he said not a word, however, but silently gazed at them through the foliage of the trees, waiting to see what they would do. he saw that in their hands they carried golden buckets. slowly and gracefully in their trailing garments they approached the well, standing in the shade of the katsura trees, and were about to draw water, all unknowing of the stranger who was watching them, for the happy hunter was quite hidden among the branches of the tree where he had posted himself.