Green willow and other Japanese fairy tales . he didnot find her. He called, Yone ! Yone ! andagain, Yone ! Yone ! But he had no answer ;only the wind sighed in the dry bamboo he felt in his sleeve and brought forth thelittle flute, and very tenderly put it to his was a faint sighing sound. Then a voicespoke, thin and pitiful : Father, dear father, my wicked stepmotherkilled me. Three moons since she killed buried me in the clearing of the BambooGrove. You may find my bones. As for me, youwill never see me any more—you will never seeme more. . With his own two-han
Green willow and other Japanese fairy tales . he didnot find her. He called, Yone ! Yone ! andagain, Yone ! Yone ! But he had no answer ;only the wind sighed in the dry bamboo he felt in his sleeve and brought forth thelittle flute, and very tenderly put it to his was a faint sighing sound. Then a voicespoke, thin and pitiful : Father, dear father, my wicked stepmotherkilled me. Three moons since she killed buried me in the clearing of the BambooGrove. You may find my bones. As for me, youwill never see me any more—you will never seeme more. . With his own two-handed sword the man didjustice, and slew his wicked wife, avenging thedeath of his innocent child. Then he dressedhimself in coarse white raiment, with a great rice-straw hat that shadowed his face. And he took a is THE FLUTE n staff and a straw rain-coat and bound sandals on hisfeet, and thus he set forth upon a pilgrimage to theholy places of Japan. And he carried the little flute with him, ina fold of his garment, upon his breast. 16. WARyViCK, COBLE- ,THE TEA-KETTLE Face page 17 Ill THE TEA-KETTLE Long ago, as Ive heard tell, there dwelt at thetemple of Morinji, in the Province of Kotsuke, aholy priest. Now there were three things about this reverendman. First, he was wrapped up in meditationsand observances and forms and doctrines. He wasa great one for the Sacred Sutras, and knew strangeand mystical things. Then he had a fine exquisitetaste of his own, and nothing pleased him so muchas the ancient tea ceremony of the Cha-no-yu ; andfor the third thing about him, he knew both sidesof a copper coin well enough and loved a bargain. None so pleased as he when he happened uponan ancient tea-kettle, lying rusty and dirty and half-forgotten in a corner of a poor shop in a backstreet of his town. An ugly bit of old metal, says the holy manto the shopkeeper; but it will do well enough toboil my humble drop of water of an evening. Illgive you three rin for it. This he did and tookt
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