Two Japanese Hermit Tales, from Ancient Tales and Folklore of Japan, by Richard Gordon Smith. (London: A & C Black, 1908)
Richard Gordon Smith (1858-1918) collected botanical specimens for the British Museum during his world-wide travels -- and collected folktales for himself during his years in Japan. These two hermit stories from his much neglected book.
THE HERMIT'S CAVE
Many years ago there lived in the village of Nomugi, in Hida Province, an old farmer named Jinnai, with his wife. They had a daughter on whom they simply doted. Her name was Yuka. She was seven years of age, and an extremely beautiful child. Unfortunately, just at this age she developed something the matter with her leg, which grew worse and worse until the limb became deformed. Yuka suffered no pain; but her parents were much troubled. Doctors, drugs, and the advice of many friends made Yuka's leg no better.
"How sad it will be for her later on!" thought her mother and father. "Even now it is sad that she should have a deformed leg when she plays with other children."
There being no help, Yuka and her parents had to make the best of things. In any case, Yuka was not the only deformity in the village. There were other cases. One of Yuka's boy playmates, Tarako, had been born blind; and another, Rinkichi, was so deaf that he could hold his ear to the temple bell while the other children struck it, and he never heard the sound, though he felt a vibration. Well, these two were perhaps no better off than Yuka, and at last her parents began to console themselves. The child played about and seemed perfectly happy.
Nomugi village is at the foot of the great mountain Norikuradake, which rises 10,500 feet, and is a wild place of volcanic origin.
Many of the children of Nomugi used to go daily and play on the grassy slope
of an old dam at the end of the village. They would throw stones into the water,
fish, sail boats, and pick flowers. The dam was a kind of club for the children.
From morning to evening they were there, having with them their rice to eat.
One day, while thus playing, they were surprised by an old man with a long white beard approaching them. He came from the direction of the mountain. All stopped their games to watch him. He came on into their midst, and, patting them on the head, seemed to make friends naturally. Taking notice of Yuka's bad leg, the old man said: "Come! how is this? Have not your parents tried to cure it?" Little Yuka answered that they had, but that they could not do any good. The old man made her lie down on the grass, and began to
manipulate the leg, pulling it this way and that way, and rubbed in some red medicine which he took from a case.
The old man then operated on Tarako the blind boy, and on Rinkichi the deaf one.
"Now, my children," said he, "you all love your fathers and mothers, and it will be a great pleasure to them to find you cured of your ailments. You are not well yet; but you will be, if you do what I tell you, in less than three or four days. You are not to mention having seen me until I tell you that you may -- after you are cured. Tomorrow you will meet me at the flat rock under the cave on Mount Norikuradake. You know the place. Very well: until tomorrow good-bye, and if I find you do as I tell you I will make you all laugh by showing you some fancy tricks." Then he trudged off in the direction
whence he had come.
The children continued their play, thinking "What a nice old man!" And, strange to say, Yuka, as she walked home, felt her leg to be of greater use.
Very little attention is paid to Japanese children. They are nearly always good and well-behaved, little grown-up people in fact; and therefore they ate their suppers and went to bed as such, giving no account of their day's amusements, or of the strange old man.
Next day they went to the flat rock. As it was wet, they had not started
until late; but they found the old man, and, though he had no time to play with
them and show the tricks which he had promised, he attended to Yuka's leg, and
to the dumb boy and the blind.
"Now go home," he said, "and come back here tomorrow. By the time you get home Yuka's leg will be well, Tarako will be able to see, and Rinkichi able to hear; and I am sure your relations will be delighted. Tomorrow, if it is fine, you must come early, and we shall have lots of fun."
Even before they got home everything came about as the old man had said. The
three children were recovered. The villagers and the parents rejoiced together;
but all were mystified as to who the magician could be.
"If he returns to the mountain, as the children say, then he must live in the cave," said one. "He must be a Sennin," said another. "It is rumoured that the most famous priest, Kukai shonin, who founded the sacred temple on Mount Koyasan, in Kii Province, was able to make these wondrous cures in children," added another. But, with all the gossiping and conjectures, none could explain how it was possible to bring sight to a boy who had been born blind. At last some one suggested that two or three should follow the children secretly on the following day: by hiding themselves they might be able to see what happened. This excellent plan was adopted.
In the morning about thirty children started off at daybreak, followed,
unknown to themselves, by two men of the village.
When the children arrived at the flat rock -- which is said to be large enough to measure one thousand Japanese mats of six feet by three feet -- they found the old man seated at one end of it. The two men who had followed
hid themselves in some fine azalea bushes.
First they saw the old man rise to his feet, and then go over to the children and hear from the three cured ones how they felt, and how their parents had been pleased. Tarako was the most delighted, perhaps, of the three; for he had never seen the world before, or even his parents.
"Now, my children, you have come here to see me, and I am going to amuse you all. See here!" Saying this, the old man picked up some dead sticks, and, blowing at their ends, produced blossoming cherry branches, plum blossoms, and peach, and handed a branch of each to the girls. Next he took a stone and threw it into the air, and behold ! it turned into a dove. Another turned into a hawk, or, in fact, into any bird a boy chose to name.
