</i>, a square
hole in the floor, full of sand or white ash, on which the live
charcoal for cooking purposes is placed, and small racks for food
and eating utensils; but in the large ones there is a row of
charcoal stoves, and the walls are garnished up to the roof with
shelves, and the lacquer tables and lacquer and china ware used
by the guests. The large tea-houses contain the
possibilities for a number of rooms which can be extemporised at
once by sliding paper panels, called <i>fusuma</i>, along grooves
in the floor and in the ceiling or cross-beams.</p>
<p style="text-align: center">
<SPAN href="images/p38b.jpg"><ANTIMG alt="Road-Side Tea-House" title= "Road-Side Tea-House" src="images/p38s.jpg" /></SPAN></p>
<p>When we stopped at wayside tea-houses the runners bathed their
feet, rinsed their mouths, and ate rice, pickles, salt fish, and
“broth of abominable things,” after which they smoked
<SPAN name="page39"></SPAN>their tiny
pipes, which give them three whiffs for each filling. As
soon as I got out at any of these, one smiling girl brought me
the <i>tabako-bon</i>, a square wood or lacquer tray, with a
china or bamboo charcoal-holder and ash-pot upon it, and another
presented me with a <i>zen</i>, a small lacquer table about six
inches high, with a tiny teapot with a hollow handle at right
angles with the spout, holding about an English tea-cupful, and
two cups without handles or saucers, with a capacity of from ten
to twenty thimblefuls each. The hot water is merely allowed
to rest a minute on the tea-leaves, and the infusion is a clear
straw-coloured liquid with a delicious aroma and flavour,
grateful and refreshing at all times. If Japanese tea
“stands,” it acquires a coarse bitterness and an
unwholesome astringency. Milk and sugar are not used.
A clean-looking wooden or lacquer pail with a lid is kept in all
tea-houses, and though hot rice, except to order, is only ready
three times daily, the pail always contains cold rice, and the
coolies heat it by pouring hot tea over it. As you eat, a
tea-house girl, with this pail beside her, squats on the floor in
front of you, and fills your rice bowl till you say, “Hold,
enough!” On this road it is expected that you leave
three or four <i>sen</i> on the tea-tray for a rest of an hour or
two and tea.</p>
<p>All day we travelled through rice swamps, along a
much-frequented road, as far as Kasukabé, a good-sized but
miserable-looking town, with its main street like one of the
poorest streets in Tôkiyô, and halted for the night
at a large <i>yadoya</i>, with downstairs and upstairs rooms,
crowds of travellers, and many evil smells. On entering,
the house-master or landlord, the <i>teishi</i>, folded his hands
and prostrated himself, touching the floor with his forehead
three times. It is a large, rambling old house, and fully
thirty servants were bustling about in the <i>daidokoro</i>, or
great open kitchen. I took a room upstairs (i.e. up a steep
step-ladder of dark, polished wood), with a balcony under the
deep eaves. The front of the house upstairs was one long
room with only sides and a front, but it was immediately divided
into four by drawing sliding screens or panels, covered with
opaque wall papers, into their proper grooves. A back was
also improvised, but this was formed of frames with panes of
translucent paper, like our tissue paper, with sundry holes and
rents. This <SPAN name="page40"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
40</span>being done, I found myself the possessor of a room about
sixteen feet square, without hook, shelf, rail, or anything on
which to put anything—nothing, in short, but a matted
floor. Do not be misled by the use of this word
matting. Japanese house-mats, <i>tatami</i>, are as neat,
refined, and soft a covering for the floor as the finest
Axminster carpet. They are 5 feet 9 inches long, 3 feet
broad, and 2½ inches thick. The frame is solidly
made of coarse straw, and this is covered with very fine woven
matting, as nearly white as possible, and each mat is usually
bound with dark blue cloth. Temples and rooms are measured
by the number of mats they contain, and rooms must be built for
the mats, as they are never cut to the rooms. They are
always level with the polished grooves or ledges which surround
the floor. They are soft and elastic, and the finer
qualities are very beautiful. They are as expensive as the
best Brussels carpet, and the Japanese take great pride in them,
and are much aggrieved by the way in which some thoughtless
foreigners stamp over them with dirty boots. Unfortunately
they harbour myriads of fleas.</p>
<p>Outside my room an open balcony with many similiar rooms ran
round a forlorn aggregate of dilapidated shingle roofs and
