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“Street life” in Nagasaki, as everywhere else in Japan, is full of interest, and we linger until the warning gun from the “Costa Rica” urges us to re-embark. We steam out of this beautiful bay, winding around the islands that so effectually hide its entrance, and now in the open sea we shape our course due west for China. We look back upon the hills, not vine-clad, but terraced and cultivated in crops of more practical value, and watch the fertile valleys that shelter an industrious, contented and happy people, as they fade from sight in the distance. Japan is a country with a future. Nature has been lavish in her gifts of fertile soil and a genial climate. We wonder whether the change now so rapidly spreading in the manners, customs and life of her people will result in making them more virtuous, happy and contented.
With many regrets at parting, and carrying with me pleasant memories of the few weeks spent in this interesting country. I can only say “Sionara, Japan.”
