In Ghostly Japan

In Ghostly Japan

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In Ghostly Japan
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And it was at the hour of sunset that they came to the foot of the
mountain. There was in that place no sign of life,--neither token of
water, nor trace of plant, nor shadow of flying bird,-- nothing but
desolation rising to desolation. And the summit was lost in heaven.
Then the Bodhisattva said to his young companion:--"What you have
asked to see will be shown to you. But the place of the Vision is far;
and the way is rude. Follow after me, and do not fear: strength will be
given you."
Twilight gloomed about them as they climbed. There was no beaten
path, nor any mark of former human visitation; and the way was over
an endless heaping of tumbled fragments that rolled or turned beneath
the foot. Sometimes a mass dislodged would clatter down with hollow
echoings;--sometimes the substance trodden would burst like an empty
shell....Stars pointed and thrilled; and the darkness deepened.
"Do not fear, my son," said the Bodhisattva, guiding: "danger there is
none, though the way be grim."
Under the stars they climbed,--fast, fast,--mounting by help of power
superhuman. High zones of mist they passed; and they saw below them,
ever widening as they climbed, a soundless flood of cloud, like the tide
of a milky sea.
Hour after hour they climbed;--and forms invisible yielded to their
tread with dull soft crashings;--and faint cold fires lighted and died at
every breaking.

And once the pilgrim-youth laid hand on a something smooth that was
not stone,--and lifted it,--and dimly saw the cheekless gibe of death.
"Linger not thus, my son!" urged the voice of the teacher;--"the summit
that we must gain is very far away!"
On through the dark they climbed,--and felt continually beneath them
the soft strange breakings,--and saw the icy fires worm and die,--till the
rim of the night turned grey, and the stars began to fail, and the east
began to bloom.
Yet still they climbed,--fast, fast,--mounting by help of power
superhuman. About them now was frigidness of death,--and silence
tremendous....A gold flame kindled in the east.
Then first to the pilgrim's gaze the steeps revealed their
nakedness;--and a trembling seized him,--and a ghastly fear. For there
was not any ground,--neither beneath him nor about him nor above
him,--but a heaping only, monstrous and measureless, of skulls and
fragments of skulls and dust of bone,--with a shimmer of shed teeth
strown through the drift of it, like the shimmer of scrags of shell in the
wrack of a tide.
"Do not fear, my son!" cried the voice of the Bodhisattva;--"only the
strong of heart can win to the place of the Vision!"
Behind them the world had vanished. Nothing remained but the clouds
beneath, and the sky above, and the heaping of skulls
between,--up-slanting out of sight.
Then the sun climbed with the climbers; and there was no warmth in
the light of him, but coldness sharp as a sword. And the horror of
stupendous height, and the nightmare of stupendous depth, and the
terror of silence, ever grew and grew, and weighed upon the pilgrim,
and held his feet,--so that suddenly all power departed from him, and
he moaned like a sleeper in dreams.
"Hasten, hasten, my son!" cried the Bodhisattva: "the day is brief, and
the summit is very far away."
But the pilgrim shrieked,--"I fear! I fear unspeakably!--and the power
has departed from me!"
"The power will return, my son," made answer the Bodhisattva....