[Illustration: Paul M. Kanamori]
Kanamori’s
Life-Story
Told by Himself
_How the Higher Criticism wrecked
a Japanese Christian--and
how he came back_
Introduction by
J. Ross Stevenson, D.D., LL.D.
Philadelphia
The Sunday School Times Company
1921
_Copyright, 1921, by
The Sunday School Times Company_
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
I PAGE
THE SERVANT SENT 9
II
THE SERVANT DISOBEDIENT 34
III
THE SERVANT RESTORED 68
IV
THE SERVANT REAPING 84
V
SOWING IN THE EVENING 104
INTRODUCTION
A large number of Christian students in this and other lands have
adopted as their watch-word “The Evangelization of the World in this
Generation.” They thus express their conviction that the apostolic
Gospel is the power of God unto salvation, that it is intended to meet
the world’s greatest need, and that the chief business of a Christian
disciple is to make this Gospel everywhere known, and thus best serve
his day and generation.
Students who have come under the power of a science that is largely
materialistic and of a philosophy which has no place for the
supernatural regard this evangelistic program as being antiquated and
narrow, and, contemplating man as a mere creature of circumstance, they
maintain that the great objective of the Church should be to improve
external conditions, to uplift the whole social order by education and
by every advantage of an improved environment. To such, even though
they may commend in a general way a kind of social evangelism, the
preaching of the apostolic Gospel is for the most part foolishness,
and they show little if any interest in bringing unbelievers to an
acceptance of Jesus Christ as Saviour and Lord.
When one notes the small number of additions to the Church on
confession of faith, at home and on the mission field, following the
labor of a large number of ministers and Christian workers, he must
conclude that very little is being done in the apostolic business of
winning souls to a personal allegiance to Jesus Christ. The main reason
for this is a lack of conviction as to the Gospel’s incomparable value.
Our ministers and our churches need to be reminded in the most forcible
way that the living Christ is at work in the world, and that through
the power of his Spirit he is abundantly able to turn men from darkness
to light and from the power of Satan unto God.
The testimony of Mr. Paul M. Kanamori, often called the Dwight L. Moody
of Japan, should serve to stimulate faith in the power of God’s Holy
Word, in the saving power of Jesus Christ, God’s only Son our Saviour,
in the regenerating power of his Holy Spirit,--to rescue men from sin
and make them apostles of the Gospel of the grace of God.
The story of Mr. Kanamori’s conversion, of his departure from the fold
of Christ, and his reclamation, is the same old message of God and sin
and salvation wherein lies the only fundamental hope for a lost world.
This dramatic and appealing biography of a great modern evangelist
should serve as a warning to any who may be inclined to abandon the
simplicity that is in Christ, and should prove stimulating to all who
are enlisted in the great enterprises of the Kingdom. For a preacher
of the cross to win fifty thousand disciples for Christ shows that the
days of the apostles are not past, and proves that the evangelization
of the world in this generation cannot be an idle dream to one who has
experienced the Gospel’s power, and is convinced that there is none
other name than that of Christ given under heaven among men whereby
they must be saved.
J. ROSS STEVENSON.
CHAPTER I
THE SERVANT SENT
In the year 1852 the Government of the United States sent an expedition
under Commodore Perry to the Far East. He came to Japan with four
ships, manned by 560 men, and concluded a treaty of commerce between
the United States and Japan, thus opening that hermit nation of the
Far East to the light of modern civilization. This was the dawn of new
Japan.
About 1870, an American soldier, Captain L. L. Janes, came to my
country. But his coming was entirely different from that of the former
one. He was not sent by the United States Government, but was invited
by the Japanese Government to teach military tactics to her subjects.
In those days Japan was divided into about three hundred small
provinces, each having its own prince or lord, and each prince having
an army of his own to fight with other princes. One of these feudal
princes of the southern island, called Kyushu, was quite an ambitious
man. He schemed to have a strong army, which was drilled in quite
up-to-date, modern military tactics of the “Western Nations,” as the
Japanese called the countries of Europe and America. For this purpose
he engaged Captain Janes, who was a graduate of the West Point Military
Academy, and a captain in the Union Army, and was said to have fought
four years in the Civil War, to come to his province and found a
military school.
