"Presently there will be neither gold nor lacquer--nothing but the finger-marks of foreigners. Let us pray for the soul of V. Gay all the same. Perhaps he was a missionary."
The j.a.panese papers occasionally contain, sandwiched between notes of railway, mining, and tram concessions, announcements like the following: "Dr. ---- committed _hara-kiri_ last night at his private residence in such and such a street. Family complications are a.s.signed as the reason of the act." Nor does _hara-kiri_ merely mean suicide by any method.
_Hara-kiri_ is _hara-kiri_, and the private performance is even more ghastly than the official one. It is curious to think that any one of the dapper little men with top-hats and reticules who have a Const.i.tution of their own, may in time of mental stress, strip to the waist, shake their hair over their brows, and, after prayer, rip themselves open. When you come to j.a.pan, look at Farsari"s _hara-kiri_ pictures and his photos of the last crucifixion (twenty years ago) in j.a.pan. Then at Deakin"s, inquire for the modelled head of a gentleman who was not long ago executed in Tokio. There is a grim fidelity in the latter work of art that will make you uncomfortable. The j.a.panese, in common with the rest of the East, have a strain of blood-thirstiness in their compositions. It is very carefully veiled now, but some of Hokusai"s pictures show it, and show that not long ago the people revelled in its outward expression. Yet they are tender to all children beyond the tenderness of the West, courteous to each other beyond the courtesy of the English, and polite to the foreigner alike in the big towns and in the Mofussil. What they will be after their Const.i.tution has been working for three generations the Providence that made them what they are alone knows!
All the world seems ready to proffer them advice. Colonel Olcott is wandering up and down the country now, telling them that the Buddhist religion needs reformation, offering to reform it, and eating with ostentation rice gruel which is served to him in cups by admiring handmaidens. A wanderer from Kioto tells me that in the Chion-in, loveliest of all the temples, he saw only three days ago the Colonel mixed up with a procession of Buddhist priests, just such a procession as the one I tried vainly to describe, and "tramping about as if the whole show belonged to him." You cannot appreciate the solemnity of this until you have seen the Colonel and the Chion-in temple. The two are built on entirely different lines, and they don"t seem to harmonise. It only needs now Madame Blavatsky, cigarette in mouth, under the _cryptomerias_ of Nikko, and the return of Mr. Caine, M. P., to preach the sin of drinking _saki_, and the menagerie would be full.
Something should be done to America. There are many American missionaries in j.a.pan, and some of them construct clapboard churches and chapels for whose ugliness no creed could compensate. They further instil into the j.a.panese mind wicked ideas of "Progress," and teach that it is well to go ahead of your neighbour, to improve your situation, and generally to thresh yourself to pieces in the battle of existence. They do not mean to do this; but their own restless energy enforces the lesson. The American is objectionable. And yet--this is written from Yokohama--how pleasant in every way is a nice American whose tongue is cleansed of "right there," "all the time," "noos," "revoo," "raound,"
and the Falling Cadence. I have met such an one even now--a Californian ripened in Spain, matured in England, polished in Paris, and yet always a Californian. His voice and manners were soft alike, temperate were his judgments and temperately expressed, wide was his range of experience, genuine his humour, and fresh from the mint of his mind his reflections.
It was only at the end of the conversation that he startled me a little.
"I understand that you are going to stay some time in California. Do you mind my giving you a little advice? I am speaking now of towns that are still rather brusque in their manners. When a man offers you a drink accept at once, and then stand drinks all round. I don"t say that the second part of the programme is as necessary as the first, but it puts you on a perfectly safe footing. Above all, remember that where you are going you must never carry anything. The men you move among will do that for you. They have been accustomed to it. It is in some places, unluckily, a matter of life and death as well as daily practice to draw first. I have known really lamentable accidents occur from a man carrying a revolver when he did not know what to do with it. Do you understand anything about revolvers?"
"N-no," I stammered, "of course not."
"Do you think of carrying one?"
"Of course not. I don"t want to kill myself."
