noto, an unexplored corner of japan-第15章
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some not。
This bay was further remarkable for a solar halo which I chanced to
see on glancing up at the sun。 I suppose it was the singular quality
of the light that first caused me to look overhead。 For a thin veil
of cloud had drawn over the blue and tempered the sunshine peculiarly。
Of course one is familiar with caricatures of the thing in
meteorological books; but the phenomenon itself is not so common;
and the effect was uncanny。 At the first glance it seemed a bit of
Noto witchery; that strangely luminous circle around the sun。
To admire the moon thus bonneted; as the Japanese say; is common enough;
and befits the hour。 But to have the halo of the night hung aloft in
broad day is to crown sober noon with enchantment。
The sheet of water was sparsely dotted with sail。 One little craft
in particular I remember; whose course bore her straight down upon us。
She dilated slowly out of the distance; and then passed so close I
might have tossed a flower aboard of her。 So steady her motion she
seemed oblivious to our presence; as she glided demurely by at
relatively doubled speed。
Only after we had passed did she show signs of noticing us at all。
For; meeting our wake; the coquette; she suddenly began dropping us
curtseys in good…by。
XI。
Anamidzu。
We seemed bound that day to meet freaks in fishing…tackle。 The next
one to turn up was a kind of crinoline。 This strange thing confronted
us as we disembarked at Anamidzu。 Anamidzu was the last port in the
inland sea。 After touching here the steamer passed out into the sea
of Japan and tied up for the night at a small port on the eastern
side of the nose of the peninsula。
As the town lay away from the shore up what looked like a canal; we
were transferred to a small boat to be rowed in。 Just as we reached
the beginnings of the canal we saw squatting on the bank an old crone
contemplating; it seemed; the forlorn remains of a hoopskirt which
dangled from a pole before her; half in and half out of water。 The
chief difference between this and the more common article of commerce
was merely one of degree; since here the ribs by quite meeting at the
top entirely suppressed the waist。 Their lower extremities were hid
in the water and were; I was informed; baited with hooks。
The old lady's attitude was one of inimitable apathy; nor did she so
much as blink at us; as we passed。 A little farther up; on the
opposite bank; sat a similar bit of still life。 A third beyond
completed the picture。 These good dames bordered the brink like so
many meditative frogs。 Though I saw them for the first time in the
flesh; I recognized them at once。 Here were the identical fisherfolk
who have sat for centuries in the paintings of Tsunenobu; not a whit
more immovable in kakemono than in real life。 I almost looked to
find the master's seal somewhere in the corner of the landscape。
The worthy souls were; I was told; inkyos; a social; or rather
unsocial state; which in their case may be rendered unwidowed
dowagers; since; in company with their husbands; they had renounced
all their social titles and estates。 Their daughters…in…law now did
the domestic drudgery; while they devoted their days thus to sport。
Whether it were the dames; or the canal; or more likely still; some
touch of atmosphere; but I was reminded of Holland。 Indeed; I know
not what the special occasion was。 It is a strange fabric we are so
busy weaving out of sensations。 Let something accidentally pick up
an old thread; and behold; without rhyme or reason; we are treated to
a whole piece of past experience。 Stranger yet when but the
background is brought back。 For we were unconscious of the warp
while the details were weaving in。 Yet reproduce it and all the woof
starts suddenly to sight。 For atmosphere; like a perfume; does
ghostly service to the past。
There is something less mediate in my remembrance of Anamidzu。 The
place has to me a memory of its own that hangs about the room they
made mine for an hour。 It was certainly a pretty room; surprisingly
so; for such an out…of…the…way spot。 I dare say it was only that to
my fellow…voyager of the steamer; hurrying homeward to Wakamatsu。
I could hear him in the next apartment making merry over his midday
meal。 To him the place stood for the last stage on the journey home。
But to me; it meant more。 It marked both the end of the beginning;
and the beginning of the end。 For I had fixed upon this spot for my
turning point。
It was high noon in my day of travel; like the high noon there
outside the open shoji。 The siesta of sensation had come。 Thus far;
the coming events had cast their shadows before and I had followed;
now they had touched their zenith here in mid…Noto。 Henceforth I
should see them moving back again toward the east。 The dazzling
sunshine without pointed the shade within; making even the room seem
more shadowy than it was。 I began to feel creeping over me that
strange touch of sadness that attends the supreme moment of success;
though fulfillment be so trifling a thing as a journey's bourne。
Great or little; real or fancied; the feeling is the same in kind。
The mind seems strangely like the eye。 Satisfy some emotion it has
been dwelling on; and the relaxed nerves at once make you conscious
of the complementary tint。
Then other inns in Japan came up regretfully across the blue distance
of the intervening years; midday halts; where an hour of daydream lay
sandwiched in between two half days of tramp。 And I thought of the
companions now so far away。 Having heard the tune in a minor key;
these came in as chords of some ampler variation; making a kind of
symphony of sentiment; where I was brought back ever and anon to the
simple motif。 And the teahouse maidens entered and went out again
like mutes in my mind's scene。
I doubt not the country beyond is all very commonplace; but it might
be an Eldorado from the gilding fancy gave it then。 I was told the
hills were not high; and that eighteen miles on foot would land the
traveler at Wakamatsu on the sea of Japan; fronting Korea; but seeing
only the sea; and I feel tolerably sure there is nothing there to
repay the tramp。 When a back has bewitched you in the street; it is
a fatal folly to try to see the face。 You will only be disillusioned
if you do。
XII。
At Sea Again。
I was roused from my mid…Noto reverie by tidings that our boat was
ready and waiting just below the bridge。 This was not the steamer
which had long since gone on its way; but a small boat of the country
we had succeeded in chartering for the return voyage。 The good
inn…folk; who had helped in the hiring; hospitably came down to the
landing to see us off。
The boat; like all Japanese small boats; was in build between a
gondola and a dory; and dated from a stage in the art of rowing prior
to the discovery that to sit is better than to stand even at work。
Ours was a small specimen of its class; that we might the quicker
compass the voyage to Nanao; which the boatmen averred to be six ri
(fifteen miles)。 My estimate; prompted perhaps by interest; and
certainly abetted by ignorance; made it about half that distance。
My argument; conclusive enough to myself; proved singularly unshaking
to the boatmen; who would neither abate the price in consequence nor
diminish their own allowance of the time to be taken。
The boat had sweeps both fore and aft; each let in by a hole in the
handle to a pin on the gunwale。 She was also provided with a sail
hoisting on a spar that fitted in amidships。 The sail was laced
vertically: a point; by the way; for telling a Japanese junk from a
Chinese one at sea; for Cathay always laces horizontally。
Whatever our private beliefs on the probable length of the voyage;
both crew and passengers agreed charmingly in one hope; namely; that
there migh