Botchan – Chapter 2
Natsume Sōseki – 1906
Our steamboat sounded its whistle and slowed to a stop, and a baggage lighter set out rowing from the shore
to meet us. The ferryman was stark naked, except for a red loincloth. We must have put the civilized world
behind us. But then again, who could wear clothing in this kind of heat? The water glistened so brightly
under the intense sun that gazing too long could blind one. The ship’s officer informed me that this was mydestination. From the looks of the place, it was a fishing village no bigger than Ōmori. I thought this must
be someone’s idea of a joke, but this was indeed the place, and I had no choice but to disembark. I jumped
quickly down into the lighter, and five or six others followed. Four large boxes were also loaded, and our
naked man in the red loincloth rowed us back to shore. I was first again to jump out when we landed, and I
immediately grabbed an urchin boy who was standing on the beach and asked where the middle school was.
He looked at me blankly and told me he didn’t know. Obviously a dull-witted bumpkin. How could anyone
not know where the middle school was when the whole town was no bigger than a postage stamp? At thispoint a man wearing an odd style of kimono approached and told me come with him. I followed, and he led
me to an inn called Minatoya. A group of dubious-looking maids called out for me to enter, so I stopped
where I was and demanded directions to the middle school. They told me it was five miles off by train. Afterlearning this I decided I should keep moving. I snatched my bags back from the man in the odd kimono andresolutely walked away. The folks in the inn watched me go, regarding me like some kind of rare bird.
I easily located the station and purchased my ticket. The train I boarded was like a match box on wheels.
After rattling along for what seemed but a handful of minutes, it was already time to get off. No wonder theticket only cost me three sen. I hired a rickshaw and rode to the school, but it was after hours and no one
was there. The janitor informed me that the fellow on night duty had gone out on errands. Seems they had
a rather loose interpretation of “duty.” I thought of calling on the principal, but I was exhausted by that point,
so I asked my driver to take me to an inn. He quickly pulled me to a place called Yamashiroya. Interestingly,
this was the same name as the next door pawn shop in my old neighborhood where Kantarō lived.
I was shown to a dark room beneath the staircase. This room was unbearably hot. I asked for a better room
but was told that, unfortunately, all of the other rooms were occupied. Then they tossed my bags down andleft. There was nothing to do but stay and sweat it out. When they finally called me to the bath, I jumped inwith a splash and finished quickly. On the way back to my room I looked in on a number of empty rooms
that were cooler than mine. These folks were disrespectful and dishonest. After a while the maid brought
my dinner tray. The room was stifling, but the food was much better than at my former lodgings. Whileserving, the maid asked where I was from, so I told her I was from Tōkyō. When she replied that Tōkyō
must be a nice place, I told her of course it was. After she took the finished tray away and returned to thekitchen, I heard loud laughter. I’d had enough of their nonsense by now and turned in early, but I couldn’tsleep. It wasn’t just the heat, but the noise too. This place was five times louder than my former lodgings.
When I did drift off, I dreamt of Kiyo. She was munching on her leaf-wrapped sweets from Echigo, bambooleaf and all. I told her she should stop because bamboo leaves are poisonous, but she replied that these leaves
were medicine and continued eating. I was greatly amazed at this and laughed out loud. My laugh woke me,and I saw that the maid was opening the shutters. The weather was unchanged, just an endlessly clear sky.
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I had heard that one tips when traveling. I had also heard that one who didn’t tip could be treated brusquely.
That’s probably why I ended up stuck in this dark and cramped room. Also probably due to my shabby dress,
jute travel bags, and drab black umbrella. These country folk are quick to disparage a person. I decided tohit them with a tip they’d remember. I’d left Tōkyō with thirty yen in my pocket, the remainder from myeducation fund. After train and boat fares and miscellaneous expenses, I had about fourteen yen left. I could
spend it all if I wanted, since I’d soon be receiving my monthly pay. But these country folk were a stingy
lot, so five yen should suffice to knock them off their feet. I settled on this course of action, finished washing
my face, and returned to my room. The same maid from the prior evening came in with my breakfast tray.
She served me with a mischievous smirk. There was nothing about my face that should have amused her. It
was, in fact, far superior to that mug of hers. I had planned to spring the tip on her after the meal, but I was
too annoyed to wait. I pulled out my five yen note and instructed her to hand it over to the front desk. She
responded with a curious look on her face. I finished my breakfast and immediately left for the school. Myshoes had not been polished.
I had ridden to the school the day before, so I knew more or less where it was. I turned several corners andarrived at the gate. The way from the gate to the entrance was paved with granite. I’d felt somewhat selfconscious the day before when my rickshaw had made such a racket passing over these stones. Today, I met
many uniformed students on my way, and they all entered through this gate. Some of them were taller thanme and looked to be stronger. I was uncomfortable at the thought of having to instruct such fellows.
