The Japanese fairy book . n the mountains. They were soon ready andmounted, waiting at the gate for their lord. He andfast to the district of the Hibari Mountains, a great companyfollowing him. He was soon far ahead of everyone, and atlast found himself in a narrow picturesque valley. Looking round and admiring the scenery, he noticed a tinyhouse on one of the hills quite near, and then he distinctlyheard a beautiful clear voice reading aloud. Seized withcuriosity as to who could be studying so diligently in such alonely spot, he dismounted, and leaving his horse to hisgroom, he walk
The Japanese fairy book . n the mountains. They were soon ready andmounted, waiting at the gate for their lord. He andfast to the district of the Hibari Mountains, a great companyfollowing him. He was soon far ahead of everyone, and atlast found himself in a narrow picturesque valley. Looking round and admiring the scenery, he noticed a tinyhouse on one of the hills quite near, and then he distinctlyheard a beautiful clear voice reading aloud. Seized withcuriosity as to who could be studying so diligently in such alonely spot, he dismounted, and leaving his horse to hisgroom, he walked up the hillside and approached the he drew nearer his surprise increased, for he could seethat the reader was a beautiful girl. The cottage waswide open and she was sitting facing the view. Listening G 2 84 Japanese Fairy Book. attentively, he heard her reading the Buddhist scriptures withgreat devotion. More and more curious, he hurried on to thetiny gate and entered the little garden, and looking up beheld. laken by Surprise, she could hardly realise that it was her Father. his lost daughter Hase-Hime. She was so intent on what shewas saying that she neither heard nor saw her father till hespoke. Hase-Hime ! he cried, it is you, my Hase-Hime ! Taken by surprise, she could hardly realise that it was her The Story of Princess Hase. 85 own dear father who was calling her, and for a moment shewas utterly bereft of the power to speak or move. My father, my father! It is indeed you—oh, my father ! was all she could say, and running to him she caught hold ofhis thick sleeve, and burying her face burst into a passion oftears. Her father stroked her dark hair, asking her gently to tellhim all that had happened, but she only wept on, and hewondered if he were not really dreaming. Then the faithful old servant Katoda came out, and bowinghimself to the ground before his master, poured out the longtale of wrong, telling him all that had happened, and how itwas that he foun
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