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                       JOHN L. STODDARD'S LECTURES


                            JAPAN I JAPAN II

                                  CHINA


                             _Norwood Press_

               _F. S. Gushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co._

                        _Norwood, Mass., U.S.A._


               _Boston Bookbinding, Co., Cambridge, Mass._

[Illustration: FRIENDS IN COUNCIL.]


John L. Stoddard's

LECTURES

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_COMPLETE IN TEN VOLUMES_

_VOLUME THREE_



BOSTON

BALCH BROTHERS CO.


MCMVIII


CHICAGO: GEO. L. SHUMAN & CO.


Copyright, 1897

By John L. Stoddard



Entered at Stationers' Hall, London

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


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JAPAN

I


[Illustration: FOREST SOLITUDE]




JAPAN


LECTURE I


[Illustration: EMPEROR.]


It is now nearly four hundred years since the brave discoverer,
Magellan, first sailed around the world. Yet, till comparatively recent
times, three years were necessary to complete the circuit. To-day,
some Phineas Fogg can put a girdle round the earth in less than eighty
days, and messages are flashed to us from China and Ceylon in less than
eighty seconds. The old-time spirit of adventure amid unknown scenes,
which thrilled the traveler of former years, has, therefore, well-nigh
disappeared. Of all the surface of our globe, the Polar Seas alone still
bid defiance to the approach of man; though every year the ultimate
capitulation of those ice-bound areas, lit by the aurora, becomes less
remote.

[Illustration: MOUNT STEPHEN.]

The broad Atlantic has now dwindled to an ocean ferry. Europe is
measured, not by weeks, but by hours. Constantinople, once so remotely
Oriental, is but five days from London,--Cairo only six. Even the vast
Pacific glides beneath our keel in thirteen days. Two centuries ago, the
man who had achieved a journey around the globe would have been called
a hero. One century since, he would have been remarkable. To-day the
name he earns is merely--"Globe-trotter." In consequence of this, to
certain minds our vanquished earth seems like a squeezed and juiceless
orange. Material forces have deprived it of romance, as age has robbed
the moon of atmosphere and life. And yet, the fact that we move rapidly
from point to point need not lessen our interest in the places that we
visit. The wondrous beauty of the Taj Mahal and the incomparable majesty
of the Himalayas are not less enjoyed because we can make a pilgrimage
to them with comparative comfort. Japan's awakened empire, China's four
hundred millions, the toiling myriads of India, with history, customs and
religions antedating those of Christendom, present the same stupendous
problems, whether we visit them in an antique sailing-craft or in a
modern steamer. Despite the speed with which we flit from continent to
continent, the actual distance is still there. Let but the steamer's
shaft become disabled in mid-ocean, and the fact will not be doubted. But
of whatever size our earth may now appear to us, the time has never been
when travel upon its surface offered such attractions. Its countries now
are like a series of intensely interesting books--each the sequel of its
predecessor--which science, commerce, and navigation have laid open for
our scrutiny.

A tour around the world, therefore, is vastly more instructive than a
journey through the principal European cities. Mere Occidental travel,
though delightful, is but fragmentary and one-sided. The unbroken circle
is alone the symbol of completeness; and only when the traveler has
sailed away from our Pacific coast, and journeyed on and on toward the
setting sun, until he sees the shores of our Republic (never before so
beloved) rise from the waves of the Atlantic, can he in truth exclaim,
with Monte Cristo, "The world is mine!"

[Illustration: A JAPANESE PAGODA.]

The route which we selected for our journey to Japan was the superbly
built and admirably equipped highway to the Orient, the "Canadian
Pacific." This magnificent transcontinental system comprises, first,
the gleaming path of steel which crosses Canada from sea to sea; and,
second, a fleet of steamers at the western terminus of the road--the
largest, swiftest, and most modern boats that ply between the North
American continent and the land of the Mikado. The various railway lines
from the Atlantic to the centre of the continent are too well-known
to require description; but since some starting-point is necessary,
we may well choose, as the most appropriate one, the vast plains of
Manitoba, midway between the Atlantic and Pacific, and only eighteen
hours by rail from Minneapolis. Mile after mile, and hour after hour,
we sped through these prairies as level as a tranquil sea. Sometimes,
like wreckage floating on the waves, we saw great sun-bleached heaps of
skulls and bones--pathetic relics of the herds of buffaloes which only
thirty years ago existed here in millions, but which man's cruelty and
recklessness have almost totally destroyed. At other times, the railroad
cut its silvery furrow through a boundless area of golden rod and
daisies,--apparently a shoreless ocean of red, green, and gold, upon the
verge of which the sky seemed to rest like an azure dome. But presently
we realized that the plains were being left behind us. In fact, between
these prairies and the vast Pacific rise three great mountain-ranges
almost parallel to one another. They are the Rocky, the Selkirk, and the
Cascade mountains.

[Illustration: BANFF.]

[Illustration: ON THE PORCH AT BANFF]

[Illustration: A VIEW FROM THE HOTEL.]

It was already evening when we approached the "Rockies." We tried to
catch their outline, but in vain. Behind a veil of impenetrable gloom,
the morrow's splendid spectacle awaited us. Accordingly, at five o'clock
in the morning, the subtle nervousness which usually heralds any long
anticipated pleasure woke me with a start. I raised the curtain of my
berth, and from my lips there came an exclamation of delight. There were
the "Rockies," as I had so often pictured them; no longer vague creations
of some other man's enthusiasm, but glorious realities awakening mine. A
rugged wall of granite met my gaze, seamed here and there with silver, as
the pure snow sparkled in its crevices; while all along its crest, five
thousand feet above our heads, the dawn had traced a parapet of gold.
I felt at once that thrill of satisfaction which every traveler prizes
more and more as years roll on and fewer famous sights are left him to
explore. It was the consciousness of one more conquest made, not merely
for the excitement of a first possession, but for the calmer and more
abiding pleasure of retrospection.

[Illustration: THE THREE SISTERS.]

An hour later, we had left the train to spend two days at Banff,--a
place unknown before the advent of the railroad, but forming now the
centre of a charming region, four thousand five hundred feet above the
sea, reserved by the Canadian Government as a national park. Above us,
in the morning light, like some old Rhenish castle on a wooded cliff,
appeared a picturesque hotel, within whose ample hall we found a huge
log blazing in the fireplace; while modern luxuries, such as bath-rooms
and electric-lights, assured us a delightful resting-place. Yet this is
but one of several hotels built by the railroad company at points of
special interest, so that the traveler by this route may halt and view
its scenery amid comfortable surroundings.

[Illustration: VANCOUVER.]

Soon after our arrival, we started on a tour of exploration, and found
the situation worthy of its fame. Over the best of roads Canadian ponies
whirled us along the windings of the Bow river, green as emerald. The
air was as pure as that of Norway. A breath of it was like a draught of
wine. So transparent was the atmosphere, that mountains miles away seemed
close at hand. Strange mountains these! Their color is an ashen gray, now
darkened by a passing cloud, now almost white with vivid sunlight. They
have no vegetation on their rugged slopes, save a few pine-trees, which
suggest the "forlorn hope" of an army struggling toward a citadel.

[Illustration: HOTEL VANCOUVER.]

Had time permitted, we should have gladly lingered in this glorious
region,--but with so much before us, we were compelled to take our leave
of Banff and enter on the last great section of our journey toward the
sea. In making this, we were for hours surfeited with grandeur. Our chief
desire was to retard the train, and check the rapid shifting of imposing
scenery. Our brains at last refused to receive additional impressions.
One could spend weeks upon this portion of the route alone. Sometimes our
train wound like a serpent around the mountain sides,--now on a narrow
ledge three hundred feet above a foaming torrent, now gliding through
a tunnel in the solid rock. Three million dollars' worth of snow-sheds
guard this railway from the avalanche, and rivers even have been forced
to turn aside and yield their immemorial pathways to the iron conqueror.

But now farewell to railroads and to mountains! We have reached the sea.
Who that has ever crossed our mighty continent can quite forget the
moment when, after all the plains and mountains he has traversed, he
gains his first glimpse of the blue Pacific? It is at once a startling
revelation of the distance he has come, and a reminder of those Orient
lands whose misty shores still seem so fabulously tar away.

[Illustration: THE EMPRESS OF JAPAN.]

Our ocean gateway, and place of embarkation for Japan, was
Vancouver,--one of those marvels of the West, which, notwithstanding
all our previous reading, astonish us when actually seen. Ten years ago
Vancouver was a wilderness; a forest covered every portion of the present
city. To-day it has good streets and sidewalks, electric-lights and
trolley-cars, banks, churches, some extremely pretty houses, and a good
hotel.

What an excitement marks the embarkation-day at this Hotel Vancouver!
What searching glances pass from one strange group of travelers to
another, as if to read the characters and dispositions of the men and
women who are to be their fellow-passengers for fourteen days,--aye, more
than that;--to be, perchance, their fellow-travelers for many months,
meeting on other steamers, or in Chinese streets, or possibly in the
palm-groves of Ceylon. No gaiety is yet discernible. It is the hour for
farewells. The reading-room is filled with busy scribes, whose scratching
pens and long-drawn sighs alone disturb the silence of the place.

[Illustration: THE "EMPRESS" IN A STORM.]

We saw, on the last day, at least a score of ladies, bent almost double
on divans or arm-chairs, using alternately their writing-tablets and
their handkerchiefs,--their tears apparently flowing much more freely
than the ink from their fountain pens. Telegraph boys were meanwhile
running to the various rooms with good-bye messages from eastern friends.
"No use in sending them out," the blase operator told me; "they are all
alike. Might just as well hoist a flag with the letters 'B. V.' on it;
for every message ends with the same words: 'Bon Voyage!'"

[Illustration: A JAPANESE VILLAGE.]

But now the actual sailing-time has come; the last fond messages have
been received; the gang-plank is thrown off; the huge propeller moves;
and we have left our native land to make the circuit of the world. Of
course some tears are shed; some cheeks grow paler at the thought of
all that lies before us in the twenty-five thousand miles of land and
water we must traverse; but these are soon forgotten in contemplation
of the ship itself,--the Empress of Japan. This is one of the finest
steamers in the world, and like her sister ships, the Empress of China
and the Empress of India, is a vessel of six thousand tons and of ten
thousand horse-power. Graceful and beautiful she looked,--her great hull
snow-white to the water's edge, to shield it better from the tropic sun.

[Illustration: MISSISSIPPI BAY.]

Aside, however, from the speed, strength, and comfort of the steamers,
the voyage across the North Pacific does not call forth enthusiastic
praise. It is a lonely, unfrequented route. We saw no sign of land or
life for thirteen days. The cold, too, was excessive. Unless wrapped up
with extra care, we could not sit on deck with any comfort, although
protected from the wind by canvas screens. Moreover, in its sudden
changes, this North Pacific rivals the Mediterranean in winter, and when
aroused, its billows are colossal. During our voyage there were some
hours, and even days, when all was reasonably calm; but there were others
when tremendous winds tore into shreds the crests of white-capped waves
and filled the air with blinding spray. Hours there were, when trunks
not merely slid, but bounded, clear across the room, and landed with
their casters in the air, like the hoofs of a rolling horse; hours when
even the pantry stove revolted at such treatment and hurled its glowing
coals about the floor. I recall an unusually stormy period when the diet
of at least two wretched passengers for an entire day consisted of one
grape,--and my companion ate the grape!

The day which passed most quickly on this voyage was that which we
deliberately dropped from the calendar, on crossing the one hundred
and eightieth meridian of longitude, just half-way around the world
from London, and equidistant, east and west, from the observatory at
Greenwich. Some wicked passengers ascribed our stormy weather to the
missionaries on board, claiming that gales at sea are their invariable
attendants. However that may be, there certainly were times when all
the passengers (missionaries included) would have agreed with the old
Japanese proverb--"A stormy sea-voyage is an inch of hell."

[Illustration: COMING TO MEET US.]

Nothing stands out more clearly in my recollection of the Orient
than the bright, long anticipated hour when, after thirteen days of
dreary ocean travel, we suddenly beheld, emerging from the waves, that
strange, unique, and fascinating land, which promised so much novelty
and pleasure,--old Japan. Old, and yet new; for the fair sheet of water
which first greeted us was Mississippi Bay, named from the flagship of
Commodore Perry, which, with the remainder of his American fleet, dropped
anchor here in 1854. The coming of this envoy to the East was not for the
purpose of war or invasion, but to request that this important empire,
our nearest neighbor westward, lying directly in the path of commerce
between Asia and America, should, for the sake of mutual benefit, open
its doors (till then resolutely closed to foreigners) and become, to some
degree, accessible to the outer world.

Impatient to explore this land, we swept the shore with field-glasses,
and saw, with much amusement, some natives hastening to launch their
boats and row out to us. But were they really coming in just that
economical style of dress? They were, and did; but in five minutes we
forgot their costumes (or rather their want of them) in admiration of the
men themselves. It was, however, not their faces, but their forms, which
so attracted us. Never in marble or in bronze have I seen finer specimens
of limbs and muscles than those displayed by the compactly built and
copper-colored boatmen of Japan. Some of them looked like masterpieces of
antiquity, suddenly endowed with life and motion.

Taking the hotel steam-launch, in preference to the native boats, we
quickly reached the landing-pier of Yokohama. A slight examination of
our trunks was made by officers polite enough to beg our pardon for the
trifling delay. There is a duty in Japan on photographic cameras. One of
our party was, therefore, called upon to pay the stipulated sum. "I have
no Japanese money," he faltered; "I must leave my camera here, and call
again."

[Illustration: THE CUSTOM-HOUSE, YOKOHAMA.]

"Not at all," replied the official courteously; "I will lend you
the money; here it is." I thought my friend, accustomed only to the
refinements of the New York Custom-house, would faint away. At last he
gathered strength enough to ask: "But what security have you that I will
repay you?"

"Ah!" replied the officer, smiling, "you are an American."

[Illustration: AS THE NATIVES TRAVEL.]

"Truly," he exclaimed, as we walked away, "the Japanese are the French of
Asia."

[Illustration: A JINRIKISHA.]

On leaving the Custom-house I laughed aloud to see awaiting us the almost
universal means of locomotion in Japan--the jinrikisha. Shades of our
childhood!--what are these? Big-wheeled baby-carriages surely, and yet
used altogether by adults. They looked as though a heavy man could crush
them to earth, or a strong wind might blow them against the wall. When
we stepped into ours, we did so cautiously, lest we should suddenly go
over backward; and at the sight of some of our more stalwart passengers
thus installed, the air was filled with peals of laughter. One portly
traveler, weighing at least two hundred pounds, wagged his head feebly at
an equally heavy comrade, and shook a "da-da" at him, as if they had both
gone back to the state of babyhood. Yet, incredible as it would at first
appear, the traveler soon comes to like these little vehicles. Their
running-gear, though light, is strong. A breakdown in them is practically
unknown. The steeds which draw them harness and unharness themselves,
never shy nor kick, and are obedient to the slightest command.
Jinrikishas are so cheap that one can hire them all day long and never
feel the expense. Ten cents an hour is the usual price, or seventy-five
cents for an entire day. One's packages and valises follow in another
jinrikisha. The speed at which one travels in them is astonishing. Even
with only one man in the shafts, the usual rate is at least five miles an
hour. With one man pushing, and two pulling tandem, you actually seem to
fly. On good roads with two men we sometimes made ten miles an hour. And
what is most delightful to the traveler, the runners themselves seem to
enjoy it thoroughly. Time and again in the country, when they had drawn
us twenty or thirty miles with but occasional halts, they actually raced
each other on the last half-mile, laughing and capering like boys at play.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE MACKINTOSH.]

In stormy weather these human horses wore blankets that excited both our
laughter and amazement. They are a kind of Japanese mackintosh, composed
of grass and straw, which, though they are quite effectual in shedding
rain and snow, give to the wearer the appearance of a fretful porcupine.

A certain patriotic feeling draws Americans to the jinrikisha; for this
convenient little chaise was the invention of a Yankee missionary. He
ought to have made a fortune by it, for in Yokohama alone there are
five thousand of these vehicles, and in Japan more than two hundred and
fifty thousand; while they are also numerous now in China, India, and
Singapore. But the missionary has had the usual fate of inventors, and is
said to be, at present, an inmate of an Old Men's Home near Philadelphia.

[Illustration: PECULIAR TRAVELING.]

[Illustration: "A BIG-WHEELED BABY-CARRIAGE."]

The Japanese word, jinrikisha, is worth explaining, "jin" means man,
"riki" denotes power, and "sha" signifies wheel. A "man-power-carriage"
is therefore the correct translation; but the wittiest and most
appropriate title is the one given to it by an American tourist,--the
"Pull-man-car." Delighted with our first experiences in these little
vehicles, we left the Custom-house in Yokohama, and were quickly trundled
to the Grand Hotel. This is one of the best hotels in the entire East.
It fronts directly on the sea, and one can sit for hours on its long
verandas and watch the animated scenes of street-life in the foreground;
or else look off upon the lovely bay, where ships and steamers of all
nations lie at anchor, among which glide the native boats, propelled by
the bronzed athletes of Japan. My mind goes back with positive delight to
some cool morning hours at my window here, but oftener still to moonlit
evenings passed upon my balcony. At such a time, the scene recalled a
painting in some cyclorama,--so difficult was it to discern where fancy
ended and reality began; so smooth appeared the harbor's silvered breast;
so motionless the mighty steamers stationed there like sentinels; so
still their tapering masts, rising like minarets against the sky; while
here and there a red or green light on a steamer's side flashed like a
ruby or an emerald. Moreover, as the hours moved on, breaking the solemn
stillness of the scene, the ship's bells followed one another through the
watches of the night, and stole across the water like a silvery chime.

[Illustration: WAITING FOR A "FARE."]

[Illustration: A DISTANT VIEW OF FUJI-YAMA.]

[Illustration: IN YOKOHAMA BAY.]

Yokohama is divided into three sections. The first is the original
business settlement, where the hotels are located; the second is the
strictly Japanese quarter; the third lies on an eminence called "The
Bluff." The summit of this hill is reached, not merely by a winding
road, but also by a stairway commonly known as the "Hundred Steps." Upon
this height most of the foreigners reside; here also are the hospitals
of different nations, the foreign cemetery, and several consulates.
Wishing one day to make a call upon a resident on this hill, and being
unable to make our human pony understand his name, we asked the aid of
the hotel proprietor. To our astonishment, he said to us: "No name is
necessary. I shall merely tell him to take you to gentleman No. 35." A
moment's thought explained to us the reason for this custom; for "No.
35 gentleman" or "No. 76 lady" are terms which "'rikisha men" can much
more easily understand than foreign names. Yet even this system has its
difficulties; for all the houses on the Bluff are numbered, not in the
sequence of location, but in the order of their erection. Thus, the first
residence constructed there is No. 1, but the dwelling next to it, if
recently erected, may be called No. 500.

[Illustration: AN OLD-FASHIONED CRAFT.]

[Illustration: A RESIDENCE ON THE BLUFF.]

Some of the houses on the Bluff are quite attractive; and life in them
must be in many respects delightful. We met here two American ladies,
who, having taken a furnished house for several months, were actually
housekeeping in Japan. They told us that they had never had so pleasant
an experience, and that the markets of Yokohama abounded in meat, fish,
fruit, and vegetables, all at reasonable prices, while their Japanese
servants had been so devoted and respectful that they were spoiled for
housekeeping with any others. The summer, they confessed, had been hot,
and varied by an occasional earthquake; but on the Bluff the air was pure
and cool, and they had at least been exempt from thunder-storms.

Yet Yokohama's climate is not always tropical, or even mild. Winter also
can assert itself here, and boats and buildings sometimes wear a robe of
snow. Such a wintry temperature makes, of course, little difference in
the comfort of foreigners; but, to the Japanese themselves, one might
suppose the winter months would be a season of protracted misery, since
the vast majority of the natives have no fire in their houses save that
in a charcoal brazier; the partitions in their dwellings are mere paper
screens; and they themselves rarely wear woolen garments, much less
flannel ones. Yet the people are hardy. Jinrikisha men, we were told,
will run about the snow-covered streets with only cotton sandals on their
feet.

"How can your people live thus thinly clad, and with so little fire?" we
asked our guide.

"Oh, they become used to it," he answered. "You never cover up your face
in winter. It is accustomed to the cold. So we subject our bodies to the
same endurance."

[Illustration: YOKOHAMA IN WINTER.]

One day, in strolling through a street in Yokohama, we came upon two
little Japanese women doing laundry work and spreading garments out to
dry upon a smooth, flat board. Following the pleasant custom of the
country, they laughingly called out to us, "Ohaio--Ohaio,"--the Japanese
expression for "Good Morning!" One of our party, a judge from Covington,
Kentucky, did not understand the meaning of that word. Accordingly, when
one of these Japanese maidens smiled sweetly in his face, and said, with
a slightly rising inflection, "Ohaio!" he faltered, and replied, "Well,
not exactly; I come from Covington, just across the river!"

[Illustration: ON THE WAY TO KAMAKURA.]

The foreign cemetery of Yokohama is beautifully situated on the Bluff,
above the tumult of the town. It is well-kept, and many of its monuments
are elaborate. Numerous epitaphs in English, French, German, and Italian
attest the cosmopolitan character of the place. As we were walking there
one Sunday afternoon, we met a lady deeply veiled, leaning upon her
husband's arm, and giving way to uncontrollable grief. When they were
gone we ventured to approach the grave which they had left. The tombstone
bore a recent date, and on it were four lines that deeply moved us by
their sad simplicity; for, stooping down to a low headstone wreathed in
flowers, we read these words:

    "A little grave, but oh, have care,
    For world-wide hopes are lying there;
    How much of light, how much of joy
    Are buried with a darling boy!"

[Illustration: A JAPANESE CEMETERY.]

[Illustration: PATH TO THE SHOGUN'S HOUSE.]

[Illustration: THE FOREIGN CEMETERY, YOKOHAMA.]


The day after our arrival in Yokohama, we drove out into the surrounding
country. It was historically very interesting. Upon the plain where we
saw laborers harvesting their crops, once stood the ancient capital of
the empire,--Kamakura. It was then the residence of a million people, and
was, no doubt, a scene of splendor, war, and intrigue; yet of the men
and deeds which moved it centuries ago we know comparatively nothing. We
sometimes think ourselves familiar with the history of our race; and so
we are, along the lines of Egypt, Rome, and mediæval Europe. But when the
traveler visits China, India, and Japan, he realizes the fact that he has
come to the other side of the globe,--to lands whose histories are more
remote than those of even Greece and Rome, and yet utterly distinct from
all the streams of civilization which have flowed toward him. He begins
to feel as men might who, having always thought the Rhine to be the only
river of any magnitude on earth, should suddenly find themselves beside
the Nile, whose mighty volume has been rolling onward for unnumbered
ages, and over whose distant origin there hangs the halo of mystery.

[Illustration: DOING LAUNDRY WORK.]

[Illustration: A BUDDHIST PAGODA.]

One thing, however, still remains at Kamakura to tell us of its
unrecorded past. It is the world-renowned statue of Buddha,--one
of the largest works in bronze that man has ever made. Upon a huge
stone pedestal, in the form of a lotus-flower, one hundred feet in
circumference, this monstrous figure has been seated here in solemn
contemplation for seven hundred years. It is a noble representation of
the man before whose shrines more knees are bent in prayer to-day than
before those of any other founder of religion whom this earth has known.
Close by, beneath the trees, are pedestals of enormous columns, the
relics of a splendid temple which once formed the canopy of the statue,
but which was swept away by a huge tidal wave, four hundred years ago.
The statue itself, however, was too immense and weighty to be thus
destroyed; hence, as it sits here now in solitary grandeur on a plain,
beneath which sleeps a vanished world, the only columns that surround
it are majestic trees, the only roof that shelters it is the arch of
the immeasurable sky, and the only tapers on its ruined altar are the
unchanging stars.

[Illustration: THE BRONZE BUDDHA AT KAMAKURA.]

It is easy to enumerate statistics here; to call to mind the fact that
this statue is fifty feet in height; that underneath its drooping lids
are eyes of purest gold; that the face alone is eighteen feet in length;
that the circumference of the thumb is three feet; and, finally, that
within this statue is a chapel for a hundred worshipers. But these are
not the things which most impress one here. We can find other statues
for statistics. This has something better. It is the indescribable,
passionless expression of the face, that grows upon the traveler as he
studies it, and haunts his memory forever more--a look which in some way
suggests the Sphinx, in its superiority to present evils, its dreamful
contemplation of the infinite, its calm appeal from time to all eternity.

[Illustration: ENOSHIMA.]

[Illustration: JACOB'S LADDER, ENOSHIMA.]

Leaving the great Buddha to his meditations, we continued our homeward
journey by the sea,--that ocean which, although tranquil now, has more
than once sent tidal waves upon this shore to wreck the temples and the
homes of Kamakura, and in their swift retreat to leave a hideous trail of
death and devastation. A little distance from the land, we saw the pretty
island of Enoshima. It is a sacred island, said to have sprung, like
Venus, from the ocean in a single night. It is regarded, therefore, as a
gift from God. It may be that the legend has some truth in it, for almost
every portion of Japan is of volcanic origin; and mountains have arisen,
lakes have been produced, and landscapes wholly changed by earthquake
shocks, even within historical times.

[Illustration: A FOREST MONARCH.]

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE CAVERN TEMPLE.]