I presented my card and was shown to the principal’s office. The principal was a man with thin whiskers,
dark skin, and large eyes who looked like a tanuki [raccoon dog]. He reeked of arrogance. He told me towork hard and do my best, and then ceremoniously presented me with an official letter of appointment towhich a large seal was affixed. On my later return to Tōkyō I would crumple this letter into a ball and hurl
it into the sea. The principal told me I would soon be introduced to the staff, and I was to show this letter toeach of them in turn. What a bother. Instead of such laborious pomp, why not just post it on the staff room
wall for three days?
The instructors would not be in the staff room until the first hour bugle sounded. The principal took out his
watch to confirm that we had plenty of time. He told me everything would be explained gradually in due
course, but that first we should cover the fundamentals. He then proceeded with a lengthy lecture on theessence of education. I listened politely, of course, but half way through it struck me that I’d gotten myself
into a preposterous situation. I could not possibly live up to the expectations he was laying out. Requiring a
reckless scourge like me to serve as a role model for the students, to exemplify the virtues of the school, andto exert moral influence in addition to instruction was utterly unreasonable. Did he really imagine that suchan outstanding gentleman would come this far into the sticks for a forty-yen-per-month salary? I believe
people are all pretty much the same, and anyone is entitled to an occasional quarrel when provoked. Under
these edicts I’d have to never open my mouth and never go out for a walk. They should have warned me
beforehand that it was such a demanding post. I hate dishonesty, so I resolved to concede that I’d been lured
here under false pretenses. I would turn down the post and head back home. After that five yen tip at theinn, I had nine yen or so left in my pocket. Nine yen would not cover a return trip to Tōkyō, and I now
regretted the tip. But returning on nine yen was not out of the question, and I’d rather run out of money on
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would therefore return his letter of appointment, the principal gazed at me with his tanuki eyes and the lids
began to flutter. Then he smiled and said, “My speech just now describes an ideal, and I know that you can’t
match that ideal to perfection, so there’s no need to worry.” If he knew I couldn’t match his ideal, then I
wish he would have spared me all that discomfort and stress in the first place.
As the principal was continuing on, the bugle sounded, and a sudden commotion arose from the classrooms.
He told me the instructors should be assembled by now, so I followed him into the staff room. It was a large
rectangular room, and the staff were seated at their desks around the perimeter. When I entered, they all
turned to look at me as if on cue, like some curiosity paraded out for their amusement. As instructed, I madethe rounds and presented my letter of appointment as I greeted each instructor. Most of them simply stoodup and bowed in return, but a few went so far as to receive the letter from me, give it a perfunctory inspection,and reverently hand it back. It was like something out of a minstrel show. By the time I reached the physicaleducation instructor, the last of fifteen, I was feeling miffed at having to repeat this routine. Each of themgreeted me just once, but I had to replicate my performance fifteen times. I wished they’d consider this frommy point of view.
Among those I met was the head instructor, who held a university degree. Having graduated from auniversity, he was most certainly an accomplished scholar. His voice was strangely soft and effeminate, butwhat surprised me most was that despite the heat he wore a flannel shirt. However thin the fabric may havebeen, it had to be hot. Perhaps he was going to great lengths to dress the part of a scholar. On top of that,the shirt was red; maybe he was somehow mocking the rest of us. I learned later that he wears a red shirt
year round. He has some unusual illness, and as he explained it to me, the color red serves to soothe hiscondition. He custom orders these shirts to improve his health, but it seems to me he’s wasting his money.
If red were really so beneficial, then why weren’t his coat and pants red too.
Then there was an English instructor named Koga who had a terribly pale complexion. People with palecomplexions tend to be gaunt as well, but this man was pale and corpulent. Back in my primary school days
I had a classmate named Tami Asai whose father had such a complexion. Mr. Asai was a farmer, so I asked
Kiyo if all farmers had similar faces. She said no, and explained that Mr. Asai was pale and plump because
he ate too much uranari squash. Since then, I’ve assumed that any plump person with a pale face must bethat way for the same reason. There was no doubt in my mind that this English teacher also gorged himself
on uranari squash. But to be honest, I still to this day don’t know the difference between regular squash anduranari squash. When I once asked Kiyo, she just smiled and didn’t answer. Most likely Kiyo didn’t know
the difference either.
Then there was a man named Hotta who was to be my colleague in mathematics instruction. He was abrawny man with a close-cropped head whose demeanor suggested the Renegade Monk of Eizan. As I
politely held out my letter of appointment, he disregarded it completely and bellowed out, “So you’re thenew fellow? Drop by for a visit sometime. A ha ha ha!” I’ve no idea what he found so funny. And whowould visit a guy like him with no sense of common courtesy? From this point on I assigned him thenickname of Yama Arashi [porcupine or frightful mountain deity]. The classics instructor, as one might
expect, was proper and formal. He was an engaging older gentleman who spoke fluidly. “You arrived
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diligence. ...” The art instructor was clearly the artistic type. He wore a flimsy silk coat and wielded a folding
fan in one hand. “Where do you hail from? Huh? Tōkyō? Lovely - that makes us comrades. I’m a Tōkyō
man myself.” If this was a Tōkyō man then I wished I’d been born elsewhere. I could go on with similar
descriptions of each of the others, but there’d be no end to it, so I’ll leave off here.
