ABSTRACT
THE air is gone. A cloying, heavily sweet damp~ ness fills the space between the earth and the thick upper reaches of the great cloud banks against which the June sun beats as it forces the growth of all green things, for the nyubai is Nature's hot house. In its blanket of warm moisture the bamboo and the bull~ rushes shoot to their full height; moss creeps out of crack and cranny to cover stones and wooden water pipes and temple walls; the warmth, the rain and the rich black soil conspire to make this world a luxuriant mass of green, green foliage and of brilliant blossoms glimmering through the rain.
