<h2><SPAN name="page155"></SPAN>LETTER XXI.</h2>
<p class="gutsumm">The Necessity of Firmness—Perplexing
Misrepresentations—Gliding with the Stream—Suburban
Residences—The Kubota Hospital—A Formal
Reception—The Normal School.</p>
<p style="text-align: right"><span class="smcap">Kubota</span>,
<i>July</i> 23.</p>
<p>I <span class="smcap">arrived</span> here on Monday afternoon
by the river Omono, what would have been two long days’
journey by land having been easily accomplished in nine hours by
water. This was an instance of forming a plan wisely, and
adhering to it resolutely! Firmness in travelling is
nowhere more necessary than in Japan. I decided some time
ago, from Mr. Brunton’s map, that the Omono must be
navigable from Shingoji, and a week ago told Ito to inquire about
it, but at each place difficulties have been started. There
was too much water, there was too little; there were bad rapids,
there were shallows; it was too late in the year; all the boats
which had started lately were lying aground; but at one of the
ferries I saw in the distance a merchandise boat going down, and
told Ito I should go that way and no other. On arriving at
Shingoji they said it was not on the Omono at all, but on a
stream with some very bad rapids, in which boats are broken to
pieces. Lastly, they said there was no boat, but on my
saying that I would send ten miles for one, a small,
flat-bottomed scow was produced by the Transport Agent, into
which Ito, the luggage, and myself accurately fitted. Ito
sententiously observed, “Not one thing has been told us on
our journey which has turned out true!” This is not
an exaggeration. The usual crowd did not assemble round the
door, but preceded me to the river, where it covered the banks
and clustered in the trees. Four policemen escorted me
down. The voyage of forty-two miles was delightful.
The <SPAN name="page156"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
156</span>rapids were a mere ripple, the current was strong, one
boatman almost slept upon his paddle, the other only woke to bale
the boat when it was half-full of water, the shores were silent
and pretty, and almost without population till we reached the
large town of Araya, which straggles along a high bank for a
considerable distance, and after nine peaceful hours we turned
off from the main stream of the Omono just at the outskirts of
Kubota, and poled up a narrow, green river, fringed by
dilapidated backs of houses, boat-building yards, and rafts of
timber on one side, and dwelling-houses, gardens, and damp
greenery on the other. This stream is crossed by very
numerous bridges.</p>
<p>I got a cheerful upstairs room at a most friendly
<i>yadoya</i>, and my three days here have been fully occupied
and very pleasant. “Foreign food”—a good
beef-steak, an excellent curry, cucumbers, and foreign salt and
mustard, were at once obtained, and I felt my “eyes
lightened” after partaking of them.</p>
<p>Kubota is a very attractive and purely Japanese town of 36,000
people, the capital of Akita <i>ken</i>. A fine mountain,
called Taiheisan, rises above its fertile valley, and the Omono
falls into the Sea of Japan close to it. It has a number of
<i>kurumas</i>, but, owing to heavy sand and the badness of the
roads, they can only go three miles in any direction. It is
a town of activity and brisk trade, and manufactures a silk
fabric in stripes of blue and black, and yellow and black, much
used for making <i>hakama</i> and <i>kimonos</i>, a species of
white silk <i>crêpe</i> with a raised woof, which brings a
high price in Tôkiyô shops, <i>fusuma</i>, and
clogs. Though it is a castle town, it is free from the
usual “deadly-lively” look, and has an air of
prosperity and comfort. Though it has few streets of shops,
it covers a great extent of ground with streets and lanes of
pretty, isolated dwelling-houses, surrounded by trees, gardens,
and well-trimmed hedges, each garden entered by a substantial
gateway. The existence of something like a middle class
with home privacy and home life is suggested by these miles of
comfortable “suburban residences.” Foreign
influence is hardly at all felt, there is not a single foreigner
in Government or any other employment, and even the hospital was
organised from the beginning by Japanese doctors.</p>
<p><SPAN name="page157"></SPAN>This
fact made me greatly desire to see it, but, on going there at the
proper hour for visitors, I was met by the Director with
courteous but vexatious denial. No foreigner could see it,
he said, without sending his passport to the Governor and getting
a written order, so I complied with these preliminaries, and 8
a.m. of the next day was fixed for my visit Ito, who is lazy
about interpreting for the lower orders, but exerts himself to
the utmost on such an occasion as this, went with me, handsomely
clothed in silk, as befitted an “Interpreter,” and
surpassed all his former efforts.</p>
<p>The Director and the staff of six physicians, all handsomely
dressed in silk, met me at the top of the stairs, and conducted
me to the management room, where six clerks were writing.
