Shibusawa; or, The passing of old JapanAdams, I. William
History
Shibusawa; or, The passing of old Japan
Adams, I. William
Japan -- History -- To 1868 -- Fiction
From the lower side of his chamber he could see out across the harbour
to where the strange vessels were being placed at anchor. The grey hulls
of the little squadron lay broadside to the city, and their long rows of
mysterious lights shone brightly against the dark background. Rumour had
pictured these castles of the deep, though few in this sacred land had
known or seen them in reality. The sight was an inspiring one, and when
the final salute began Shibusawa's spirit rose, and as volley after
volley rang out against the still, cool air of night his patriotism
stirred him to grand, uplifting thoughts. Here at last was a force
unknown to them; a power beyond their comprehension; a god to be
reckoned with.
He did not stand there long, but in that time fully resolved what he
himself should do. It was a moment for serious thought, and in it there
came to him a world of possibilities. There was no need for him in the
council chamber; he had not yet assumed the responsibilities of state.
His place in the family was that of a makeshift, and his true voice
unheeded. Why not go out into the world and there gain that knowledge
which would satisfy his thirst and possibly in some measure enable him
to preserve the happiness of his own people? Yes; here was an
opportunity; he must go, he would go, come what might.
And then he thought of Kinsan. Would she understand him? He must see
her, and explain. He would reassure her, and gain her consent. Then, and
not until then, there would be no obstacle in the way of his highest
ambition. But how could he reach her? and would she hear him?
"Ah," said he, to himself, "I have it. She will be at the cave;--she is
there now;--it is her only lookout, and she too may have seen this
beautiful sight. The whole place is roused, and by this time on the
move. If my ears serve me right, even the shogun is trying to make his
way to the citadel! I shall have no trouble about entering at the gate,
and will find her. I must go."
His mind once made up he lost no time, but made ready and hurried away.
Outside the castle grounds he found everything in confusion; a few
lingered in front, others tramped up and down, some going, some coming,
and all were in a state of feverish anxiety. At times almost an
uncontrollable impulse to join in with the rest took hold of him, yet he
did not yield but kept steadfastly to his purpose.
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