[Illustration: THE SACRED CAVE.]

Desiring to see some features of this island, we crossed the narrow
channel, and climbed to one of its numerous points of observation. It is
a fascinating place. Delightful paths wind up the wooded hills, marked
here and there by little stations, where one halts for tea. Beyond these
are long flights of steps, on which, that afternoon, Japanese girls, in
gaily-colored robes, were passing up and down, like angels upon Jacob's
ladder. Some were at work, while others were at play; others, again, were
returning from a place of prayer. They looked as curiously at us as we
at them. We seemed to them, no doubt, like beings from another world;
probably not a better one, for, when we had walked on, we heard them
merrily discussing us with peals of child-like laughter. One part of
Enoshima is deemed especially sacred. It is a natural cavern, somewhat
resembling the Blue Grotto on the Island of Capri. In stormy weather it
is inaccessible, for furious waves then thunder for admission here, and
fill the entrance with a mass of foam. But on a pleasant day, like that
which we enjoyed, it is not very difficult, on coming down the hill, to
cross a wooden bridge and a few slippery rocks, and finally pass beneath
a frowning arch to the interior.

[Illustration: A RUSTIC BUDDHA.]

It is a singular opening,--a crack in the volcanic cliff, three hundred
feet in length and thirty in height. From its obscure recesses, we gained
a charming telescopic vista of the broad Pacific. To our astonishment,
we found within this cave an altar to the goddess of Good Fortune, a
deity that from remotest ages has been worshiped here. It is a wonderful
situation for an altar, this rock-hewn temple built by Nature's
architect. A kind of mystery surrounds it, for mortals cannot always
worship here. When the divinity allows them to approach, this inlet of
the ocean lies in absolute tranquillity, extending inward to the shrine,
like a long path of malachite. But there are times when she excludes
all worshipers, bars the majestic portal with a watery wall, and hears,
instead of humanity's feeble voice, the awe-inspiring anthem of the sea.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE RAILWAY.]

One beautiful October morning, leaving the Grand Hotel, we drove to
the railway station to take a train for the Japanese capital, Tokio,
eighteen miles distant. It seemed a wonderful transition to whirl through
Yokohama streets in baby-carriages drawn by half-naked natives, and in a
moment more to find ourselves in railroad cars, better arranged in some
respects than most trains that run in Europe. Such sudden contrasts
between the past and present are now found only in Japan. Twenty-five
years ago there were no railways here, and hardly a jinrikisha. To-day,
throughout this sea-girt empire is spread a network of two thousand miles
of well-built paths of steel, which have stone ballast, massive bridges,
fine rolling-stock, and well-appointed stations. And yet one travels
first-class in Japan almost as cheaply as third-class in Europe. Nor is
traveling in the Mikado's realm confined to foreigners. Never in any
portion of the world have I seen trains so uniformly thronged as here,
and ninety out of every hundred of the passengers were Japanese.

[Illustration: THE IMPERIAL HOTEL, TOKIO.]

Tokio is the same old Yeddo that figured in our school-books--no matter
how many years ago. The first thing to impress me in the place was its
enormous size. It is, in truth, a city of magnificent distances, for
its area surpasses that of London. Together with its suburbs, it has
a population of one million eight hundred thousand. Save for its vast
extent, however, the Japanese capital is not imposing. Seen from an
elevation Tokio displays an almost limitless expanse of wooden roofs,
whose trifling inequalities recall the undulating surface of a cold, gray
sea. From this there rises, here and there, a solitary tower or pagoda,
like a lighthouse from the waves.

[Illustration: A TORII.]

Four hundred years ago Tokio was a fishing hamlet. Not until 1603 did
it become the military capital; and since that time it has been so
frequently burned down and rebuilt, that it may be compared to the human
body, the particles of which are said at certain intervals to be entirely
renewed. In fact, statistics prove that, on an average, the city every
thirty years has risen anew from its ashes. In 1895, at a single fire,
four thousand houses were destroyed.

[Illustration: LOOKING DOWN UPON TOKIO.]

It is no easy task to explore thoroughly the Japanese labyrinth
called Tokio, but one great central object forms, at least, a
starting-point,--the imperial palace. Around it, like a warrior's belt,
is drawn a moat so broad and deep that it might easily be deemed a river.
The vast extent of this enclosure, its highly finished wall of stone,
the silent, waveless stretch of water which surrounds it,--all these add
mystery to one whose residence is so secluded from the eyes of men. Yet
it is only recently that the Mikado has lived here. Thirty years ago the
residence of Japanese sovereigns was a retired palace in the ancient city
of Kioto. It may well be called "retired," for previous to the revolution
of 1869 (which may be called the new birth of Japan) the Japanese for
centuries had never seen the face of the Mikado. In giving audiences,
even to his priests and nobles, he sat invisible behind a screen. When
he walked out within his garden, carpets were spread before him to keep
his sacred feet from contact with the earth. If he drove out, it was in a
covered carriage, closed by screens, and as he passed along his subjects
knelt in the attitude of prayer. Thus, century after century, these
sovereigns lived,--each one in turn a monarch yet a captive, a god and
yet a slave.

[Illustration: BRIDGE TO THE EMPEROR'S PALACE, TOKIO.]

Meanwhile, in one of the stately castles of Japan there lived the
Mikado's representative, or viceroy; for, of course, the Japanese
emperors did not govern. How could they? They were imprisoned by their
own divinity. A mediator between the monarch and his subjects had
to be appointed, to act as overseer of the realm. Previous to 1869
therefore--for nearly seven hundred years--two rulers had existed in
Japan. One was the theoretical sovereign, to whom all gave allegiance,
but who accomplished nothing,--the Mikado; the other was the practical
executive,--the military regent, called the Shogun.

[Illustration: SHOGUN'S PALACE, OSAKA.]

[Illustration: THE MOAT AROUND THE PALACE, TOKIO.]

In the small town of Shizuoka we saw the modest house where was still
residing, like a country gentleman, the last of the once powerful Shoguns
of Japan; for a change has taken place in the Mikado's empire. The
Shoguns, who for centuries had been the actual sovereigns of the realm,
and one of whom was in full power when the American fleet arrived in
Yokohama, have now completely disappeared. Less than thirty years ago,
from the secret precincts of his palace in Kioto, the lawful ruler, the
present Mikado, was brought to light, like one who had been immured
within a dungeon. In 1872, for the first time in a thousand years, a
Japanese emperor freely appeared before his subjects. He was at that time
a young man, twenty-two years of age, and was actually traveling by
rail from Yokohama to Tokio, thenceforth to make that city his abode and
capital. On that occasion, we are told, the loyalty and enthusiasm of his
subjects knew no bounds. As the train moved off with the young emperor,
restored to his ancestral power, there rang out on the air a melody which
thrilled all hearts. It was the national anthem of Japan, the strains of
which were first heard when savage tribes were hunting by the Thames and
Rome was mistress of the world.

[Illustration: HOME OF THE RETIRED SHOGUN, SHIZUOKA.]

[Illustration: WHERE SOME OF THE SHOGUNS ARE BURIED.]

[Illustration: NEAR A HERO'S GRAVE.]

[Illustration: SHOGUN'S RESIDENCE, NAGOYA.]

[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO THE SHOGUNS TEMPLE, TOKIO.]

One might suppose that such a sudden rise in power, combined with the
amazing changes in his empire, would have been ruinous to this young
sovereign, for at the time of the restoration he was but sixteen years
old. But he was evidently the man for the occasion, and has since proved
himself an assiduous student and enlightened ruler. This man, who, as a
youth, knew almost nothing of the existence of such foreign lands, now
reads the literatures of England, France, and Germany.

[Illustration: OLD FEUDAL RESIDENCE, TOKIO.]

Moreover, this hundred and twenty-first Mikado of his line--the
representative of the oldest dynasty on earth, whose founder reigned
here five hundred years before the death of Julius Cæsar,--has not only
adopted European dress and customs, but has favored the introduction
of all the great inventions of the present age. Nevertheless, he had
the wisdom to restrain his subjects in their first eagerness to adopt
everything European, when they were even ready to destroy, as worthless,
some of their ancient castles, shrines, and statues. And now that a
reaction has set in, and the Japanese are once more proud to cherish
the memorials of their ancestors, they are sincerely grateful to their
emperor, because at the great national crisis he showed sufficient tact
and independence to steer between the rocks of servile imitation on the
one side and dull conservatism on the other, and, while the ship of state
was trembling in the rapids of that flood of progress, he maintained a
firm hand on the helm.

[Illustration: A MODERN CASTLE.]

[Illustration: A LADY OF TOKIO.]

The houses of the old Japanese nobles in Tokio recall many other striking
contrasts between the past and the present. Until recently, for nearly a
thousand years, Japan had many feudal lords, called Daimios. Most of them
lived in Tokio for at least six months of every year, under the Shogun's
watchful eye. But the great revolution of 1869 completely swept away the
feudalism of centuries, and one by one, at the command of the Mikado, the
Daimios gave up their swords, dismissed their armed retainers, renounced,
to some extent, their vast estates and revenues, and, as a rule, retired
to private life.

Yet one must not suppose that the Japan of the present day has no
nobility. Some years ago there was a grand revision of all ranks and
titles. The old, distinguished families still form the nucleus of the
aristocracy; but to their ranks have been added many men conspicuous
for their talents, or for their loyalty to the new _régime_. We had the
pleasure of meeting one who lives in close relations with the emperor. We
found him a refined and courteous gentleman, dressed in a faultless suit
of broadcloth, and speaking French and English fluently. As we conversed
with him, however, our thoughts would stray from his appearance to that
which his own father, doubtless, had presented, when Commodore Perry
moored his fleet in Mississippi Bay. For his father had been one of those
warriors of old Japan, called Samurai.

[Illustration: AN OLD-TIME SWORDSMAN.]

[Illustration: AN OLD-FASHIONED DUEL, AND UMPIRE.]

[Illustration: CENTENARIAN TREES.]

A certain number of these men adhered to every Daimio, lived at his
castle, fought his battles, and, not content with one sword, always
carried two, as distinctive symbols of their rank. Yet now the old-time
swordsman, if alive, has no doubt ceased to shave his head, has laid
aside his singular costume, and has even put his swords away as relics of
his youthful days, since no civilian is at present allowed to wear them.
It is said that this class of Japanese suffered most from the revolution,
for they suddenly found their occupation completely gone. Untrained for
work and ill-adapted to the sudden change, their situation was at first
deplorable. Hence it is little short of marvelous that such a radical
transformation could have been effected in Japan without frequent
insurrections. The sight of this great nation turning from feudalism to
a constitutional monarchy, at the cost of rank, fame, wealth, and even
livelihood, for tens of thousands of its foremost citizens, gives proof
of a wide-spread, unselfish patriotism, perhaps unequaled in the world's
history.

[Illustration: THE PRINCIPAL THEATRE IN TOKIO.]

Not less remarkable is the recent progress of education in this "Land
of the Rising Sun." The educational systems of all other nations have
ripened slowly, and rest on centuries of experience. But twenty-five
years ago, Japan had practically nothing of the kind. Accordingly, her
brightest and most promising youths went forth to gather knowledge in
the western world. She was eclectic in her method. Some were sent
to England, some to Germany, others to France, and many to America.
Accomplished foreign teachers also were induced to come and give
instruction in Japanese schools; and how astonishing has been the result!
In Tokio the buildings of the Imperial University cover fifteen acres of
ground, and include admirable class-rooms, dormitories, laboratories,
a hospital, and residences for the faculty. Here, in one department,
are taught mathematics, astronomy, chemistry and geology; in another,
civil and electrical engineering, naval architecture and metallurgy;
in another, philosophy and the modern European languages; in still
another, Japanese and Chinese history and literature. The University
has also a Law School and a College of Medicine and Pharmacy, in each
of which a four years' course is required. There are in all one hundred
and twenty-three professors in the institution, fifteen of whom are
foreigners, while more than fifty lecturers are also in the employ of the
directors. Nor is this all, for in addition to this splendid University,
there are in Tokio private colleges, commercial schools, military and
naval academies, and a school of fine arts, besides an educational
institution for the dumb and the blind; and not the least noteworthy is
a common school system whereby the poorest child in Japan may obtain at
least a rudimentary education.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE ACTOR.]

[Illustration: A SACRED GATE.]

Let no one think, however, that all these changes, surprising though
they are, have wholly done away with "old" Japan. The contrary is proved
by countless characteristic sights, even in modernized Tokio. In their
houses, theatres, shops, and festivals, and in their modes of bathing,
eating, drinking, sleeping, and working, the vast majority of Japanese
are to-day what they were centuries ago.

[Illustration: IN WINTER COSTUME.]

[Illustration: A DAIMIO'S HOME, TOKIO.]

On our first day in Tokio, as we descended from the hill where we had
gained a comprehensive view of the great city, we paused to note, at the
foot of a long stone staircase, a singular gateway built of granite. The
tourist may well observe such structures closely, for one of the most
common architectural features of Japan is this peculiar style of portal,
called a _torii_. In granite, wood, or bronze, such gateways usually mark
the approach to a temple, shrine, or sacred statue. Nothing could be more
simple. Two upright shafts are met and crossed by horizontal bars, the
higher ones curving slightly upward at the ends. This is in one sense
all, and the beholder at first sees little in them to admire; but, after
a time, the foreigner in Japan expects them as essential features of
every landscape, and welcomes them, like some sweet refrain, which, first
heard in the overture, repeats itself in various disguises through the
music of an opera.

[Illustration: A TORII OR SACRED GATE.]

There are two theories in regard to the origin of these sacred portals.
The first maintains that they were intended originally for perches,
upon which birds (which are occasionally liberated even now at Japanese
temples) might pause before they took their heavenward flight to bear
aloft the prayers of those who gave them freedom. The second theory
affirms that these straight columns, with their curving cross-pieces, are
derivative forms of the Chinese letter, or ideograph, which signifies
Heaven.

[Illustration: A RUSTIC TORII.]

The latter explanation appears to be the more probable one; at all
events, whatever may have been their origin, the architectural design
of these peculiar structures is of immense antiquity. Such gateways,
tradition hints, were extant twenty centuries ago; and it is worthy of
remark that, despite the marvelous changes that have recently transformed
Japan, no hand has ever been raised to mutilate these memorials of the
past, or even to change a line of that mysterious hieroglyph which they
so sharply outline against the sky.

[Illustration: GROUP OF TORII.]

In the immediate vicinity of these sacred arches, one usually sees a
multitude of monuments, from five to seven feet in height. Sometimes
these line, for a considerable distance, the avenues of approach to tombs
and temples, and are compactly ranged in serried ranks, like soldiers at
a dress parade, or people waiting for some grand procession. They are
called lanterns, from the fact that, on special festivals, a lamp is
placed in each of them, in honor of the hallowed dead. But the chief part
they play is ornamental. Most of them are of stone; but some consist of
beautifully decorated bronze,--real masterpieces of that art in which
the Japanese excel. To many are attached bronze bells and circular
medallions, bearing the crests of the imperial family or those of the
military chieftains of Japan. With few exceptions, the finest ones have
been presented by Japanese nobles, as proofs of their devotion to the
shrine itself, or their esteem for those who are buried there.

[Illustration: JAPANESE LANTERNS.]

[Illustration: APPROACH TO THE TEMPLES, NIKKO.]

[Illustration: IN SERRIED RANKS.]

[Illustration: A BRONZE LANTERN.]

[Illustration: BLOSSOM-LADEN BANKS.]

One of the principal pleasure-resorts of Tokio is Ueno Park. It is
especially attractive in the month of April, when all its cherry-trees
are radiant with blossoms. These lovely flowers are usually pink in
color, and grow in clusters several inches wide. Poets have sung their
praises here for centuries. They are to Japan what roses are to western
nations. Their blooming-time is one of the national festivals. Some
avenues in the Mikado's capital are lined with these resplendent trees,
and are famous throughout the country for their wealth of coloring.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE TEMPLE.]

There is a little stream in Tokio which, every year, about the middle of
April, flows for two miles between blossom-laden banks. Crowds gather
then from miles around, to gaze upon its beauty. The newspapers announce
each day the progress of the coloring, and maps of the city are sold, on
which are indicated in pink the groves of cherry-trees. Old Mother Earth
grows young again, and every heart, however sad, becomes rejuvenated too,
at the sight of thousands of these huge bouquets, lifting their clouds of
pale pink blossoms toward the light blue sky. Hundreds of pleasure-boats
also then float along the stream, which mirrors the gorgeous spectacle
above. A Japanese poet says: "I wish to cross the river, but fear to cut
the brocade upon its surface." Meanwhile, along the banks are thousands
of other admirers, on foot or in jinrikishas; and not infrequently a
mischievous breeze plucks handfuls of the dainty petals and scatters them
upon the upturned faces, like flakes of tinted snow.

[Illustration: A TEA-HOUSE ORNAMENTED WITH WISTARIA.]

As we might expect from such a refined and artistic race, the Japanese
are enthusiastic in their love of flowers. One of their favorite deities
is called "The Goddess who causes the blossoms to open." With them, to
make up parties for a floral exhibition is just as fashionable as for
us to arrange box-parties for the theatre. Even in winter they will
not allow themselves to be deprived of some enjoyment of this sort.
Hence they call snow-crystals a kind of flower, and expeditions to see
snow-displays form one of the regular amusements of the season.

[Illustration: A DWARF MAPLE.]

[Illustration: THE GREAT TREE NEAR LAKE BIWA.]

The land of the Mikado is with reason often called the Land of Flowers,
for each month of the year has its special blossoms which the Japanese
admire, and which together form an unbroken garland for the brow of
Time. Particularly beautiful is the Japanese wistaria, which blooms in
May, soon after the departure of the cherry-blossoms. This lovely vine
is trained on trellises, and covers bridges, canopies, and arbors with
magnificent purple clusters, two, and even three feet long. Japanese
tea-houses find it extremely profitable to decorate their gardens thus,
as thousands are attracted thither, who, as a matter of course, drink tea
upon the premises. It is precisely of such exhibitions that this peculiar
nation is most fond. With one or two exceptions, they do not seem to care
for cultivated flowers, preferring flowering trees and vines, like the
wistaria, plum, and cherry. In all the gardens that we visited in Japan,
we never saw a flower-bed. In fact, Japanese gardens differ from our own
as completely as a jinrikisha differs from a tally-ho coach. They are all
essentially alike, whether they cover several acres or only a tiny court
behind the house. If possible, an artificial lake is formed; large, if
the space permits; if not, a little tank of water containing half-a-dozen
goldfish must suffice. Rocks are heaped up to take the place of cliffs.

[Illustration: FOREST SOLITUDE.]

[Illustration: JAPANESE LANDSCAPE GARDENING.]

A path of pebbles represents a river-bed. A tiny beach of smooth, white
sand is made along the shore. Islands are also manufactured, with
fantastic bridges; and here and there among the trees we see a quaint
display of garden lanterns, miniature pagodas, fountains, grottoes, and
occasional statues. But of smooth lawns and ornamental flowers, like our
own, we find in Japanese gardens not a trace. What seems to take their
place in the affections of the Japanese is the cultivation of dwarf
trees. These are among the marvels of Japan. At first, we could hardly
believe our eyes, when we saw maples, pines, and oaks, from sixty to
one hundred years old, possessing crooked limbs and gnarled and twisted
trunks, though they were scarcely more than two feet high, and had their
roots confined within the limits of a flower-pot! Just what the secret
is of limiting the growth of these old monarchs of the forest, while
yet preserving their vitality, we did not learn. It is, however, an art
of which the Japanese are passionately fond, and which an experience
of centuries has brought to perfection. These hardy dwarfs are often
looked upon as precious heirlooms, and are carefully watched and tended
by the family from generation to generation. What a strange notion
this,--of dwarfing landscapes to the limit of a courtyard, and stunting
noble trees till they appear like a forest looked at through the large
end of a telescope! Sometimes, however, the taste of the Japanese in
arboriculture goes to the other extreme, and large trees are chosen
as objects of regard. These are often trained and trimmed, till they
resemble mammoth fans, pagodas, or stately boats with curving prows and
lofty masts adorned with tiny sails. Although ingenious, this seemed to
us like trifling with nature,--a parody of the sublime,--a burlesque of
the beautiful.

[Illustration: A TREE TRIMMED TO REPRESENT A SHIP.]

[Illustration: A LOTUS BED.]

The glory of the month of August in Japan is the sacred lotus-flower,
with whose broad leaves the moats in Tokio are filled. Growing from
muddy, stagnant water, yet holding up to heaven its flowers always
fresh and pure, the lotus is regarded as the symbol of the religious
life,--aspiring from unfavorable conditions to a state of purity. The
Buddhist writings say: "Though thou be born in a hovel, if thou hast
virtue, thou art like the lotus growing from the slime." Accordingly the
lotus is, _par excellence_, the flower of the Buddhist faith, associated
with the mysteries of death and immortality. Bronze vases, filled with
lotus-flowers made of metal, stand on all Buddhist altars, and statues of
Buddha have usually, as an appropriate pedestal, a smooth lotus-leaf in
stone or bronze.

[Illustration: STATUES OF BUDDHA WITH LOTUS PEDESTALS.]

[Illustration: THE NATIONAL FLOWER.]

Early November brings still another source of pleasure to the Japanese
in the chrysanthemum. Opinions differ as to whether this, or the
cherry-blossom, should be regarded as the Japanese national flower. To
us it seemed that the chrysanthemum should have that proud distinction;
for it is used as the crest of the imperial family; and the Mikado's
birthday, the third of November, is usually made the opening day for all
chrysanthemum exhibitions.

[Illustration: AUTUMNAL FOLIAGE.]

In cultivating this flower, the Japanese have shown extraordinary skill.
Some of their bushes are said to bear as many as four hundred perfect
flowers at one time. Five or six varieties sometimes grow upon a single
plant, and there are claimed to be, in all, two hundred and sixty-nine in
the Mikado's empire. Moreover, since it blossoms longer than most other
flowers, it is associated with the idea of longevity. One Japanese river,
into whose limpid waters great showers of chrysanthemum petals fall, is
thought to insure to a good old age the lives of those who drink from its
invigorating flood.

[Illustration: THE MODERNIZING RAILWAY.]

But perhaps the most gorgeous of the natural displays, which in Japan
adorn with a continuous brilliancy the path of the revolving year, is its
autumnal foliage. Then, as the Japanese poets say, the maple-trees put
on their damask robes. This also is thought to be a floral exhibition,
for bright-colored leaves are looked upon by the Japanese as flowers. The
subjects of the Mikado have, like ourselves, that most delicious season
of the year when the warm breath of summer still retards the frost.
We call it Indian Summer: their name for it is Little Spring. It is a
pretty--almost a pathetic--thought, to connect thus the deep, strong,
passionate hues that mark the year's maturity with the faint blushes of
the cherry-blossoms, which betoken youth. The year has lived through
much since that pink blush adorned its cheeks. The autumnal colors may
be richer and more effective, but that first bloom of hope and innocence
will never come again.

[Illustration: A WRESTLING MATCH.]

During our stay in Tokio, we one day visited a wrestling match. The
scene of its occurrence, though in the heart of the city, resembled the
enclosure of a country circus. On pushing through the crowd, we saw, in
the centre, an elevated platform covered with sand. Above this was a
highly decorated canopy, supported by tall bamboo poles, and gathered
round it was the expectant populace. The second story of the structure
consisted of a gallery made of bamboo rods, which, tied together, formed
a floor resembling an enormous grid-iron. This gallery was divided into
little areas, which served as private boxes for the entertainment.

[Illustration: A WRESTLER.]

We climbed up into one of these by means of a ladder, and tea and cakes
were subsequently brought to us; but we could not have eaten a mouthful,
unless fed by our attendant, for we were fully occupied in clinging to
the bamboo poles, like canary birds to their perches. There presently
appeared upon the stage a human monster, who seemed to have a gorgeous
lambrequin tied about his waist. This giant was a great surprise to
us. The Japanese are usually small their women seem like girls; their
children look like dolls their dwellings have the appearance of magnified
bird-cages their vehicle of transportation is a baby-carriage. Their
wrestlers, however, are enormous. Such mountainous displays of fat and
muscle we had never seen. One after another, fifty such giants stood
fronting us for a moment with uplifted arms, while an official read their
names to the admiring spectators. Twenty-five wrestlers were then chosen
to contend on one side and as many on the other. The prize was to be
given to whichever side should win the greatest number of single combats.

[Illustration: LIKE MAMMOTH BULL-FROGS.]

A moment later, the "lambrequins" were laid aside. A couple of huge
wrestlers squatted on the sand, like mammoth bull-frogs ready for a jump.
They had already rubbed their hands in the sand to make them gritty and
tenacious. Beside them stood the umpire, holding in his hand a fan. With
this he gave his signal to the wrestlers, much as a musical director
leads his orchestra. His word is law, and he decides whether the start
is properly made and whether the rules have been observed. A few false
springs were made at first, and the great crowd became impatient. At
last, however, the wrestlers fairly caught each other, and began the
struggle. For several minutes they tugged and strained, until it seemed
that neither could possibly gain the advantage. Meantime the Japanese
grew more and more excited, for all these wrestlers are well-known, and
have their patrons and admirers. One whom we saw is famous for having
thrown three rivals in succession. This is, of course, a proof of great
endurance; for by the time the third encounter comes, the victor must
necessarily be much exhausted.

[Illustration: "THEY TUGGED AND STRAINED."]

