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believe　that　we　should　escape　altogether。　　I　mean　the　fatal　detection

by　the　police　that　we　were　violating　my　passport。　　That　document　had

already　outrun　the　statute　of　limitations；　and　left　me　no　better　than

an　outlaw。　　For　practical　purposes　my　character　was　gone；　and　being

thus　self…convicted　I　might　be　arrested　at　any　moment！



In　consequence　of　pending　treaty　negotiations　the　government　had

become　particular　about　the　privileges　it　granted。　　One　of　the　first

counter…moves　to　foreign　insistence　on　exterritoriality　was　the

restricting　of　passports　to　a　fortnight's　time。　　You　might　lay　out

any　tour　you　chose；　and　if　granted　by　the　government；　the　provinces

designated　would　all　be　duly　inscribed　in　your　passport；　but　you　had

to　compass　them　all　in　the　fortnight　or　be　punished。　　Of　course　this

could　be　evaded；　and　a　Japanese　friend　in　the　foreign　office　had

kindly　promised　to　send　me　an　extension　on　telegraph。　　But　the

dislike　of　being　tied　to　times　and　places　made　me　sinfully　prefer　the

risk　of　being　marched　back　to　Tokyo　under　the　charge　of　a　policeman；

a　fate　I　had　seen　overtake　one　or　two　other　malefactors　caught　at

somewhat　different　crimes；　whom　we　had　casually　met　on　the　road。

The　Harinoki　toge　was　largely　to　blame　for　the　delay；　it　is　true。

But　then　unluckily　the　Harinoki　toge　could　not　be　arrested；　and　I　could。　



The　bespectacled　authorities　who　examined　my　credentials　every　night

had　hitherto　winked　at　my　guilt；　so　that　the　bolt　fell　upon　us　from　a

clear　sky。　　It　is　almost　questionable　whether　it　had　a　right　to　fall

at　that　moment　at　all。　　It　was　certainly　a　case　of　officious

officialdom。　　For　we　had　stopped　simply　to　change　kuruma；　and　the

unwritten　rule　of　the　road　runs　that　so　long　as　the　traveler　keeps

moving　he　is　safe。　　To　catch　him　napping　at　night　is　the　recognized

custom。　



Besides；　the　police　might　have　chosen；　even　by　day；　some　other

opportunity　to　light　upon　us　than　in　the　very　thick　of　our　wrestle

with　the　extortionate　prices　of　fresh　kuruma。　　It　was　inconsiderate

of　them；　to　say　the　least；　for　the　attack　naturally　threw　us　into　a

certain　disrepute　not　calculated　to　cheapen　fares。　　Then；　too；　our

obvious　haste　helped　furnish　circumstantial　evidence　of　crime。　



Nevertheless；　in　the　very　midst　of　these　difficult　negotiations　at

Matsumoto；　evil　fate　presented　itself；　clothed　as　a　policeman；　and

demanded　our　papers。　　Luckily　they　were　not　at　the　very　bottom　of　the

baggage；　but　in　Yejiro's　bosom；　for　otherwise　our　effects　would　have

become　a　public　show；　and　collected　an　even　greater　crowd　than

actually　gathered。　　The　arm　of　the　law　took　the　passport；　fell　at

once　on　the　indefensible　date；　and　pointed　it　out　to　us。　　There　we

were；　caught　in　the　act。　　We　sank　several　degrees　instantly　in

everybody's　estimation。　



How　we　escaped　is　a　secret　of　the　Japanese　force；　for　escape　we　did。　

We　admitted　our　misfortune　to　the　policeman；　and　expressed　ourselves

as　even　more　desirous　of　getting　back　to　Tokyo　than　he　could　be　to

have　us　there。　　But　we　pointed　out　that　now　the　Tenriugawa　was　to　all

intents　as　short　a　way　as　any；　and　furthermore　that　it　was　the　one

expressly　nominated　in　the　bond。　　The　policeman　stood　perplexed。

Out　of　doubt　or　courtesy；　or　both；　he　hesitated　for　some　moments；

and　then　reluctantly　handed　the　passport　back。　　We　stood　acquitted。　

Indeed　we　were　not　only　suffered　to　proceed；　and　that　in　our　own　way；

but　he　actually　accelerated　matters　himself；　for　he　turned　to　against

the　kuruma；　to　their　instant　discomfiture。　　Indeed；　this　was　quite　as

it　should　be；　for　he　was　as　anxious　to　be　rid　of　us　as　we　were　to　be

quit　of　him。　



On　the　road　the　kuruma　proved　unruly。　　The　exposure　we　had　sustained

may　have　helped　to　this；　or　the　coercion　of　the　policeman　may　have

worked　revolt。　　They　jogged　along　more　and　more　reluctantly；　till；

at　last；　the　worst　of　them　refused　to　go　on　at　all。　　After　some　quite

useless　altercation；　we　made　what　shift　we　might　with　the　remainder；

but　had　not　got　far　when　we　heard　the　toot　of　a　fish…horn　behind；

and　the　sound　gradually　overhauled　us。　　Now；　a　fish…horn　on　a　country

road　in　Japan　means　a　basha；　and　a　basha　means　the　embodiment　of　the

objectionable。　　It　is　a　vehicle　to　be　avoided；　both　externally　like　a

fire…engine；　and　internally　like　an　ambulance　or　a　hearse。　　Indeed；

so　far　as　its　victim　is　concerned；　it　usually　ends　by　becoming　a

cross　between　the　latter　two。　　It　is　a　machine　absolutely　devoid　of

