We had pictures, too, of Nikko and its beauties, of Temples and great Buddhas.

Bedient went to Japan, where he made the acquaintance of an old Buddhist priesta scabby, long-nailed Zarathustra who roamed the boxwood hills above Nikko, and meditated.

They must go to Tokio, they must go to Nikko; they must surely see all that is to be seen and then write home to their barbarian families that they are getting used to the sight of bare, brown legs.

NIKKO, July, 1911.

The days in Yokohama were too much like a continuous Turkish bath, and I fled to Nikko, the ever moist and mossy.

It goes without saying that I did not arrive in Nikko without a variety of experiences along the way.

Mate, you would have to see Nikko, with its majestic cryptomarias, sheltering the red and gold lacquer temples; you would have to feel the mystery of the gray-green avenues, and have its holy silences fall like a benediction upon a restless spirit, to realize what healing for soul and body is in the very air, to understand why I joyfully loitered for two hours and came back sane and hungry, but wet as a fish.

" STILL AT NIKKO, August, 1911.

My last glimpse of him was in Nikko.

The Temple of Nikko is ornamented by wonderful carving in catalpa, chrysantheums, etc., and in it in glass cases are the most beautiful specimens of their embroidery, tapestry, pottery.