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Identifier: buddhascrystalot00ozak (find matches)
Title: Buddha's crystal and other fairy stories
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Ozaki, Yei Theodora Iwaya, Sazanami, 1870-1933
Subjects: Tales -- Japan
Publisher: Tokyo : Kelly & Walsh
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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rection? It looks like a ladderstanding on end and has a small hanging bell attached toit. Oh, I know! It must be a fire-bell, which if a firehappened to break out, would begin to make a dinningclang to warn the people and to call them to the rescue.If we did have a fire it would be a magnificent sightfrom here and I should like to see the spectacle, but Idont want it to come too near, for the temple would bein danger and especially the roof with its tiles and myselfamongst them. Thus the Demon Tile talked to himself about manythings he saw, and then craning his neck farther up heglanced over the whole stretch of country before him, butowing to his exalted position on the temple roof, everything on which his eyes rested appeared far beneath him,and small and insignificant in comparison to himself. Thenhe began to feel elated at his position and in his arrogantfolly and pride began to think that he was superior toeverything and everybody around him and he consequent-ly said to himself:
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THE DEMON TILE 117 Who can be compared to me in all this wide world ?Ip my place here, am I not the most exalted of all thingsand beings on earth ? There is nothing higher than I am ;between me and the sky nothing inter\enes, and for meto climb up to the heavens is an easy task. Indeed, Ifeel that I am a most remarkable person. While he was thus pondering over his rank and dignityand making these ridiculous and conceited remarks some-thing struck his face, inflicting a stinging siensation, and atthe same time the tip of his nose grew cold and icy. Thiswas caused by the biting north wind suddenly springing upand driving grit and sand in the Demon Tiles direction,making him blink his eyes in an attempt to remove thedust with which they had been filled. Then the DemonTile complained loudly about the coldness of the wind andits rudeness in attacking such a sacred edifice as a templeof Buddha, and its stupidity in not distinguishing betweenthe common tiles of the roof and himself, the chie

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