I have been out in the forest with Hansei. Oh how beautiful! We passed a frozen waterfall; the crystal columns sparkled in the sunshine. Hansei pointed out two trees that were far up the mountain. He means to have them felled for me, so that I may have the best wood for my work. Am I expected to work up two whole trees?
Hansei was quite amused, when I told him I had not forgotten his rule of the mountain: "Go right on and never stop."
Mountain-climbing in winter has made me very tired, but I feel quite well.
I have often wondered why I never heard any mention of Hansei's family. The little pitchman has just told me that his mother died an early death, and that he never knew his father.
This accounts for much in Hansei's behavior, and only renders it the more beautiful.
We are feasting on meat broth.
Great is Hansei, the dispenser of good!
Yes, he is great. How all our illusions vanish! An Homeric hero who cuts up swine and cooks and roasts them, remains a hero for all, and Hansei is as good as any of them, although it be not with the sword.