THESTORYOFTHEAGEDMOTHERAJapaneseFolktaleLong,longagotherelivedatthefootofthemountainapoorfarmerandhisaged,widowedmother.Theyownedabitoflandwhichsuppliedthemwithfood,andtheirhumblewerepeacefulandhappy.Shinanowasgovernedbyadespoticleaderwhothoughawarrior,hadagreatandcowardlyshrinkingfromanythingsuggestiveoffailinghealthandstrength.Thiscausedhimtosendoutacruelproclamation.Theentireprovincewasgivenstrictorderstoimmediatelyputtodeathallagedpeople.Thosewerebarbarousdays,andthecustomofabandoningoldpeopletodiewasnotcommon.Thepoorfarmerlovedhisagedmotherwithtenderreverence,andtheorderfilledhisheartwithsorrow.Butnooneeverthoughtasecondtimeaboutobeyingthemandateofthegovernor,sowithmanydeephopelesssighs,theyouthpreparedforwhatatthattimewasconsideredthekindestmodeofdeath.Justatsundown,whenhisday’sworkwasended,hetookaquantityofunwhitenedricewhichisprincipalfoodforpoor,cookedanddriedit,andtyingitinasquarecloth,swungandbundlearoundhisneckalongwithagourdfilledwithcool,sweetwater.Thenheliftedhishelplessoldmothertohisbackandstatedonhispainfuljourneyupthemountain.Theroadwaslongandsteep;thenarrowedroadwascrossedandrecrossedbymanypathsmadebythehuntersandwoodcutters.Insomeplace,theymingledinaconfusedpuzzled,buthegavenoheed.Onepathoranother,itmatterednot.Onhewent,climbingblindlyupward–everupwardtowardsthehighbaresummitofwhatisknowasObatsuyama,themountainofthe“abandoningofaged”.Theeyesoftheoldmotherwerenotsodimbutthattheynotedtherecklesshasteningfromonepathtoanother,andherlovingheartgrewanxious.Hersondidnotknowthemountain’smanypathsandhisreturnmightbeoneofdanger,soshestretchedforthherhandandsnappingthetwigsfrombrushesastheypassed,shequietlydroppedahandfuleveryfewstepsofthewaysothattheyclimbed,thenarrowpathbehindthemwasdottedatfrequentlyintervalswithtinypilesoftwigs.Atlastthesummitwasreached.Wearyandheartsick,theyouthgentlyreleasedhisburdenandsilentlypreparedaplaceofcomfortashislastdutytothelovedone.Gatheringfallenpineneedle,hemadeasoftcushionandtenderlyliftinghisoldmothertherein,hewrappedherpaddedcoatmorecloselyaboutthestoopingshouldersandwithtearfuleyesandanachingheartsaidfarewell.Thetremblingmother’svoicewasfullofunselfishloveasshegaveherlastinjunction.“Letnotthineeyesbeblinded,myson.”Shesaid.“Themountainroadisfullofngers.LOOKcarefullyandfollowthepathwhichholdsthepilesoftwigs.Theywillguideyoutothefamiliarwayfartherdown”.Theson’ssurprisedeyeslookedbackoverthepath,thenatthepoorold,shriveledhandsallscratchedandsoiledbytheirworkoflove.Hisheartsmotehimandbowingtothegrounds,hecriedaloud:“oh,Honorablemother,thykindnessthrustsmyheart!Iwillnotleavethee.Togetherwewillfollowthepathoftwigs,andtogetherwewilldie!”Oncemoreheshoulderedhisburden(howlightitseemedno)andhasteneddownthepath,throughtheshadowsandthemoonlight,tothelittlehutinthevalley.Beneaththekitchenfloorwasawalledclosetforfood,whichwascoveredandhiddenfromview.Therethesonhismother,supplyingherwitheverythingneedfulandcontinuallywatchingandfearing.Timepassed,andhewasbeginningtofeelsafewhenagainthegovernorsentforthheraldsbearinganunreasonableorder,seeminglyasaboastofhispower.Hisdemandwasthathissubjectshouldpresenthimwitharopeofashes.Theentireprovincetrembledwithdread.TheordermustbeobeyedyetwhoinallShinanocouldmakearopeofashes?Onenight,ingreatdistress,thesonwhisperedthenewstohishiddenmother.“Wai