Meanwhile, this prince had selected about one hundred boys from among
his own subjects, by a special examination, and put them into this
military school. Thus the school was started. But soon after this a
great political change took place in Japan, by which all the feudal
lords of the country restored their territories to the Imperial
Government, the whole country now being ruled by one supreme head, the
Emperor of Japan, and all the provincial armies were dispersed. There
being no longer any need of a provincial military school, this one
was changed in character, and became simply an English school, where
Captain Janes taught for seven years.
In this connection I must tell you how God in his providence turned
this school, originally intended for the training of military officers,
into a nursery for Christian workers. It was a wonderful providence,
indeed, by which God raised up many “children unto Abraham” out of
these rude stones.
Captain Janes was not a missionary, and had no connection with any
mission board in America. But he was an earnest Christian, filled
with a strong desire to lead to Christ those boys who came under his
instruction. His wife, too, who was a daughter of Doctor Scudder, an
early missionary to India, was a praying woman. I was told by her
sister, and her brother, Dr. Doremus Scudder, when they came to my
country as missionaries long years after this, how in those early days
Mrs. Janes used to spend many nights in prayer with tears.
In the beginning Captain Janes could not talk much about Christianity,
because he did not know the language. He could not speak Japanese at
all. He did not even attempt to learn Japanese. He used English alone
from the very beginning of his teachings. When he taught the alphabet
to his boys he spoke English to them. Nobody could understand him. He
did not employ an interpreter, because he did not like the idea of
having a go-between with his students. He tried from the first to come
into direct contact with his pupils, and to inspire them through his
own personality. And he did inspire them. The boys were fascinated and
captivated by his unique personality long before they were converted to
his religious faith.
In the third year of his teaching, when the older boys began to
understand him and he could talk with them in English, he began to talk
about Christianity. He could not teach Christianity in the school. It
was not a mission school, and to teach Christianity was not his object
in coming, but he offered to teach us the Bible, if we would go to his
house Saturday evenings. And he gave us several copies of the English
Bible. At first, out of mere curiosity, a few of the older boys went
to read the Bible with him every Saturday evening. But the Bible was
a strange book to us, and we could not understand it at all. Also,
Captain Janes had a very peculiar way of teaching the Bible. He did
not explain much, nor argue much with his students; but from the very
beginning of the Bible reading he asked us to commit to memory certain
passages, such as John 1:1-18, and 3:1-21, and we did so out of sheer
respect for our revered teacher. I have forgotten almost everything I
heard in his Bible class, but these Scripture verses still remain in my
memory.
Then in addition to this Bible reading, Captain Janes began to preach
every Sunday morning in his own parlor. Though he had no theological
training he used to preach fine sermons, and very long ones, often two
or three hours at a time. It may be that I learned my three-hour sermon
from him. But as he was an eloquent speaker we were much impressed by
his Sunday morning preaching. One day when he was preaching on Paul and
his great missionary work, he suddenly turned to me and said, “What do
you think of this man? Is it not a glorious thing to imitate such a
great man as the Apostle Paul?” From that time the name of Paul became
a part of my name. Through his preaching, about a dozen boys of the
school were converted. This was in the summer of 1875.
After we were converted we became very much interested in reading the
Bible. But while the school was in session we could not get much time
for it, because we were so pressed with our daily lessons. So when the
winter vacation of that year came, a few of the Christian boys remained
in the school, instead of going back to their own homes to enjoy the
holidays. Our purpose in staying in the school was to read the Bible
and pray together. During this vacation we tried to put aside all other
books, and to read the Bible only. In those days we had no Japanese
Bible. We had only the English Bible, which our teacher gave us. We
had no commentaries to explain the difficult passages, nor a Bible
dictionary to consult. But we spent the whole time of this vacation in
reading the plain English Bible. We read mostly the Four Gospels, the
Acts of the Apostles, and the Epistles to the Romans. I remember how we
enjoyed this Bible reading. We almost devoured the Book, just as young
people nowadays devour their sensational novels.
