ABSTRACT
As the autumn season approaches the Tsuchimikado 2 becomes inexpressibly smile-giving. The tree-tops near the pond, the bushes near the stream, are dyed in varying tints whose colours grow deeper in the mellow light of evening. The murmuring sound of waters mingles all the night through with the never-ceasing recitation 3 of sutras which appeal more to one's heart as the breezes grow cooler.
