The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1896-11-11
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doll-houses In the most picturesque set
ting ever found In Japan. says the Cen
tury. There Is the usual large living
room or Office OF the landlord and q
general food preparing room for the
establishment opening on the roadway.
but within the gates one finds a deep.
green glen. an awful chasm some tf-
teen feet deep aud twice as wide. all
filled with delicate airy branches OF
cut-leaf naples. a terrible torrent
some two feet wide dashes madly down
the mountain side, spreads out into a
lake the size Of a large dinner-table,
With q wooden sauce-hoat moored az
one side. Each vantage spot on the
steep bank holds a one. two or three
roOmed dollhouse exquisite
little toy dwellings. with such fairy bal
comics. such spotleas screens and soft.
shining mats that one hosltates TO des-
ecrate them with the clumsy, dealing
destructive appur,enances Of the sim
plest foreign living; and as Tor hlmGci.
fitting into one OF these midget man
sions II Is CULVER alive among the
Ll..puiians. Our life IN that glen Of
maple leayoC was fall Of interest. from
the moment OF slipping back the
screens IN the morning with some anx-
lefty lest che mite OF slOn and its
midget lake were not there or real
rolled up over night. and some other
charming japanese drop curtain put IN
Us place-to the last hanging OF the
amados or wooden outer screens az
night The deer we're friends and
ncighhors from the moment OF our ar
rival. coming 10 drink from the musical
fountaln-lei In our throe-feet square
court Of entrance and then 10 the edge
Of our porch 10 bob their heads In we'll
hammered appeals Tor deer-cake. These
pretty hegrars. with their lovely eyes.
their sharp muzzles and delicate feet.
seemed 10 know the value OF their
charms. and having no fear OF man.
had only 10 pose a few moments 20
move the stoniest and most indoloni
heart 10 walt on them. Il was even
more idylllc IN the early morning 10
find some anilered friend. or an equally
fearless doe and her tiny fawn. walt
ing by the lakeside TO share our break
fast After Miyailma one may we'll
boaOi Of having lived In Arcadia. and
each day. more idyiiis than the other
puts one IN the better spirit OF enjoying
the rare Japanese charm OF % an Tho
peace OF The island IS ~ perfect as it1
pieiy and few sounds but the gentle
dnshlng stream and the nuiter OF
maple leaves disturbed our enchanted
little glen. One spoke softly. as bch,-
ted a place OF such perfect beauty.
! Neighhors came 20 the dollhouse
across the chasm. but only the rat-tat
OF their pipes on the bamboo cups OF
the tobacco trays was evidence OF their
presence there. In that simple. init
mate lie there was no mysteries. not
even OF the menu. All the villagers who
passed might stop and watch our cook
make bis highly colored curry fos our
midday meal: and pcddlers who came
20 tempt the tea-house maids with gay
kim0no patterns watched his strange
connections and sought pretexts 20
watch our further play with the knife
and fork. as We sat az feast on ON
| utlle veranda over the lake. The small
boy OF the tea house added the cont,
element. and his morning pursuit Of
our dinner chicken was always a fea
ture lie would chase the angry her
around and around the lake. and wher
| Il fed cackllng up the bank. a swift
movement OF his palm across the LAKE
would squirt such showers o; waite
ON the ruled fowl as might soon empil
the whole vast deep and rob the rayin
OF It's choicest landscape ornament
When the tea-house stan had combine
against the hen, our major-domo woull
bring the captive TO Us in his arms an
display the fne stew chicken" Their
was a solidity and an adamantlne fbe
10 the Miyajima fowls that resls,e
ordinary cooking. and We commando
one day that the bird should be divide
At every Joint. the body ouartered. an
all kept stewing Of three hours durin
which We expected TO be gone on a
excursion. summoned to see u Il wa
al right. we found the pallid. unoool
ell chicken dismcmbcred to the las
iolnt; but the whole puzzle had bee
neatly put together again, and the Dir
wound over and over with the close
network Of ine spool cotton-a stranG
travesty on that CULVER to whom v
were always comparing ourselves.