As we sailed passed the Island of Oshima, we saw that voleano smoking, puffing, perhaps again on the verge of sending forth destruction. It had been reported in Tokio that this island had disappeared, but there it loomed, sinister, a menace. As we sailed along the coast of Japan, and lates when we entered the calmer Inland Sea, it was a cloudly, windy day. Rocky hills on both sides. Desolation, perhaps a greater desolation than that at Tokio and Yokohama—the desolation of Nature. One thought of these cities that man built, now wrecked but perhaps again to stand monuments to man's will to survive, monuments to man's struggle against Nature. But here were barren rocks, untillable, containing neither coal
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