Once when a certain kuge was traveling in a province, he came, on a moonlight night, to a poor village in which the cottage had fallen into picturesque decay, the roofs of which gleamed like silver. The sight of the glorified huts inspired him with such a fine frenzy that he sat up all night gazing rapturously on the scene, anon composing stanzas.
He was so delighted that he planned to remain in the place several days. The next morning, however, the villagers, hearing of the presence of so illustrious a guest among them, began busily to repair the ruin, and to rethatch the roofs. The kuge, seeing all his poetic visions dispelled by this vandal industry, ordered his bullock-car, and was off, disgusted.
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From General Nelson A. Miles
Thrilling Stories of The Russian-Japanese War, 1904
