GLIMPSES OF JAPAN 
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OUR FRIEND, THE PILGRIM 
A little old man on a pilgrimage to the shrine on the sacred mountain of Koyasan. Asheslowly makes 
his way along the lonely path, he tinkles the little bell which hangs from his neck and chants the 
invocation: ‘‘ May our six senses be pure and the weather on the honorable mountain be fair.”’ 
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