When formal introductions were concluded, the principal told me that that would be all for the day. I wasto discuss lesson plans with the head mathematics instructor and begin my teaching duties two days hence.
And of course the head mathematics teacher was none other than Yama Arashi. I did not at all look forward
to serving under this guy. As he picked up some chalk and headed toward the classroom, he spoke to me
briefly. “Hey, where are you staying? Yamashiroya? I’ll come by later to talk.” It seemed lacking in dignity
for a head instructor to visit his new charge. However, I appreciated not being summoned to his place.
After that I left again out the main gate. My first thought was to return to the inn, but since there was nothing
to do at the inn, I decided instead to stroll around and take in the town. I saw the prefectural office. It wasan old building constructed in the style of the former century. I saw the army barracks. They didn’t measure
up to those of the Azabu regiment. I saw the main street. It was half the width of Kagurazaka, and lined withinferior residences and shops. A castle town boasting a quarter million inhabitants was nothing spectacular.
While walking on and thinking how anyone who took pride in such a place was pathetic, I found myself
back in front of Yamashiroya. The town had seemed bigger but turned out to be quite limited, and I’dapparently seen the most of it. It was time to eat, so I passed through the inn’s gateway. The hostess seatedat the front desk jumped up at the sight of me and greeted me with a deep bow. As I took off my shoes andstepped inside, the maid informed me that a better room had become available. She led me to the secondfloor. It was a spacious fifteen-mat room on the front side with a large alcove. I’d never in my life set footin such a splendid room, and I didn’t know that I ever would again, so I changed into a cool summer robeand spread myself out in the middle of the floor. It was a wonderful feeling.
Immediately after lunch I wrote a letter to Kiyo. I hate writing letters. My composition skills are poor, andI can never remember my kanji [Chinese characters]. I’ve never had anyone to write to anyway. However,I knew that Kiyo would be worrying about me. I didn’t want her to imagine I might have been shipwreckedand drowned, so I made my best effort and wrote her a long letter as follows.
“Arrived yesterday. Dull place. I’m staying in a splendid fifteen-mat room. I gave the inn a five-yen tip. The
hostess bowed her head to the floor in gratitude. Couldn’t sleep last night. Dreamt that you were eating leafwrapped sweets, bamboo leaf and all. Will return next summer. Went to the school today and assigned
nicknames to those I met. The principal is ‘Tanuki,’ the head teacher is ‘Red Shirt,’ the English teacher is‘Uranari,’ the head mathematics teacher is ‘Yama Arashi,’ and the art instructor is ‘Nodaiko’ [a third-rateclown]. Will write more soon. Take care.”After writing my letter I felt satisfied and a little drowsy, so I spread myself out again in the middle of thelarge room and dozed off. I had no dreams this time and slept like a rock. I was woken by a booming voiceasking, “This room here?” and Yama Arashi entered. He started in with, “Good to see you again. About
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it didn’t seem particularly difficult, so I accepted without further discussion. If this was all it entailed thenthere was no need to wait two days. I’d have been perfectly willing to start the next morning.
Having concluded our discussion on school and teaching duties, he said to me, “Since you can’t stay in thisinn forever, I’ll help you settle into good lodgings. It’s not easy finding a place to stay here, but I can getyou into a room right away. Sooner is better, so let’s look at the room today, you can move in tomorrow,and then you’ll be all set to begin teaching the day after.” He seemed to have decided everything for me.
However, he was right that I couldn’t stay where I was. Even if I handed my entire salary to the innkeeper,it might not cover a room like this. It was a shame to leave so soon after splurging on a five-yen tip, but if I
had to move then better to be done with it and get settled, so I took him up on his offer. He told me I shouldcome first and see the room, so I went out with him. The house was half way up a hill on the edge of town,
in a quiet area. The master of the house was an antiques dealer named Ikagin. His wife was four years hiselder. In middle school I’d learned the English word “witch,” and this woman fit the word to a tee. Not thatit really concerned me if a man’s wife was a witch. We agreed that I would move in the next day. On theway back, Yama Arashi treated me to a cup of ice water in Tōrichō. He had impressed me as arrogant andrude when I first met him at the school, but after all his help I decided he really wasn’t such a bad guy. Hewas just quick-tempered and hot-headed like myself. I later learned that among the students he was the bestliked instructor.

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