In the first match, however, the wrestlers whom we watched had no easy
task; but, presently, one of them saw his opportunity, and caught his
enemy under the left leg. The other instantly reached over his shoulder
and clutched his opponent's belt. For a few seconds neither moved. Then,
with a fearful lurch, the giant who had gained the advantage lifted his
rival off the ground, and swung him headlong over his shoulder clear off
the platform to the sand below. We felt our bamboo perch in the gallery
shake when the body struck. The conqueror was, of course, hailed with
shouts of triumph, and in five minutes all was ready for another contest.

[Illustration: AN ACROBAT.]

At the conclusion of the spectacle, as we were making our exit through
the crowd, we stopped to watch some Japanese acrobats, one of whom danced
upon a swinging rope with more agility and skill than we had ever seen.
"By the way," said a friend at my side, "do you know that once in the
history of this country the Japanese throne itself was wrestled for? It
happened just a thousand years ago. The Mikado died and left two sons,
each of whom claimed to be the rightful heir. Instead of plunging the
nation into civil war, they submitted their rival claims to a couple
of famous wrestlers, each agreeing to abide by the result! Who shall
say that there are not worse methods than this old Japanese mode of
arbitration?"

[Illustration: VILLAGE OF NIKKO.]

One of the most renowned and sacred places of resort, alike for pilgrims
and for tourists in Japan, is Nikko. "Nikko!" How little that brief name
suggests to those whose feet have never trod its hallowed paths; but, oh,
how much to those whose recollections of it are a joy forever! The mere
approach to it is astonishing. It is a sacred road, over twenty miles in
length, and lined for the most part on both sides with the grand cedars
of Japan. These trees, called cryptomerias, frequently attain a height of
two hundred feet, and are probably unsurpassed in size save by the giants
of our own Yosemite.

[Illustration: THE SACRED BRIDGE, NIKKO.]

[Illustration: TIER UPON TIER AND TERRACE UPON TERRACE.]

[Illustration: CHARACTERISTIC ARCHITECTURE.]

It was late in the afternoon when we reached the terminus of this avenue.
Before us rose a densely wooded mountain, around which swept a wild,
impetuous stream. Spanning this foaming torrent is the sacred bridge of
Nikko, whose floor and sides are covered with beautiful red lacquer, as
smooth to the touch as polished mahogany, and which is ornamented here
and there with tips of brass. In ancient times, none but the Shoguns
ever stepped upon this bridge; none but the emperor may do so now. When
General Grant, however, was traveling in Japan, the Mikado paid him the
unusual compliment of ordering this bridge to be thrown open for his
passage. But, from a delicate appreciation of the people's feelings, the
General modestly declined the honor and took the regular, frequented path.

[Illustration: THE ROAD TO NIKKO.]

Leaving behind us this ornate but untrodden bridge, we began to ascend
the hill itself. From time to time we halted, astonished and bewildered.
Imagine a mountain, covered with thousands of the most magnificent
cedar-trees that the Creator ever caused to grow; then realize that upon
this mountain and among these trees there is what may be called a sacred
citadel, rising tier above tier, and terrace upon terrace, each covering
several acres. Toward each plateau ascends a flight of broad stone steps.
In front of each is placed the characteristic gateway of Japan,--the
sharp-cut, mysterious _torii_, hewn out of massive stone or made of
polished bronze. In one place there is a beautifully decorated fountain,
at which all pilgrims wash their hands and mouths before approaching more
closely to the temples of their gods.

[Illustration: THE PILGRIMS' FOUNTAIN, NIKKO.]

[Illustration: ON ONE OF THE TERRACES.]

Ascending one of the staircases of stone, we stood in an extensive area,
where structures met our gaze so unlike all that we had elsewhere seen
that we were fain to believe our senses were deceiving us, and that it
was all an illusion,--a cunning trick for stage effect, which, when the
play was over, would completely vanish. Along the terraces, like jewels
darkened by the forest gloom, were belfries which appeared encased with
precious stones; fountains adorned with ornaments of gilded bronze;
picturesque temples bright with every color of the rainbow; lacquered
pagodas, rivaling the trees in height; and huge bronze bells, whose
solemn tones, in rhythmic waves of sound, roll on in grand reverberations
through these sacred avenues. But how powerless is language to portray a
place like this! Words impotently creep before the grand impressiveness
of Nikko, as insects crawl beneath its cryptomerias.

[Illustration: A GATEWAY AT NIKKO.]

[Illustration: A QUIET CORNER.]

[Illustration: PRIESTLY VESTMENTS.]

[Illustration: A PROCESSION AT NIKKO.]

[Illustration: AMONG THE SHRINES.]

As we advanced still farther through these wonderful enclosures, it
seemed like walking through a village whose buildings still remained in
symmetry and beauty, yet whose inhabitants had disappeared. The silence
of these courts was most impressive. Apparently, they have no guardians.
Only the moss-grown lanterns stand about each shrine, like sentinels
transformed to stone. Astonished and perplexed, we asked the meaning of
these structures, and learned that some are treasure-houses, where are
preserved the personal relics of the Shoguns and many of the gorgeous
robes, embroidered banners, and superb insignia which still, on festal
days, are borne in solemn state along these paths beneath a boundless
canopy of shade, just as they have been borne for centuries. For the old
trees of Nikko have looked down for nearly a thousand years on lines of
richly decorated priests and pilgrims moving in solemn pageantry along
these shadowy pathways consecrated to the gods. The individuals may come
and go, but the processions never fail--much as the bright-tinted leaves
fall here in autumn, to return no more, while the old trees live on.

[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO TEMPLE, NIKKO.]

[Illustration: A TARGET FOR MASTICATED PRAYERS.]

At last we stood before one of the many sacred gates which lead to
Nikko's shrines or sepulchres. Each displays against the foliage beyond
a mass of variegated color. In every case the roof curves slightly
upward at the base, and has a covering of copper, marked with ornaments
in brass. To the right and left of all such passageways are massive
wooden columns, lacquered red, and in the alcoves thus constructed at
this gate we saw, to our amazement, two grotesque statues of colossal
size. They seemed a startling union of Hercules and Mephistopheles. Yet
these repulsive figures represent gods, whose special duty is to scare
demons from the temple gates. We have no certain information about the
nervous temperament of demons, but one could well believe that these
unearthly shapes, with blood-red bodies, gaping mouths, and bulging eyes,
would throw most children into convulsions. Upon their forms and faces
are visible small marks resembling scars. These are in reality dried
paper-balls, which worshipers have first chewed into a pulp, and then
hurled at the statues, though not by any means in contempt. The pilgrim,
in the first place, writes his petition on a slip of paper; this he rolls
into a wad, which he deposits in his mouth; and, finally, when it is
softened by saliva, he throws it at the god. If it adheres to the idol's
face, the omen is propitious. If it sticks to any part of the body, there
is still some hope; but if it falls off on the ground, a favorable answer
is impossible. This custom is peculiar to Japan. One sees, of course,
numberless strange rites connected with religion in traveling about the
world, but Japan is the only land I have ever visited where deities serve
as targets for masticated prayers!

[Illustration: A GUARDIAN OF THE GATE.]

When, turning from these sculptured monsters, one looks with admiration
on the exquisitely carved and beautifully furnished temples of this
sacred citadel, one naturally exclaims: "How is it possible that the
same race, which has produced such beautiful, artistic works as these,
should also have created, and should still retain, such hideous, uncouth
statues as we have just beheld?" But one asks many such questions
in traveling through Japan. No race on earth is so astonishingly
contradictory and so full of puzzling surprises as the Japanese. "The
longer I live here," a resident of Tokio once said to me, "the less
I understand these people. A superficial knowledge of them is easily
acquired; but there is always at the last a mental gulf between the
Orient and the Occident, across which I perceive that their past is not
our past, and that their ideas on art, religion, government, the finite
and the infinite, are radically different from our own."

[Illustration: THE BRONZE PORTAL.]

[Illustration: THE PATH TO THE SHOGUN'S GRAVE.]

Leaving at length the shrines of Nikko, we climbed still farther up the
sacred mountain, by one of its great staircases of stone. It led us to a
place of which the temples are but antechambers and accessories. For this
magnificent forest is a vast sepulchral grove, in which are buried some
of the greatest statesmen of Japan.

[Illustration: NATURE'S CATHEDRAL.]

[Illustration: THE SHOGUN'S TOMB.]

[Illustration: NEAR ENOSHIMA.]

[Illustration: NEGLECTED SHRINES.]

It has been stated that previous to 1869, Japan, for seven hundred
years, had always had two sovereigns at the same time: one the ideal
and secluded monarch,--the Mikado; the other, the actual regent, known
as the Shogun. Bearing this fact in mind we reached the summit of the
staircase. Before us was a portal of black bronze, inscribed with
Sanskrit characters in gold. Behind it was a small enclosure, surrounded
by a massive wall. Only two dragon-headed dogs were stationed here as
guardians; but no one dares set foot within the sacred area,--none save
a priest may pass beneath the low-browed arch. But, standing on the
steps, we obtained at least a glimpse of what is here enshrined. It is
the tomb of Ieyasu, the most powerful military ruler of Japan. It is a
simple cylinder of bronze, six feet in height, the roof of which curves
upward like a miniature pagoda. In front, upon a pedestal of stone, are
the Japanese emblems of immortality. Here, then, the mightiest of the
Shoguns rests, in death exalted, as in life, above his subjects. It is an
awe-inspiring burial-place. Above him wave, like funeral plumes, majestic
cryptomerias; beneath him are the temples where his spirit is adored;
while, close beside him, in a deep ravine, the mountain torrent moans an
endless requiem.

[Illustration: A MOUNTAIN TORRENT.]

Yet it was when we left the Shogun's grave, and came down through the
forest by that foaming stream, that we best appreciated the grandeur
and sublimity of Nikko. Nowhere in the world, not even on the Alhambra
hill, have I been so profoundly moved and thoroughly enchanted by a walk
as by the one which winds about the sacred mountain of Japan. For miles
above and around us stretched a cryptomerian cathedral, whose columns
were the colossal trees, whose stained glass was the autumnal foliage,
whose altar-covering was the green velvet of the forest, whose surpliced
choristers were the white-robed and sweet-voiced rivers and cascades. One
may well liken it to a cathedral, for its shadowy expanse is tenanted
by countless rustic monuments and altars. Most of them looked abandoned
both by gods and men; yet, here and there, we saw that worshipers had not
forgotten them entirely, since fragrant flowers lay upon the thresholds
of the few.

[Illustration: A CRYPTOMERIAN CATHEDRAL.]

[Illustration: THE SACRED GROVE.]

[Illustration: THE LAST STRONGHOLD OF ROMANTIC PAGANISM.]

Lingering among these moss-grown emblems of an ancient faith, and
treading pathways deepened by the feet of millions long since turned to
dust, I shall never forget the impression made upon me. I felt that I was
assisting at the last hours of a great religion. "Young Japan" has no
more use for these ancestral shrines. It guards them merely as historic
souvenirs: its faith in them is gone. In one sense, I was glad of this;
but in another, I experienced here a feeling of regret. It seemed to me
that this was earth's last strong-hold of romantic paganism, and that its
life was ebbing fast.

Its sylvan gods, its nymphs and dryads of the hills, had left these
immemorial shrines; and I could easily fancy that the drops of rain which
fell that day from these old trees were in reality Nature's tears of
grief that Pan was dying. Another generation, and he will be dead.


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JAPAN

II


[Illustration: WRITING A LETTER.]




Japan

LECTURE II


[Illustration: PRINCE ITO.]


The most important dramas of the coming century will probably be enacted
on the shores of the Pacific. Neither the European coast, nor yet our
own, can now materially change; but over the mightiest ocean on our globe
new constellations have arisen. Another Oriental horoscope must now be
cast. Dormant so long, the East is re-awakening from her sleep of ages.
Russia, the grim Colossus of the North,--facing, Janus-like, both east
and west,--is making there a depot for her navy. Meantime she pushes on
by day and by night her trans-Siberian railway, whose bars of steel will
soon unite the Baltic and Pacific and revolutionize the commerce of the
world. In the Northern Pacific, England and France have interests which
are steadily increasing. Southward, Australia, and New Zealand too,
must be considered carefully in any forecast of the future. Last, but
not least, our own Pacific coast, with its magnificent shore-front of
California and Alaska, and the boundless possibilities of Puget Sound,
will fifty years hence have enormous interests at stake. Meanwhile,
Japan, central to all these various lands, keen, bold, and active, both
in war and peace, has suddenly surpassed all records in her wonderful
development, and even now can almost keep step with the great Western
Powers.

[Illustration: A DISTANT MARKET FOR CONNECTICUT CLOCKS.]

In 1892, the writer visited the Mikado's empire, and on his return spoke
enthusiastically of its people. But what he said of China was precisely
the reverse. On this account, some thought that he exaggerated the
virtues of the one and the vices of the other. But the events of 1895
verified his words. China has sunk still lower in the estimation of
mankind, while Japan has risen far above the expectations of her warmest
friends. In fact, Japan, in many ways, is now the most interesting
country in the world. She is the pioneer of progress in the Orient.
Consider her amazing growth in manufactures. By these she may ere long
control the commerce of the entire East. Look at her admirable schools
and universities. They can be favorably compared with not a few in
Europe. Think of her government, which in less than twenty-five years
has achieved what it took Europe centuries to accomplish,--to rid herself
of feudalism and become a constitutional monarchy. Regard her army, which
accomplished marvels in the recent war; and her navy, which elicited the
admiration of the world.

[Illustration: THE EDWIN BOOTH OF JAPAN.]

In all these respects we find a national transformation, which in
rapidity at least has had no parallel in history. It is, then, this
extraordinary land, which has a long and brilliant past, and is
apparently to have a still more brilliant future, that we are now to
explore still farther.

However novel and attractive the cities of the Mikado's empire may be,
it is from traveling through the country of Japan that one derives the
greatest pleasure and instruction. For it is not what Japan has borrowed
from the western world that most delights the foreign tourist. On the
contrary, the more he sees of their artistic, happy, natural life, away
from foreign contact, the better he likes it.

It was on a beautiful October morning, that, leaving cities and railways
for a time behind us, we began our journey through a few of the Mikado's
provinces. Seating ourselves in jinrikishas, we dashed across a little
bridge and up a mountain gorge which led to Miyanóshita. There are few
things more thoroughly delightful than traveling through a mountainous
country in a carriage or on horseback. On a former trip I had thought
that nothing could approach in pleasure this mode of traveling in Norway.
But here it proved fully as enjoyable. It is true, the grandeur of
Norwegian scenery is not met with in Japan; but, on the other hand, the
charming novelty of everything one sees makes such excursions peerless in
the traveler's memory.

[Illustration: APPROACHING MIYANÓSHITA.]


At first, our road was an embowered lane winding along a mountain-side,
green to the summit with luxuriant foliage. There was no parapet
along the edge, as on the mountain roads of Switzerland; but, as a
reassuring compensation, we had no horses here to back or shy or roll
us down the precipices. The steeds that drew us up the narrow path were
copper-colored athletes, driven tandem, and without need of rein or
whip. On, on they went with ceaseless energy, their splendid muscles
working like machinery. Insensible to fatigue, they laughed and talked
incessantly, asking only one favor of their drivers,--that of being
allowed to reduce their clothing to the scantiest limits. Below us, as
we rode along, was an impetuous stream, which lured from time to time
adventurous water-falls to join its course. We halted to admire one of
these at our leisure. Its special charm was not its height, though it
descends several hundred feet: it was the wealth of colored foliage that
made for it a frame of green and gold. A little to the left, an opening
in the trees revealed a tiny shrine, and in the foreground stood an aged
priest, who had stopped to gaze in wonder at such strange intruders.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE VILLAGE NEAR MIYANÓSHITA.]

[Illustration: A BIT OF JAPAN.]

What pictures thus disclose themselves at every turn throughout this
marvelous country! Anywhere else you would pronounce them stage
effects--the cataracts which resemble tangled skeins of silken floss; the
miniature pagodas interspersed among the trees; and, brightening all with
life and color, the Japanese women with their brilliant sashes, as if the
vanished nymphs and dryads of the place had now assumed material shapes,
intending to be worshiped somehow, even by the skeptics.

[Illustration: RURAL SCENERY IN JAPAN.]

[Illustration: A MOUNTAIN STREAM.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE FAIR.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE BRIDGE.]

Yet this is what one sees continually in Japan. What would in other lands
seem artificial, is here only natural. Accordingly, the charm of Japanese
scenery is enhanced by the surroundings given it by man. Picturesque
figures, clad in robes as multicolored as the trees themselves; bridges,
temples, and pagodas, often as brilliant as the autumnal leaves around
them--these make the landscapes irresistibly attractive, as if both man
and Nature had agreed to wear at the same time their holiday attire. One
feels that he is traveling through a land where Nature is adored, where
animals are kindly treated, and where such pleasing and poetic myths as
we associate only with ancient Greece and Rome are still believed by
many faithful souls, and make each forest the abode of rural deities and
every mountain rivulet a place of prayer.

[Illustration: A FARMER IN HIS WORKING SUIT.]

As we moved farther up the valley, we found at every turn some new source
of enjoyment; first, in the vivid foliage, which made the mountains seem
like huge bouquets of ferns; then, in the silvery stream whose voice
would shout a welcome to us as it hurried on; and lastly, in the little
Japanese inns, along whose carved-wood balconies were hung red paper
lanterns, that glowed at night like monster rubies, and gave to the whole
scene that charmingly unreal, or theatrical effect, so characteristic of
Japan.

[Illustration: A RUSTIC BRIDGE.]

Seeing some buildings on the opposite bank, we asked: "How do you
cross here from shore to shore? Boats surely are not possible; nor are
there any bridges, unless--but certainly those tiny structures yonder,
stretched like a spider's web across the flood, cannot be bridges!" Yet
closer scrutiny revealed the fact that they are really used as a means
of transportation. Long poles of bamboo, bound about with reeds, and
supported in the centre by a rough-hewn tripod,--such are the structures
often spanning mountain-torrents in Japan! If swept away, they can easily
be replaced; and, while they last, the peasants cross them fearlessly.

[Illustration: A CHARACTERISTIC VIEW.]

"But how about wagons, carriages, and horses?" we inquired, only to be
again reminded, with a laugh, that no provision need be made for them,
for carriage-roads do not yet exist in these mountain regions, and
horses are almost as rare as centaurs. In fact, one of the first things
to impress us in these rural districts was the absence of animals. We
saw no oxen, sheep, or donkeys, and only in rare instances a pony.
Japanese farmers hardly know what meat, milk, and butter are, and
when one recollects that they have never eaten bread, and have no word
for it in their language, one naturally asks, "On what do they live?"
Through our interpreter, we questioned a young laborer who was returning
homeward from the fields in his everyday working-suit of clothes. He was
well-formed and looked well-nourished, like most of his fellows, yet he
assured us that only fish, rice, and vegetables formed his diet. When,
therefore, one considers how much hard work the Japanese perform, and
thinks of all the thousands here, who, in lieu of horses, haul heavy
loads of wood and stone, it cannot be denied that they derive from their
food quite as much strength as we do from ours. It is true, doctors
declare that Japanese food, while good for peasants working in the open
air, is bad for those who lead a sedentary life. But is anything good for
those who lead a sedentary life?

[Illustration: A JAPANESE MEAL.]

[Illustration: A POSTMAN.]

[Illustration: GATHERING SEA FOOD.]

"What," we inquired somewhat impatiently, "is the meaning of this dearth
of animal life,--here, where a million acres on these verdant hills would
give the best of pasturage for cattle?" The explanation given us was a
religious one; for the Buddhist faith declares that to destroy any living
creature is a sin. This doctrine, through successive centuries, has had a
great effect upon the people. It practically forbids them to eat meat. If
the United States, therefore, should ever become Buddhistic, a colossal
industry of the West would disappear. No doubt, in time, stock-farms will
be established in Japan, as foreigners create a large demand for beef,
butter, milk, and cream; but agricultural customs are always slow to
change. One might have supposed that catching fish would also have been
prohibited by Buddhism, since that involves the sacrifice of life. But,
as the waters around the Japanese islands fairly swarm with them, to
have forbidden the people fish would have removed their staple article of
diet, and caused a positive hatred for the new religion. It is probable,
therefore, that the Buddhist priests knew (just as well as the Japanese
fishermen) where to draw the line.

[Illustration: HOTEL AT MIYANÓSHITA.]

One day, as we were rolling through the country in jinrikishas, we saw
approaching us an extraordinary apparition.

"What is it," we exclaimed, "a winged Mercury, or a Coney Island bather
rushing to the beach?"

"That is the letter-carrier," was the reply; "and the small waterproof
paper bag at the end of his bamboo pole contains the mail."

[Illustration: TATTOOED MAN.]

[Illustration: A POST-OFFICE.]

In fact, where villages are not reached by a railroad, the old system
of swift couriers still prevails. Let us not laugh, however, at Japan's
postal service. It was only started in 1871; but it is already extended
over the entire country, with more than five thousand post-offices and
postal savings-banks. In 1881, after only ten years' growth, it carried
ninety-five million letters and postal-cards, and its rate of postage
is the cheapest in the world. A country postman, it is true, is rather
oddly dressed. One thinks, at first, perhaps, that he is wearing a
gaily-colored jersey. Not at all--his only garment is a cloth about
the waist, with a kerchief around his head to keep the perspiration
out of his eyes, and he has straw sandals on his feet. He is tattooed.
It seems impossible, at a first glance, that such elaborate decoration
is produced by sepia and vermilion alone, carefully pricked in with
needles; nevertheless it is a fact. These brilliant hues are proof
against the greatest amount of washing, tattooed man could no more
change his colors than could an Ethiopian his skin or a leopard his
spots. In feudal times this style of ornamentation was resorted to by
the Japanese for the same reason that their hideous masks were worn in
battle,--in order to inspire fear. Even now, although the custom is
prohibited, some wonderful specimens of tattooing can be seen; and from
actual observation we were forced to believe the statement that artists
in that line are able to prick into the skin a fairly faithful likeness
of the man himself, or perchance of a friend. Such workmen now complain
that they have little opportunity to practice their profession. Some
patronage, however, still comes to them from youthful foreigners. Two
sons of the Prince of Wales, for example, as well as Prince George of
Greece, have on their bodies specimens of this ornamentation; and if some
travelers whom we met here could be induced to raise their sleeves they
would display to their astonished friends one or two very pretty Japanese
views,--"colored,"--though not "dissolving."

[Illustration: AT MIYANÓSHITA.]

[Illustration: RURAL SCENERY.]

One of the first and most delightful halting-places in our trip across
Japan was the hotel at Miyanóshita. It is as dainty as a lacquered box,
with floors, chairs, and balustrades as neat as wax and beautifully
polished. The rooms are furnished simply, but in European style; the food
is specially prepared for foreigners; and in cold weather the corridors
can be enclosed in glass. What wonder, then, that tourists resort to
Miyanóshita? For, in addition to its good hotel, it has the best of
mountain air and delightful hot baths from a natural spring, and is a
starting-point for many notable excursions. On most of these, however,
jinrikishas cannot be used.

From this point on, the beaten roads are left, and only narrow paths
ascend the hills. Hence, on the morning after our arrival, we found
ourselves confronted by the most novel style of conveyance we had thus
far seen. "What under heaven is this?" I cried, as I caught sight of
it. "Must I get into this thing, and haven't you any blankets for these
horses?"

[Illustration: A KAGO.]

My friend sat down upon a rock and vowed he would not go. "Give me a
jinrikisha," he moaned; "I'd rather be once more a baby-jumper in my
little carriage than a mere stone in a sling, as you will be in that!"
He finally compromised on an armchair, hung on bamboo poles and carried
by four men; but I resolved to give this vehicle a thorough trial. So
crawling in, like a dog into its basket, I crossed my legs after the
fashion of a Turk who had fallen over backward, and told my well-groomed
steeds to go ahead. The unique and novel instrument of torture to which
I thus subjected myself is called a "kago." It is a shallow basket,
suspended from a bamboo pole, on which it swings irregularly like an
erratic pendulum. Two men take this upon their shoulders, while a third
follows as a substitute; for they change places usually every fifteen
minutes.

[Illustration: 1. A RAIN-COAT. 2. AMONG THE FLOWERS. 3. A KAGO.]

Mine changed every five. The man who invented the iron cage, within which
the unhappy prisoner could neither stand up nor lie down, must have heard
of a Japanese kago. The basket is too near the pole to let the occupant
sit erect, and much too short for him to extend his feet without giving
the bearer in front a violent prod in the small of the back. After many
frantic experiments, I found that the easiest fashion of kago-riding was
to lie upon my side, my head lolling about in one direction, and my feet
in the other. Even then, the lower half of my body kept falling asleep,
and I was frequently obliged to get out and walk, to avoid curvature of
the spine. Yet, incredible though it seems, Japanese women often travel
by these kagos. They certainly looked a thousand times more comfortable
than I felt; but then, the Japanese are short, and, moreover, are used to
bending up their limbs like knife-blades when they seat themselves.

[Illustration: SWINGING LIKE A PENDULUM.]

On a broad road, one experiences no sense of danger in these swinging
cars; but, once in a while, when I was being carried thus along a path
two feet in width,--a mountain grazing my right elbow, and a ravine one
thousand feet in depth just under my left shoulder-blade, I used to
wonder just what would happen if one of these men should stumble; or if,
becoming weary of their load, they should suddenly shoot me outward into
space like a stone from a catapult. I prudently kept on good terms with
my kago-men, and never refused them when they asked the privilege of
halting to take a smoke.