recommendations。　　I　speak　from　experience；　for　in　a　moment　of

adventure　I　once　took　passage　in　one；　some　years　ago；　and　I　never

mean　to　do　so　again。　　Even　the　sound　of　its　fish…horn　now　provokes　me

to　evil　thoughts。　　But　we　were　in　a　bad　way；　and；　to　my　wonder；

I　found　my　sentiments　perceptibly　softening。　　Before　the　thing　caught

up　with　us；　I　had　actually　resolved　to　take　it。　



We　made　signals　of　distress；　and；　rather　contrary　to　my　expectation；

the　machine　stopped。　　The　driver　pulled　up；　and　the　guard；　a

half…grown　boy；　who　sat　next　him　on　the　seat　in　front；　making　melody

on　the　horn；　jumped　down；　a　strange　bundle　of　consequence　and

courtesy；　and　helped　us　and　our　belongings　in。　　He　then　swung　himself

into　his　seat；　as　the　basha　set　off　again；　and　fell　to　tooting

vociferously。　　We　had　scarce　got　settled　before　the　vehicle　was

dashing　along　at　what　seemed；　to　our　late　perambulator　experience；

a　perfectly　breakneck　speed。　　The　pace　and　the　enthusiasm　of　the　boy

infected　us。　　Yejiro　and　I　fell　to　congratulating　each　other；　with

some　fervor；　on　our　change　of　conveyance；　and　each　time　we　spoke；

the　boy　whisked　round　in　his　seat　and　cried　out；　with　a　knowing　wag　of

his　head；　〃I　tell　you；　it's　fast；　a　basha！　He！〃　and　then　as　suddenly

whisked　back　again；　and　fell　to　tooting　with　renewed　vigor；　like　one

who　had　been　momentarily　derelict　in　duty。　　The　road　was　quite　deserted；

so　that　so　much　noise　would　have　seemed　unnecessary。　　The　boy　thought

otherwise。　　Meanwhile；　we　were　being　frightfully　jolted；　and

occasionally　slung　round　corners　in　a　way　to　make　holding　on　a

painful　labor。　



I　suppose　the　unwonted　speed　must　have　intoxicated　us。　　There　is

nothing　else　that　will　account　for　our　loss　of　head。　　For；　before　we

were　well　out　of　the　machine；　we　had　begun　negotiations　for　its

exclusive　possession　on　the　morrow；　and　by　the　time　we　were　fairly

installed　in　the　inn　at　Shiwojiri；　the　bargain　stood　complete。

In　consideration　of　no　exorbitant　sum；　the　vehicle；　with　all

appertaining　thereto；　was　to　be　taken　off　its　regular　route　and

wander；　like　any　tramp；　at　our　sweet　will；　in　quite　a　contrary

direction。　　The　boy　with　the　horn　was　expressly　included　in　the

lease。　　By　this　arrangement　we　hoped　to　compass　two　days'　journey　in

one；　and　reach　by　the　morrow's　night　the　point　where　boats　are　taken

for　the　descent　of　the　Tenriugawa　rapids。　　We　knew　the　drive　would　be

painful；　but　we　had　every　promise　that　it　would　be　fast。　



The　inn　at　Shiwojiri　possessed　a　foreign　table　and　chairs；　a　bit　of

furnishing　from　which　the　freshness　of　surprise　never　wore　off。　　What

was　even　less　to　be　looked　for；　the　son　of　the　house　was　proficient

in　English；　having　studied　with　a　missionary　in　Tokyo。　　I　had　some

talk　with　him　later；　and　lent　him　an　English　classic　which　he　showed

great　desire　to　see。　



Betimes　the　next　morning　the　basha　appeared；　both　driver　and　guard

got　up　in　a　fine　dark…green　uniform；　a　spruceness　it　much　tickled　our

vanity　to　mark。　　With　a　feeling　akin　to　princely　pride　we　stepped　in；

the　driver　cracked　his　whip；　and；　amid　the　bows　of　the　inn　household；

we　went　off　up　the　street。　　Barring　the　loss　of　an　umbrella；　which

had　happened　somewhere　between　the　time　we　boarded　the　basha　on　the

yestereen　and　the　hour　of　departure　that　morning；　and　an　exhaustive

but　vain　hunt　for　the　same；　first　in　the　vehicle　and　then　at　the

stables；　nothing　marred　the　serenity　of　our　first　half　hour。　　The　sky

was　dreamy；　a　delicate　blue　seen　through　a　golden　gauze。　　I　fancy　it

was　such　a　sky　with　which　Danae　fell　in　love。　　We　rose　slowly　up　the

Shiwojiri　pass；　which　a　new　road　enabled　even　the　basha　to　do　quite

comfortably；　and　the　southern　peaks　of　the　Hida…Shinshiu　range　rose

to　correspond　across　the　valley；　the　snow　line　distinctly　visible；

though　the　nearer　ranges　did　their　best　to　cut　it　off。　　Norikura；　the

Saddle；　especially；　showed　a　fine　bit　of　its　ten　thousand　feet；

wrapped　in　the　indistinctness　of　the　spring　haze。　　The　heavy　air　gave

a　look　of　slumber　to　the　peaks；　as　if　those　summits；　waked　before　the

rest　of　the　world；　had　already　grown　drowsy。　　We　had　not　yet　ceased

gazing　at　them　when　a　turn　of　the　road　shut　them　out。　　A　rise　of　a

few　feet；　a　dip；　a　turn；　and　the　lake　of　Suwa　lay　below　us　on　the

other　side；　flanked　by　its　own　mountains；　through　a　gap　in　which

showed　the　just　perceptible　cone　of　Fuji。　



The　Shiwojiri　toge　is　not　a　high　pass；　and　yet　it　does　duty　as　part

of　a　great　divide