<h2><SPAN name="page320"></SPAN>LETTER XLII.</h2>
<p class="gutsumm">Pleasant Last Impressions—The Japanese
Junk—Ito Disappears—My Letter of Thanks.</p>
<p style="text-align: right"><span class="smcap">Hakodaté</span>, <span class="smcap">Yezo</span>, <i>September</i> 14, 1878.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">This</span> is my last day in Yezo, and
the sun, shining brightly over the grey and windy capital, is
touching the pink peaks of Komono-taki with a deeper red, and is
brightening my last impressions, which, like my first, are very
pleasant. The bay is deep blue, flecked with violet
shadows, and about sixty junks are floating upon it at
anchor. There are vessels of foreign rig too, but the wan,
pale junks lying motionless, or rolling into the harbour under
their great white sails, fascinate me as when I first saw them in
the Gulf of Yedo. They are antique-looking and picturesque,
but are fitter to give interest to a picture than to battle with
stormy seas.</p>
<p>Most of the junks in the bay are about 120 tons burthen, 100
feet long, with an extreme beam, far aft, of twenty-five
feet. The bow is long, and curves into a lofty stem, like
that of a Roman galley, finished with a beak head, to secure the
forestay of the mast. This beak is furnished with two
large, goggle eyes. The mast is a ponderous spar, fifty
feet <SPAN name="page321"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
321</span>high, composed of pieces of pine, pegged, glued, and
hooped together. A heavy yard is hung amidships. The
sail is an oblong of widths of strong, white cotton artistically
“<i>puckered</i>,” not sewn together, but laced
vertically, leaving a decorative lacing six inches wide between
each two widths. Instead of reefing in a strong wind, a
width is unlaced, so as to reduce the canvas vertically, not
horizontally. Two blue spheres commonly adorn the
sail. The mast is placed well abaft, and to tack or veer it
is only necessary to reverse the sheet. When on a wind the
long bow and nose serve as a head-sail. The high, square,
piled-up stern, with its antique carving, and the sides with
their lattice-work, are wonderful, together with the
extraordinary size and projection of the rudder, and the length
of the tiller. The anchors are of grapnel shape, and the
larger junks have from six to eight arranged on the fore-end,
giving one an idea of bad holding-ground along the coast.
They really are much like the shape of a Chinese
“small-footed” woman’s shoe, and look very
unmanageable. They are of unpainted wood, and have a
wintry, ghastly look about them. <SPAN name="citation321"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote321" class="citation">[321]</SPAN></p>
<p>I have parted with Ito finally to-day, with great
regret. He has served me faithfully, and on most common
topics I can get much more information through him than from any
foreigner. I miss him already, though he insisted on
packing for me as usual, and put all my things in order.
His cleverness is something surprising. He goes to a good,
manly master, who will help him to be good and set him a virtuous
example, and that is a satisfaction. Before he left he
wrote a letter for me to the Governor of Mororan, thanking him on
my behalf for the use of the <i>kuruma</i> and other
courtesies.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">I. L. B.</p>
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