[Illustration: HUMAN PONIES.]

Almost everything in Japan is small; nor is a Japanese pipe an exception
to the rule. It is about as large as a lead-pencil with a child's thimble
at the end. Three whiffs are all that any man can take from them, and
the wad of tobacco thus consumed is just about the size of a two-grain
quinine pill. Hence, the long inhalations of our smokers, the drooping
backward of the head, the languid lifting of the eyes to watch the rings
of perfumed smoke float lazily away,--all these are unknown to the
Japanese. With them,--three little puffs, and all is over. This seems,
however, to satisfy them completely, and with the air of one who has
dined well, they knock the ashes from the tiny thimbles, and resume their
march. After about four hours of this kago-riding we reached the summit
of a mountain pass, called Otemetoge. From this point a glorious vista
met our gaze.

[Illustration: STOPPING FOR A SMOKE.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE LADY EN ROUTE.]

Behind us, in the distance, lay Miyanóshita and its neighboring villages,
resembling a group of islands in an ocean of green foliage. Far off
upon the heights a line of sunlit buildings gleamed like whitecaps
on a bright-green sea. Nearer, and almost at our feet, some objects
glittering in the noonday light attracted our attention, and these,
examined through a field-glass, proved to be a foaming mountain stream
and silvery cascade. At first we hardly dared to look on the other side
of the pass, lest we should experience disappointment. But fortune
favored us. The sky was clear; and gazing eagerly toward the west, we
saw, directly opposite our point of observation, the grand old sacred
mountain of Japan,--the world-renowned Fuji-yama.

[Illustration: FUJI-YAMA.]

It made me fairly catch my breath to look for the first time upon this
noble peak, whose form had been portrayed on almost every specimen of
Japanese art that I had seen from childhood. I felt as if I had been
ushered into the presence of some mighty sovereign, whose name and deeds
and splendid court had from my earliest years called forth my admiration.
A score of interesting traits render a study of this mountain valuable.
It is, in the first place, a volcano,--the tallest of those fiery
furnaces whose devastations cast a lurid light along the path of Japanese
history. Its last eruption was in 1707, when all the plain around its
base was buried deep with cinders, and ashes fell fifty miles away. Yet
even now, although no wreathe of smoke surrounds its brow, it sends forth
steam through several apertures, much as a captive serpent hisses though
its fangs are drawn. The little spur upon its southern slope is due to
the last eruption. Before that, both of its curving sides were perfectly
symmetrical.

The ascent of Fuji involves a long, hard climb for weary miles through
lava-ashes, sometimes ankle-deep. The violence of the wind on certain
portions of the mountain is proverbial, and by some travelers has been
described as so appalling that they were fearful lest some furious
blast might blow them into space and scatter their remains over a dozen
provinces.

[Illustration: THE SACRED PEAK.]

[Illustration: APPROACH TO A SHRINE.]

[Illustration: THE GOD OF WIND.]

One cannot wonder that the Japanese have always deemed this mountain
sacred. A perfect, silver-crested pyramid, over twelve thousand feet
in height, rising in one majestic sweep from sea to sky; changing its
color constantly from dawn to dusk, like some officiating priest, a
mediator between God and man, assuming consecrated robes of purple,
orange, violet, green, and gold,--how could man help regarding it as a
glorious shrine inhabited by Deity itself? To its mighty base, as to
some incense-burning altar, more than ten thousand reverent pilgrims
annually come to make the arduous ascent; and to relieve their hardships,
"rest-houses" have been built at intervals along the path, while, even on
the summit, the three entrances to the volcano's crater, which is four
hundred feet deep, are marked by sacred gateways.

[Illustration: MENDICANT PILGRIMS.]

Most of these pilgrims wear upon their shoulders the garments almost
universally worn in stormy weather by the Japanese peasants,--a kind of
water-proof, made of straw or grass, to shed the rain and snow. These
vary from a finely-plaited matting to the cheaper, rougher grades,
which make the wearer's back look like the roof of a thatched cottage.
Upon their heads are hats of split bamboo or straw, that bear a comical
resemblance to enormous mushrooms, and serve as sunshades or umbrellas,
according to the condition of the weather. We met such pilgrims
everywhere throughout Japan. At least a hundred thousand people thus
become, in summer-time, religious tramps, and make their way to sacred
islands, holy mountain-tops, and shrines whose names would fill a lengthy
catalogue.

[Illustration: THE PILGRIM GARB.]


[Illustration: STATUE OF JIZO]

[Illustration: CROSSING THE TEN-PROVINCE PASS.]

[Illustration: VILLAGE STREET.]


[Illustration: A LOVELY WALK NEAR HAKONE.]

Many of these itinerant worshipers solicit alms to help them on their
way; but there are also associations of these pilgrims, whose members
pay one cent a month into a common treasury. From such a tax as that,
however, the treasury never becomes congested, and hence the number of
those who travel is necessarily limited. When, therefore, the pilgrim
season opens, a certain number of the wanderers, chosen by lot, visit
the shrines and represent those whose circumstances compel them to
remain at home. These pilgrimages, it is said, are on the wane, but they
are still popular. Only five years ago, at the festival of one famous
shrine, twenty-one thousand people alighted in two days at a country
railway station where the daily average is three hundred and fifty; and
to another sacred shrine about two hundred and fifty thousand pilgrims
annually come.

[Illustration: APPROACH TO THE TEMPLE AT NARA.]

Another charming excursion in Japan led us across the "Ten-province pass"
to Atami on the southern coast. Of course it had to be made in chairs
or kagos; but such slight hardships sink to insignificance when one
recalls delightful days spent in enjoying lovely scenery, inhaling pure,
invigorating air, and riding over mountain-paths on which the sunlight,
filtering through the trees, traced tremulous mosaics of alternate light
and shade.

[Illustration: ON THE SHORE OF HAKONE LAKE.]

Occasionally on this journey we came upon the sculptured effigy of some
protecting deity. We were especially impressed by one that was colossal
in dimensions, and had been carved laboriously from the natural cliff
eleven hundred years before. It represents the Buddhist god, Jizo, who
is the especial guardian of travelers and little children. Around
the base of this extraordinary figure were heaps of pebbles which had
been placed there, one by one, by wayfarers for centuries. This custom
originated in one of the most singular myths which religion has ever
produced, and is a striking proof of the fondness of the Japanese for
children. Upon the banks of the river, in the lower world, is said to
live a demon who catches little children as they try to cross, and makes
them work for him at his eternal task of piling stones upon the shore.
Every pebble laid at the statue's feet is thought to lighten the burden
of some little one below! Smilingly yielding to the influence of this
pathetic superstition, we ourselves left some pebbles, and then moved
onward down the mountain-side, in the same path pursued by all the
thousands who had here preceded us, like little boats upon the stream of
Time.

[Illustration: THE MIKADO'S PALACE, HAKONE.]

[Illustration: ATAMI.]

[Illustration: THE GEYSER AT ATAMI.]

Presently a sudden turn revealed to us Hakone Lake,--a lovely sheet
of water surrounded by densely wooded hills. This is a summer resort
that rivals even Miyanóshita in popularity. The air is delightfully
invigorating here, twenty-four hundred feet above the sea, and in the hot
season, not only are all the Japanese tea-houses filled with guests, but
families from Tokio and Yokohama rent all the available cottages around
the lake. To some extent, indeed, this region has imperial patronage,
for, on a pretty hill which overlooks the water, is a palace built for
the Mikado. It must be said, however, that he has never occupied it,
since he rarely leaves his residence in Tokio, but we were told that the
Crown Prince, a lad of fourteen, had been here several times. In almost
every other country in the world the public is now permitted to enter
the abodes of royalty when their distinguished occupants are absent; but
not so here. These palace doors are closed inexorably to all travelers.
We were not allowed even to step within the grounds.

[Illustration: BY LAKE HAKONE.]

At length, descending to the level of the sea, our faithful bearers
brought us to Atami--a pretty town, famous for the manufacture of that
Japanese paper which seemed to me one of the most astonishing products
of the country. It is so fine and soft that it is used for handkerchiefs
and napkins, and takes the place of lint in surgery; yet is so firm
that it is manufactured into lantern-screens, brooms, air-cushions, and
umbrellas. Torn into strips, it also takes the place of string, while all
the inner walls of Japanese houses consist of screens of paper, divided
into squares, like panes of glass.

[Illustration: A MIXTURE OF STYLES.]

As we were one day walking through Atami, a sudden outburst of steam, on
the other side of a fence, came very near stampeding our entire party.
When we recovered sufficient breath to ask the cause of the explosion, we
learned that it was occasioned by a small geyser, which has a species of
convulsion every four hours, and each time pours out sulphurous vapor for
a space of fifteen minutes. It would appear that the people of Atami are
living on the lid of a volcanic tea-kettle, but evidently they have no
fear. They have enclosed the geyser with a fence like a wild animal in a
cage, and close beside it is a sanitarium, where patients with diseases
of the throat and lungs inhale the steam. It may be an excellent place
for sufferers from pulmonary troubles, but we concluded that nervous
occupants of this retreat must feel like the traditional darky on the
safety-valve of a Mississippi steamboat. The old-style doctors of Japan
are still in vogue in certain rural districts, though they are being
rapidly superseded by the young practitioners who have received a medical
education, in Europe or America. With the old Japanese physicians a
favorite mode of cure was sticking a long needle into the part of the
body supposed to be diseased. Another universal panacea was branding the
body with a burning weed called _moxa_. This was prescribed for troubles
as unlike as rheumatism and toothache. Women, at certain critical moments
in their lives, were thought to be relieved by having the little toe of
their right foot burned three times. We often noticed scars upon the
naked backs and limbs of our jinrikisha men, and learned that they had
been produced by this strange medical treatment.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE DOCTOR OF THE OLD STYLE.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE LADY.]

[Illustration: DRESS AND UNDRESS.]

In traveling through the rural districts of Japan, the tourist soon
becomes accustomed to the peasant's lack of clothing. It is not the
exception here to be undressed--it is the rule. Even in the streets of
Tokio one will behold, on rainy days, thousands of men wearing neither
trousers nor stockings, walking about with tucked-up clothes and long
white limbs, which gives them the appearance of storks upon a river-bank.
Even those who have adopted the European dress will frequently, on
a muddy day, practice economy by discarding their trousers, and,
unconscious of any incongruity, will take their "constitutional" on
wooden clogs, with bare legs and feet, though having the upper part of
their bodies covered with a frock-coat and a Derby hat!

Among these scantily-clad people one often sees a somewhat better dressed
but melancholy man, who, with his downcast eyes and shaven head, appears
to have lost his friends together with his hair. He represents a useful
class of people in Japan--the masseurs, or professional manipulators
of the body. One should not hastily conclude that he is smoking. It is
true, the article between his lips is usually a pipe, but it is not the
kind that holds tobacco. It is a reed-like instrument, on which he blows
two plaintive notes to advertise his presence. In every Japanese town
we always heard at night the mournful call of the masseur. The laughter
which their appearance at first provokes, gives place to pity when one
learns that nearly all of these men are blind. It is a calling which,
notwithstanding their infirmity, they can follow, and they are said to be
adepts at it.

[Illustration: A MASSEUR.]

[Illustration: MASSAGE.]

To appreciate a Japanese masseur, it is necessary to see one of them
at work. This, it is true, is more than he himself can do, since he
is blind; but our pity is soon diverted from him to the person he is
treating, not so much because of the pinching to which he subjects his
victim as on account of the pillow on which the patient's head reclines.
It makes one think of Anne Boleyn or Mary Stuart, with their necks upon
the fatal block; for a Japanese pillow is a wedge-shaped piece of wood,
about a foot in length, on top of which is tied a wad of cloth, about the
size of a Bologna sausage. To try to sleep with neck supported in this
fashion would seem to most Americans as hopeless as to woo slumber with a
fence-rail for a pillow. One shudders to consider the discomfort, under
these conditions, of turning over in bed, and trying to locate the neck
on such a diminutive support.

[Illustration: JAPANESE COIFFURE.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE PILLOW.]

[Illustration: IN THE BOUDOIR.]


Yet, after all, we are creatures of habit, and forty million people
in Japan use just such pillows every night, without suffering from
insomnia. It is even claimed that Japanese women delight in them, since
they do not disarrange the hair. Nor does this appear strange, when one
scrutinizes their methods of coiffure. They are something marvelous. The
hair of Japanese women is, with few exceptions, as black as ebony, and
very abundant. Moreover, it is usually profusely oiled, and glistens
like a raven's wing. Through these polished tresses are invariably drawn
hairpins of gold, strings of coral, or ornaments of tortoise-shell. But
as to how the ladies of Japan produce in their coiffures their black
crescendos and diminuendos, their sharp staccato puffs and portamento
water-falls, the writer dares not hazard a conjecture. Yet of one thing
we may be sure: if we were to venture into a Japanese lady's boudoir, we
should find that help is needed to produce them. The toilette-stand and
looking-glass might seem to us a trifle low; but we must bear in mind
that Japanese domestic life is regulated by a level three feet lower
than our own: in other words, where we use chairs, they seat themselves
on the floor. This furnished us a key to much that hitherto had seemed
puzzling in their habits. Whether a thing be sensible or not depends upon
the point of view,--in this case, the height at which we seat ourselves.
Once regard an exquisitely clean floor of cushioned matting as an immense
divan, and taking off our muddy boots becomes a matter of course; and
tables and lamps and mirrors will be placed at a height adapted to our
needs.

[Illustration: THE LAST TOUCHES.]

[Illustration: THE OBI.]

When a foreigner beholds for the first time a Japanese lady seated on her
heels, as is the custom, he fancies that she has the small of her back
supported by an enormous cushion. But when he subsequently sees this lady
walking down the street, attended by her maid, he perceives that what
appeared to him a sofa-pillow is really a regular part of her costume.
It is a heavy silken sash, extremely long and often very elegant, which
keeps the robe itself in place. This _obi_, as it is called, is the most
precious article of a Japanese lady's wardrobe. Its usual length is
fourteen feet, and when its material is silk or gold brocade it will be
seen that it has some value. These sashes exhibit, of course, a great
variety of color, and one can scarcely find a prettier sight than that
of several well-dressed Japanese ladies, grouped together in the vivid
sunlight. They look as radiant and attractive as a bouquet of flowers.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE BEAUTY.]

American ladies who have tried the Japanese dress say that the tying
of the _obi_ is extremely difficult. But here, as in the art of
hair-dressing, a lady's maid is almost indispensable. The bow, although
arranged in different styles, is always worn behind, thus spoiling, in
some measure, the outline of the form. When a Japanese lady becomes a
widow, she makes no change in the position of the _obi_, unless she
wishes publicly to announce that she will never marry again. In that
case, it is said, she ties the bow in front. Whether this wards off all
proposals may be doubted; but gossip relates that, once in a while, the
widow comes to look at life a little differently, and then the bow works
gradually round again to its original position.

[Illustration: TYING THE OBI.]

[Illustration: FRIENDS IN COUNCIL.]

[Illustration: A JAPANESE SHOP.]

Japanese ladies make a serious mistake when they exchange their national
style of dress for that of foreigners, for, as a rule, their charm and
beauty leave them when they appear in European garments. On two occasions
we saw some thus arrayed, and the effect was painful. If most of them had
put on each other's dresses by mistake, they would have looked about as
well; and in the absence of corsets their little figures seemed as much
out of place as children in their mother's wrappers.

[Illustration: A BOAT-RIDE IN JAPAN.]

[Illustration: GEISHA GIRLS.]

Some years ago a letter signed by Mrs. Cleveland and many other prominent
women of America was addressed to their sisters in Japan, urging them
not to risk their health and comfort by adopting European dress. It was
of little avail. The die was cast. In 1885 the Japanese Empress and her
suite appeared for the last time in public in the tasteful costumes
of the past. Since then, the order has gone forth that all ladies who
present themselves at court must do so in European dress; and it is
to be feared that, ere a score of years have passed, the lovely and
appropriate robes of old Japan will have disappeared forever. Until quite
recently, the universal rule for Japanese women, when they married, was
to shave their eyebrows, pull out their eye-lashes, and stain their teeth
jet-black. Even the present empress did these things at her marriage. The
idea seems to have been to make themselves look hideous, so as to have no
more admirers, despite the fact that the average husband, as we all know,
appreciates his wife better if he perceives that other men are aware of
her attractions. But under the new _régime_ this sad disfigurement is
rapidly disappearing, and at present the younger ladies of Japan, at
least, show rows of pearly teeth when laughter parts their lips.

[Illustration: A DANCING-GIRL.]

[Illustration: A TEA-HOUSE.]

The richest toilettes that we saw in the land of the Mikado were worn
by _geisha_ girls, without whom Japanese festivals are incomplete. Some
of these dainty creatures form an orchestra while others dance. Their
instruments of sound (one can hardly call them instruments of music)
consist usually of two kinds of drums and a long, three-stringed banjo,
called the _samisen_. Sometimes a flute also is used. We frequently
disputed as to which of these was the least excruciating, but on the
whole we preferred the drums. When to this combination a human voice was
added, our teeth were set on edge.

Young as they look, these _geishas_ are professionals, and
training-schools exist in Tokio and Kioto, where they are sometimes
taught when only seven years of age. A Japanese dancing-girl forms a
charming picture. Her long _kimono_ of the richest silk is beautifully
embroidered with such a wealth of lovely flowers, that she herself
resembles a bouquet in motion. Her broad _obi_ is of the heaviest crape,
and falls upon a petticoat of gorgeous color.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE FAMILY MOVING.]

[Illustration: ON THE JAPANESE COAST.]

Black lacquered sandals half conceal her tiny, white-socked feet, and
in each hand she holds a decorated fan. Do not expect from her the
slightest approach to Lottie Collins. The dance of "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay,"
performed by a _geisha_ girl, would make a subject of the Mikado, if he
were unprepared for it, faint away. Nor will the spectator see the least
exposure of her personal charms. For, strangely enough, the Japanese, who
will at other times dispense with all the clothing possible, conceal a
dancer's form with rigid severity. There is not much expression in these
dancers' faces. One feels that they are not women, but girls to whom
intense emotions are as yet unknown. They merely represent in graceful
pantomime some song or story, flitting about like pretty butterflies, or
swaying back and forth like flowers in a summer breeze. Leaving Atami,
we had a charming ride of seven miles beside the ocean. The road (which
may be called the Japanese Cornice) is passable for jinrikishas; and
while on one side we looked off upon the Pacific, on the other we found
that every valley had a background of well-rounded mountains, covered
with verdure soft as velvet, from which at intervals a stream of crystal
water rushed to meet the sea. The scenery of Japan may not be grand,
but for a charming combination of the elements which make a country
beautiful, enlivened constantly by natives in their novel occupations,
the seven-mile drive from old Atami can hardly be surpassed.

[Illustration: LOVERS OF NATURE AND ART.]

Moreover, the people, as we met them on these journeys, pleased us
greatly. They were invariably courteous and gentle in their manners, and
no boorishness was visible, even among the lower classes. They always
seemed to be good-natured. However stormy the weather, however heavy the
load, however bad the roads, we never heard a Japanese complain, nor saw
one in a bad humor. If the foreigner becomes angry with them, they laugh
as if he were making himself ridiculous; and presently he feels that they
are right, and that violent anger is in truth absurd.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE AT PRAYER.]

Yet, just as beneath the smiling landscapes of Japan still lurk the
terrible volcanic forces of destruction, so underneath the sunny
dispositions of the Japanese are all the characteristics of the warrior.
Their history has thoroughly established that they are a manly,
patriotic, martial race. Their gentleness, therefore, comes not from
servility, but is the product of inborn courtesy and refinement.

[Illustration: THE GUARDIANS OF TRAVELERS AND LITTLE CHILDREN.]

The Japanese are naturally of a happy disposition. A smile illumines
every face. Apparently their past has no regrets, their present no
annoyances, their future no alarms. They love the beautiful in nature
and in art. They live simply; and how much that means! Their wants are
few. The houses of the wealthy do not differ much from those of the
poor. Hence life for them is free from almost all those harrowing cares
and worriments which sometimes make existence in the Occident a long,
incessant struggle to keep up appearances. If they are sad, they seldom
show their sadness in public. They evidently believe with the poet:

    "Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone."

In some provinces of Japan, when a new bridge is opened, not the richest,
but the happiest, persons in the community are chosen to pass over it
first, as a favorable omen.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE HEARSE.]

Strange as it may appear, however, these qualities of the Japanese have
been regarded by some travelers as faults. A tourist once solemnly
remarked to me: "The great trouble with the Japanese is that they are too
happy."

"What!" I exclaimed, "can any one be too happy in this world?"

"Certainly," was the reply; "the Japanese are too light-hearted to learn
with advantage the lessons of adversity. If a calamity befalls them, they
often smile and say, 'Well, it can't be helped,' and then try to think no
more about it. Worst of all," he continued, "they do not worry about the
future, but actually meet death fearlessly and calmly."

[Illustration: A BARBER SHOP.]

"My friend," I answered, "if to enjoy as much as possible this world that
God has given us, if to smile bravely in adversity, and if to die without
fear, are faults, it would be well if many other people possessed them,
too. You remind me of the old lady in New Hampshire, who exclaimed sadly,
'The Universalists tell us that all men are to be saved, but--we hope for
better things!'"

In fact, a remarkable characteristic of the Japanese is the cheerful,
almost jovial, way they have of announcing a calamity. An English
resident of Japan called our attention to this fact soon after our
arrival, and our experience confirmed his testimony. Whether the cause
be nervousness or a dislike to give one pain, the fact remains that the
Japanese will often preface a bit of dreadful news with laughter, or at
least with a chuckle. Thus, whenever our guide called our attention to a
funeral, his face would wreathe itself in smiles.

Still more extraordinary was the manner of a barber in the hotel
at Yokohama. As he was shaving me one morning, after a moderate
earthquake-shock the night before, he suddenly remarked, with what
appeared to be a burst of unpremeditated merriment: "Oh, last night's
shock was nothing. Why, a few years ago, in Tokio, my father and mother
were killed outright by an earthquake (Ha! Ha!); the house fell right on
top of them (He! He!), and crushed them both to death (Ha! Ha! Ha!)."

[Illustration: A RUINED VILLAGE.]

It is difficult to explain this peculiarity otherwise than by supposing
it to be a nervous mannerism; for, as a race, the Japanese are very
affectionate, and filial reverence is a religious duty. In this instance
I was so astonished at the man's hilarity, that I very nearly fell out of
his chair. We thought of this incident again, when, some weeks later, we
found ourselves in the Japanese province which had suffered most from the
calamitous earthquake of October, 1891. Thousands of houses, we found,
had been wrecked by that catastrophe, and in one place the railway tracks
had been violently bent and twisted, like a chain irregularly thrown upon
the ground. The motion lasted less than a minute; but what cannot an
earthquake do in forty seconds? There came one mighty shock,--and over
an extent of many miles the buildings fell like packs of cards. Great
blocks of solid masonry were tossed about like dice. Trees lay around
like jackstraws.

[Illustration: SCATTERED BY AN EARTHQUAKE.]

[Illustration: TWISTED BY AN EARTHQUAKE.]

Large manufacturing towns were ruined. Thousands of husbands, wives,
and children who, but an instant previous, had been happy at their
work or play, were suddenly crushed by falling roofs, mangled by heavy
timbers, buried alive in the debris, or burned to ashes by fires caused
by overturned braziers. By chance we traveled through this region on the
first anniversary of that great calamity, and many people, we were told,
felt anxious till the day was over. But earthquakes in Japan, alas! are
limited to no special dates. Their visits are extremely numerous and
quite impartial as to months and days. Our earth is said to be quieting
down in its subterranean disturbances; but poor Japan still has no less
than fifty-one volcanoes labeled "active," and experiences every year,
on an average, five hundred seismic shocks, besides numerous destructive
typhoons or hurricanes. Most of them are, of course, mere tremors; but
once in a while there comes a stroke that causes fearful devastation,
as when in Tokio, in 1703, thirty-seven thousand lives were lost.
Such terrible manifestations of volcanic power remind one of the more
appalling scenes that must have been enacted here, when Nature brought
these islands from the sea, pouring them from her fiery crucible.

[Illustration: EFFECT OF A TYPHOON AT KOBE.]

In planning a journey through the interior of Japan, the tourist
naturally inquires where and with what accommodation he is to spend
the nights upon the trip. He need not have the least anxiety. In
the four prominent cities,--Tokio, Yokohama, Kobe, and Kioto,--there
are first-class hotels, with rooms and food adapted to the tastes of
foreigners. In many smaller places, too, like Miyanóshita and Atami,
the hotels, although simpler, are both comfortable and well-managed.
One suffers no discomfort in any of these localities. But in the
country villages (which need not be included in the traveler's route
unless he so desires), he must adopt the Japanese mode of sleeping in a
tea-house--that is to say, in a regular Japanese hotel.

[Illustration: HOTEL AT KOBE.]

[Illustration: THREE OF A KIND.]

