TOMO. I 
On entering tlie Idsnma-Nada, we found it free 
from islands or rocks of any kind. The Seto-Uchi, 
however, becomes very narrow at Akasi Strait, ‘ 
being there only two miles wide. As the stranger- 
ship passed quietly along, within a stone^s tlirow of ■ 
their houses, a blue-robed bare-headed multitude ^ 
gazed with eager eyes upon us. 
In the Bingo-Nada, the high rugged peak of 
Dotensan^s sacred mountain was before us ; and the 
fine cone of Odutsi, nine hundred feet liigh, was 
passed. Numerous islands with rounded peaks, most 
of them cultivated to their very summits, with pictu- 
rescpie villages in sheltered bays, and temples and tea- 
houses perched on wooded knolls, formed, as the ship 
glided by, a panorama of as much interest as beauty. 
On the north shore lies Tomo, a large town 
famous for its saki distilleries. Escorted by Araki, 
our courteous Japanese, the captain and myself 
landed at a stone pier in the little harbour. It 
was a period of festival, and all Tomo was alive 
and out of doors. Gay pennons fluttered from the 
windows, and wild music was heard in the streets. 