This Bible reading was the preparation for a powerful revival which
soon broke out in that school. This was the first revival in modern
Japan, or rather it should be called the first outpouring of the Holy
Spirit, because there was nothing yet to revive. We did not know that
it was a revival of religion. We had neither heard nor read of such
things. We had not seen a single missionary. No missionary had ever
visited that part of the country. We were so ignorant of the Christian
world outside of us that we did not even know the modern institution
of church and pastor. We did not know that the minister who preaches
the Gospel can be supported by the church. We thought if we were going
to preach the Gospel we must do as Paul did,--working with our own
hands and preaching the Gospel. All we knew were Bible truths and Bible
personages. We knew Jesus Christ and how he died upon the cross for us.
We knew Paul and Peter and John and James, and how they were filled
with the Holy Spirit and what mighty works they did. And we boys simply
tried to imitate those great apostles.
Without knowing that it was a revival of religion, we had it, and that,
too, a powerful one. It happened on this wise. When the winter vacation
was over, all the boys returned to school. These boys were quite young.
I was one of the oldest among them, and I was only eighteen. When the
younger boys returned to the school, we older boys who had read the
Bible during vacation were now so full of it that we could not help
talking about it to these younger students. These students now became
very much interested in hearing Bible stories, and they also began
to read the Bible themselves. So we formed Bible classes and taught
them. The whole school was thrown into such a fever of Bible reading
that, although the new term had already commenced, the school could
not resume its ordinary work because nobody cared to read any other
book but the Bible, Bible, Bible. Everybody was reading the Bible, and
everywhere Bible classes were going on. Consequently, for the whole of
the first week of the term the regular studies were suspended, and the
school was given over to Bible reading. We thought at one time that the
whole school of one hundred boys was going to be converted at once.
Conversion after conversion occurred. There was a boy about fifteen
years of age who preached so powerfully among his fellow-students that
as a result many were converted.
The revival did not confine itself within the school walls. We were not
satisfied with the conversion of the schoolboys alone. We went out
of the school, preaching the Gospel in our own homes, to our parents,
relatives, and friends. We even went to our former Confucian teachers,
and told them the new truths we had learned from the Bible. We were all
Confucianists, and brought up in the Confucian school before we entered
Captain Janes’ school. There were quite often very hot discussions
between those old teachers and the newly converted Christian boys. But
always these boys were able to confound those old Confucian scholars.
As they could not withstand nor gainsay these boys’ arguments, they
were enraged at them. One day I called on my old Confucian teacher, who
loved me as dearly as one of his own sons, and I was also very much
attached to him; but as I told him the new truths which I had learned
from the Bible there arose a hot discussion between us. When he saw
that I would not obey his command to renounce the Christian faith, he
was greatly enraged, and said, “You must never come back again to my
house to see me.”
I was almost driven out of his house, and I did not see him again
before his death. But I am happy to tell you that not long after his
death his widow became a Christian, and one of his grandsons is now the
pastor of a Christian church.
In the midst of such a sweeping revival a great enemy appeared.
Persecution broke out, not by the government, but by the families,
parents, relatives, and friends of the young converts. At the
instigation of the Confucian teachers, the parents and relatives tried
to persuade their boys to renounce their Christian faith, and to return
to the Confucian teaching.
You know that the first missionaries in Japan were Roman Catholics,
sent about five hundred years ago, but the Japanese Government, as
well as the people, had for many centuries bitterly persecuted these
Roman Catholics. Any one who professed to be Christian was in danger
of bringing capital punishment upon himself and his family. People
looked upon Christians as traitors to the country, and feared that
they would become the tools of the foreign nations represented by the
missionaries. So the Christians were looked upon by the country at
large as very detestable people, dangerous to the safety of the country.
I remember that when I was a little boy we used to see the
Government’s notice boards set up everywhere with this statement: “The
belief in the evil religion of Jesus is strictly forbidden by order.”
In some places, sometimes, the following statement was added: “If
any one knowing a believer in this religion of Jesus will inform the
authorities, he shall be rewarded by the Government.” These rewards
were given in money.
My grandfather was an officer of some position in our provincial
government. At one time he was appointed chief officer over a large
district. It was the duty of such officials to examine the religion of
the people over whom they were placed. For this purpose he used to call
all the people of his district once a year to his official residence.
