“That shaded place, you mean?”
“Is it a shaded place? It must be a bared patch.”
“No, it must be a hollow; a bared patch would look more brown.”
“That may be. Anyhow, the rock is said to be about there.”
“Then the ‘Seven Bends’ must be a little to the left.”
“No, the Seven Bends is a good bit further away, it being in another mountain, which is beyond that one.”
“That is so; but it must be in the direction, where a light sheet of cloud is hanging.”
“Yes, in that direction, Sensei.”
The old man’s arm resting on the side of the boat slipped, and that awoke him. He asked if the destination had not been reached, and he gave himself up to yawning, which act took the shape of putting out the chest, bending the doubled right elbow backward, and stretching the left arm full length forward, in short going through a form of archery. Nami-san burst out laughing.
“This is my way....”