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There it was, complete, though in miniature; rocks, pines, the pigmy pool, the hillock squatting in one corner like an old, gray garden toad, and in another corner, scarcely of larger size, the cottage. Kano plucked nervously at his sleeve. "You lean too far. Come, Tatsu, I have a a place to show you." Tatsu wheeled with a start.
Heijiurô was buried on Mount Kôya. Kakushin wandered through the country as a priest, praying for the entry of Sôgorô and his children into the perfection of paradise; and, after visiting all the shrines and temples, came back at last to his own province of Shimôsa, and took up his abode at the temple Riukakuji, in the village of Kano, and in the district of Imban, praying and making offerings on behalf of the souls of Sôgorô, his wife and children.
"Here lie the clean ashes of my young wife, Kano Uta-ko," said the old man, without preface or explanation. "In former days, before before my illness, I came here often," said the other. His eyes hung on the written words of the kaimyo. "If you grieved deeply, it must have been great solace that you could come thus to her grave," he added wistfully.
Again there would be a thud, as of a body fallen, or sunken heavily to the floor. Kano, on the second day, pale with apprehension, went early to the hospital for a revocation, or at least a modification of the instructions. The doctor's mandate was the same, "Do not go near him. Life, as well as reason, may depend upon this battle with his own despair. Only the gods can help him."
These Mohammedans are by no means zealous to enlighten their Pagan neighbors they do not wish them to come to a knowledge of what they consider the true religion lest they should forfeit the only ground, on which they can even pretend to the right of driving them by thousands to the markets of Kano and Tripoli. This is precisely like our own conduct.
"But," insisted the other, "may it not be possible that in some place far from the clamor of modern progress, in some remote mountain pass, maybe " Kano looked up now sharply enough. Apathy and indifference flared up like straws in a sudden flame of passion. He made a fierce gesture. "Not that, not that!" he cried. "I cannot bear it! Do not seek to give false life to a hope already dead.
"The only Kano, the only Kano," mused the acolyte over his tea. "So I said, young sir. Is it that your hearing is honorably non-existent?" "Then I presume he is without a son," said the priest as if to himself, and stirred the surmise into his rice with the two long wooden chopsticks Mata had provided. The old dame's muscles worked, but she kept silence.
Thence he went to Kano, which he found in a state of great commotion, a war having sprung up between the king of Bornou and the Fellatahs. Having left his baggage at this place, he proceeded to the residence of Sultan Bello, with the presents intended for that potentate.
She went into her tiny chamber, and from her treasures brought out a metal mirror given her by the young wife, Uta-ko. "Look, close," she said, placing it in Umè's hand. "That is the bride of nineteen years ago. Never have you looked so like her as at this hour!" Kano came back alone, tired, dusty, and discouraged. Tatsu had escaped him, he said, at the first glimpse of the Sumida River.
Although Clapperton had advised Lander to join an Arab caravan for Fezzan, the latter, fearing that his papers and journals might be taken from him, resolved to go back to the coast. On the 3rd May Lander at last left Sackatoo en route for Kano.
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