THE RED-PINE GROVE AT YOSHIDA
with a pale yellow flower, which shone like a star in the evening when the color had gone from all the others. A dark purple-blue campanula (Platycodon grandiflorum) was also very effective, and a bright crimson pink (Dianthus superbus) with beautifully fringed petals. But it would be hopeless to try and enumerate them. I find in a sketchbook a list of fifty-seven which I noted on the way between Naka-no-chaya and Yoshida. A little later in the year this mass of flowers and grass is mown down and carried to the villages at the foot of the mountain.
The last part of our walk was through a grove of grand red pines, which seem to do better on this volcanic soil than anywhere else in Japan, and then across a few fields to the top of the long village street, where we at last found our tea-house and our baggage, and comfortable rooms, and settled down for a night of well-earned repose.
FUJI OVER THE RICE-FIELDS OF SUZUKAWA
FUJI FROM SUZUKAWA.
Oct. 3, 1892.