Mio strand is in the province of suruga. its sand is yellow and fine, strewn with rose shells at the ebb tide. its pine trees are ancient and they lean all one way, which is the way that the wild wind wills. before mio rolls the deep sea, and behind mio rises fugi, the most sacred, the mountain of mountains. small marvel that the strange people should come to mio. of the strange people not much is known, even at mio, though it is sure they come there. it seems they are shy indeed, more’s the pity. they come through the blue air, or across the mysterious paths of the sea. their footprints are never, never seen upon the wet beach, for they tread too lightly. but sometimes in their dancing they sweep their robes upon the sand and leave it ribbed and ruffled; so, often enough, it may be seen at mio. this is not all. once a fisherman of mio set eyes upon a maiden of the strange people, and talked with her and made her do his bidding. this is a true thing, and thus it came about. the fisherman was out in his boat all night. he cast his net here and he cast his net there, but he caught nothing at all for his pains. it may be believed that he grew weary enough before the morning. in the cold of the dawn he brought his boat to shore and set foot on mio strand, shivering. then, so he says, a warm wind met him and blew through his garments and his hair, so that he flushed and glowed. the very sand was full of comfort to his chilly feet. upon the warm wind a fragrance was borne, cedar and vervain, and the scent of a hundred flowers. flowers dropped softly through the air like bright rain. the fisherman stretched out his hands and caught them, lotus and jessamine and pomegranate. and all the while sweet music sounded. “this is never mio strand,” cried the fisherman, bewildered, “where i have pulled my boat ashore a thousand times or flown kites upon a holiday. alack, i fear me i have sailed to the fortunate isles unawares, or come unwilling to the sea king’s garden; or very like i am dead and never knew it, and this is yomi. o yomi, land of yomi, how like thou art to mio strand, my dear home! ” after he had said this, the fisherman looked up the beach and down the beach, and he turned and saw fuji, the mountain of mountains, and then he turned and saw the deep rolling sea and knew he was at mio and no other place, and gave a long sigh. “ be,” he said, and lifting his eyes he saw a robe of feathers hanging upon the branch of a pine tree. in the robe were feathers of all the birds that fly, every one; the kingfisher and the golden pheasant, the love bird, the swan, the crow, the cormorant, the dove, the bullfinch, the falcon, the plover, and the heron. “ah, the pretty fluttering thing! ” said the fisherman, and he took it from the pine tree where it hung. “ah, the warm, sweet, fairy thing! ” said the fisherman; “i’ll take it home for a treasure, sure no money could buy it, and i’ll show it to all the folk of the village.” and off he set for home with the fairy feathers over his arm. read the passage on the left to answer the following questions: 18) what can be reasonably deduced about the traditional culture of japan from this portion of the story? a) japanese believe in something like heaven and call it "yomi." b) "strange people" are commonly sighted by sailors in japan. c) flowers are believed to fall as rain sometimes in japan. eliminate d) the mio strand is home to most japanese.