I Do Not Surrender This Project,
However, Without An Equivalent, For I Intend To Add 100 Miles To My
Journey, By Taking An Almost Disused Track Round Volcano Bay, And
Visiting The Coast Ainos Of A Very Primitive Region.
Ito is very
much opposed to this, thinking that he has made a sufficient
sacrifice of personal comfort at
Biratori, and plies me with
stories, such as that there are "many bad rivers to cross," that
the track is so worn as to be impassable, that there are no
yadoyas, and that at the Government offices we shall neither get
rice nor eggs! An old man who has turned back unable to get horses
is made responsible for these stories. The machinations are very
amusing. Ito was much smitten with the daughter of the house-
master at Mororan, and left some things in her keeping, and the
desire to see her again is at the bottom of his opposition to the
other route.
Monday. - The horse could not or would not carry me farther than
Mombets, so, sending the baggage on, I walked through the oak wood,
and enjoyed its silent solitude, in spite of the sad reflections
upon the enslavement of the Ainos to sake. I spent yesterday
quietly in my old quarters, with a fearful storm of wind and rain
outside. Pipichari appeared at noon, nominally to bring news of
the sick woman, who is recovering, and to have his nearly healed
foot bandaged again, but really to bring me a knife sheath which he
has carved for me.
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