ABSTRACT
I T is but fifteen hours' steaming from the harbor of Nagasaki to Fusan in Southern Korea. 1'he Island of Tsushima, where the Higo Maru calls, was, however, my last glimpse of Japan; and its reddening maples and blossoming plums, its temple-crowned heights, its stately flights of stone stairs leading to Shinto shrines in the woods, the blue-green masses of its pines, and the golden plumage of its bamboos, emphasized the effect produced by the brown, bare hills of Fusan, pleasant enough in summer, but grim and forbidding on a sunless February day. The Island of the Interrupted Shadow, Cholyong-To, (Deer Island), high and grassy, on which the J ap~ anese have established a coaling station and a quarantine hospital, shelters Fusan harbor.
