One of my favorite travel books by this intrepid Englishwoman, traveling through the "backwoods" of Japan in 1878. Though she was an invalid when at home, she rode horseback through wild country, was out in the elements during downpours that led to landslides and washed-out roads, slept on the floor, clawed her way up mountains, and generally put any one of us to shame with her ambition and her tenacity. She was not politically correct, yet she had a deep concern for the people among whom she traveled and with whom she lodged.
One night, in a rural village, she gave some cough medicine to a little boy, which seemed to cure him. "By five o'clock [a.m.] nearly the whole population was assembled outside my room, with much whispering and shuffling of shoeless feet, and applications of eyes to the many holes in the paper windows. When I drew aside the shoji I was disconcerted by the painful sight which presented itself, for the people were pressing one upon another, fathers and mothers holding naked children covered with skin-disease, or with scald-head, or ringworm, daughters leading mothers nearly blind, men exhibiting painful sores, children blinking with eyes infested by flies and nearly closed with ophthalmia; and all, sick and well, in truly 'vile raiment,' lamentably dirty and swarming with vermin, the sick asking for medicine, and the well either bringing the sick or gratifying an apathetic curiosity. Sadly I told them that I did not understand their manifold 'diseases and torments,' and that, if I did, I had no stock of medicines." What an amazing, heart-breaking sight.
In this book, she also describes her sojourn among the Ainu (she calls them Aino), the aborigines of Japan. She took extensive notes on their language, religion, family life, and social organization. Fascinating.