"Now," said the old man, "I will show you some animals that will make you laugh." He recited some mystic verse, and monkeys came leaping on the flat rock and began to wrestle with one another. The children clapped their hands in delight; but one of the men who was hidden exclaimed in his astonishment:
"Who can this wizard be ? No other but a wizard could do such things!"
The venerable old man heard, and, looking cautiously round, said:
"Children, I can do no more tricks today. My spell has gone. I will go to my home, and you had better go to yours. Farewell."
So saying, the old man bowed to them, and turned up the mountain path, taking the direction of the cave.
The two men came out from their hiding, and they, with the children, tried to follow him. In spite of his great age, he was much more nimble than they among the rocks; but they got far enough to see him enter the cave. Some minutes later they came to the entrance, and bowed before it. The entrance was surrounded by fragrant flowers; but into its dark depths they did not venture.
Suddenly Yuka pointed upwards, crying, "There is the old grandfather!" They all looked up; and standing on a cloud was the old man, right over the summit of the mountain.
"Ah, now it is quite clear!" cried one of the men. "It is the famous hermit
of Mount Norikuradake." They all bowed low, and then went home to report to the
villagers what they had seen.
Subscriptions were collected; a small temple was built inside the cave, and they called it the "Sendokutsu Temple," which means The Sennin's Temple.
THE CHRYSANTHEMUM HERMIT
Many years ago there lived at the foot of the Mountains of Nambu, in Adachi gun, Saitama Prefecture, an old man named Kikuo, which means Chrysanthemum-Old-Man.
Kikuo was a faithful retainer of Tsugaru; he was then called Sawada Hayato. Kikuo was a man of great bodily strength and fine appearance, and had much to do with the efficiency of the small fighting force which protected the feudal lord, the castle, and the estates.
Nevertheless, an evil day came. The feudal lord's small force was overthrown; the estates and castle were lost. The lord and his faithful retainer, with the few survivors, escaped to the mountains, where they continued to think that a day might come when they would be able to have their revenge.
During the enforced idleness Kikuo, knowing his lord's love of flowers (especially of the chrysanthemum), made his mind up to devote all his spare time to making chrysanthemum beds. This, he thought, would lessen the pain of defeat and exile.
The feudal lord was greatly pleased; but his cares and anxieties were not abated. He sickened and died in great poverty, much to the sorrow of Kikuo and the rest of his followers. Kikuo wept night and day over the humble and lonely grave; but he busied himself again to please the spirit of his lord by planting chrysanthemums round the tomb and tending them daily. By and by the border of flowers was thirty yards broad -- to the wonder of all who saw. It was because of this that Hayato got the name of Chrysanthemum-Old-Man.
The chrysanthemum is in China a holy flower. Ancient history tells of a man called Hoso (great grandson of the Emperor Juikai) who lived to the age of 800 years without showing the slightest sign of decay. This was attributed to his drinking the dew of the chrysanthemum. Besides his devotion to flowers, Kikuo delighted in children; from the village he called them to his poor hut, and as there was no schoolmaster he taught them to write, to read, and jujitsu. The children loved him, and the good villagers revered him as if he were a kind of god.
In about his eighty-second year Kikuo caught cold, and the fever which came with it gave him great pain.
During the daytime his pupils attended to his wants; but at night the old man was alone in his cottage.
One autumn night he awoke and found standing about his veranda some beautiful children. They did not look quite like any children he knew. They were too beautiful and noble-looking to belong to the poor of the village.
"Kikuo Sama," cried two of them, "do not fear us, though we are not real children. We are the spirits of the chrysanthemum which you love so much, and of which you have taken such care. We have come to tell you how sorry we are to see you so ill, although we have heard that in China there once lived a man called Hoso who lived for 800 years by drinking the dew which falls from the flowers. We have tried all we can to prolong your life; but we find that the Heavens do not allow that you should live to a much greater age than you have already reached. In thirty more days you will die. Make ready, therefore, to depart."
Saying this, they all wept bitterly.
"Good-bye, then," said Kikuo. "I have no further hopes of living. Let my death be easy. In the next world I may be able to serve my old lord and master. The only thing that makes me sad to leave this world is you: I must for ever regret to leave my chrysanthemums!" Saying this, he smiled at them in affection.
"You have been very kind to us," said the Kiku spirits, "and we love you for it. Man rejoices at birth, and feels sad at death; yet now you shed no tears. You say you do not mind dying except for leaving us. If you die we shall not survive, for it would be useless misery. Believe us when we say that we shall die with you."
As the spirits of the chrysanthemums finished speaking a puff of wind came about the house, and they disappeared. As the day dawned the old man grew worse, and, strange to say, all the chrysanthemums began to fade -- even those which were just beginning to bloom; -- the leaves crumpled up and dried.
As the spirits had foretold, at the end of the thirtieth day the old man died. The Kiku flowers died then. Not one was left in the whole district. The villagers could not account for it. They buried the old man near his lord, and, thinking to honour and please him, planted, time after time, chrysanthemums near his grave; but all faded and died as soon as they were planted.
The two little graves were at last given up, and they remain in their solitude, with wild grasses only growing about them.