The day of such a gathering was counted among the great days of the
year. It was called the “Feast of Picture Trampling.” I remember my
grandfather had a small iron crucifix, such as the Roman Catholic
priests carry with them. This crucifix was put in a small box, which
was covered with an iron grating, so that the figure within might be
seen from the outside, and this box was placed in a small hole dug for
the purpose, in the middle of a large courtyard, where usually the
criminals were examined. Then the people were called in, one by one, by
name, in the presence of the Government officers, all dressed in their
official robes, with swords and spears to guard against emergencies.
The people of each township, headed by the mayor, were called in by
themselves, and when they came to the place where the box was placed
they trampled upon it and passed on. To this feast all people, men and
women and even children, were ordered to come. When the women came into
the yard, after they themselves had stepped on the box, they put down
their children and made their little feet touch the crucifix, thus
testifying that they were not of this religion. If any one refused to
trample upon the cross he was arrested at once, and put into prison on
the charge of being a Christian. My grandfather had a prison in which
to put such men.
Once when I was watching those country folks trampling upon the box I
asked my grandfather, “What is that figure in the box, on which these
people are treading?”
He turned to me and said: “Oh, that is an unclean worm! if it is not
put in that box and trampled upon by the people, it will creep out and
do immense mischief to the country.”
This was the first time I came in contact with the cross of Christ, and
I was told that it was an “unclean worm.” And now, only a little over
ten years after those days, I myself became a Christian. No wonder that
the parents and relatives should be frightened at the prospect of their
boys becoming the worshipers of that “unclean worm.” Fortunately, by
this time the government which had persecuted Christianity for so long
was overthrown, and the present Imperial Government came into power,
and there was no danger of persecution coming from that quarter. But
the families tried in every way to drive out of their boys’ heads what
they called “the foolish notion of believing in an unclean religion”;
but it was too late. Christianity had already taken such a deep root
in our hearts that nothing could uproot it. The fire once kindled by
heaven cannot be quenched by any earthly means. Of course there were a
few weak ones among the believing boys, who fell away from the ranks of
believers because of this persecution. But there remained about forty
boys with the firm determination to hold on to their new faith, even
unto death.
I distinctly recall it now that it was on a fine Sunday morning,
January 30, 1876, the year after our conversion, that these forty
Christian boys went up a little hill called Hanaoka, its literal
meaning being the “Mount of Flowers,” just outside the city of
Kumamoto, where Captain Janes’ school was located. At the top of
the “Mount of Flowers” there was a big old pine tree spreading out
its branches. This pine tree is still standing there after half a
century of the most eventful life of new Japan. Under this grand
old tree, at the top of the hill, those forty Christian boys had a
service dedicating themselves to God. First they drew up an article of
dedication, the main meaning of which, as I remember it now, was as
follows: “This day we consecrate ourselves to the service of Christ,
and pledge ourselves to preach his Gospel throughout the whole empire
of Japan, even though it means death.” After the reading of this
article each one signed his name to it. Then they sang several hymns.
We had no Japanese hymns as yet. We knew only the English hymns, which
Mrs. Janes had taught us to sing. Among them was that missionary hymn:
“From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error’s chain.”
Another was:
“Must Jesus bear the Cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for every one,
And there’s a cross for me.”
Our favorite was:
“Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee,
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and Heaven are still my own!”
This hymn exactly expressed our situation at the time. Here at the top
of the “Mount of Flowers” we took up our cross, determined to follow
Jesus, even unto death. Here we forsook all our fond worldly ambitions.
Heretofore we had dreamed of becoming great men of the world, either
statesmen or soldiers, or business men, perhaps millionaires. Human
nature is the same everywhere. Young people are always dreaming of
great things, but now we had chosen to become “naked, poor, despised,
forsaken,” for Christ’s sake. Here we took our firm stand, and prepared
to face a storm of persecution, which was just bursting upon us, to
crush and overthrow this little band of forty boys. Then, as the last
act of our dedication service, I offered a prayer of consecration for
all. Thus armed with power from above we descended the hill, singing
and rejoicing. This was indeed a bold challenge to the enemies of
Christianity.
As soon as the meeting of the Christian boys at the Mount of Flowers
was known abroad, our persecutors took stronger measures. Many of the
Christian boys were taken out of the school and imprisoned in their own
homes, or other places, being cut off entirely from their Christian
friends in the school, and subjected to very severe treatment, in some
cases even to cruelty.