As our jinrikishas drew up before one of these, we saw a pretty, modern
building of two stories, adorned as usual with paper lanterns. At
intervals, on the edge of every balcony, were tall, rectangular boxes
reaching from floor to ceiling. These upright cases contain wooden
shutters, about as large as the leaves of a dining-table, which are at
night taken out, and pushed along in grooves, to make an outside wall for
the entire house. When that is done, each balcony of course becomes an
inside corridor. Thus every Japanese dwelling consists, as it were, of
two houses, one within the other, enclosed in separate cases,--the inside
one of paper, the outer one of wood. As we alighted here, the landlord
and his servants hurried out to greet us, dropped on their knees, and,
with their hands spread out, palms downward, and their foreheads almost
touching the floor, they bowed repeatedly, like the "three little maids
from school." What a contrast was here between the Orient and the
Occident. Imagine a hotel clerk in America down upon his knees! In our
hotels the traveler's first duty is to register his name. Here there is
something even more important to attend to, namely, removing his shoes.
Off they must come before he steps upon the delicate mattings and the
glistening floor, just as with us a muddy overshoe would not be tolerated
on a parlor carpet. In fact, on entering the hall, one sees what in
America would be called a hat-rack, but which is here designed for
holding shoes.

[Illustration: A TEA-HOUSE.]

The tourist, therefore, should invariably carry with him in Japan a pair
of soft, felt slippers, for otherwise he will be frequently obliged to
walk about in hotels, shops, and temples, with merely stockings on his
feet.

[Illustration: A TEA-HOUSE VESTIBULE.]

In nearly all Japanese dwellings one usually finds, hung in conspicuous
places, some handsomely framed mottoes and proverbs, much as in many of
our own country houses we read upon the walls such a comforting assurance
as "The Lord will provide," or the melancholy conundrum "What is home
without a mother?" To Occidental eyes, Japanese ideographs do not appear
beautiful. They look like the meanderings of intoxicated flies that have
been immersed in ink. As for their meaning, one motto was translated to
us as signifying: "May Buddha bless this house!" Others were words of
praise which princely visitors had left; while not a few were epigrams or
proverbs, for which the Japanese are famous. Some of them ran as follows:
"The absent get farther away every day;" "Clever preacher, short sermon;"
"A woman's tongue three inches long can kill a man six feet high;" "Live
under your own hat;" "Don't make a long call when the husband is not at
home." And yet we send missionaries to Japan!

[Illustration: WRITING A LETTER.]

[Illustration: AT THE TEA-HOUSE DOOR.]

[Illustration: JAPANESE MOTTOES.]


With many bows and smiles the landlord of the tea-house led the way up
a flight of exquisitely polished stairs, and showed us our apartments.
We looked around us with astonishment, for no furniture was visible. The
floor, it is true, was covered with fine matting, but, with that one
exception, the rooms, which opened into each other, were as bare as an
unfurnished flat. Their number and extent depended largely on ourselves.
Did we desire an entire story? We had but to push back the paper screens,
and it was ours. Did we insist on having separate rooms? Close up the
little screens again, and each could sleep in his own paper box, exactly
twelve feet square. Unfortunately there are no locks upon these paper
screens; hence, just as one is getting out of bed in the morning, the
whole side of his room will sometimes disappear with the rapidity of a
liberated Holland shade! Moreover, Japanese servants, urged by curiosity,
will often poke a moistened finger through a square of paper, to study
foreign toilettes at their leisure. During the daytime, in the summer,
even the screens are removed, to give free access to the breeze, and the
house then becomes the empty skeleton of its former self.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF A TEA-HOUSE.]

But what most puzzled us at first was where to hang our clothes. There
were no hooks upon the walls, there was not even a table for our toilet
articles. It seemed too bad to put our coats and hair-brushes on the
floor. But one must recollect that Japanese floors are not like ours,
since no boots ever touch them. For native guests a beautiful, square,
lacquered box is usually provided, in which they lay the carefully
folded robes which they remove before retiring. To us, however, no
limited receptacle like that was given. We had the unrestricted floor.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE BED.]

The beds in which we slept afforded us the most amusement. When bedtime
comes in Japanese homes, quilts are brought out from a closet and spread
upon the floor. Within five minutes all is ready for the night, and with
the morning light they disappear again. Occasionally, in the larger
tea-houses, we, as foreigners, had special luxuries,--such as cotton
sheets, a couch of seven comforters, instead of the usual two, and, for a
bolster, an extra quilt rolled up as with a shawl-strap. Thus altogether,
including what we used for coverings, our most luxurious couches in Japan
consisted of from ten to a dozen comforters.

[Illustration: THE COMMON WASHSTAND IN A TEA-HOUSE.]

We found some difficulty in getting sufficient sleep in Japanese tea-houses; not
from the composition and arrangement of our beds, but from the noise
about us, which seldom ceased before the hour of midnight, and always
woke us with the dawn. Even our "summer hotels," with their distressingly
thin partitions, are delightfully tranquil compared with the country inns
of Japan. For sliding screens of paper are practically no barrier at
all to sound, and, as if that were not sufficiently aggravating, these
paper walls rarely reach the top of the room, but leave a ventilating
space of a foot or two, through which the mingled snoring, prayers, and
conversation of the guests, and the matutinal clatter of the servants,
roll and reverberate like distant thunder.

[Illustration: JAPANESE TEA-HOUSE.]

[Illustration: CARRYING TEA FROM THE FIELD.]

The morning after my arrival, I pushed aside a screen with my forefinger,
and lo! half of my room stood open to the rising sun. Descending to the
courtyard, I beheld a Japanese servant hurrying toward me on her wooden
clogs, to give me tea.

[Illustration: BRINGING TEA.]

What shall be said of these attractive little waitresses, who make the
dullest tea-house gay with laughter, brighten the darkest day with
brilliant colors, and sweeten every tea-cup with a smile? They are not
usually beautiful, or even womanly, in the sense of being dignified. They
rather seem like well-developed school-girls, just sobered down enough
to wear long dresses, but perfectly unable to refrain at times from
screams of merriment. Yet search the world through, and where will you
find servants such as these? From the first moment when they fall upon
their knees and bow their foreheads to the floor, till the last instant,
when they troop around the door to call to you their musical word for
farewell,--"_Sayonara_,"--they seem to be the daintiest, happiest, and
most obliging specimens of humanity that walk the earth.

[Illustration: PLAYING GAMES.]

We were particularly pleased with one agreeable trait of all these
Japanese girls--their exquisitely clean and well-shaped hands. One
would, of course, expect them to be small, for delicate frames are a
characteristic of the race, but almost without exception the hands of all
the waitresses who served us in Japan looked as if they had just emerged
from a hot bath, and had been manicured besides. "A trifle," some would
say, but, after all, such trifles help to make perfection. When one has
traveled through a country for two months, and from one end of it to the
other has seen pretty, well-kept hands extended to him fifty times a day,
he feels respect and admiration for a race so neat and delicate to their
finger-tips. The Japanese, according to our Occidental standard, may not
have much godliness, but they possess what comes next to it--personal
cleanliness. And I am sure that, at any time, I would rather associate
with a nice, wholesome sinner than with an uncleanly saint!

[Illustration: TWO MODES OF TRAVEL IN JAPAN.]

[Illustration: DOMESTIC ETIQUETTE.]

It was while we were taking our breakfast here, that we beheld, in a
neighboring room, a lady being served with tea by her domestic, who
was approaching her mistress on her knees. Nothing amazed us more than
this, for in the United States these positions are usually reversed. In
free America it is the lady who, figuratively speaking, has to "go down
on her knees" before her cook. When we consider the serious drawbacks
to domestic happiness and comfort, occasioned by the insolence and
inefficiency of servants in America, who, as a rule, are better lodged,
clothed, and fed than any other class of laborers in the world, one
questions if in this, and many other respects, Japan will be improved by
contact with the Occident.

[Illustration: A STREET IN KIOTO.]

What Moscow is to the Russians, Kioto is to the Japanese, their present
capital, Tokio, corresponding rather to St. Petersburg. Kioto is the
ancient capital,--the sacred city of the empire,--hallowed by countless
shrines and endeared by centuries of classic memories. It was for
a thousand years the home of the Mikado, and is still the centre of
old Japanese art. Here also, till the revolution of 1869, lived many
nobles of the highest rank, together with distinguished poets, priests,
and artists. Its name, Kioto, denotes the City of Peace, and its best
citizens were thought to be the most refined and polished of a race whose
gentle manners are still unsurpassed.

[Illustration: IN KIOTO.]

Our hotel in Kioto was unlike the inns of other Japanese cities, being
neither a European structure, like the hotels at Tokio and Yokohama, nor
yet a tea-house, such as we had lately seen. It was a compromise between
the two, with comfortable rooms and foreign furnishings. Its situation is
far above the city, upon a wooded hill that has been sacred to Buddha for
a thousand years. Around it are old temples, monasteries, and pagodas,
among which one can walk in shaded paths the livelong day. Often, while
seated on the spacious hotel balcony which overlooks the town, we heard
a strangely fascinating sound rolling toward us through the sacred
groves in solemn, silvery vibrations. We discovered after a short walk
the cause of this. It was a huge bronze bell,--no less than seventy-four
tons in weight,--whose sweet-voiced call to prayer has echoed over this
hill for nearly three hundred years. There are few sounds more pleasing
to the ear than the vibrations of a distant, deep-toned bell. Except in
Russia I had never heard such notes as those that issue from the bells
of old Japan. Their solemn strokes swell through the forest like the
crescendo of an orchestra. These bells, however, are not rung, like
ours, by wrenching them from side to side, until a pendant tongue falls
sharply on their inner rim. Ah, no! the Japanese treat them far more
cleverly. Suspended from the belfry roof is a large, rounded shaft of
wood, attendant swings this to one side, and lets it fall, to strike the
inverted bowl of bronze one mighty blow. The difference in sound produced
by using wood instead of metal, is astonishing. There is no grating jar,
no sharpness in the tone, but one stupendous boom of sound, as though
a musical cannon were discharged. This instantly resolves itself into
slow-moving, ever widening circles of reverberation, which fall upon the
ear more and more faintly, till they die away like the last murmur of the
surf upon the sand.

[Illustration: YAAMI'S HOTEL, KIOTO.]

[Illustration: BRONZE HORSE.]

[Illustration: A MONSTER BELL, KIOTO.]

[Illustration: A TEMPLE IN KIOTO.]

Accepting the invitation which that bell conveyed to us, we strolled
toward one of Kioto's many temples. In the one we entered, five bells,
with long white cords attached, were hanging in the lacquered porch. The
worshiper pulls one of these, to call the attention of the god; then,
having said a prayer, he drops a coin into a grated box and goes his
way. On one occasion, we saw a pretty baby, three months old, brought
hither in its mother's arms, and made to pull the bell-rope with its tiny
hand. Then the great-grand-mother of the child, herself almost eighty-six
years old, advanced with trembling limbs and rang it for the second time.
It was a suggestive picture,--this vision of old age and infancy, like
opposite poles of an electric battery, completing here a circuit of four
generations; pathetic emblems of the past and future,--the smiling infant
looking forward to anticipated blessings, the feeble matron thankful for
the gifts received.

[Illustration: A JAPANESE BELFRY.]

The Japanese have really two religions, in some respects rivals of each
other. The elder, or original faith, is Shintoism; the younger, which has
struggled to supplant it for twelve hundred years, is Buddhism.

It is difficult to comprehend exactly what Shintoism is. The name means,
literally, "The way of the gods," but it is the vaguest known religion.
It has no bible, no dogmas, and not even a moral code. It dimly hints at
immortality, but has no definite heaven or hell. Its gods, are either
deified national heroes or else personifications of nature, such as the
glorious sun, the all-surrounding ocean, and the innumerable deities
of mountains, rivers, rocks, and trees. Its shrines for worship, with
their gray stone lanterns and majestic _torii_, are severely plain, its
services extremely simple, and all its priests appear like laymen in the
streets, donning their clerical robes only when they officiate in the
temples.

[Illustration: A SHINTO PRIEST.]

[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO A JAPANESE TEMPLE.]

[Illustration: BUDDHIST PRIESTS.]

[Illustration: BUDDHIST PRIESTS IN A CEMETERY.]

Not so the Buddhist priests. Their costume, like their ritual, is
imposing. While Shinto priests may marry, the Buddhists take the vow
of celibacy. In fact, though wholly different in its creed from the
great Roman Catholic communion, some of the ceremonials of Buddhism
remind us of it; such as their richly-mantled priests, their altars
bright with candles and adorned with flowers, their clouds of incense,
grand processionals, and statues of the gods and saints. What wonder,
then, since it has such attractions, that this religion, when it came
hither from India, about six centuries after Christ, achieved at once a
remarkable success? The colder Shinto faith lost ground, and even the
Mikados gave to Buddha's doctrines favor and support for centuries; but
Shintoism has now once more become the state religion.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF A JAPANESE TEMPLE.]

The furnishings of the Buddhist temples in Japan are often marvels of
artistic beauty, comprising tables, columns, doors, and even floors,
composed of ruby red or jet-black lacquer, which is so thick and
smooth as to produce the effect of rosewood or solid ebony. Here,
too, are altars loaded down with ornaments of gold and bronze, silken
screens inscribed with sacred characters, exquisite bronze lanterns,
incense-burners, gilded gongs, tall lotus-flowers with leaves of gold,
and beautiful lacquered boxes placed on stands about the floor, within
which are the precious manuscripts of Buddhist scriptures. In a word,
recall the richest specimens of Japanese art that you have ever seen, and
know that with such adornment the finest temples in Japan are filled.

[Illustration: A BUDDHIST TEMPLE.]

In some of the less important Buddhist shrines, however, "all that
glitters is not gold." Some temples are repulsive from their shabby
ornaments, hideous idols, and gaudy paper lanterns. Some of their deities
are enthroned behind a wooden grating, and worshipers tie to the latter
a bit of cloth on which has been inscribed a petition. One such deity,
we were assured, has for his special function the assisting of women to
obtain good husbands. He is immensely popular. We saw, in half an hour,
at least a dozen women knock on the grating to rouse him and entreat his
services. One old woman, who evidently knew from experience how rare
good husbands are, led two of her daughters to the gate, and pounded on
it savagely three times. Yet even in that temple we found a proof of
how the western world has invaded the customs of Japan; for here, amid
the grotesque deities, was hung an eight-day clock, which proved on
examination to have come from Ansonia, Connecticut!

A singular feature of many of these Buddhist temples is a line of votive
tablets, erected by pious souls, who wished either to show by means of
pictures the dangers from which God had rescued them, or else to certify,
in written words, to miraculous answers to their prayers. The Buddhist
religion, however, despite its age and its indubitable hold upon the
people, is not to-day, as we have said, the official religion of Japan.
Since 1869 the Government has favored Shintoism, and many Buddhist
temples have been stripped of their magnificent decorations and dedicated
to the Shinto faith.

[Illustration: VOTIVE PICTURES.]

Accordingly, the contributions that once came freely from the people are
now falling off, and it is difficult to keep in good repair the costly
lacquer-work and gilding of the temples. Some shrines already look shabby
and neglected. However, an occasional exception to this rule shows how
dangerous it is to make unqualified statements about Japan.

In Kioto, for example, we found a most astonishing proof of the vitality
of Japanese Buddhism in the new and splendid temple of Higashi Hongwanji,
which at the time of our visit was in process of construction. We saw
it on the occasion of a special festival, when popular recognition and
acclaim were manifested in profuse and elaborate decorations. But, the
truth is, the temple is continually receiving the support of untold
thousands of the Japanese. All the surrounding provinces have given it,
not only money, but timber, metals, and stone, besides the transportation
of materials free of cost. It seems as if conservative and faithful
Buddhists, indignant at the prevalent idea that their religion is
declining, were making this stupendous effort to show the world their
strength and their devotion.

[Illustration: A PYRAMID WITH SILVER CREST.]

[Illustration: NEW BUDDHIST TEMPLE IN KIOTO.]

One object in this shrine especially impressed us. This was a pile of
rope,--each strand as long and large as a ship's cable,--made of women's
hair, twisted and spliced with hemp! These ropes are the offerings of
poor but devout women, thousands of whom, in nine Japanese provinces,
having nothing else to give, contributed their hair, to be woven into
cables for hoisting beams and tiles in the construction of the temple.
One rope, two hundred and fifty feet in length, was the gift of three
thousand five hundred women in one province alone. This seems at first,
perhaps, a trifling thing; but when one recollects the pride which
Japanese women take in their abundant hair, the care they show in its
arrangement, and the entire absence in Japan of hats or bonnets to
conceal the sacrifice, their action is remarkable. And when we perceived
among the usual black strands occasional streaks of white and gray,
proving that this enthusiasm extended from youth to age, it seemed to us
the most touching proof of popular devotion to a sacred cause that we had
ever seen.

[Illustration: ROPES OF WOMEN'S HAIR.]

We witnessed a number of _matsuris_, or religious festivals in Japan,
when all the principal streets were thronged with people, and even the
house-tops held their private box-parties. On every such occasion there
would appear, in the centre of the thoroughfare, an object that never
failed to fill us with amazement. Think of a hundred men pulling madly
on two ropes, and drawing thus a kind of car, mounted on two enormous
wooden wheels. Resting on this, and rising far above the neighboring
roofs, imagine a portable shrine, resembling a pagoda, with roof of
gold, and gorgeously decorated with silken tapestries, which are so
richly embroidered and heavily gilded as to be valued at many thousands
of dollars. This structure had two stories, on each of which were many
life-size figures,--some being actual men and women, while others were
mere painted statues, hideous and grotesque. Behind this came another
car, shaped like a huge bird with crested head. Upon this second vehicle
also stood an edifice, three stories high, resplendent 'with magnificent
tapestries and gilded ornaments, and bearing statues of old Japanese
deities, so laughably grotesque, that had not their surroundings been
so rich the whole procession would have seemed a farce. Some of these
statues, which were made to open their mouths and wag their heads like
puppets, were especially applauded. Men, women, and children rode upon
these cars, blowing horns and beating drums. If we had closed our eyes,
we might have thought that we were listening to a Fourth of July parade
of the "Antiques and Horribles." What most impressed us was the absence
of what we should consider religious feeling. It was a show, a brilliant
pageant--nothing more; though, as such, it was heartily enjoyed by
thousands.

[Illustration: A RELIGIOUS FESTIVAL.]

[Illustration: A MATSURI.]

The streets in Kioto, like those of most Japanese cities, are usually
much alike. No heavy teams disturb their rounded surfaces. Few vehicles,
save light jinrikishas, pass over them. Almost no animals are ever seen
in them. They are as clean as sidewalks are with us. In most of them
we can perceive some groups or individuals, arrayed in varied colors,
moving about like brilliant fragments in a long kaleidoscope. On either
side extends a line of little houses, which, in point of architectural
effect, appear monotonous, but since their lower stories are all open to
the street, and from the fact that most of them are shops with all their
goods on exhibition two feet from the thoroughfare, they really offer
infinite variety.

[Illustration: A CHARACTERISTIC STREET.]

Approaching one of these shops, one first encounters a wooden platform,
two feet from the ground. On this the Japanese purchaser usually seats
himself, as he prepares to bargain. Most foreigners, however, being
unable to fold comfortably their limbs beneath them for a cushion, assume
a different attitude, and allow their feet to hang over the side. If
they ascend the platform and really enter the shop, they are supposed
to leave their shoes below, and walk in stocking feet; for the shops of
the Japanese are, like their houses, paved with polished wood or covered
with spotless matting. The goods displayed by no means constitute the
merchant's entire stock. The choicest articles are often in a fire-proof
store-house, close at hand, and can be sent for at a moment's notice. As
for the contents of these street bazaars, they comprise every article of
clothing, ornament, and furniture conceivable by the Japanese mind.

[Illustration: STYLES OF JAPANESE SANDALS.]

The shoe shops in particular were, at first, a source of great surprise
to us. "These surely are not shoes," we said, as we beheld their great
variety of foot-coverings. And yet the Japanese are shod, though sandals
is a better name than shoe for what they wear. A Japanese gentleman,
who has not yet adopted European dress, wears in the house a cotton sock,
which has a separate compartment for the great toe, like the thumb of
a mitten. When he walks out, he plants his foot on a straw sandal, or,
if the streets be muddy, on a wooden clog that rises three inches from
the ground. In doing so, he thrusts the apex of a V-shaped cord between
his great toe and the smaller ones, and, holding on his sandals thus, he
marches off.

[Illustration: SHOPPING MADE EASY.]

[Illustration: A FLOWER MERCHANT.]

[Illustration: JAPANESE HANDIWORK.]

But not all the merchants of Kioto are content to stay in shops; and, in
this respect, human nature is much the same the world over. The gorgeous
vehicles of American country peddlers, which we admired in our childhood
days, are reproduced here on a smaller scale, though without wheels;
and as the Japanese are sure to be artistic in everything, we were not
surprised to find their brooms and dusters grouped in clusters like a
huge bouquet. The peddlers themselves are pictures of human placidity. It
is true, their eyes will open somewhat at the sight of foreigners, but
most of the beardless faces that one sees beneath their mushroom hats of
straw might easily serve an artist as models for a Japanese grandmother.

[Illustration: MAKING CLOGS.]

In strolling through the streets, we often paused to watch the natives
at their work. If, for example, it chanced to be a cobbler making wooden
clogs, we saw, to our astonishment, that his great toe could hold a block
of wood as firmly as a thumb, and we began to ask ourselves if western
workmen had gained much by covering up the feet and losing a third hand.
The methods of Japanese laborers seem to us, at first, a little clumsy,
because they are unlike our own. But one soon comes to marvel at their
skill. No nation is superior to them in dexterity, fineness of touch,
and delicacy of finish. In great things, as in small, one finds the
same perfection. Japanese carpenters, for example, will use few nails
in building a house, but they will make mortises so exact that water
cannot penetrate between the joints; and they will decorate a fan or
paint a photographic slide with touches so delicate that they will bear
inspection with a magnifying-glass. To watch them is like watching our
own motions in a mirror, for everything appears reversed. Our carpenters
push the plane from them; the Japanese pull it toward them. The threads
of our screws turn to the right; theirs turn to the left. Our keys turn
outward; theirs turn inward. Nor is this difference true of handicraft
alone. Their way of doing hundreds of familiar things is so directly
opposite to ours, that one is almost tempted to believe the cause to be
their relative position on the other side of the globe, and that they are
really living upside down. The only question is: "Which side is up, and
which is down?"

[Illustration: CHILD AND NURSE.]

[Illustration: JAPANESE CARPENTERS.]

The Japanese think our ways just as strange as we do theirs. We, for
example, carry our babies in our arms; in Japan, however, they are
strapped on the backs of children not much larger than themselves, their
little heads being left to flop about like flowers half-broken from
the stem. Nor is this custom the exception. It is the universal rule,
alike in city streets and country lanes. Whole pages could be filled in
mentioning points of difference between Japanese and European customs.
Thus, we stand erect before distinguished men, in token of respect; the
Japanese, on the contrary, sit down. We take off our hats when we enter
a house, while they remove their shoes. Our books begin at the left;
theirs at the right; and if they have any "foot-notes," they are placed
at the top of the page. We write across a sheet of paper horizontally;
they write vertically down the page, like we make a column of figures.
Our color for mourning is black; theirs is white. The best rooms in
our houses are in front; theirs are in the rear. We mount our horses
from the left; they from the right. We put a horse head foremost into a
stall; they back him in and fasten him in the front. On seeing this, we
laughingly recalled the showman's trick of getting people to "come and
see a horse's head where his tail should be."

[Illustration: MAT-MAKERS.]

But if the Japanese are proficient in the ordinary industries of life,
what shall be said of those finer proofs of their artistic skill which
charm the world? At first, the foreigner hardly comprehends the value of
their work or the amount of time and labor it has cost. Their articles
of _cloisonné_ are unsurpassed. In everything relating to handicraft in
bronze the Japanese are unexcelled. Their flowered lacquer-work, also,
with figures raised in gold, has been perfected for a thousand years;
while in the realm of silk embroidery and gold brocade the Japanese
have been said to paint with the needle as other artists do with the
brush. In brief, they have produced among themselves and for themselves,
for centuries, unnumbered masterpieces of artistic excellence, and
this without a particle of outside help save that which came to them
originally from China. Not, therefore, as uncultured mendicants have they
appeared upon the threshold of the western world; but rather as people
who, while accepting much that we have gained, have also not a little
of value to impart. Hence they are a nation that elicits, not merely
interest and astonishment, but also admiration and respect.

[Illustration: CLOISONNÉ VASES.]

[Illustration: ONE OF JAPAN'S HUGE BELLS.]

[Illustration: "IN THE GLOAMING."]

There is a fascination in watching a Japanese artist engaged in
_cloisonné_ work. Taking a copper vase, he traces on its surface certain
figures, such as flowers, birds, and trees. Then, from a roll of brass,
one-sixteenth of an inch in breadth, he cuts off tiny pieces which, with
consummate skill, and by eye-measurement alone, he twists into a mass of
lines which correspond exactly to the figures he has drawn. Holding these
bits of brass between the points of tweezers, he touches them with glue,
and deftly locates them upon the rounded surface of the vase. At length,
when all the figures are outlined, as it were, in skeleton, the flesh
has to be applied. In other words, the thousands of interstices between
the lines of brass are filled up with enamel of all shades and colors.
When this is done the jar is put into a furnace, then touched with more
enamel, then fired again, and so on, till it has been brought to the
required degree of artistic finish. Then it is polished with great care,
until the shining edges of the brass show through the enamel like the
veins of a leaf. The colors also, by this time, are perfectly distinct
and permanent, and the entire work stands forth,--a marvelous combination
of delicacy, strength, and beauty.

