The Days of a Man 



hard as to their exact number because of the reputed spell 

 to count by w hich he who counts never gets the same result 

 twice. The explanation is simple. Several of the 

 images are so badly broken that it is impossible to 

 tell whether they are merely rock fragments or were 

 once part of the sacred series. 



Near by on an inaccessible cliff above the boiling 

 stream is engraved the Sanskrit word Kamman, said 

 to have been made by a noted poet, Kobo Kaishi, 

 who repeatedly threw his pen across at the face of the 

 rock until the inscription was completed. 



At Chusenji we passed the night. The next day 

 we had luncheon at Yumoto, at the head of its ex- 

 quisite lake, passing on the way the cheerful Falls of 

 Yu, a sliding cascade overshadowed by the reddening 

 Campaign maples. The horses we rode had served in the Man- 

 churian campaign. On making their acquaintance we 

 could well understand why the Japanese cavalry 

 failed to pursue the fleeing Russians after the battles 

 about Mukden. Their gaits were indescribable, and 

 when my wife's mount discovered that we had really 

 turned toward Nikko, he made such a bolt for home 

 that she could no longer maintain her seat and was 

 thrown violently to the ground, the only unpleasant 

 incident in an otherwise delightful trip. 



Returning to Nikko, I learned that Count (now 

 Marquis) Shigenobu Okuma, as president of the 

 Japanese Peace Party, had in preparation an elabo- 

 rate lawn party at which he expected me to develop 

 the whole program of World Peace. So leaving Mrs. 

 Jordan with Dr. and Mrs. F. E. Hinckley, newly 

 made friends, the former then judge in the United 

 States Court at Shanghai, I returned alone to Tokyo. 

 But the Count's secretary insisted that the meeting 



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