ABSTRACT
GARDNER and I met Kono Hito the first time we went up the west coast He was the thriftiest man in Japan. Even taken together we were not his equal. He lived near a temple less than one hundred “ri” 1 from Kanazawa. If he had been farther from the temple he would have been just as close, but he might not have discovered the fact to the world, nor have wasted away on account of his unlovely trait.