[Illustration: A SERENADE.]

[Illustration: A WAYSIDE MONUMENT.]

The scene, at evening, on the river-bank at Kioto is charming. Along the
water' sedge are numerous little tea-houses, in front of which are many
wooden piers. These are divided off into little squares, like private
boxes in a theatre, and in them groups of Japanese are seated,--smoking,
or taking supper in the open air. Meantime, a thousand colored lanterns
gleam like fireflies on either shore and fleck the river with a dust of
gold.

One cannot, however, praise the music which is here produced. It would
be highly amusing, if one were deaf; but when one's hearing is acute,
a little of such music goes a long way. None of the most enthusiastic
admirers of the Japanese has dared, as yet, to praise their music. To
Occidental ears the twanging of their banjo strings, and, above all,
their caterwaulings, are positive torture. And yet, it must be said that
to the Japanese our music seemed at first no less absurd than theirs to
us. At the first opera given in Tokio by a European company, the Japanese
audience was convulsed with laughter, and when the prima donna sang her
highest notes, some men and women could no longer control themselves,
and were seen stuffing their handkerchiefs into their mouths to avoid
uttering shrieks of merriment.

[Illustration: PRIESTLY MUSICIANS.]

In the immediate vicinity of Kioto is a bamboo grove possessing an extent
and beauty unusual even in Japan, where the plant grows luxuriantly.
The various ways in which the Japanese use the bamboo stalk afforded
us continual amusement and surprise, while it challenged admiration
for their ingenuity. Bridges and scaffolding supports, water-pipes and
fences, furniture, umbrellas, baskets, fans, hats, pipe-stems, sandals,
screens, and walking-sticks,--are all constructed from that jointed,
hollow stem, which looks so light and delicate, yet in reality is strong
and durable. A thing of beauty and utility, the bamboo is certainly one
of the greatest blessings that Nature has bestowed upon her children in
the Land of the Rising Sun.

[Illustration: GROVE NEAR KIOTO.]

A pretty sight in traveling through the province of Uji, near Kioto,
are its tea-plantations, consisting of acres of evergreen bushes, two
or three feet high. Among these move and sparkle in the sun odd bits of
color, which prove to be the scanty robes of women and children crouching
among the plants and picking their leaves. Most of these tea-plants are
left unsheltered from the sun and storm, but the more valuable shrubs,
producing tea worth six or seven dollars a pound, are covered by a
trellis of bamboo, on which straw mats are placed. Sometimes the floor of
an entire valley will be concealed beneath these mattings, which resemble
a gigantic tent.

[Illustration: A TEA-PLANTATION.]

It is a curious fact that, unlike teas from India and China, Japanese
tea must not be made with boiling water, as that gives it a bitter
flavor. Indeed, the finer the quality of the tea the cooler must be
the water. Tea is the national beverage of Japan, and has been largely
used there for nearly a thousand years. The Japanese hotels are known
as "tea-houses," which correspond also to the _cafés_ of Europe. The
_cha-no-yu_, or fashionable ceremony of serving and drinking tea, has
been for seven hundred years a national institution, governed by the
minutest etiquette, each action and each gesture being regulated by
a code of rules. It is said to have originated in a formal style of
tea-drinking among the Buddhist priests, who found the beverage an easy
means of keeping themselves awake during their nocturnal vigils. Japan
may be said, therefore, not only to owe the introduction of the tea-plant
to a celebrated Buddhist saint, who imported it from China, but for her
elaborate ceremony of tea-drinking to be still further indebted to the
priests of Buddhism.

While walking one day in Kioto, we met a fellow-passenger from Vancouver.

[Illustration: TEA-PICKERS.]

"What places have you visited?" he asked.

We told him.

"Have you not been to Haruna, beyond Ikao?" he inquired.

"No," we replied. "We thought of going there, but finally decided to omit
it."

"You made a great mistake!" he cried. "Why not retrace your steps and go
there now? It is not too late."

"That means," we said, "in all, six hundred miles of extra travel."

[Illustration: SACRED ROCKS AND TREES.]

"No matter," he insisted. "You had better do it."

"Are you quite serious?"

"Not only serious, but enthusiastic. You will never regret it. Go!"

[Illustration: IKAO]

We followed his advice, and a few days later, one afternoon in late
October, we found ourselves almost the only guests in a well-kept
tea-house in Ikao. Swift 'rikisha men had brought us hither from the
railway station, sixteen miles away. The air was most exhilarating, for
we were three thousand feet above the sea, which we had left eight hours
before at Yokohama. Around us on all sides were lofty mountains, whose
hidden treasures could not be explored in jinrikishas, for this was
another point where all roads terminate, and only paths lead inward to
the fabled homes of mountain deities.

[Illustration: THE PATH THROUGH THE FOREST.]

It was four o'clock the next morning when we started. It was still dark.
The stars were glorious. We knew the coming day would be superb. It was
as yet too cold for riding, so, followed by our kago-bearers, we set
forth on foot. For some time we walked on in silence, enraptured with the
splendor of the sky. Above us gleamed the Dipper's seven diamond points;
Orion's belt hung radiant amid a galaxy of other suns; while, just above
a lofty mountain range, flashed with unwonted brilliancy the herald of
approaching day. At length the stellar light began to pale. The east
became first white, then golden, as the sun advanced, and then there came
an hour's scenery that can never be effaced from my memory.

[Illustration: LAKE BIWA.]

The colors on the mountains were magnificent. Autumnal foliage mantled
them with glory. Thousands of oaks and maples lined the slopes with every
shade of orange, red, vermilion, green, and purple. In any light these
varied tints would have been beautiful; but to behold them changing
into glory, tree by tree, as the first touch of dawn awakened them from
sleep, was such a vision as we had never hoped to look upon. Some of this
radiant foliage bedecked the ground, and sometimes we walked ankle-deep
through multicolored leaves.

[Illustration: THE STAIRCASE AT HARUNA.]

Moreover, the pathway was all white with frost, and stretched away in
glittering perspective through the trees, like an avenue of silver
between mountains of jewels. Intoxicated with such sights and with the
crisp, aromatic air of that October dawn, we walked for miles without
fatigue, unable to repress at times our exclamations of enthusiasm.

After a time, we found ourselves at the entrance to a deep ravine, shaded
by giant trees, which at that early hour were still unburnished by the
sun. In view of the reverence felt by the Japanese for massive rocks and
time-gnarled trees, it is not strange that this wild gorge of Haruna has
been for ages looked upon as sacred. A feeling of solemnity stole over
us. Instinctively we spoke in softer tones. I felt as once before, when
sailing into a Norwegian fjord. It was a place for Dante to describe and
for Dore to illustrate.

At length we saw, wedged in between two mighty rocks, a flight of stone
steps leading to a lacquered gate. Our Japanese attendant immediately
bowed his head, removed his sandals, and knelt down to pray. Nor was
this strange. Who could resist, in such a place, the impulse to revere
that Power of which these forms of nature were imperfect symbols? At
all events, whatever may have been the difference in our creeds, both
traveler and native worshiped here that day,--one standing in the forest
shade, the other kneeling on the moss-grown steps.

[Illustration: "HUGE CRYPTOMERIAS LIKE THOSE OF NIKKO."]

[Illustration: THE HEART OF OLD JAPAN.]

After some moments' silence, our attendant arose and began the ascent. We
followed him. On passing the first gateway, we perceived another smaller
portal, which seemed to lead directly into the cliff. Above it was a
rock, a hundred and fifty feet in height, and shaped like a gigantic
obelisk. Around it rose huge cryptomerias, like those of Nikko, wrinkled
with age, and solemn in their sanctity and shade. The mountain-side so
overhung the place that it seemed kept from falling only by a caprice
of nature. We almost feared to speak, lest, like some Alpine avalanche,
the monstrous mass might fall and overwhelm us. Finally, however, we
passed beneath the second arch; and, lo! before us, on a shelf of rock,
completely isolated from the outer world, and guarded by these sentinels
of stone, we saw a sacred shrine. Even at that early hour one pilgrim
was already here, and, as the radiance of the rising sun stole through
the twilight of the holy grove and turned the temple steps to gold,
unconscious of the picture he produced, he knelt in prayer.

[Illustration: SACRED PORTAL.]

That scene can never be forgotten. An interval of centuries seemed to
separate us from the Japan of Yokohama. No whisper of approaching change
had yet penetrated these peaceful solitudes. No earthquake-shock of doubt
had sent a tremor through this mountain altar. The faith which chose this
immemorial forest for its temple still reigned here supreme. And as we
stood by this illumined portico, in which a ray of sunlight glittered
like a sacred fire, we felt that we had reached the Heart of Old Japan.

[Illustration]


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CHINA


[Illustration: HONG-KONG.]




CHINA


[Illustration: EMPEROR OF CHINA.]


China defies the world to equal her in three important respects: age,
population, and industries. As for the first, she undoubtedly has the
oldest Government on earth. Even the Papacy is young compared with it;
and as for our republic, it is a thing of yesterday. A Chinaman once said
to an American: "Wait till your Government has been tried before you
boast of it. What is a hundred years? Ours has stood the test of forty
centuries. When you did not exist, we were. When you shall have passed
away, we still shall be."

In point of numbers, too, the Chinese empire leads the world. Its area is
nearly twice as large as that of the United States, and it has six times
as many people. The governor of one Chinese province rules over sixty
million souls. Have we a definite conception of what four hundred million
human beings are? Arrange the inhabitants of our globe in one long line,
and every fourth man will be a Chinaman.

As for her industries, Musa, the Saracen conqueror of Spain, once aptly
said that Wisdom, when she came from heaven to earth, was lodged in
the head of the Greeks, the tongue of the Arabs, and the hands of the
Chinese. China was once what the United States is now--the birthplace of
inventions. Paper was manufactured there in the third century of our era.
Tea was produced a century later. If Europe had enjoyed communication
with China, it would have learned the art of printing many centuries
before it did; and who can say what might have been the result? A
thousand years ago the Chinese made designs on wood. Printing from stone
was a still earlier industry among them. In China, also, gunpowder was
first invented--a thought by which, alas! so many thoughts have been
destroyed. This same astonishing race produced the mariner's compass
in the fourth century, porcelain in the third, chess and playing-cards
in the twelfth, and silk embroideries in almost prehistoric times. An
empire, therefore, of such vast antiquity, overwhelming population, and
great achievements must be, despite its faults, a country of absorbing
interest.

[Illustration: A CHINESE TEMPLE.]

The most delightful portion of the voyage from Japan to China lies in
the Japanese Mediterranean, known as the Inland Sea. It is a miniature
ocean, practically land-locked for three hundred miles, with both shores
constantly in sight, yet strewn with islands of all shapes and sizes,
from small and uninhabited rocks to wave-encircled hills, terraced and
cultivated to their very summits. It seems as if volcanic action here
had caused the land to sink, until the ocean rushed in and submerged it,
leaving only the highest peaks above the waves.

[Illustration: THE JAPANESE MEDITERRANEAN.]

We lingered here all day upon the steamer's deck, like passengers on the
Rhine, fearing to lose a single feature of the varied panorama gliding
by on either side. By night it was more glorious even than by day; for
then, from every dangerous cliff flashed forth a beacon light; the
villages along the shore displayed a line of glittering points, like
constellations rising from the sea; and, best of all, at a later hour,
moonlight lent enchantment to the scene, drawing a crystal edge along
each mountain crest, and making every island seem a jewel on a silver
thread.

[Illustration: WAVE-ENCIRCLED HILLS.]

[Illustration: HUGE SAILS LIKE THE WINGS OF BATS.]

When we emerged from these inland waters, we saw between us and the
setting sun the stretch of ocean called the China Sea. At certain
seasons of the year this is the favorite pathway of typhoons; and the
Formosa Channel, in particular, has been a graveyard for countless
vessels. Indeed, only three weeks before, a sister ship of ours--the
"Bokhara,"--had gone down here in a terrific cyclone. Yet when we sailed
its waters nothing could have been more beautiful. Day after day this sea
of evil omen rested motionless, like a sleek tigress gorged with food and
basking in the sun.

[Illustration: THE HARBOR OF HONG-KONG.]

After a three-days' voyage from the Japanese coast, we began to meet, in
constantly increasing numbers, large, pointed boats, propelled by huge
sails ribbed with cross-bars, like the wings of bats. Upon the bow of
each was painted an enormous eye; for of their sailing-craft the mariners
of China, in elementary English, say: "If boat no have eye, how can boat
see go?" We were assured that these were Chinese sailing-craft, and that
our destination was not far away; but it was difficult to realize this,
and I remember looking off beyond those ships and trying to convince
myself that we were actually on the opposite side of the globe from home
and friends, and in a few brief hours were to land in that vast Eastern
empire so full of mystery in its exclusiveness, antiquity, and changeless
calm.

[Illustration: THE CITY OF VICTORIA.]

That night the agitation that precedes one's first arrival in a foreign
land made sleep almost impossible. It seemed to me that I had not
closed my eyes when suddenly the steamer stopped. To my astonishment,
the morning light had already found its way into my state-room. We had
arrived! Hurrying to the deck, therefore, I looked upon the glorious
harbor of Hong-Kong. A hundred ships and steamers lay at anchor here,
displaying flags of every country on the globe. Although the day had
hardly dawned, these waters showed great animation. Steam-launches,
covered with white awnings, were darting to and fro like flying-fish.
Innumerable smaller boats, called sampans, propelled by Chinese men and
women, surrounded each incoming steamer, like porpoises around a whale.
On one side rose some barren-looking mountains, which were a part of the
mainland of China; but for the moment they presented little to attract
us. It was the other shore of this magnificent harbor that awoke our
interest; for there we saw an island twenty-seven miles in circumference,
covered with mountains rising boldly from the sea. Along the base of one
of these elevations, and built in terraces far up on its precipitous
slopes, was a handsome city.

[Illustration: THE PUBLIC GARDENS.]

"What is this?" we inquired eagerly.

"The town itself," was the reply, "is called Victoria, but this imposing
island to whose flank it clings, is, as you may suppose, Hong-Kong."

[Illustration: A STREET IN HONG-KONG.]

The first impression made upon me here was that of mild astonishment
at the architecture. Almost without exception, the prominent buildings
of Victoria have on every story deep porticoes divided by columns into
large, square spaces, which from a distance look like letter-boxes in
a post-office. We soon discovered that such deep, shadowy verandas are
essential here, for as late as November it was imprudent not to carry a
white umbrella, and even before our boat had brought us from the steamer
to the pier, we perceived that the solar rays were not to be trifled with.

As soon as possible after landing, we started to explore this British
settlement. I was delighted with its streets and buildings. The former
are broad, smooth and clean; the latter, three or four stories high,
are built of granite, and even on a curve have sidewalks shielded from
the sun or rain by the projection of the roof above. Truly, the touch
of England has wrought astounding changes in the fifty-five years that
she has held this island as her own. Before she came it was the resort
of poverty-stricken fishermen and pirates. But now the city of Victoria
alone contains two hundred thousand souls, while the grand aqueducts and
roads which cross the mountains of Hong-Kong are worthy to be compared
with some of the monumental works of ancient Rome.

[Illustration: DEEP PORTICOES AND COLONNADES.]

Along the principal thoroughfare in Victoria, the banks, shops, hotels,
and club-houses, which succeed each other rapidly, are built of the fine
gray granite of the adjacent mountains, and show handsome architectural
designs. Everything looks as trim and spotless as the appointments of
a man-of-war. Even the district of the town inhabited by Chinamen is
kept by constant watchfulness immeasurably cleaner than a Chinese city;
although if one desires to see the world-wide difference that exists
between the British and Mongolian races, he merely needs to take a short
walk through the Chinese quarter of Victoria. But such comparisons may
well be deferred until one reaches Canton. There one beholds the genuine
native article.

[Illustration: THE BANK, HONG-KONG.]

The police who guard the lives and property of the residents of
Hong-Kong, are for the most part picked men of English birth, and are
considered as trustworthy as regular troops. But several hundred of
these guardians of the peace are Sikhs--a race imported hither from
India--renowned for bravery, loyal to the British government, and having
no sympathy with the Chinese. These Sikhs have handsome faces, brilliant
eyes, and dark complexions, the effect of which is wonderfully enhanced
by their immense red turbans, conspicuous two or three blocks away,
not only by their startling color, but because their wearers exceed in
stature all other races in Hong-Kong.

[Illustration: POLICEMEN.]

Strolling one morning through the outskirts of the city, I came upon some
troops engaged in military manoeuvres, and attired in white from head to
foot, to shield them from the sun. What traveler in the East can forget
the ever-present soldiers of Great Britain, of whom there are nearly
three thousand in the garrison of Hong-Kong? I know it is frequently the
fashion to sneer at them and to question their efficiency in case of war.
I know, too, that in certain ways the vast extent of England's empire
constitutes her weakness.

[Illustration: SOLDIERS DRILLING.]

But I must say that in a tour around our planet I was impressed as never
before with what the British had accomplished in the way of conquest,
and with the number of strategic points they hold in every quarter of
the globe. We had but recently left the western terminus of England's
North American possessions, yet in a few days we discerned the flag of
England flying at Hong-Kong. Next we beheld the Union Jack at Singapore,
then at Penang, then at Ceylon, and after that throughout the length and
breadth of the vast empire of India, as well as the enormous area of
Burma. Leaving Rangoon, if we sail southward, we are reminded that the
southernmost portion of Africa is entirely in English hands, as well as
the huge continent of Australia.

[Illustration: CHINESE COBBLER.]

[Illustration: A BIT OF CHINATOWN IN HONG-KONG.]

Returning northward, we find the same great colonizing power stationed
at the mouth of the Red Sea, in the British citadel of Aden. Again a
trifling journey, and we reach Egypt, via the Suez Canal, both virtually
controlled to-day by England. Then, like the three stars in Orion's belt,
across the Mediterranean lie Cyprus, Malta, and Gibraltar; in fact, we
find one mighty girdle of imposing strongholds all the way, bristling
with cannon, guarded by leviathans in armor, and garrisoned by thousands
of such soldiers as were drilling at Hong-Kong.

[Illustration: CHAIR-COOLIES AT HONG-KONG.]

One of the first desires of the visitor to Hong-Kong is to explore
the mountain which towers above the city of Victoria to a height of
nearly two thousand feet. To do this with the least exertion, each of
our party took a canvas-covered bamboo chair, supported by long poles,
which Chinese coolies carry on their shoulders. On level ground, two of
these bearers were enough, but on the mountain roads three or four men
were usually needed. To my surprise, I found the motion of these chairs
agreeable. The poles possess such elasticity that, leaning back, I was
rocked lightly up and down without the least unpleasant jar. In fact,
at times the rhythm of that oscillation gave me a sense of drowsiness
difficult to resist.

But, alas! we had not here for carriers the cleanly natives of Japan. It
may be, as some residents of Hong-Kong assert, that Chinamen are more
trustworthy and honest than the Japanese, but certainly in point of
personal attractiveness the contrast between these races is remarkable.
The bodies of the lower classes of Chinese reveal no evidence of that
care so characteristic of the natives of Japan. Their teeth are often
yellow tusks; their nails resemble eagle's claws; and their unbecoming
clothes seem glazed by perspiration. Nor is there usually anything in
their manner to redeem all this. Where the light-hearted Japs enjoy their
work, and laugh and talk, the Chinese coolies labor painfully, and rarely
smile, regarding you meantime with a supercilious air, as if despising
you for being what they call "a foreign devil."

[Illustration: THE MOUNTAIN ABOVE VICTORIA.]

Nevertheless, despite the repulsive appearance of our bearers, we
thoroughly enjoyed our excursion up the mountain. At every step our
admiration was increased for the magnificent roads which wind about the
cliffs in massive terraces, arched over by majestic trees, bordered
by parapets of stone, lighted with gas, and lined with broad, deep
aqueducts, through which at times the copious rainfall rushes like a
mountain stream. It will be seen that such a comparison is not an
exaggeration, when I add that not many years ago, thirty-two inches of
rain fell here in thirty hours. This mountain is the favorite abode of
wealthy foreigners, and hence these curving avenues present on either
side, almost to the summit, a series of attractive villas commanding
lovely views. On account of their situation, the gardens of these
hillside homes are necessarily small; but in the midst of them, about
five hundred feet above the town, a charming botanical park has been laid
out.

[Illustration: THE CABLE-ROAD TO VICTORIA PEAK.]

Forgetful of our coolies at the gate, we lingered in this garden
for an hour or two, delighted with its fine display of semitropical
foliage. It is marvelous what skillful gardeners have accomplished
here, in transforming what was fifty years ago a barren rock into an
open-air conservatory. Palms, banyans, india-rubber trees, mimosas
with their tufts of gold, camellias with their snowy blossoms--all
these are here, with roses, mignonette, and jessamine, surrounded with
innumerable ferns. Occasionally we encountered in this fragrant area a
Chinese gentleman, indulging leisurely his love of flowers; for this
delightful park is open to all without regard to race or creed, although
the population of the island is extremely cosmopolitan. Englishmen,
Americans, Germans, Frenchmen, Spaniards, Portuguese, Italians, Parsees,
Mohammedans, Jews, Hindus, and fully one hundred and fifty thousand
Chinamen, are residents of the city of Victoria alone.

[Illustration: THE BOTANICAL PARK, HONG-KONG.]

In this retired park one does not realize that Hong-Kong is such a
rendezvous for different nationalities; but frequently, while we were
walking here, the sharp report of a cannon forced a discordant echo from
the neighboring hills and told us that some foreign man-of-war had just
appeared within the bay; for here some ship or steamer is continually
arriving or departing, and many times a day there comes a deafening
interchange of salutes that sends a thrill through every window-pane upon
the mountain.

[Illustration: AN OPEN-AIR CONSERVATORY.]

One can well understand, therefore, that with so mixed a population and
in such close proximity to China, the officers sent out here by the
British government must be men of courage, the garrison of the island
strong, and its administration prompt and resolute. A single incident
revealed to me the crimes which would undoubtedly creep forth, like
vipers from a loathsome cave, were they not kept in check by vigorous
justice and incessant vigilance. In one of the residences on the height
above Victoria, I met one day at dinner the captain of a steamer anchored
in the bay. He asked me to come out some evening and pay a visit to his
ship. The following night, soon after dark, I walked down to the pier,
intending to embark on one of the many boats along the shore. I was about
to enter one, when a policeman rapidly approached. "Give me your name and
number," he said roughly to the Chinese boatman. Then turning to me, he
politely asked my name, address, and destination, and when I intended to
return, "I am obliged to do this," he explained, "for your protection.
There is a population of twenty thousand Chinese living in this harbor
upon boats alone, besides the usual criminals who drift to such a place.
Before we adopted this precaution, a foreigner would sometimes embark
on one of these craft and never be seen again. In such a case search
was useless. He had disappeared as quietly and thoroughly as a piece of
silver dropped into the bay."

[Illustration: A HONG-KONG STREET--IN THE CHINESE QUARTER.]

[Illustration: IN THE BUSINESS SECTION.]

[Illustration: VIEW FROM VICTORIA PEAK]

When I stood on the apex of Victoria Peak, I thought that I had never
seen a finer prospect. Nearly two thousand feet below us lay the renowned
metropolis of the East which bears the name of England's queen. From
this great elevation, its miles of granite blocks resembled a stupendous
landslide, which, sweeping downward from this rocky height, had forced
its cracked and creviced mass far out into the bay. Between this and the
mainland opposite, curved a portion of that ocean-girdle which surrounds
the island, and on its surface countless boats and steamers seemed, in
the long perspective, like ornaments of bead-work on a lady's belt.

[Illustration: THE RACE-TRACK, HONG-KONG.]

Around the summit of the mountain are several handsome villas and hotels,
whither the residents of Victoria come in summer to escape the heat; but,
as a rule, in riding over the island I saw outside of the city very few
houses, and little agriculture. The soil of Hong-Kong is not fertile;
but politically and commercially the island is immensely valuable, for
England has now made of it the great emporium of the Far East, and,
garrisoned by British troops, it guards completely the approaches to that
river, upon which, ninety-two miles inland from the ocean, lies the city
of Canton.

One of the pleasantest excursions in Hong-Kong may be made in
sedan-chairs, some six miles over the hills, to the great reservoir
which supplies the city with water. The aqueduct which comes from it is
solidly constructed, and on its summit is a granite path protected by
iron railings. This winds along the cliffs for miles, and is in many
places cut through solid rock. It is an illustration of the handsome,
yet substantial character of everything accomplished here. One feels
that such works are not only artistic, but enduring. Here are no wooden
trestles, no hastily constructed bridges and no half-made roads to be
destroyed by mountain-torrents, but everywhere the best of masonry,
cyclopean in massiveness and perfect in detail.

[Illustration: THE AQUEDUCT, HONG-KONG.]

On reaching the terminus of this granite pathway we saw before us the
principal reservoir of Hong-Kong. Though largely artificial, it looks
precisely like a natural lake hidden away among the mountains. Before it
was constructed the island's water-supply was lamentably insufficient,
and the notorious "Hong-Kong fever" gave the place an evil name. But now,
in spite of its large native population, Victoria has as low a death-rate
as most European cities. The foreign residents are very proud of these
magnificent water-works; yet, after ten days' sojourn here, when I took
leave of several gentlemen by whom I had been entertained in private
houses and at clubs, candor compelled me to confess that, so far as I had
been able to observe, the foreign population makes very little use of
this water for drinking purposes.

