nothing would appease the anger of the skillful fisher, for he had a bad disposition, and had always hated his brother because of his virtues, and now with the excuse of the lost fishing hook he planned to kill him and to usurp his place as ruler of japan. the happy hunter knew all this full well, but he could say nothing, for being the younger he owed his elder brother obedience; so he returned to the seashore and once more began to look for the missing hook. he was much cast down, for he had lost all hope of ever finding his brother's hook now. while he stood on the beach, lost in perplexity and wondering what he had best do next, an old man suddenly appeared carrying a stick in his hand. the happy hunter afterwards remembered that he did not see from whence the old man came, neither did he know how he was there he happened to look up and saw the old man coming towards him.