ABSTRACT

FROM the little inland station the broad pathway leads, with here and there a gentle curve, to the base of the mountains. In the month of April cherry blossoms line the road, and in the autumn there flames the scarlet of the delicate tracery of the maple leaves of Japan. In June, when the iris bloom, the roof-trees of the peasant homes must be sheer lines of beauteous color, made brighter by the contrast with the weather beaten thatch beneath the purple flowers. And through the year, in spring and summer and in all the months, the waters of a clear mountain stream, curbed now by little walls of stone, cry out in bubbling accents of the mountain home from which they come.