When I was a child . h the view is beautiful, nopilgrims ever stop their feet at Koromo. Japanis so rich with charming landscapes, and my homevillage is not counted by the nation. However,if it were in England or America it would gaina great name by its beauty. I myself am veryproud of it, especially because it is my own is situated on the north-west part ofMikawa County. Mikawa means three rivers ;hence the district has three rivers. One of therivers, Yahagi, is running round a valley. Itscurve is just like a bow, and my home villageis outside of the bow. On the north, some tenmil
When I was a child . h the view is beautiful, nopilgrims ever stop their feet at Koromo. Japanis so rich with charming landscapes, and my homevillage is not counted by the nation. However,if it were in England or America it would gaina great name by its beauty. I myself am veryproud of it, especially because it is my own is situated on the north-west part ofMikawa County. Mikawa means three rivers ;hence the district has three rivers. One of therivers, Yahagi, is running round a valley. Itscurve is just like a bow, and my home villageis outside of the bow. On the north, some tenmiles away, the Mount Sanage spreads its skirt,and the very edge comes right to the the east, beyond the river Yahagi, many moun- B I WHEN I WAS A CHILD tains near and far are making a well-designedscreen. On the south and west the slopes go downto the sea, some twenty miles off. I was born on the Christmas Day of boy name was Heiji. I have one sister andbrother. They are thirteen years and nine years. THE HOUSE IN WHICH I WAS BORN older than myself. My father was wanderingall over the country during the Civil War, and Iwas born just when Japan opened the country andwas restored to peace. It is general rule in Japan that youngest childis spoilt by the parents, and I was not an exceptionfrom this. Of course my sister and brother lovedme so much too. But as soon as I was grown up MT EARLT LIFE AT HOME 3 enough I realized vaj position ; I began to respectmy sister and brother, and try to be as nice aspossible to them. Surely that gave some sweeteuphony in my family, and we were the specimenfor the children in our village. Indeed, I oftenoverheard some parents telling their quarrelsomechildren, Be as nice as Mr. Markinos myself dont remember about my babyhood, butI cannot forget what my mother and nurse usedto tell me later on : that one day, when I began tocrawl about, I went over a fly-paper, and my handsand face all together stuck to the paper. It was
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