The priest said he belonged to the monastery on Mt. Koya. He appeared to be in his mid-forties and seemed quite genial. He was attired in a woolen travelling cloak with ample sleeves, a white flannel muffler, a pill box cap, and woolen gloves. He wore white socks and low, wooden clogs. Indeed, his dress, while old-fashioned, reminded me not so much of a priest, but rather suggested the apparel of a master of tea or of poetry; that is, of one who is devoted more to worldly pursuits than to religious practices.