Nearly five hundred years ago there was a samurai,named Isogai Heidazaemon Taketsura,in the service of the Lord Kikuji,of Kyushu.This Isogai had inherited,from many warlike ancestors,a natural aptitude for military exercises,and extraordinary strength.While yet a boy he had surpassed his teachers in the art of swordsmanship,in archery,and in the use of the spear,and had displayed all the capacities of a daring and skillful soldier.Afterwards,in the time of the Eikyo [1]war,he so distinguished himself that high honors were bestowed upon him.But when the house of Kikuji came to ruin,Isogai found himself without a master.He might then easily have obtained service under another daimyo;but as he had never sought distinction for his own sake alone,and as his heart remained true to his former lord,he preferred to give up the world.so he cut off his hair,and became a traveling priest,--taking the Buddhist name of Kwairyo.
But always,under the koromo [2]of the priest,Kwairyo kept warm within him the heart of the samurai.As in other years he had laughed at peril,so now also he scorned danger;and in all weathers and all seasons he journeyed to preach the good Law in places where no other priest would have dared to go.For that age was an age of violence and disorder;and upon the highways there was no security for the solitary traveler,even if he happened to be a priest.
In the course of his first long journey,Kwairyo had occasion to visit the province of Kai.(1)One evening,as he was traveling through the mountains of that province,darkness overcame him in a very lonesome district,leagues away from any village.So he resigned himself to pass the night under the stars;and having found a suitable grassy spot,by the roadside,he lay down there,and prepared to sleep.He had always welcomed discomfort;and even a bare rock was for him a good bed,when nothing better could be found,and the root of a pine-tree an excellent pillow.His body was iron;and he never troubled himself about dews or rain or frost or snow.
Scarcely had he lain down when a man came along the road,carrying an axe and a great bundle of chopped wood.This woodcutter halted on seeing Kwairyo lying down,and,after a moment of silent observation,said to him in a tone of great surprise:--
"What kind of a man can you be,good Sir,that you dare to lie down alone in such a place as this?...There are haunters about here,--many of them.are you not afraid of Hairy Things?"
"My friend,"cheerfully answered Kwairyo,"I am only a wandering priest,--a 'Cloud-and-Water-Guest,'as folks call it:Unsui-no-ryokaku.(2)And I am not in the least afraid of Hairy Things,--if you mean goblin-foxes,or goblin-badgers,or any creatures of that kind.As for lonesome places,I like them:they are suitable for meditation.I am accustomed to sleeping in the open air:and I have learned never to be anxious aboutmy life."
"You must be indeed a brave man,Sir Priest,"the peasant responded,"to lie down here!This place has a bad name,--a very bad name.But,as the proverb has it,Kunshi ayayuki ni chikayorazu ['The superior man does not needlessly expose himself to peril'];and I must assure you,Sir,that it is very dangerous to sleep here.Therefore,although my house is only a wretched thatched hut,let me beg of you to come home with me at once.In the way of food,I have nothing to offer you;but there is a roof at least,and you can sleep under it without risk."
He spoke earnestly;and Kwairyo,liking the kindly tone of the man,accepted this modest offer.The woodcutter guided him along a narrow path,leading up from the main road through mountain-forest.It was a rough and dangerous path,--sometimes skirting precipices,--sometimes offering nothing but a network of slippery roots for the foot to rest upon,--sometimes winding over or between masses of jagged rock.But at last Kwairyo found himself upon a cleared space at the top of a hill,with a full moon shining overhead;and he saw before him a small thatched cottage,cheerfully lighted from within.The woodcutter led him to a shed at the back of the house,whither water had been conducted,through bamboo-pipes,from some neighboring stream;and the two men washed their feet.
Beyond the shed was a vegetable garden,and a grove of cedars and bamboos;and beyond the trees appeared the glimmer of a cascade,pouring from some loftier height,and swaying in the moonshine like a long white robe.
As Kwairyo entered the cottage with his guide,he perceived four persons --men and women --warming their hands at a little fire kindled in the ro [1]of the principle apartment.They bowed low to the priest,and greeted him in the most respectful manner.Kwairyo wondered that persons so poor,and dwelling in such a solitude,should be aware of the polite forms of greeting."These are good people,"he thought to himself;"and they must have been taught by some one well acquainted with the rules of propriety."Then turning to his host,--the aruji,or house-master,as the others called him,--Kwairyo said:--
"From the kindness of your speech,and from the very polite welcome given me by your household,I imagine that you have not always been a woodcutter.Perhaps you formerly belonged to one of the upper classes?"
Smiling,the woodcutter answered:--