Here there was a table, solemnly covered with a white cloth, and
four chairs, on which the Director, the Chief Physician, Ito, and
I sat, and pipes, tea, and sweetmeats, were produced. After
this, accompanied by fifty medical students, whose intelligent
looks promise well for their success, we went round the hospital,
which is a large two-storied building in semi-European style, but
with deep verandahs all round. The upper floor is used for
class-rooms, and the lower accommodates 100 patients, besides a
number of resident students. Ten is the largest number
treated in any one room, and severe cases are treated in separate
rooms. Gangrene has prevailed, and the Chief Physician, who
is at this time remodelling the hospital, has closed some of the
wards in consequence. There is a Lock Hospital under the
same roof. About fifty important operations are annually
performed under chloroform, but the people of Akita <i>ken</i>
are very conservative, and object to part with their limbs and to
foreign drugs. This conservatism diminishes the number of
patients.</p>
<p>The odour of carbolic acid pervaded the whole hospital, and
there were spray producers enough to satisfy Mr. Lister! At
the request of Dr. K. I saw the dressing of some very severe
wounds carefully performed with carbolised gauze, under spray of
carbolic acid, the fingers of the surgeon and the instruments
used being all carefully bathed in the disinfectant. Dr. K.
said it was difficult to teach the students the extreme
carefulness with regard to minor details which is required in the
antiseptic treatment, which he regards as one <SPAN name="page158"></SPAN>of the
greatest discoveries of this century. I was very much
impressed with the fortitude shown by the surgical patients, who
went through very severe pain without a wince or a moan.
Eye cases are unfortunately very numerous. Dr. K.
attributes their extreme prevalence to overcrowding, defective
ventilation, poor living, and bad light.</p>
<p>After our round we returned to the management room to find a
meal laid out in English style—coffee in cups with handles
and saucers, and plates with spoons. After this pipes were
again produced, and the Director and medical staff escorted me to
the entrance, where we all bowed profoundly. I was
delighted to see that Dr. Kayabashi, a man under thirty, and
fresh from Tôkiyô, and all the staff and students
were in the national dress, with the <i>hakama</i> of rich
silk. It is a beautiful dress, and assists dignity as much
as the ill-fitting European costume detracts from it. This
was a very interesting visit, in spite of the difficulty of
communication through an interpreter.</p>
<p>The public buildings, with their fine gardens, and the broad
road near which they stand, with its stone-faced embankments, are
very striking in such a far-off <i>ken</i>. Among the
finest of the buildings is the Normal School, where I shortly
afterwards presented myself, but I was not admitted till I had
shown my passport and explained my objects in travelling.
These preliminaries being settled, Mr. Tomatsu Aoki, the Chief
Director, and Mr. Shude Kane Nigishi, the principal teacher, both
looking more like monkeys than men in their European clothes,
lionised me.</p>
<p>The first was most trying, for he persisted in attempting to
speak English, of which he knows about as much as I know of
Japanese, but the last, after some grotesque attempts, accepted
Ito’s services. The school is a commodious
Europeanised building, three stories high, and from its upper
balcony the view of the city, with its gray roofs and abundant
greenery, and surrounding mountains and valleys, is very
fine. The equipments of the different class-rooms surprised
me, especially the laboratory of the chemical class-room, and the
truly magnificent illustrative apparatus in the natural science
class-room. Ganot’s “Physics” is the text
book of that department.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">I. L. B.</p>
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