[Illustration: A MOUNTAIN ROAD, HONG-KONG.]

[Illustration: AN EASY DESCENT.]

On starting to descend the mountain, we found a shorter route than the
circuitous path by which we had come--an admirably managed cable-road.
In viewing this, the question naturally arises how the Chinese can look
on such conveniences as England has here introduced, and still remain
content to have in their enormous empire scarcely a decent road, and
only a few miles of railway, built to transport coal. Canals and rivers
are still the usual arteries of travel through the most of China. In the
northern provinces, where carts are used, the roads are often worn below
the surface of the adjacent land, and hence become, in the rainy season,
mere water-courses. Travelers are occasionally obliged to swim across
them; and cases have been known of people drowning in a Chinese roadway.
Moreover, the characteristic carts of China are of the most primitive
description, having no seats except the floor, and no springs save the
involuntary ones contributed by their luckless passengers. Yet, in many
districts, even such vehicles can find no path, and people travel about
in wheel-barrows propelled by coolies who are sometimes aided by a sail.
The Bishop of North China, for example, makes many of his parochial
visits in a wheelbarrow.

[Illustration: A CHINESE ROAD.]

[Illustration: A CHINESE VEHICLE.]

[Illustration: CHINESE GRAVES.]

There is now in China a small progressive party which favors building
railroads, as the Japanese have done, but the immense majority are
against it. Some years ago a foreign company built a railroad near
Shanghai, but the Chinese speedily bought it up at a great cost,
transported the rails and locomotives to the sea, and left them to rust
upon the beach. This opposition to railways is principally due to the
belief that the use of them would deprive millions of people of their
means of gaining a livelihood, and that they would, moreover, disturb
the graveyards of the country. This latter objection seems at first
incredible; but it must be remembered that Chinese cemeteries are strewn
broadcast over the land,

    "Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
    In Vallombrosa."

[Illustration: HONG-KONG.]

[Illustration: AN ELABORATE TOMB.]

[Illustration: THE FOREIGN CEMETERY, HONG-KONG.]

One sees them everywhere, usurping valuable tracts of territory needed
for the living. Outside the city of Canton, for example, there is
a graveyard thirty miles in length, in which are buried fully one
hundred generations. Yet the Chinese insist that not one grave shall be
disturbed, lest multitudes of avenging ghosts should be let loose upon
them for such sacrilege. In fact, the permanence and inviolability of
graves lie at the very foundation of Chinese life and customs, which is
ancestor-worship. From childhood to old age the principal duty of all
Chinamen is to propitiate the spirits of their ancestors, and to make
offerings to them regularly at their tombs. This custom cripples the
colossal empire of China as paralysis would a giant, and fear of doing
violence to their dead holds China's millions in an iron grasp.

[Illustration: A FELLOW PASSENGER.]

[Illustration: ON THE CANTON RIVER.]

The discussion of this theme, as we were descending the mountain,
suggested to us the idea of visiting the foreign cemetery in Hong-Kong.
In this, as in the public garden, charming results have been obtained
by care and irrigation. We were accompanied by a gentleman who had
resided on the island nearly thirty years. "In spite of the beauty of
this place," he said, "I dread to think that I shall probably be buried
here--unable to escape from China even after death. For notwithstanding
many pleasant friends, my life, like that of many here, has been at
best a dreary banishment from all that makes your Occidental life so
stimulating to the intellect and so rich in pleasures. The world at
home," he added, "sometimes blames us for faults, the cause of which
is often only an intense desire to counteract the loneliness of our
existence; and foreigners in the East deserve some sympathy, if only from
the fact that in these cemeteries, kept with so much care, the graves
of those we love increase so rapidly." After a few days at Hong-Kong we
embarked on one of the American steamers which ply between Victoria and
Canton. These boats are modest imitations of the Fall River steamers on
Long Island Sound. We found the one that we took clean and comfortable
and its American captain cordial and communicative. During the trip he
related to us many incidents of his life in China. This he could easily
do, for there were only two other foreign passengers on board, and hence,
so long as we remained upon the promenade deck, the spacious vessel
seemed to be our private yacht.

[Illustration: RIVER BOATS.]

On passing, however, to the deck below, we found a number of Chinamen,
likewise going to Canton. Most of them were smoking, lying on their
backs, their heads supported by a bale of cloth. At first we thought
these constituted all the passengers; but presently we learned, to our
astonishment, that farther down, packed in the hold like sardines in a
box, and barricaded from us by an iron grating, were more than a thousand
Chinese coolies. A sentry, heavily armed, stood by the padlocked grating
constantly; while in the wheel-house and saloon were stands of loaded
muskets ready for emergencies. The danger is that Chinese pirates will
come on board in the disguise of coolies, and at a favorable moment
take possession of the ship. One naturally thinks this an impossible
occurrence; but only a few years ago this actually took place on one of
these boats. A well-armed band of desperadoes swarmed up from the hold,
shot down the captain in cold blood, and also some of the passengers who
tried to interfere. Then, taking command of the ship, they forced the
engineer and crew to do their bidding, steered to a lonely point where
their confederates awaited them, unloaded the valuable cargo into their
boats, disabled the engine so that the survivors could not give the
alarm, and finally made their escape. Such are the indisputable facts.
Yet, sailing up this peaceful river, reclining in our easy chairs, and
soothed by the soft, balmy air, the tragedy seemed so incredible that we
were obliged to put our hands upon the guns, in order to realize that
precautions were still needed.

[Illustration: EXECUTION OF THE PIRATES.]

As an additional proof, the captain showed us a photograph of the sequel
to that act of piracy. For, as a matter of course, the British Government
demanded satisfaction for this outrage, and in compliance nineteen
criminals were beheaded. Whether they were the actual pirates, however,
has been doubted. China always has scores of men awaiting execution--a
dozen here, a dozen there. What matters it if those who merit death
are said to have committed one crime or another? England had no way
of identifying them. Accordingly she shut her eyes, accepted what the
Chinese said of them, and took it for granted that the decapitated men
were the real culprits. At all events, as an eye-witness told us, the
deed itself was quickly done. In each case there was only one swing of
the executioner's arm, and one flash of the two-edged sword; then, like
a row of flowers clipped from their stems, the heads of all the kneeling
criminals were lying in the sand, with staring eyes turned upward toward
the sky.

[Illustration: WITH STARING EYES TURNED UPWARD.]

[Illustration: AN OLD CHINESE FORT, CANTON RIVER.]

[Illustration: OPIUM-SMOKING.]

[Illustration: SINGING GIRLS.]

On leaving this repulsive picture in the captain's cabin, we found that
we were approaching the once important settlement of Whampoa. Its glory
is gone now, but formerly it played a prominent part in Eastern politics
and commerce; for previous to the Opium War of 1841 and the establishment
of the Treaty Ports, this was as far as foreign ships were permitted to
come, and Whampoa was then a kind of counter across which Cantonese and
Europeans traded. We now began to observe along the shore strange-looking
boats protected by a roof and filled with fruits and vegetables for
the Canton market. Moreover, on both sides of the river for many miles
we looked on countless little patches of rice, bananas, oranges, and
sugar-cane. At one point our attention was called to an island on which
are some old fortifications used by China fifty years ago in her attempt
to exclude opium from her territory. I suppose that no intelligent
student of the subject doubts that the real cause of the war of 1841 was
the attempt of England to force upon the Chinese a drug which no one
dares to sell in London, even now, unless it bears the label "poison." In
1840, the Commissioner of Canton thus addressed the Queen of England:

"How can your country seek to acquire wealth by selling us an article so
injurious to mankind? I have heard that you have a generous heart; you
must be willing, therefore, to obey the motto of Confucius, and refuse to
do to others what you would not have others do to you."

In an address to foreign traders, issued in 1840, the Chinese also said:
"Reflect that if you did not bring opium here, where could our people
obtain it? Shall, then, our people die, and your lives not be required?
You are destroying human life for the sake of gain. You should surrender
your opium out of regard for the natural feelings of mankind. If not, it
is right for us to drive every ship of your nation from our shores."

[Illustration: A CHINESE BRIDGE.]

Finding that these appeals were of no avail, the Chinese finally
compelled the British merchants in Canton to give up all the opium in
their possession. It amounted to twenty-one thousand chests, or about
three million pounds. This mass of poison the Chinese threw into the
river, chest after chest, much as Americans treated English tea in
Boston harbor. As it dissolved, it is said that a large number of fish
died. England retaliated by broadsides from her men-of-war, and in 1842,
after an unequal struggle, China was forced to pay her victorious enemy
twenty-one million dollars--six millions for the opium destroyed, and
fifteen millions as a war indemnity, besides giving to England as her
property forever, the island of Hong-Kong, and opening five new ports to
foreign trade.

[Illustration: THE CURSE OF CHINA.]

About a century ago opium was rarely used in China except as medicine.
To-day it enters through the openings made by English cannon, at the
rate of six thousand tons a year, and at an annual profit to the Indian
treasury of from thirty to forty million dollars. But this is not the
worst: the vice of opium-smoking has spread with such rapidity that in
one Chinese city alone, where thirty years ago only five opium dens
existed, there are now five thousand. In the minds of many Chinamen,
therefore, Christianity is principally associated with the gift of opium
and its attendant evils. China has now begun to cultivate the poppy for
herself, and in some provinces six-tenths of the land is given over to
producing opium, to the great detriment of agriculture. For the Chinese
argue that if they must have it anyway, they may as well profit by it
themselves, and let their own crop vie with that which England sends
from India. It should be said that earnest protests have often been made
by conscientious Englishmen against this conduct of their Government,
but all remonstrances have failed to change its policy. Hence, when our
British cousins sometimes humorously say that we Americans worship only
the almighty dollar, it may be well to ask if any deity under the sun is
more devoutly reverenced than the omnipotent pounds, shillings, and pence.

[Illustration: A VILLAGE SCENE.]

When we had steamed about five hours from Hong-Kong, we came in sight
of our first Chinese pagoda. It is a hollow tower of brick about three
hundred feet in height, and resembles, on an enormous scale, one of
those tapering sticks which jewelers use for sizing rings. At first, I
thought that the nine circular terraces which mark its different stories
were adorned with flags or tapestry, but closer scrutiny revealed the
melancholy fact that weeds and bushes are now growing here. Indeed, like
most of the sacred buildings that I saw in China, it looked both dirty
and dilapidated.

[Illustration: PAGODA, NEAR CANTON RIVER.]

Soon after leaving this neglected edifice, we found ourselves amid a
constantly increasing throng of Chinese boats, and I began to realize
that these were specimens of that "floating population" of Canton of
which we have all read, but of which nothing but a visit to it can give
an adequate idea.

Hardly was our steamer anchored in the stream before the city, when
hundreds of these boats closed in upon us on all sides, like cakes of
floating ice around a vessel in the Arctic sea. Wedging and pushing
frantically, the boatmen almost swamped themselves. They fought for
places near the ship like men and women in a panic. The din of voices
sounded like the barking of five hundred canines at a dog-show;
and Chinese gutturals flew through the air like bullets from a
_mitrailleuse_. It seemed impossible to disembark in such a mob.

But suddenly I felt a pressure on my arm. I turned and saw apparently
three laundrymen from the United States. A glance assured me they were
father and sons. "Good morning, sir," said one of them in excellent
English, "do you know Carter Harrison, of Chicago?"

[Illustration: NEARING CANTON.]

This question, coming in such a place and at such a time, rendered me
speechless with astonishment.

"He mentioned us in his book, 'A Race With the Sun,'" continued the
young Chinaman. "This is my father, the famous guide, Ah Cum. This is my
brother, and I am Ah Cum, Jr. The others are engaged for to-morrow, but I
can serve you. Will you take me?"

"So you are Ah Cum?" I rejoined; "I have heard much of you. Your
reference book must be a valuable autograph album of distinguished
travelers. Yes, we will take you; and, first of all, can you get us
safely into one of those boats? And if so, who will guarantee that we
shall not be murdered?"

"Ah Cum."

Accordingly we "came," and presently found ourselves in a boat. I cannot
relate how we got there. I do not know, myself. I think of it now as one
recalls the pulling of a tooth when under the influence of laughing-gas.
I have a dim remembrance of jumping from one reeling skiff to another,
of stumbling over slippery seats, of holding on to Ah Cum, Sr., and
being pushed by Ah Cum, Jr., and now and then grabbing frantically at
a Chinese queue, as a drowning man catches at a rope. The only reason
that I did not fall into the water is that there was not space enough
between the boats. At last, however, bruised and breathless, we reached a
place of refuge, and watched our boatmen fight their way out through the
crowd, until we landed on the neighboring island of Shameen. After the
pandemonium around the steamer, this seemed a perfect paradise of beauty
and repose. It is about a mile and a quarter in circumference, and is
reserved exclusively for foreigners.

[Illustration: CHINESE BOATS, CANTON.]

Shaded by drooping banyan trees, stand many handsome houses inhabited
by Englishmen, Germans, and Americans whom the necessities of business
keep in banishment here. Their social life is said to be very pleasant,
and I should think, indeed, that in so small a settlement the members
of this little colony (if they did not hate) would love each other
cordially. This pretty place, before the capture of Canton, in 1857, was
nothing but a hideous mud-bank. But foreigners have transformed it almost
as completely as they have Hong-Kong, and have built around it broad
embankments made of solid granite, which form an agreeable promenade.

[Illustration: THE FLOATING HOMES OF THOUSANDS, CANTON.]

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF A EUROPEAN'S HOUSE.]

Unfortunately, however, Shameen boasts of only one hotel, and of this
such dismal stories had been told us that we had half made up our
minds to eat and sleep on the American steamers, changing from one to
another every morning as they came and went. This seemed, however, so
difficult, that we resolved to try the accommodations here. We did so,
and discovered that in this case "the devil is not so black as he is
painted." At all events, clean, comfortable rooms made some amends for a
meager bill of fare.

I cherish no delightful recollections of our meals on the island of
Shameen. In fact, when a "globe-trotter" has reached India or China, the
time has come for him to eat what he can get, and be devoutly thankful
that he can get anything. Misguided souls who live to eat should never
make a journey around the world. Of course, the foreign residents here
live better than travelers at hotels; but a gentleman who entertained us
apologized for his poor table, and said that it was especially difficult
to get good beef, since Chinamen consider it extravagant to kill such
useful animals as cows and oxen. "Accordingly," he added, "we classify
the so-called beef that we consume as 'donkey beef,' 'camel beef,' and
'precipice beef.'

"Precipice beef!" I exclaimed, "what in the world do you mean by
'precipice beef?'"

"That," he replied, "is nearest to the genuine article, for it is the
product of a cow that has killed herself by falling over a precipice."

[Illustration: THE JINRIKISHA IN CHINA.]

On one side of this island flows the Canton river, and on the other
is a small canal which separates it from the city. Two bridges span
this narrow stream, each having iron gates which are invariably closed
at night and guarded by sentinels. No Chinese, save employees of the
foreigners, may come within this reservation. In 1883, however, a
Chinese mob attacked it fiercely, and swarmed across the bridges, as the
legendary mice invaded Bishop Hatto's tower on the Rhine. The English,
French, and German families escaped to steamers in the river, leaving
their houses to be plundered or burned. During my stay here, every
evening when this bridge was closed, and every morning when it was
reopened, I heard a hideous din of drums and horns, concluding with the
firing of a blunderbuss. Our consul told me that the object of all this
was to inspire fear. "Tremble and obey!" are the words which close all
Government proclamations in the Chinese empire.

[Illustration: STARTING FOR CANTON.]

[Illustration: BRIDGE AT CANTON.]

The morning after our arrival, we found awaiting us outside the hotel
door some coolies with the sedan-chairs in which we were to make our
first excursion through Canton. Another party also was about to start,
including several ladies, each of whom held in her hand either a flask of
smelling-salts or a piece of camphor wrapped in a handkerchief. In fact,
the druggists of Hong-Kong do quite a business in furnishing visitors
to Canton with disinfectants and restoratives. Some of these ladies
feared being insulted by the Canton populace, and told exciting stories
of an English lady who had been recently spat upon, and of American
ladies who had been followed by a hooting crowd. Ah Cum, however, smiled
complacently.

"There is no danger," he assured us; "my father will take care of you
ladies, as I will of these gentlemen. Every one here knows us. Our people
are always safe."

[Illustration: A CANTON STREET.]

[Illustration: ALONG THE SHORE, CANTON.]

Accordingly we started, crossed the bridge, and two minutes later found
ourselves engulfed, like atoms in a sewer, in the fetid labyrinth of
Canton. One should not be surprised that illustrations of its streets
are not clearer. The marvel is that they are visible at all! "Streets,"
as we understand the word, they cannot be truthfully called. They are
dark, tortuous alleys, destitute of sidewalks, and from four to eight
feet wide, winding snake-like between long lines of gloomy shops.
Comparatively little daylight filters through them to the pavement, not
only by reason of their narrow limits, but from the fact that all these
passageways are largely filled up, just above the people's heads, with
strips of wood, which serve as advertising placards. Many of them are
colored blue, red, white, or green, and bear strange characters, gilded
or painted on their surfaces. These in the dark perspective of a crowded
alley look like the banners of some long procession.

[Illustration: TEMPLE OF CONFUCIUS, CANTON.]

These letters do not give the merchants' names, but serve as trade-marks,
like the dedicatory words above the doors of shops in France. How any one
can read them is a mystery; not merely on account of the twilight gloom,
but from the fact that here at every step one comes in contact with a
multitude of repulsive Chinamen, many of them naked to the waist, who
seem compressed within this narrow space like a wild torrent in a gorge.
To stop in such a place and read a sign appeared to me as difficult as
studying the leaves of the trees while riding through a forest on a Texas
broncho.

[Illustration: A CANTON COOLIE.]

As our bearers pushed their way through these dark, narrow lanes, the
people squeezed themselves against the walls to let us pass; then closed
about us instantly again, like sharks around the stern of a boat. At any
moment I could have touched a dozen naked shoulders with my hand, and
twice as many with my cane. Meanwhile, to the noise of the loquacious
multitude were added the vociferations of our bearers, who shouted
constantly for people to make way, ascribing to us, we were told,
distinguished titles that evidently excited curiosity even among the
stolid Chinamen. Occasionally we met a sedan-chair coming in the opposite
direction. Both sets of bearers then began to yell like maniacs, and we
would finally pass each other with the utmost difficulty, our coolies
having frequently to back the chair-poles into one shop, and then run
them forward into a doorway on the opposite corner, thereby blocking the
noisy, surly crowd until the passage could be cleared.

[Illustration: A WHEELBARROW FOR FREIGHT.]

The faces packed about us, while not positively hostile, were as a
rule unfriendly. An insolent stare was characteristic of most of them.
Some disagreeable criticisms were pronounced, but Ah Cum's expression
never changed, and we, of course, could not understand them. Once a
banana-skin, thrown probably by a mischievous boy, flew by my head; and I
was told that China's favorite exclamation, "foreign devils," was often
heard. But I dare say that if a Chinese mandarin, in full regalia, were
to walk through some of our streets, he would not fare as well as we did
in Canton; and that if he ever went to the Bowery, "he'd never go there
any more."

[Illustration: ONE OF THE BROADEST STREETS.]

[Illustration: CHINESE TEA-PICKERS.]

As we kept passing on through other alleys teeming with half-clad
specimens of the great unwashed, I called to mind the fact that this
low class in China has been deliberately taught to hate, despise, and
thoroughly distrust all foreigners. The unjust opium war with England,
the recent territorial war with France, the stories told them of the
treatment of their countrymen in the United States,--all these would,
of themselves, be enough to make them hostile; but they are as nothing
to the effect produced upon an ignorant, superstitious populace by the
placards posted on the walls of many Chinese cities. I read translations
of a few of these, and I believe they cannot be surpassed in literature
for the vulgarity and infamy of their accusations. They are in one sense
perfectly absurd; but when we recollect the riotous acts to which they
have frequently incited their deluded victims, they challenge serious
consideration.

[Illustration: CHINESE MERCHANTS DRINKING TEA.]

On entering some of the shops that line these passageways, I was
astonished at the contrast they presented to the streets themselves. The
latter are at times no more than four feet wide. Not so the shops. Many
of them have a depth of eighty feet, and in the centre are entirely open
to the roof. In the corner of each is placed a little shrine. A gallery
extends around the second story, and on that floor, or in the rear of
the building, the owners live. Some of these shops are handsomely adorned
with fine wood-carving and bronze lamps, and on the shelves is stored a
great variety of goods, frequently including articles as dissimilar as
silk and cotton fabrics, fans, jewelry, umbrellas, Waterbury clocks, and
Chinese shoes.

[Illustration: HALL IN A CHINESE HOUSE.]

[Illustration: A CHINESE BED AND FURNITURE.]

Among these shops we saw a building used partly as a temple and partly as
the Guild Hall for the Canton silk merchants. Guilds, or trade-unions,
have existed here for centuries. They permeate every branch of Chinese
industry, legal and illegal. Even the thieves form themselves into a
guild, and I suppose there is "honor" among them. The origin of these
unions is partly due to unjust taxation. Canton contains a vast amount
of wealth, but those possessing it are careful to conceal all trace of
any superabundance. On this account disputes between the various guilds
are settled by arbitration. To allow their affairs to go into court
would show too plainly to the tax-collectors their financial status.
Accordingly litigation is almost unknown. Moreover, when a case is
settled by arbitration, the losing party not only pays the disputed sum,
but is obliged to give a supper to the victor.

[Illustration: EXORCISING SPIRITS.]

In another building that we passed I saw a curious ceremony, which Ah Cum
explained as that of three Buddhist priests who were clearing a house
of evil spirits. It appears that, two weeks before, a man had committed
suicide on the premises, in order to avenge himself on the proprietor.
For in China a man, instead of killing his enemy, sometimes kills
himself, the motive being a desire that the hated one shall be regarded
as responsible for his death, and be pursued by evil spirits here and
in the world to come. To be annoyed by ghosts must be exceedingly
unpleasant, but, on the whole, I hope that all my enemies will try the
Chinese method.

Occasionally we discovered in these streets an itinerant barber. These
Chinese Figaros carry their outfits with them. First in importance comes
a bamboo pole, which is the immemorial badge of their profession. To
this is usually attached one solitary towel,--free to every customer.
From one extremity of this pole hangs a small brass basin, together
with a charcoal stove for heating water; the other end is balanced by a
wooden cabinet, which serves the patient as a seat during the operation,
and contains razors, lancets, tweezers, files, and other surgical
instruments.

[Illustration: LADY AND MAID.]

[Illustration: CHINESE BARBER.]

It matters not where one of these tonsorial artists practises his
surgery. A temple court, a flight of steps, a street, or a back-yard,
are quite the same to him. He takes his queue where he can find it.
One of his commonest duties is to braid that customary appendage to a
Chinaman's head, without which he would be despised. It is comical to
estimate the thousands of miles of Chinese queues which even one barber
twists in the course of his career--enough, if tied together, end to
end, to form a cable between Europe and America. Yet this singular style
of hair-dressing (now so universal) was introduced into China only two
hundred and fifty years ago. Before that time the Chinese wore full heads
of hair, and the present fashion of shaved crowns and twisted queues is
of Tartar origin, and was imposed by a conquering dynasty as a badge of
servitude. The wearing of a mustache in China is an indication that he
whose face it adorns is a grandfather. In fact, until he is forty-five
years old, a Chinaman usually shaves his face completely; but this fact
does not prove that after that time he can dispense with the services
of a barber. For the tonsorial art in China is exceedingly varied; and
Chinese barbers not only braid the queue; they also shave the eyebrows,
clean the ears, pull teeth, and massage. Moreover, they scrape the inside
of their victim's eye-lids--a custom which is believed by foreigners to
be the cause of much of the ophthalmia in China.

[Illustration: A CHINESE MERCHANT.]

Chinese fortune-tellers had for me a singular fascination. I found
them everywhere--in temple courts, at gateways and beside the
roads--invariably wearing spectacles, and usually seated at a table
decorated with huge Chinese characters. Their services seemed to be in
great demand. In every case the ceremony was the same. Each applicant in
turn approached, and stated what he wished to know; for example, whether
a certain day would be a lucky time for him to buy some real estate, or
which of several girls his son would better marry. Upon the table stood
a tin box full of bamboo sticks. One of these slips the customer drew
at random, and from the sentence written on it the fortune-teller gave
his answer in oracular words--which could, as usual, be interpreted in
various ways.

[Illustration: A CHINESE FORTUNE-TELLER.]

[Illustration: A WALL OF CANTON.]

At length, however, leaving for a time the shops and dimly-lighted
alleys, we found ourselves approaching a huge gate. For Canton, like most
other Chinese cities, is divided into certain districts, each of which is
separated from the adjoining one by a wall. The gateways in these walls
are always closed at night, and are of special use in case of fires or
insurrections, since they are strong enough to hold in check a surging
crowd till the police or soldiers can arrive.

[Illustration: THE FIVE-STORIED PAGODA.]

