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Sato's wife was taking a bath at the time, and the event was so sudden that she had no chance to flee. She was swept along as she was for about two or three chō (roughly 200–300 meters), then dropped to the ground with a loud thud. When she caught her breath, the wave had already receded, and she was fortunate to escape death. It can only be described as miraculous good fortune.
As for Tanaka—he was a sake dealer in the hamlet of Shibibitate—knowing he could not swim, he had warned his wife not to move under any circumstances during the tsunami. Just then, an unknown voice from the rooftop called out, "Keep your nerve!" Tanaka broke through the roof and called out, "Who's there?"—to which the voice replied, "Get out quickly!" and took Tanaka by the hand. Tanaka urged his wife, "You too, hurry!" and was first pulled up by the person on the roof, and then as they pulled the wife up too, the waves began surging back around them. The person on the rooftop, it turned out, was a customer who had just a little while before been drinking sake at Tanaka's shop.
The Red Cross Society has set up a branch office in Karakuwa and is currently accommodating over one hundred seriously injured persons. Particularly noteworthy is the fact that attorney Abe Tetsutarō of Furukawa Town, Shida District, along with other volunteers, organized a special volunteer Red Cross team, dispatched physician Takagi Kamesaburō and three others as special envoys to the Karakuwa Red Cross branch, covered all costs including medicines entirely out of their own pockets, and that attorney Abe came himself to serve as coordinator. This is truly admirable.
**○ Swept Away in a Bathtub**
A nineteen-year-old daughter of a household in Karakuwa Village was bathing when the tsunami struck, and was instantly carried away in the bathtub itself. She sustained only minor injuries and barely managed to survive, but knowing her home had been destroyed, she was convinced that her two-year-old nursing infant must have died a pitiful death. When she tearfully dug through the roof the next day to retrieve the body, she found to her amazement that the infant was miraculously still alive.
**○ A Sleeve as a Keepsake**
A woman in Karakuwa Beach was found collapsed with severe wounds to her neck and arms. When rescued, she clutched in her right hand a cotton sleeve with a hemp-leaf pattern and would not let it go. When asked about it, she said: "This is a keepsake sleeve of my child. When I tried to save my child, I grabbed the sleeve of their kimono, but the child was instantly swept away by the wave, and only this remained. Oh, if only my child had survived—even if I myself were to die, I would have no regrets." She wept bitterly and sank into grief.
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**● Iwate Prefecture, Kesen District**
**● Otomo Village**
**○ Otomo Village, Yuidashi**
Nearly the entire village has been reduced to ruin. Over two hundred people died—truly half the entire population. The area is located at the neck of the Hirota Peninsula, with Hirota Bay to the right and the Pacific Ocean to the left, and the land is somewhat low-lying. As a result, during the tsunami, fierce waves pressed in from both directions, colliding in the center, and every house caught between them was completely shattered, leaving only scattered fragments of wood.
**○ Tidal Water Rose Thirty Fathoms**
Otomo Village's Yuidashi suffered the most violent rise of tidal water. The high hill in that area stood twenty-five fathoms (approximately 45 meters) above sea level, yet the tidal water surpassed this height and ran approximately five more fathoms beyond—amounting to well over thirty fathoms (approximately 54 meters) in total.
**○ Caught Eight Tuna, Lost Wife, Children, and Home**
A fisherman from Yuidashi (Kesen District) rowed out to sea as usual, lowered his nets, and was trying his luck at tuna fishing. Unusually, he caught as many as eight tuna, so he spent the night offshore and hurried back the next day, looking forward to seeing the happy faces of his wife and children. But to his horror, the home that had stood there until yesterday had vanished overnight—not even a shadow of his wife and children remained.
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**● Hirota Village**
**○ An Old Woman Saved by Her Grandson**
A fisherman named Yamada from Hirota Village had rowed six or seven ri (about 24–28 kilometers) offshore for tuna fishing and set out for home before dawn the next day. In the far distance, he heard someone crying out, "Help! Help!" Thinking it strange, he strained his ears, and becoming certain it was indeed a human voice, he rowed toward it—to find an elderly woman sitting atop a rain shutter plank, drifting on the waves. When he pulled her aboard, it turned out she was his own grandmother.