"Then you are safe. But remember you will be moving among men who go heeled, and you will hear a good deal of talk about the thing and a great many tall stories. You may listen to the yarns, but you must not conform to the custom however much you may feel tempted. You invite your own death if you lay your hand on a weapon you don"t understand. No man flourishes a revolver in a bad place. It is produced for one specified purpose and produced before you can wink."
"But surely if you draw first you have an advantage over the other man,"
said I, valorously.
"You think so? Let me show you. I have no use for any weapon, but I believe I have one about me somewhere. An ounce of demonstration is worth a ton of theory. Your pipe-case is on the table. My hands are on the table too. Use that pipe case as a revolver and as quickly as you can."
I used it in the approved style of the penny dreadful--pointed it with a stiff arm at my friend"s head. Before I knew how it came about the pipe case had quitted my hand, which was caught close to the funny-bone and tingled horribly. I heard four persuasive clicks under the table almost before I knew that my arm was useless. The gentleman from California had jerked out his pistol from its pocket and drawn the trigger four times, his hand resting on his hip while I was lifting my right arm.
"Now, do you believe?" he said. "Only an Englishman or an Eastern man fires from the shoulder in that melodramatic manner. I had you safe before your arm went out, merely because I happened to know the trick; and there are men out yonder who in a trouble could hold me as safe as I held you. They don"t reach round for their revolver, as novelists say.
It"s here in front, close to the second right brace-b.u.t.ton, and it is fired, without aim, at the other man"s stomach. You will understand now why in event of a dispute you should show very clearly that you are unarmed. You needn"t hold up your hands ostentatiously; keep them out of your pockets, or somewhere where your friend can see them. No man will touch you then. Or if he does, he is pretty sure to be shot by the general sense of the room."
"That must be a singular consolation to the corpse," I said.
"I see I"ve misled you. Don"t fancy that any part in America is as free and easy as my lecture shows. Only in a few really tough towns do you require _not_ to own a revolver. Elsewhere you are all right. Most Americans of my acquaintance have got into the habit of carrying something; but it"s only a habit. They"d never dream of using it unless they are hard pressed. It"s the man who draws to enforce a proposition about canning peaches, orange-culture, or town lots or water-rights that"s a nuisance."
"Thank you," I said faintly. "I purpose to investigate these things later on. I"m much obliged to you for your advice."
When he had departed it struck me that, in the language of the East, "he might have been pulling my leg." But there remained no doubt whatever as to his skill with the weapon he excused so tenderly.
I put the case before the Professor. "We will go to America before you forejudge it altogether," said he. "To America in an American ship will we go, and say good-by to j.a.pan." That night we counted the gain of our sojourn in the Land of Little Children more closely than many men count their silver. Nagasaki with the grey temples, green hills, and all the wonder of a first-seen sh.o.r.e; the Inland Sea, a thirty-hour panorama of pa.s.sing islets drawn in grey and buff and silver for our delight; Kobe, where we fed well and went to a theatre; Osaka of the ca.n.a.ls and the peach blossom; Kioto--happy, lazy, sumptuous Kioto, and the blue rapids and innocent delights of Arashima; Otzu on the sh.o.r.eless, rainy lake; Myanos.h.i.ta in the hills; Kamakura by the tumbling Pacific, where the great G.o.d Buddha sits and equably hears the centuries and the seas murmur in his ears; Nikko, fairest of all places under the sun; Tokio, the two-thirds civilised and altogether progressive warren of humanity; and composite Franco-American Yokohama; we renewed them all, sorting out and putting aside our special treasures of memory. If we stayed longer, we might be disillusioned, and yet--surely, that would be impossible.
"What sort of mental impression do you carry away?" said the Professor.
"A tea-girl in fawn-coloured crepe under a cherry tree all blossom.
Behind her, green pines, two babies, and a hog-backed bridge spanning a bottle-green river running over blue boulders. In the foreground a little policeman in badly fitting Europe clothes drinking tea from blue and white china on a black lacquered stand. Fleecy white clouds above and a cold wind up the street," I said, summarising hastily.
