My stay at Kagoshima was the pleasantest part, the climax, of my little holiday. Therefore it is proper chat the narrative should here come toa close. I might try to entertain the reader with an account of further journeyings; and dwell upon such episodes as my visit to the tomb of the Imperial ancest r Ninigi-no-mikoto, deity interred upon earth; or my descent of the Kumagawa, through ravines unsurpassed for wild 'b-arity in all Japan the squall that overtook me, belated, on the voyage from Yatsushiro to Misumo; the bellowing of the wind, the sca driving magnificent sheets of flame through the black covering of the night; or Nagasaki revisited; Nagasiki at its best. But it would prove in the telling, as in the travelling, a somewhat wearisome epilogue. "The loveliest Japanese scenery ministers only to the sensuous pleasure of the eye. The thrill of association is want ing; nothing in it sings or thunders to the ear of fancy. The history and legend of this people searcely touch us. Their figures move ina world remote, impalpable.
and so good-bye to green woods and crystal waters; and back again to the mud, the smells, the dirty, di dreary, dismal monotony of China. Back also to the faces of honest friends, which are the best sights of this singular world,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.