water-butts. These rooms were all full. Ito asked me
for instructions once for all, put up my stretcher under a large
mosquito net of coarse green canvas with a fusty smell, filled my
bath, brought me some tea, rice, and eggs, took my passport to be
copied by the house-master, and departed, I know not
whither. I tried to write to you, but fleas and mosquitoes
prevented it, and besides, the <i>fusuma</i> were frequently
noiselessly drawn apart, and several pairs of dark, elongated
eyes surveyed me through the cracks; for there were two Japanese
families in the room to the right, and five men in that to the
left. I closed the sliding windows, with translucent paper
for window panes, called <i>shôji</i>, and went to bed, but
the lack of privacy was fearful, and I have not yet sufficient
trust in my fellow-creatures to be comfortable without locks,
walls, or doors! Eyes were constantly applied to the sides
of the room, a girl twice drew aside the <i>shôji</i>
between it and the corridor; a man, who I afterwards found was a
blind man, offering his services as a shampooer, came in and said
some (of course) unintelligible words, and the new noises were <SPAN name="page41"></SPAN>perfectly
bewildering. On one side a man recited Buddhist prayers in
a high key; on the other a girl was twanging a <i>samisen</i>, a
species of guitar; the house was full of talking and splashing,
drums and tom-toms were beaten outside; there were street cries
innumerable, and the whistling of the blind shampooers, and the
resonant clap of the fire-watchman who perambulates all Japanese
villages, and beats two pieces of wood together in token of his
vigilance, were intolerable. It was a life of which I knew
nothing, and the mystery was more alarming than attractive; my
money was lying about, and nothing seemed easier than to slide a
hand through the <i>fusuma</i> and appropriate it. Ito told
me that the well was badly contaminated, the odours were fearful;
illness was to be feared as well as robbery! So
unreasonably I reasoned! <SPAN name="citation41"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote41" class="citation">[41]</SPAN></p>
<p>My bed is merely a piece of canvas nailed to two wooden
bars. When I lay down the canvas burst away from the lower
row of nails with a series of cracks, and sank gradually till I
found myself lying on a sharp-edged pole which connects the two
pair of trestles, and the helpless victim of fleas and
mosquitoes. I lay for three hours, not daring to stir lest
I should bring the canvas altogether down, becoming more and more
nervous every moment, and then Ito called outside the
<i>shôji</i>, “It would be best, Miss Bird, that I
should see you.” What horror can this be? I thought,
and was not reassured when he added, “Here’s a
messenger from the Legation and two policemen want to speak to
you.” On arriving I had done the correct thing in
giving the house-master my passport, which, according to law, he
had copied into his book, and had sent a duplicate copy to the
police-station, and this intrusion near midnight was as
unaccountable as it was unwarrantable. Nevertheless the
appearance of the two mannikins in European uniforms, with the
familiar batons and bull’s-eye lanterns, and with manners
which were respectful without being deferential, gave me
immediate relief. I should have welcomed twenty of their
species, for their presence assured me of the fact that I am
known and registered, and that a Government which, for <SPAN name="page42"></SPAN>special
reasons, is anxious to impress foreigners with its power and
omniscience is responsible for my safety.</p>
<p>While they spelt through my passport by their dim lantern I
opened the Yedo parcel, and found that it contained a tin of
lemon sugar, a most kind note from Sir Harry Parkes, and a packet
of letters from you. While I was attempting to open the
letters, Ito, the policemen, and the lantern glided out of my
room, and I lay uneasily till daylight, with the letters and
telegram, for which I had been yearning for six weeks, on my bed
unopened!</p>
<p>Already I can laugh at my fears and misfortunes, as I hope you
will. A traveller must buy his own experience, and success
or failure depends mainly on personal idiosyncrasies. Many
matters will be remedied by experience as I go on, and I shall
acquire the habit of feeling secure; but lack of privacy, bad
smells, and the torments of fleas and mosquitoes are, I fear,
irremediable evils.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">I. L. B.</p>
<p style="text-align: center">
<SPAN href="images/p42b.jpg"><ANTIMG alt="Sir Harry’s Messenger" title= "Sir Harry’s Messenger" src="images/p42s.jpg" /></SPAN></p>
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