"Mine is a little different. A j.a.panese boy in a flat-headed German cap and baggy Eton jacket; a King taken out of a toy-shop, a railway taken out of a toy-shop, hundreds of little Noah"s Ark trees and fields made of green-painted wood. The whole neatly packed in a camphor-wood box with an explanatory book called the Const.i.tution--price twenty cents."
"You looked on the darker side of things. But what"s the good of writing impressions? Every man has to get his own at first hand. Suppose I give an itinerary of what we saw?"
"You couldn"t do it," said the Professor, blandly. "Besides, by the time the next Anglo-Indian comes this way there will be a hundred more miles of railway and all the local arrangements will have changed. Write that a man should come to j.a.pan without any plans. The guide-books will tell him a little, and the men he meets will tell him ten times more.
Let him get first a good guide at Kobe, and the rest will come easily enough. An itinerary is only a fresh manifestation of that unbridled egoism which--"
"I shall write that a man can do himself well from Calcutta to Yokohama, stopping at Rangoon, Moulmein, Penang, Singapur, Hong-Kong, Canton, and taking a month in j.a.pan, for about sixty pounds--rather less than more.
But if he begins to buy curios, that man is lost. Five hundred rupees cover his month in j.a.pan and allow him every luxury. Above all, he should bring with him thousands of cheroots--enough to serve him till he reaches "Frisco. Singapur is the last place on the line where you can buy Burmas. Beyond that point wicked men sell Manila cigars with fancy names for ten, and Havanas for thirty-five, cents. No one inspects your boxes till you reach "Frisco. Bring, therefore, at least one thousand cheroots."
"Do you know, it seems to me you have a very queer sense of proportion?"
And that was the last word the Professor spoke on j.a.panese soil.
No. XXII
SHOWS HOW I CAME TO AMERICA BEFORE MY TIME AND WAS MUCH SHAKEN IN BODY AND SOUL.
"Then spoke der Captain Stossenheim Who had theories of G.o.d, "Oh, Breitmann, this is judgment on Der ways dot you have trod.
You only lifs to enjoy yourself While you yourself agree Dot self-development requires Der religious Idee.""--_C. G. Leland._
This is America. They call her the _City of Peking_, and she belongs to the Pacific Mail Company, but for all practical purposes she is the United States. We are divided between missionaries and generals--generals who were at Vicksburg and Shiloh, and German by birth, but more American than the Americans, who in confidence tell you that they are not generals at all, but only brevet majors of militia corps. The missionaries are perhaps the queerest portion of the cargo.
Did you ever hear an English minister lecture for half an hour on the freight-traffic receipts and general working of, let us say, the Midland? The Professor has been sitting at the feet of a keen-eyed, close-bearded, swarthy man who expounded unto him kindred mysteries with a fluency and precision that a city leader-writer might have envied.
"Who"s your financial friend with the figures at his fingers" ends?" I asked. "Missionary--Presbyterian Mission to the j.a.ps," said the Professor. I laid my hand upon my mouth and was dumb.
As a counterpoise to the missionaries, we carry men from Manila--lean Scotchmen who gamble once a month in the Manila State lottery and occasionally turn up trumps. One, at least, drew a ten-thousand-dollar prize last December and is away to make merry in the New World.
Everybody on the staff of an American steamer this side the Continent seems to gamble steadily in that lottery, and the talk of the smoking-room runs almost entirely on prizes won by accident or lost through a moment"s delay. The tickets are sold more or less openly at Yokahama and Hong-Kong, and the drawings--losers and winners both agree here--are above reproach.
We have resigned ourselves to the infinite monotony of a twenty days"
voyage. The Pacific Mail advertises falsely. Only under the most favorable circ.u.mstances of wind and steam can their under-engined boats cover the distance in fifteen days. Our _City of Peking_, for instance, had been jogging along at a gentle ten knots an hour, a pace out of all proportion to her bulk. "When we get a wind," says the Captain, "we shall do better." She is a four-master and can carry any amount of canvas. It is not safe to run steamers across this void under the poles of Atlantic liners. The monotony of the sea is paralysing. We have pa.s.sed the wreck of a little sealing-schooner lying bottom up and covered with gulls. She weltered by in the chill dawn, unlovely as the corpse of a man, and the wild birds piped thinly at us as they steered her across the surges. The pulse of the Pacific is no little thing even in the quieter moods of the sea. It set our bows swinging and nosing and ducking ere we were a day clear of Yokohama, and yet there was never swell nor crested wave in sight. "We ride very high," said the Captain, "and she"s a dry boat. She has a knack of crawling over things somehow; but we shan"t need to put her to the test this journey."
