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
Such a massing of troops had never before been seen, and Tetsutaisho had
not only girdled the festive place with a brilliant setting, but taught
those lords and barons a lesson in fanciful show that convinced them of
the shogun's effective strength. The human fence ended only at either
side of the promontory, whereat gates were placed, over which a thousand
blades stood guard. No force could pass that barrier. To them it seemed
insurmountable from without and impenetrable from within.
Within the cordon of militia, however, the real wonders of the place
began to unfold. Passing through the gate the guests were taken in hand
and ushered along down the lines of dazzling soldiery toward the lower
end of the park, where stood a dark, dense forest. Here they suddenly
left the bright lights behind and were made to grope their way through
the woods to the yawning entrance of an underground cave. Thence through
its gloomy caverns beset with all the horrors of an imagined hades they
hurried until they had finally emerged into the brilliant lights of the
grand auditorium.
On the left side of the entrance was the mikado's booth, and on the
right the shogun's: neither was better or grander than the other, but
both were covered with gorgeous brocades of maple leaves and banked with
solid walls of chrysanthemums. Coloured lanterns hung between the
pillars in front, and open windows looked out at the back upon the city
below. From the two gala booths in the centre, the royal booths
stretched out on either side, skirting the brow of the hill, in the
shape of a crescent, graduating in size to correspond to the several
grades of nobility. To the stage in front alternate beds of flowers and
open boxes, with here and there a mat-covered aisle, occupied the space.
The boxes were laid with soft mats and lined with silk, while the booths
were made of gold or black lacquer, with tiger or leopard skins on the
floor, as suited the rank of the occupant.
Shibusawa looked out under the high roof, with its thousand-tinted,
leaf-covered cone, emblazoned with dazzling lights and brilliant
foliage, at the red-lacquered stage, festooned with wisteria and lined
with the beautiful bell-shaped asagao. The guests were already seated in
their flowing robes of silk and purple amid garlands of flowers and
booths of gold, and the players began to make their appearance.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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