ABSTRACT
The mountains which extend from the Sagami River to Fusi Yama, 40 or 50 miles distant, are a succession of broken ridges thrown up by volcanic agency in the utmost irregularity and tho' the mountains were bold and rough the road was nevertheless not difficult. Mountain streams were everywhere running down to the valley with swift current over their rocky beds; there were living waters everywhere. Miangaze is a low straggling village lying along the sunny slope of one of the mountains, our inn being at its western extremity. The mountains which range in altitude from a few hundred to five thousand feet were cultivated and foraged to their summits. The mountain streams were full in volume, cascades were leaping over the rocks on every side, the mountain clouds wrapped in their packing sheets and the rain driving in thick scud we wound our way down the mountain roads.