In the home of one of the boys the mother was so grieved over her son
becoming a Christian that, when she saw no simple persuasion would
avail to turn his heart from following Jesus, she betook herself to a
last resort. In the olden days the high class ladies in Japan carried
small swords in their bosoms as a means of protection; so now, with
her sword in her hand, she faced her boy and demanded an immediate
renunciation of his Christian faith. And in case he would not do so
within twenty-four hours, she threatened to commit suicide, to atone
for the sin of dishonoring her ancestors by letting her son become a
follower of an “unclean religion.”
It was not a mere threat. The mother was in earnest. I called on her
that very day and begged her to let me see her boy, who was one of
my dearest friends, just to bid him good-bye before we should die.
In those days we Christian boys, on our side, were determined to die
before we would renounce our allegiance to Christ. It was a life
and death struggle between us and our enemies. But when I saw her I
trembled, because she was in such a determined mood that I felt as
though I were standing before a dead person, pale and ghastly, and she
said calmly to me:
“No, you cannot see my boy, but if you insist on seeing him, kill me
first, and then you may see him.”
I said to her, “My aunt, I did not come here to kill you, but only to
see your boy.” Thus saying, I left her house with a heavy heart, full
of fear and anxiety, thinking that before the next day dawned either
the mother or the son in that home would die.
Something happened, providentially. I cannot now recall what it was,
but the mother was prevented from committing suicide, and her son was
saved from renouncing his faith. And this same mother, long years
after, herself became a Christian, and died in the faith.
There were several such cases in the homes of these Christian boys.
In another home the father was so enraged that he came with his drawn
sword in his hand, and actually attempted to take his son’s life. You
know that in the olden days the Samurai class, which was the warrior
class in old Japan, used always to carry two swords, one long and the
other short, and were in the habit of using them quite freely. These
boys all belonged to this Samurai class.
I was one of the most bitterly persecuted. After receiving severe
treatment at the hands of my relatives for many months, I was finally
disowned and cast out of my father’s house. I lost everything except my
English Bible and Bunyan’s “Pilgrim’s Progress,” which became now my
sole possessions.
Though they were made to pass through the ordeal of much persecution,
the Christian boys finally gained the victory. Persecution could
not accomplish the purpose of our enemies. The more bitterly they
persecuted us, the more we were confirmed in our faith. We used to
comfort one another by saying, “Is not this the living proof of the
truth of Christianity? We see right here in our midst the perfect
fulfilment of the word of Christ spoken nineteen centuries ago, ‘A
man’s foes shall be they of his own household.’”
This band of forty boys was afterwards called the “Kumamoto Band,” well
known in the early history of Christian missions in modern Japan.
Thus far I have told you only one side of this story of the “Kumamoto
Band.” But there is another side to it, even more wonderful than this,
which I must not omit. In the summer of 1865, just ten years before the
time of which I am speaking, a young Japanese arrived in the city of
Boston. He had left his country a year before, in an American schooner.
In those days to leave the country was almost certain death to a
Japanese. But the young man dared this certain death, and after a year
of hardship and suffering in a sea voyage he finally reached his goal,
the land of liberty and enlightenment. He was poor and destitute, and
was without any friends to look after him in this strange land. He
remained in this helpless condition after his arrival for many weeks.
At one time he was so discouraged that he almost despaired of obtaining
the object of his coming to America, and was on the verge of insanity.
But Heaven did not forsake him. A generous and noble-hearted Christian
citizen of Boston, Mr. Alpheus Hardy, owner of the ship in which he had
come, hearing of his case, took him into his home, and recognizing the
fine spirit and noble ambition of this young man, Mr. Hardy decided
to adopt him and give him a thorough American education. He was first
placed in the Phillips Academy at Andover, then was sent to Amherst
College, and finally to the Andover Theological Seminary to be trained
for the Christian ministry.
After ten years of training and preparation, this young man returned
to Japan, in 1874, and the next year, 1875, which was the very year
when those Kumamoto boys were converted, he opened a Christian school
under the auspices of the American Mission Board in Japan, in the city
of Kyoto, the old capital. This was Dr. Joseph Hardy Neeshima, a man
of God, and the greatest Christian leader in Japan. He was filled with
a burning zeal for the salvation of his countrymen, and was looking
eagerly for like-minded young men who would come and join him in the
great work of evangelizing Japan.
