The Days of a Man 1900 



it soon grows discouraged and drops down to a long- 

 drawn-out "beeeeeeeeeeees" It thus seemed to begin 

 by claiming beehood, but faced by an incredulous 



Not a world to grow less insistent and finally to abandon 

 the effort. The Japanese, however, hear it as "mi, 

 mi, mi, mimimi" 



For some distance our way led through fishing 

 villages which straggled along the shore, then up the 

 backbone of Misaki peninsula, from which we caught 

 beautiful glimpses of deep arms of the sea to the 

 south, and of Fuji on the north. On down grades the 

 pusher exhorted the leader to caution by a remark- 

 able ejaculation on which he rang many changes: 

 "io, io, ori, ORI, O!" At Koajiro, nestling on a nar- 

 row, green, fjord-like bay, the road was lined with 



Holiday people in holiday attire, and I wondered how the 



throngs Marine Laboratory could attract such a varied crowd 

 of visitors. We therefore pushed on half skeptically, 

 but at last, by a deep fjord apparently enclosed like 

 a pond in the woods, saw two white buildings and 

 knew that our destination lay before us. 



Mitsukuri was there at work with several others, 

 including Bashford Dean of Columbia University, 

 engaged on problems in shark morphology. Dr. and 

 Mrs. Dean at once welcomed me to their comfortable 

 cottage, where my belongings were speedily installed. 



A little But when I paid the kuruma men, they still stayed 

 80*19 about, addressing me politely though with evident 

 earnestness, so that I asked one of the professors 

 what it all meant. He replied that they were con- 

 gratulating me on the fine day, the pleasant trip, 

 and so on. The talk continued, however, until he 

 finally said they wanted another yen. "The roads 

 had been slippery, he was 'badly loaded' that is, 



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