The Washington herald., 1914-11-02
tcssgrisht b chns Kinh.n Young. through III
AutboA s5ndlafe. Jnel

THIRD nEELEFUsf YA1IA.
The next day after leaving Hawaii We
spent taking several pictures Of q story.
told on the deck Of an ocean liner, great
~ TO the amusement OF the passengers.
Sunday ] devoted TO reading extensively
several books relative to the country.
people, ways and thought Of Japan. by
Sir Edwin Arnold, who lived year in
Japan. and who. Afterwards, believe.
married Japanese woman
Monday for rs did not exist, for we
jumped from Sunday 70 Tuesday, and lost
day which we picked Up later on the
other side OF the globe. Nevertheless We
had our Christmas, and large, real
rightly Christmas tree reared its gaudy
and Conventional bedecked head with
/ Christmas plumage IN the dining cabin
1t rose proudly 10 the vaulted glass dome
and outshone II In color, while arrayed
with tinssl and gold and silver and It's
Pickering candies. Il gave startling de-
light TO the numerous children on board
II was a beautiful day and the ocean
was as smooth as the placid lake IN
Druid Hin Park, just about 1000 miles
away, and with our wireless system OF
relays we could reach Washington and
New York. We were then half way be-
tween the Hawaiian Islands and Japan.
The festivities commenced with a
Christmas Eve dance, which lasttd up
into the early morning. and as the time
progressed. the rags and Turkey trot
dances grew in popularity. 1t was not
an IDEAL Christmas and there were no
snow-banks, heavy furs and Ginning OF
sleigh bells, but instead a warm sun
peeked its nose from out the clouds and
compelled US to seek comfort in white
flannel suits and nfmsy materials.
The steamship company seemeo de-
TRIMMED to make US feel the spirit Of the
day. for al breakfast we found beside
our plates an enamel pin enclosed in a
wrapper which bore the words. Blue
bird, for Happiness
The morning was spent In the exchange
Of greetings among the passengers. and
several Shriners from Los Angeles went
among the children Of the stserage dis
tributing dimes and nickels. In the aft
ernoon, upon the forward deck, We were
entertained by an exhibition Of japanese
wrestling Later / had an inyigorating
swim in a section Of the ocean which
had been transplanted TO the deck in
tank.
On the morning of the 3Oth, we awoke
TO find ourselves within breathing dis
tance of that land of weird mystery,
where the sun usually shines in all its
splendOr and glory: where most every
one seems TO be happy, and those who
are not are far from sad.
As / reached the deck all was in dark
ness. That there was land near / knew
from the numerous red lighthouses, and
back of those lighthouses slumbered a
nation upon which the white man keeps
an apprehenslve gaze. 1t was more mys-
terious than ever just now. for it was all
hidden by that darkest Of hours, just be-
fore the dawn. The solitary lights
warned US Of the unseen land. and I stood
eagerly watching for the first ray Of
grayness which would reveal the faint
outlines Of the shore. All was quiet. The
water seemed unruffied by our steamer, |
which glided along slowly and scarcely
made a ripple as IL pushed its nose
through the brine. 4 sailor dropped a
spike and 1t seemed to echo over the
hills like the report Of an earthquake,
such was the tranquility about U.S.
Soon a faint streak of light shot up
ward from the east and stretched from
the sea to the heavens. The shaft Of light
drove the darkness before II. Scattering
the clouds and revealing a shsdowy form
rocky and rugged, upon the horizon. 1t
was our introduction to Japan
The shadowy form became distinct: |
square-saIled tiny boats seemed to rise |
from the deep and hoated slowly before 1
a soft and gentle breeze. And they in
creased in number like a flock of gulls un-
til the water seemed hidden by them
The heavens frightened quickly-for II |
never takes long for the world to get up-I
and there, before US and towering high I
above US was Fusi Yama, the incom- |
parable, clear and cloudless outlined |
against the sky like fine cameo and |
draped in a mantle Of purest white. II |
seemed as though she had put on her
best gown to greet US, for It is only on
occasions most rare that she will appear |
in the full radiance Of her beauty, pre-
ferring to modestly enshroud herself in |
some filmy cloud There she stood in a 1
robe Of giistening snow. The sun rose |
and smiled upon the mountain, and Fusi |
returned the smile with a silvery, alluring /
grin as we gazed and paid our tribute
the silent homage she demands from /
those who look upon her.
Through countless centuries Fusi has
bewitched and inspired. The artist and
poet have rivaled each other to express