The Captain was mistaken. For four days we have endured the sullen displeasure of the North Pacific, winding up with a night of discomfort.
It began with a grey sea, flying clouds, and a head-wind that smote fifty knots off the day"s run. Then rose from the southeast a beam sea warranted by no wind that was abroad upon the waters in our neighbourhood, and we wallowed in the trough of it for sixteen mortal hours. In the stillness of the harbour, when the newspaper man is lunching in her saloon and the steam-launch is crawling round her sides, a ship of pride is a "stately liner." Out in the open, one rugged shoulder of a sea between you and the horizon, she becomes "the old hooker," a "lively boat," and other things of small import, for this is necessary to propitiate the Ocean. "There"s a storm to the southeast of us," explained the Captain. "That"s what"s kicking up this sea."
The _City of Peking_ did not belie her reputation. She crawled over the seas in liveliest wise, never shipping a bucket till--she was forced to.
Then she took it green over the bows to the vast edification of, at least, one pa.s.senger who had never seen the scuppers full before.
Later in the day the fun began. "Oh, she"s a daisy at rolling," murmured the chief steward, flung starfish-wise on a table among his gla.s.sware.
"She"s rolling some," said a black apparition new risen from the stoke-hold. "Is she going to roll any more?" demanded the ladies grouped in what ought to have been the ladies" saloon, but, according to American custom, was labelled "Social Hall."
Pa.s.sed in the twilight the chief officer--a dripping, bearded face.
"Shall I mark out the bull-board?" said he, and lurched aft, followed by the tongue of a wave. "She"ll roll her guards under to-night," said a man from Louisiana, where their river-steamers do not understand the meaning of bulwarks. We dined to a dashing accompaniment of crockery, the bounds of emanc.i.p.ated beer-bottles livelier than their own corks, and the clamour of the ship"s gong broken loose and calling to meals on its own account.
After dinner the real rolling began. She did roll "guards under," as the Louisiana man had prophesied. At thirty-minute intervals to the second arrived one big sea, when the electric lamps died down to nothing, and the screw raved and the blows of the sea made the decks quiver. On those occasions we moved from our chairs, not gently, but discourteously. At other times we were merely holding on with both hands.
It was then that I studied Fear--Terror bound in black silk and fighting hard with herself. For reasons which will be thoroughly understood, there was a tendency among the pa.s.sengers to herd together and to address inquiries to every officer who happened to stagger through the saloon. No one was in the least alarmed,--oh dear, no!--but all were keenly anxious for information. This anxiety redoubled after a more than usually vicious roll. Terror was a large, handsome, and cultured lady who knew the precise value of human life, the inwardness of _Robert Elsmere_, the latest poetry--everything in fact that a clever woman should know. When the rolling was near its worst, she began to talk swiftly. I do not for a moment believe that she knew what she was talking about. The rolling increased. She buckled down to the task of making conversation. By the heave of the labouring bust, the restless working of the fingers on the tablecloth, and the uncontrollable eyes that turned always to the companion stairhead, I was able to judge the extremity of her fear. Yet her words were frivolous and commonplace enough; they poured forth unceasingly, punctuated with little laughs and giggles, as a woman"s speech should be. Presently, a member of her group suggested going to bed. No, she wanted to sit up; she wanted to go on talking, and as long as she could get a soul to sit with her she had her desire. When for sheer lack of company she was forced to get to her cabin, she left reluctantly, looking back to the well-lighted saloon over her shoulder. The contrast between the flowing triviality of her speech and the strained intentness of eye and hand was a quaint thing to behold. I know now how Fear should be painted.