**○ Hirota Village, Nezaki**
Located at the southern tip of the Hirota Peninsula, with the two islands of Tsubakijima and Matsushima lying diagonally across the sea entrance before it, and the great Ōmoriyama rising into the clouds behind. The boundless waters of the great ocean lap ceaselessly at this shore, and thick summer grasses flourish all around the village. If one were to launch a small skiff on a spring evening when mist hangs like smoke, or on an autumn night when the moon gleams like a mirror, and spend half the night in pleasure—even a life of fifty years would seem no loss. In this paradise-like place, the fishing folk who had tied their lives to a single net were reduced by nearly one-third by a single surge of the waves. Eighty-two people died; fourteen houses were washed away or destroyed. The low-lying coastal areas—once rice paddies and homes—have all become sandy plains. Behind the village stands a high hill, and a shrine that had been enshrined some ten-odd jō (approximately 30 meters) above sea level was completely swept away, leaving only the foundation stones. The old pine trees before and behind the shrine have had their bark stripped and the wood beneath laid bare—likely from the impact of driftwood carried by the tsunami. The fact that the wounds penetrate nearly to the heartwood tells us how ferocious the waters must have been.
**○ Hirota Village, Ōno**
Located on the eastern shore of the Hirota Peninsula, with a small inlet to the south. Not quite worthy of being called a harbor, but capable of mooring a few small boats. The day before the tsunami, a sailing vessel with a capacity of approximately two hundred koku had dropped anchor here. The tsunami pushed the ship all the way up to the mountain summit, where it still remains today, exactly as it was deposited. The coastal embankment of over ten ken (approximately 18 meters) was destroyed; when the tide comes in it becomes a river, and when it recedes it becomes a dry moat. Shattered timber has been driven into the forest in wild disarray. Where houses once stood, seaweed and wood fragments are piled in layers; crows flock and fly among them; and looking in all directions, there is nothing but emptiness—not a soul to be seen.
**○ The Sea Receded Seven or Eight Chō**
According to a resident of Hirota Village, before the tsunami struck, the tide at Mutsuurā receded seven or eight chō (approximately 700–800 meters), and a small island normally surrounded by sea became connected to the land. Before the people could even finish marveling at this strange sight, the great wave swept back and reduced the village to dust.
**○ Which Body Belongs to Which Child**
A schoolteacher in Hirota Village named Kumagai Daigurō lost his parents and one young child. The next day, he found the body of a young child and buried it with care. But the following day, he found another young child's body and, declaring "This is truly my child," buried it again. Then that same afternoon, he found yet another young child's body, and insisting "This time there is no doubt," buried it as well. How severely disfigured the bodies in general must have been can be inferred from this account.
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**○ Who Could It Be? Why, It's Grandmother!**
According to the firsthand account of a man named Konishi Kōtarō of Hirota Village, he had been out fishing on the day of the tsunami when he heard an ominous sound from the direction of the shore. Sensing something was wrong, he hurried to head back. Coming toward him was a woman over ninety years old, riding atop a floorboard, rising and sinking among the waves. "Surely this must be the tsunami," he thought, and looking more carefully at the figure—to his utter astonishment, it was none other than his own grandmother! He quickly pulled her aboard and cared for her in every way he could. They made it to shore by sheer desperation, only to learn that his wife, children, and siblings had all already perished.
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**● Misaki Village**
**○ Misaki Village, Aza Hosoura**
Located at the mouth of Ōfunato Bay, facing the Pacific Ocean. The coastal waters are deep, forming a natural harbor, and it is always used as an anchorage for vessels. The population is approximately 680; most make their living by fishing. On the day of the tsunami, 192 men and women died, and all household goods and furnishings were scattered to the winds.
**○ Same Village, Aza Tomari**
Located on the eastern shore of Hirota Bay, behind Hanashiri Cape. Though the bay is not wide, it is sufficient to moor large Japanese sailing ships. The entire village is largely made up of wealthy families, with large houses lined up side by side, quite unlike the impoverished fishing villages elsewhere. When the tsunami arrived, every house on low ground, regardless of size, was destroyed, and fifty-two households were wiped out in an instant. Now in the rough and tumbled rubble, about ten people search for bodies while hundreds of birds compete for scraps—nothing else.
**○ A Toddler Survives, Wrapped in a Futon**
At a certain household in Misaki Village, the entire family perished when the house was swept away—except for one child of two or three years, who was still wrapped in a futon and was carried by the waves to the veranda of another house, surviving with its life intact.
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**● Ōfunato Village**
**○ Ōfunato**
Along the roughly two-ri (approximately 8 kilometer) stretch of coastline from Ishihama to Mori Town, houses had stood in an unbroken line—but all have been swept away without a trace, and what remains is shattered beyond use. Along this stretch of over two ri, among the survivors there are all manner of people: some barely saved themselves naked, with not a stitch of clothing to their name. But naked though they may be, at least they are alive—that is better than death. As for clothing and everything else…