Here you see again the wonderful working of the providence of God.
While on one hand God was preparing and disciplining those forty boys
of the “Kumamoto Band” by special education under Captain Janes, as
well as by bitter persecution, he was at the same time training this
great Christian leader of Japan through the kind help of Alpheus Hardy
in America. Dr. Neeshima knew nothing of these Kumamoto boys, and they
knew nothing of Dr. Neeshima and his school. Though entirely unknown to
each other, we were all in the same Hand, being moulded and shaped for
the coming work of his kingdom.
In the spring of 1876, when Captain Janes, through an American
newspaper, heard of Dr. Neeshima and his Christian school, he at once
communicated with him, and told him all about the “Kumamoto Band.” It
came as a great surprise to Dr. Neeshima and his colleagues. I was told
by one of the missionary teachers who was with Dr. Neeshima at the time
that it seemed to them as though the forty boys fell down straight from
heaven. They had never dreamed such a wonderful thing was going on in
such an obscure part of the country.
On our side it was a great joy and comfort in the midst of persecution
to hear of such a Christian man and school existing in our own country.
By the fall of that year almost all of the “Kumamoto Band,” having
been driven out of their homes and their native province, came to this
school of Dr. Neeshima, and joined him in his great work. Thus was
started the first Christian college, “The Doshisha University,” which
was destined to become a center of Christian education and Christian
influence in Japan, and from which came the new impulse for Christian
work in that country, and Dr. Neeshima became its first president.
Of the “Kumamoto Band,” about fifteen boys who had already finished
their preparatory education in Captain Janes’ school, entered the
theological class, the first in Doshisha University. For three years
they received theological training and preparation for the Christian
ministry. After graduating in 1879, most of these boys went out as
home missionaries, preaching the Gospel of Christ all over Japan, and
founding Congregational churches in many parts of the country.
In Japan the Presbyterian churches now have the largest number of
believers. Then come the Congregational churches, and after that those
of other denominations. But though the Congregational churches come
second in membership they have the largest number and the strongest
churches. This is due mostly to the work of the “Kumamoto Band.” From
it came forth the most influential and foremost preachers and pastors
of the Congregational churches in Japan.
One of this band, a graduate of 1879, has been now over forty years a
pastor of a large Congregational church. He is called the Bishop of
Southern Japan, without appointment. Another of this band is one of
the greatest Christian scholars in Japan, and is now the President
of the National Sunday-School Association. The present President
of the Doshisha University is also a member of this band. After Dr.
Neeshima, the first President, died, in 1890, four of the presidents
of that university came from this band. Not only in the religious and
educational work, but also in Government service, in the House of
Parliament, as well as in the business world, some of the members of
this band were able to hold quite important positions.
So you see this “Kumamoto Band” was used mightily by the hand of
God for establishing a Christian testimony in modern Japan. And you
know now how it came about. It was not started by a missionary, nor
by a minister. It was started by a layman, by a soldier who had no
theological training or ministerial experience, and who had not come
to my country to teach Christianity, but to teach military tactics,
the English language and modern science. But as a by-product of this
layman’s work this “Kumamoto Band” sprang up and became a power in the
Christian world of Japan. A wonderful working of Providence! Indeed,
God can use anything as his instrument to execute his own purpose. He
used a jawbone of an ass in the hand of Samson to destroy a thousand
Philistines. It may be that the “Kumamoto Band” and Captain Janes were
as the jawbone of an ass.
My friends, do you think that there are no such promising young men to
be found in my country now? Oh, yes, there are the makings of “Kumamoto
Bands” always and everywhere. If you will send out missionaries filled
with burning zeal for the salvation of souls, who will come into direct
personal touch with young men and women and inspire them through their
own personalities by the aid of the Holy Spirit, you can find any
number of such bands even now.
Not only in Japan, but in all the mission fields of the world, there
are thousands of such boys just waiting for some Captain Janes to come
and form them into a band of Christian workers. Therefore the question
is not whether we can find such “Kumamoto Bands” now, but whether we
can find such Captain Janes’.