HAMAGUCHI CLASS 9TH ENGLISH UNIT 5 CULTURE
Along the sea coast in Japan, earthquakes are sometimes followed by terrible tidal waves called Tsunami. This wonderful story of sacrifice and alertness tells of such a tidal wave that struck a small village in Japan. Long ago, an old man whose name was Hamaguchi, lived in a village in Japan.
His farmhouse stood on the edge of a plateau, a flat open space high up on the side of a mountain. Behind his house, the mountain stood still higher and full of dense forests. In front, it sloped gently down to the sea. At the foot of the mountain, along the shore, was the little village made up of about a hundred thatched houses. A little apart from them, stood the temple.
One afternoon, Hamaguchi sat with his grandson on the balcony of his house, watching the people of the village below enjoying the harvest festival. The rice crop had been very good and the villagers were very happy. All the shops and houses were gaily decorated with paper lanterns. The villagers wearing bright coloured clothes were about to start the harvest dance.
From his balcony, Hamaguchi could see the vast sea curling over waves in the bright afternoon sun. Suddenly, Hamaguchi felt a slight movement. The house rocked three or four times and then stood still. Hamaguchi had seen many earthquakes in his life and he was not frightened at all until he looked towards the sea.
The sea had become a menacing dark green and very rough. The tide had changed Reading C Hamaguchi 135 all of a sudden. Instead of the waves rolling on to the beach, the water was now running away from the beach. The villagers stopped dancing and ran towards the seashore to see more of the peculiar and strange sight! None of them knew what this strange thing meant. But the old man on the mountainside had seen one such sight when he was a little boy. He knew what the sea would do. There was no time to send a message to the village, nor to ring the bell in the temple, and yet he knew that the people on the seashore had to be warned.
“Yone,” he called his grandson, “light a torch! Quick!”
The young boy was puzzled, but he asked no questions. He lit the torch at once. The old man ran to the fields, where hundreds of rice sacks were stacked. He ran from one sack to another, applying the torch to each. The dry sacks caught fire quickly. Soon the flames were shooting upwards and the smoke was rising in great columns to join the clouds in the sky.
Yone ran after his grandfather, shouting and crying. “Grandfather! Why are you setting fire to the rice?”
The old man had no time to answer. He just kept putting one stack after another on fire. The strong wind carried the sparks farther and farther till the whole field was ablaze.
The priest in the temple saw the fire and started ringing the big bell. The people turned from the sea to see why the bell was ringing all of a sudden.
In Japan, it is the duty of everyone in the village to help when there is a fire. No sooner did the people see that Hamaguchi’s stacks of rice on fire, they ran towards his fields like an army of ants. Young men and boys, women and girls, old folks, mothers with babies 136 on their backs, even little children, they all climbed the mountain to join the race to put out the fire.
But, by the time they reached the plateau, it was already too late. The flames had destroyed the entire harvest and turned everything to ash.
“It is too bad!” the people exclaimed. “How did this happen?”
“Grandfather did it!” cried the young boy. “He lit each stack of rice. He has gone mad!”
The people were amazed. They couldn’t believe what they had heard! They stared at Hamaguchi. “You did this?” they cried. “You set fire to your own fields?”
“Look towards the sea,” said the old man, “and you will know why I did it.”
The people turned and looked. Far out they saw a great wall of water sweeping towards them with great force and speed. It was the returning sea! The people shrieked, but their voices were lost in the great sound, louder than any thunder they had ever heard, as the water struck the side of the mountain. The hills shook and they were drenched in a great burst of foam.
When the cloud of spray had disappeared, the people saw a wild sea roaring over what was once their village. Great angry waves tumbled above the housetops, rolling, roaring and tearing off houses, trees, anything that came in its way. Great big rocks were torn away like they were pebbles being tossed around. Again the wall of water struck, and again but with less force each time. At last, it fell back in its former place.
The people stood speechless like statues on the side of the mountain. The village was gone, the temple was no more and the fields had been torn away. Nothing was left of their homes, but a few straw roofs that floated on the water. However, precious human lives were saved on the mountainside by this timely act.
The people now realized why old Hamaguchi had set fire to the rice. There he stood among them, as poor as any. Full of gratitude, all these people, fell on their knees to thank him.