Passing through this portal, we made our way along the wall until we
arrived at a prominent point of observation, known as the Five-storied
Pagoda. Whatever this may once have been, it is to-day a shabby,
barn-like structure, marked here and there with traces of red paint, like
daubs of rouge on a clown's face. All visitors to Canton, however, will
recollect the building, with a certain amount of pleasure, as being the
resting-place in which one eats the lunch brought from the steamer or
hotel. Not that there is not food of certain kinds obtainable in Canton
itself, but somehow what one sees of Chinese delicacies here does not
inspire him with a desire to partake of them. In one of Canton's streets,
for example, I entered a cat-restaurant. Before the door was a notice
which Ah Cum translated thus: "Two fine black cats to-day, ready soon."
On stepping inside, I heard some pussies mewing piteously in bamboo
cages. Hardly had I entered when a poor old woman brought the proprietor
some kittens for sale. He felt of them to test their plumpness, as we
might weigh spring chickens. Only a small price was offered, as they
were very thin, but the bargain was soon concluded, the woman took her
money, and the cadaverous kittens went to swell the chorus in the cages.
Black cats, by the way, cost more in China than cats of any other color,
for the Chinese believe that the flesh of dark-coated felines makes good
blood.

[Illustration: A WAYSIDE RESTAURANT.]

To some Chinamen, dogs fried in oil are also irresistible. In one untidy
street, swarming with yellow-skinned humanity, we saw a kind of gipsy
kettle hung over a wood fire. Within it was a stew of dog-meat. Upon a
pole close by was hung a rump of uncooked dog, with the tail left on, to
show the patrons of this open-air restaurant to what particular breed the
animal had belonged. For it is said there is a great difference in the
flesh of dogs. Bull-terriers, for example, would probably be considered
tough. Around this kettle stood a group of coolies, each with a plate and
spoon, devouring the canine stew as eagerly as travelers eat sandwiches
at a railway restaurant after the warning bell has rung. Some hungry ones
were looking on as wistfully as boys outside a bun-shop. One man had
such a famished look that, through the medium of Ah Cum, I treated him
at once. Moreover, hundreds of rats, dried and hung up by the tails, are
exposed for sale in Canton streets, and shark's fins, antique duck eggs,
and sea-slugs are considered delicacies.

[Illustration: CHINAMEN OUT ON A PICNIC.]

We tried to bring back photographic proofs of all these horrors, but
it was impossible. Whenever we halted in the narrow lanes, in fifteen
seconds we would be encircled by a moving wall of hideous faces,
whose foremost rank kept closing in on us until the atmosphere grew
so oppressive that we gasped for breath and told our bearers to move
on. Nor is this all. These crowds were sometimes positively hostile.
A superstitious fear of being photographed by "foreign devils" made
them dangerous. This fact was several times made disagreeably evident.
Thus, in a garden adjoining a Chinese temple, I wished to photograph
some sacred hogs which were attached to the sanctuary in some unknown
capacity. But scarcely had the exposure been made, when a priest gave the
alarm, and in three minutes a mob of men and boys were rushing toward
us, uttering yells and throwing stones. Ah Cum himself turned pale. He
sprang in front of us, and swore (may heaven forgive him!) that not a
picture had been taken. Of course we offered money as indemnity, but the
priests rejected it with scorn, claiming that by the pointing of the
camera we had stopped the growth of the hogs. I do not think I exaggerate
the situation when I say that if the politic Ah Cum had not been there to
defend us, we should have suffered personal injury.

[Illustration: THE SACRED HOGS.]

[Illustration: SORTING TEA.]

[Illustration: CHINESE MERCHANTS.]

[Illustration: A CHINESE FARM-HOUSE.]

Standing up on the summit of the Five-storied Pagoda, we looked out over
the city of Canton. For wide-spread, unrelieved monotony, I never saw
the equal of that view in any place inhabited by human beings. True,
the confusion of the foreground was to be excused, since a tornado had
recently blown down many of the native houses. But far beyond this mass
of ruins, stretching on and on for miles, was the same monotonous,
commonplace vista of low, uninteresting buildings, seamed with mere
crevices in lieu of streets. Meantime, from this vast area came to us
a dull, persistent hum, like the escape of steam from a locomotive,
reminding us that here were swarming nearly two million human beings,
almost as difficult for a foreigner to distinguish or identify as ants in
a gigantic ant-hill.

[Illustration: THE FLOWERY PAGODA, CANTON.]

The exact population of Canton is hard to determine. The number arrived
at depends upon where one leaves off counting the three hundred suburban
villages, each of which seems a part of the city. Bishop Harper, who
lived here for forty years, says, that if one should plant a stake in
the centre of Canton, and count all around it within a radius of ten
miles, one would find an aggregate of three-and-a-half million people.
One village, for example, eleven miles away, noted for silk and other
manufactures, is thought to contain eight hundred thousand inhabitants.

[Illustration: CANTONESE PAWN-SHOPS.]

Out of this wilderness of mediocrity there rose in one place a pagoda,
which by contrast seemed to possess prodigious height; but such objects
are exceptional. To understand what Canton is like, one must picture to
himself a city which, with its suburbs, is larger and more populous than
Paris, yet has not one handsome avenue, one spacious square, or even one
street that possesses the slightest claim to cleanliness or beauty. Worse
than this, it is a city without a single Chinese building in its whole
extent that can be even distantly compared in architectural elegance
with thousands of imposing structures in any other city of the civilized
world. "But are there no European edifices in Canton?" the reader may
perhaps inquire. Yes, one, which makes the contrast only more apparent.
It is the Roman Catholic cathedral, whose lofty towers are, strangely
enough, the first objects in the city which the traveler sees in sailing
up the river from Hong-Kong. This handsome Gothic structure, built
entirely of granite, rising from such a sea of architectural ugliness, at
once called forth our admiration. To the Chinese, however, these graceful
towers are objects of the utmost hatred. It angers them to see this area,
which French and English conquerors obtained by treaty, still occupied
by a Christian church. So far, it has escaped destruction; but there are
those who prophesy its doom and say that the time will come when not one
stone of it will be left upon another.

[Illustration: CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL, CANTON.]

There are, however, five or six other buildings in Canton, which rival
the pagoda and the Catholic church in height. These hideous objects,
which look like monstrous granite boxes set on end, are pawn-shops. One
might conclude from their enormous size that half the personal property
of the Cantonese was in pawn. They certainly are well patronized, for
pawning clothes is such a common thing in China that hundreds of the
Cantonese send here for safe-keeping their furs and overcoats in summer,
and their thin summer clothes in winter, receiving money for them as
from any pawn-broker. The Chinese mode of guarding these tall structures
against thieves is certainly unique. Upon the roofs are piled stones to
be dropped upon the heads of robbers, and also reservoirs of vitriol,
with syringes to squirt the horrible acid on invaders.

[Illustration: TEMPLE OF FIVE HUNDRED GODS.]

Astonished at this lack of imposing architecture, we asked if there
were no temples in Canton, Assuredly there were--eight hundred of them,
all more or less defaced and incrusted with dirt. One of the oldest
and most sacred is called the "Temple of Five Hundred Gods," because
within its walls are seated five hundred life-size images of gilded
wood, representing deified sages of the Buddhist faith. But they are
all coarse specimens of sculpture, and many are amusing caricatures. In
front of each is a small jar of ashes, in which the worshiper burns a
stick of incense in honor of his favorite god. Offerings of money, too,
are sometimes made--but not of genuine money. The Chinese are usually
too practical to use anything but imitation money made of gilded paper.
I do not know what the gods think of this Oriental style of dropping
buttons in the contribution-box, but the priests do not like this sort of
currency. They are all "hard money" men.

[Illustration: AN OLD TEMPLE, CANTON.]

But, if we accept the ancient Proverb that "To labor is to pray," then
are the Chinese devout indeed. Whatever other faults they may possess,
idleness is not one of them. The struggle for existence keeps them
active. Yet they live on almost nothing. A German merchant told me that
one of his coolies, after twenty-five years of service, had recently had
his salary raised to ten dollars a month. The laborer was, of course,
delighted. "Now," he exclaimed, "I intend to marry another wife. For
years I have longed to have two wives, but have never been able to afford
it; but now, with ten dollars a month, I can indulge in luxuries!"

[Illustration: APPROACH TO A SHRINE.]

In strolling about among these Chinese coolies, I found that life in
China is indeed reduced to its lowest terms. In some of the Canton shops,
for example, I saw potatoes sold in halves and even in quarters, and
poultry is offered, not only singly, but by the piece--so much for a leg,
so much for a wing. Second-hand nails are sold in lots of half-a-dozen.
A man can buy one-tenth of a cent's worth of fish or rice. I understood,
at last, how Chinese laundrymen can go home from the United States after
a few years' work, and live upon their incomes. When one perceives
under what conditions these swarming myriads live, one naturally asks
how pestilence can be averted. One source of safety is, no doubt, the
universal custom of drinking only boiled water in the form of tea. If it
were not for this, there would be inevitably a terrible mortality, for
the coolies take no precautions against infection. A gentleman in the
English consular service told us that he had seen two Canton women in
adjoining boats, one washing in the river the bedclothes of her husband
who had died of cholera, the other dipping up water in which to cook the
family dinner!

[Illustration: ONE OF THE MANY.]

If, perchance, these people should fall ill, I fear they would not be
greatly benefited by any Chinese doctor whom they might employ. Chinese
physicians are thought to be ignoramuses, unless they can diagnose a
case by merely feeling the pulse. Hence, if they are called to attend a
lady, they see of her usually nothing but her wrist, thrust out between
the curtains of the bed. Those who prescribe for internal diseases are
called "inside doctors," while others are "outside" men, just as some of
our medicines are labeled "for external use only." A story is told of a
man who had been shot through the arm with an arrow. He first applied
to an "outside" doctor, who cut off the two ends of the weapon and put
a plaster on each wound. "But," said the patient, "the remainder of the
arrow is still in my arm." "Ah!" replied the "outside" doctor, "that is
not my affair. To have that removed, you must go to an 'inside' man."

[Illustration: A CHINESE DOCTOR.]

One day, in passing through a temple gate, a half-clad Chinaman offered
me for sale a box of grasshoppers, which, when ground into a powder,
make a popular remedy for some ailments. In fact, aside from ginseng
and a few other well-known herbs, the medicines used in China seem
almost incredible. A favorite cure for fever, for example, is a soup
of scorpions. Dysentery is treated by running a needle through the
tongue. The flesh of rats is supposed to make the hair grow. Dried
lizards are recommended as a tonic for "that tired feeling," and iron
filings are said to be a good astringent. Chinese physicians say that
certain diseases are curable only by a decoction whose chief ingredient
is a piece of flesh cut from the arm or thigh of the patient's son or
daughter. To supply this flesh is thought to be one of the noblest proofs
of filial devotion. This is not an exaggeration. In the Pekin _Official
Gazette_ of July 5, 1870, is an editorial, calling the emperor's
attention to a young girl who had cut off two joints of her finger and
dropped them into her mother's medicine. The mother recovered, and the
governor of the province proposed to erect a monument in honor of the
child.

[Illustration: A MEMORIAL GATE.]

[Illustration: BEGGARS ON THE TEMPLE STEPS.]

[Illustration: A CHINESE FUNERAL PROCESSION.]

In view of such a pharmacopoeia, it is a comfort to learn that in
the Chinese theology a special place in hell is assigned to ignorant
physicians. All quacks are doomed to centuries of torture, the worst
fate being reserved for doctors who abuse their professional skill for
purposes of immorality. Their punishment is the cheerful one of being
boiled in oil. Another curious, and not altogether absurd, custom of the
Chinese is to pay a physician so long as they continue in health, but if
they fall ill, the doctor's salary ceases until they recover, whereupon
it commences again.

[Illustration: A GROUP OF CHINESE WOMEN.]

Chinese women seemed to me, as a rule, exceedingly plain, but, even were
they Venuses, one of their characteristics would make my flesh creep. I
refer to their claw-like finger-nails, which are so long that apparently
they could be used with equal ease as paper-cutters or stilettoes. Gloves
cannot possibly be worn upon these finger-spikes, so metal sheaths have
been invented to protect them. To show what can be done in nail-growing,
the following lengths were measured on the left hand of a Chinese belle:
thumb nail, two inches; little finger nail, four inches; third finger,
five and one-quarter inches. Under these circumstances we cannot wonder
that in China it is not the custom to shake hands: otherwise, painful
accidents might occur. Accordingly, the Chinese clasp their own hands and
shake them gently at each other.

[Illustration: LILY FEET.]

[Illustration: MOTHER AND CHILD.]

A still more repulsive peculiarity of Chinese women is their stunted
feet, which for the purposes of locomotion are little better than hoofs.
All Chinese ladies of the better class must have these "lily feet," as
they are called. Sometimes a Chinaman will have two wives; the first an
ornamental one with "lily feet," the second, a large-footed woman for
business. The origin of this barbarous custom of preventing the growth
of the foot is unknown. Perhaps it sprang from a sentiment which Ah Cum
graphically expressed by saying:

"A small foot is much safer to live with. A big foot runs about too
easily and gets into mischief. Moreover," he added, with a smile, "a
big-footed woman sometimes kicks." One Chinaman assured me with great
pride that his wife's foot was only two and a half inches long. There
is a class of women here whose regular business it is to bind the feet
of little girls when about six years of age. The process of repressing
the natural growth of the foot lasts for seven years--the four smaller
toes being bent under until they lose their articulations and become
identified with the sole of the foot. When this has been accomplished,
the second and severer operation commences--of bringing the great toe
and the heel as nearly together as possible. The bandage is drawn
tighter, month by month, until the base of the great toe is brought into
contact with the heel, and the foot has become a shapeless lump. By this
unnatural treatment the leg itself becomes deformed, and its bones are
made not only smaller in diameter, but shorter. The circulation also is
obstructed, and the large muscles are soon completely atrophied from
disuse. The agony caused by such interference with nature can be only
faintly imagined. It made the tears come to my eyes to hear a Chinese
gentleman describe the methods taken to console his suffering children
and help them forget their misery. The poor little creatures scream and
moan from the incessant pain, and often lie across the bed with their
legs pressed against the edge, in the hope that this will lessen their
distress; but nothing can relieve them but freedom from the torturing
bandage, which is never relaxed. It makes one sick at heart to think that
such a custom has prevailed in China for more than a thousand years.

[Illustration: A DISTORTED FOOT.]

Should we approach a group of Chinese merchants in Canton, and ask any
one of them "How many children have you?" we could be almost certain
that he would not think of counting his daughters, or that he would at
least make this distinction--"I have two children, and one girl." For
to a Chinaman nothing in life is so important as to have a son to offer
sacrifices for him after death and worship at his grave, since, in
their opinion, a daughter is not capable of doing this. When a boy is
born, therefore, the father is overwhelmed with congratulations, but if
the newcomer be a girl, as little reference as possible is made to the
misfortune. Friends are informed of the birth of a child by strips of
paper carried through the street. If it be a boy, yellow paper is used,
but in case of a girl any color will do. This feeling, intensified by
poverty, is the cause of the infanticide which has been, and still is, in
certain provinces, so dark a blot on the domestic history of China. It is
said, for example, that in the vicinity of Amoy thirty per cent, of all
new-born girls are strangled or drowned, as unwelcome kittens sometimes
are with us.

[Illustration: A CHINESE LADY.]

[Illustration: THE HOMES OF THOUSANDS.]

On our second day in Canton we investigated another phase of Chinese
life, in some respects stranger than anything we had thus far seen.
Along the shores of the Canton river, and in its various canals, is
a population of a quarter of a million souls, living on thousands of
peculiar boats crowded together side by side, and forming streets, and
even colonies, of floating dwellings. Moreover, these conditions prevail
in every river-town throughout the empire.

[Illustration: A CHINESE PATERFAMILIAS.]

Each of these "sampans," as they are called, though only about twenty
feet in length, constitutes the home of an entire family. Eight people
frequently live on one boat--grandpa and grandma, father and mother,
uncle and aunt, two or three children, and a baby. The latter is tied
to the back of its mother, even when she is rowing. As for the other
children, their parents fasten around them pieces of bamboo, like
life-preservers, and tie them to the rail by a cord. If they tumble
over, they float until some one gets a chance to pull them in. Upon these
little boats thousands are born, eat, drink, cook, and sleep, and finally
die, having known no other home. Under the flooring are stored their
cooking utensils, bedding, clothing, provisions, oil, charcoal, and other
requisites of their aquatic life. Above them, usually, are movable roofs
of bamboo wicker-work, to give protection from the sun and rain.

[Illustration: A MARKET-PLACE.]

Some of these families even take boarders! I verified this by going at
night among this floating population, and found that sleeping space on
the boats is rented to those who have no fixed abode. Planks are laid
over the seats to form a floor, and on these lie the numerous members of
the household and the lodgers. Conspicuous figures in this boat-life
are the itinerant barbers and physicians, who go about in tiny sampans,
ringing a bell and offering their services.

[Illustration: A FLOWER-BOAT.]

Occasionally, however, we beheld a boat much larger and finer than the
craft around it. It proved to be one of the Chinese flower-boats, which
are the pleasure resorts of China's _jeunesse dorée_. By day they are
conspicuous by their size and gilded wood-work, and in the evening by
their many lights. Never, while memory lasts, shall I forget an excursion
made at night with our hotel-proprietor among these flower-boats and
their surroundings. Many of them were anchored side by side, and planks
were stretched from one to the other, like a continuous sidewalk. As
we walked along, we passed by countless open doors, each of which
revealed a room handsomely furnished with mirrors, marble panels,
and blackwood furniture. Here were usually grouped a dozen or more
hilarious Chinamen, who were eating, drinking, and smoking, together
with professional singing-girls, who are hired by the owners of these
flower-boats to entertain their guests with songs and dances. We could
not pause to observe them carefully, for foreigners are not wanted
here, either as visitors or patrons. Meanwhile, at the very doorways of
these handsome rooms, beggars in greasy garments crowded around us and
almost threateningly demanded alms. "Look out for your pockets," was the
proprietor's constant warning.

[Illustration: CHINESE MUSICIANS.]

I have an indistinct remembrance of thus passing row after row of lighted
boats, room after room of painted girls, group after group of sleek,
fat Chinamen at tables, and then, on leaving these, of seeing miles of
loathsome boats containing half-clad men stretched out on bunks and
stupefied by opium, hag-like females cooking over charcoal braziers, and
ragged children huddled in dark corners. I have a vivid recollection,
too, of walking over slimy planks, of breathing pestilential odors, and
of looking down on patches of repulsive water, so thick with refuse
that they resembled in the lamp-light tanks of cabbage-soup. We also
shudderingly passed some leper-boats, whose inmates are afflicted with
that terrible disease, and who are forced to live as outcasts, begging
for alms by holding out a little bag suspended from a bamboo pole. But
finally shaking off the beggars who had followed us, and fleeing from
this multitudinous life, as one might turn with horror from a pool of
wriggling eels, I staggered into the boat belonging to the hotel. As it
moved out into clearer water, I drew a long breath and looked up at the
stars. There they were--calm and glorious as ever--scattered in countless
numbers through measureless space. At any time, when one looks off into
the vault of night, our little globe seems insignificant, but never
did it seem to me so tiny and comparatively valueless, as when I left
these myriads of Chinamen, swarming like insects in their narrow boats,
apparently the reduction of humanity to the grade of microbes.

[Illustration: A TYPICAL CHINESE CRAFT.]

The gentleman who had accompanied me on this occasion was a Wall street
broker. "Well," he exclaimed at last, "I have spent fifteen years among
the Bulls and Bears, and I think my nerves are pretty strong, but for
experiences which unnerve a man, and things which (glad as I am to have
seen them once) I never wish to see again, nothing can compare with the
sights and smells discovered in a trip to Chinatown!"

What impressed me most, however, in this experience was the idea that
the millions in and around Canton are but an insignificant fraction of
the Chinese race. It filled me with horror to reflect that all I had
witnessed here was but a tiny sample of the entire empire. For Canton is
said to be superior to many Chinese cities.

One writer has declared that, after walking through the Chinese quarter
of Shanghai, he wanted to be hung on a clothes-line for a week in a
gale of wind. Tientsin is said to be still worse for dirt and noxious
odors. Even Pekin, from all accounts, has horribly paved and filthy
thoroughfares, and its sanitary conditions are almost beyond belief. If
such then be the state of things in the capital, what must it be in the
interior towns, so rarely reached by foreigners?

[Illustration: A WHEELBARROW BUILT FOR TWO.]

It may, however, be objected that in the open ports, where they encounter
foreign influence, the people are at their worst. But Chinamen are not
impressionable, like the North American Indians or the aborigines on the
islands in the Pacific, who eagerly adopt the vices of their conquerors,
and speedily succumb to them.

China is one of the oldest countries in the world. Most of her ideas,
customs, as well as the personal habits of her people are of immemorial
antiquity, and her inhabitants are too conservative to change them. What
one beholds in Canton, therefore, may be fairly supposed to exist from
one extremity of the empire to the other.

But now, among so much that is disagreeable, one naturally inquires, "Are
there not some redeeming features in this Chinese life?" I must confess
there are not many discernible to the passing traveler, but I will gladly
mention one about which I made careful inquiry. It is their honesty in
business. It is the almost invariable custom for Chinese merchants every
New-Year's day to settle their accounts, so that no errors may be carried
over into the coming year; and I was told that if a tradesman fails to
meet his liabilities at that time, he is considered a defaulter and his
credit is forever lost. English and German merchants spoke to us of
Chinese commercial honor in the highest terms, and drew comparisons in
this respect between them and the Japanese which were not flattering to
the latter.

[Illustration: A MARRIAGE PROCESSION.]

Even in Japan, I found at all the foreign banks, in some of the shops,
and in the Grand Hotel, that the cashiers were not Japanese, but
Chinamen. Of course, one who has never traded with them cannot judge of
their comparative abilities in a business way, but merchants in Yokohama,
Shanghai, and Hong-Kong, as well as on the island of Shameen, told us
that Chinamen were more trustworthy than the Japanese, and could be
usually depended on to live up to their contracts, whether they proved
favorable or unfavorable.

An English gentleman who had resided both in China and Japan for years,
once said to me: "The more you see of the Japanese the less you will like
them. The more you see of the Chinese the less you will dislike them. You
will always like the Japanese; you will always dislike Chinamen; but the
degree in which you cherish and express these sentiments will constantly
diminish."

[Illustration: A CHINESE JUNK.]

Besides the numerous differences between Oriental and Occidental customs
noticed in Japan, we found in China many other proofs of what has been
well called a state of topsy-turvydom. Thus, our tailors draw the needle
inward; Chinese tailors stitch outward. With us military men wear their
swords on the left side; in China they are worn on the right. In boxing
the compass a Chinaman says "East, West, South, North." To mark a place
in a book we turn the corner of a page inside; a Chinaman bends it the
other way. We print the title of a volume on the back; the Chinese on the
front. We play battledore and shuttlecock with our hands; the Chinese use
their feet for a battledore and catch the shuttlecock on their foreheads.
We use our own names when engaged in business; in China fancy names are
taken. We carry one watch hidden in our pocket; a Chinese gentleman
sometimes wears two outside his clothes, with their faces exposed. We
black our boots; the Chinese whiten theirs. With us it is considered
impolite to ask a person's age; in China it is a high compliment,
and there a man is congratulated if he is old. Men, at least in the
Occident, have plenty of pockets; the Chinaman has none, and uses his
stockings as receptacles for papers, and at the back of his neck inserts
his folded fan. At our weddings youthful bridesmaids are desired; at
Chinese nuptials old women serve in that capacity. We launch our vessels
lengthwise; the Chinese launch theirs sidewise. We mount a horse from the
left; they mount their horses from the right. We begin dinner with soup
and fish, and end with dessert; they do exactly the reverse. Finally, the
spoken language of China is never written, and the written language is
never spoken.

[Illustration: SACRED ROCKS, INTERIOR OF CHINA.]

[Illustration: LI HUNG CHANG'S VISITING-CARD.]

[Illustration: A JOSS-HOUSE.]

After all, however, we should remember that Chinamen who travel in our
own country think that our customs are as strange as theirs appear to
us. A prominent official of the Flowery Kingdom, who made the tour of
Europe several years ago, took notes of what he saw, and published them
on his return. Among them are the following: "Women, when going to the
drawing-room of Queen Victoria regard a bare skin as a mark of respect."
"When people meet and wish to show affection, they put their lips and
chins together and make a smacking sound." This is not so difficult to
understand, when we recollect that, like most Orientals, the Chinese do
not kiss, and that even a mother does not kiss her own baby, although she
will press it to her cheek. Again, he thus describes our dancing parties:
"A European skipping match is a strange sight. To this a number of men
and women come in couples, and enter a spacious hall; there, at the
sound of music, they grasp each other by both arms, and leap and prance
backward and forward, and round and round, till they are forced to stop
for want of breath. All this," he adds, "is most extraordinary;" and when
we Occidentals think of it, perhaps it is. A Chinese youth, after eating
for the first time a European dinner, wrote of his experience: "Dishes
of half-raw meat were served, from which pieces were cut with sword-like
instruments and placed before the guests. Finally came a green and white
substance, the smell of which was overpowering. This, I was informed,
was a compound of sour milk, baked in the sun, under whose influence
it remains until it becomes filled with insects; yet the greener and
livelier it is, the greater the relish with which it is eaten! This is
called _Che-sze_."

[Illustration: WATERING-PLACE FOR ANIMALS.]

[Illustration: PLACE OF EXECUTION, CANTON.]

[Illustration: A PAGODA.]

[Illustration: DRAWING WATER.]

The object of most gruesome interest to me in Canton was its place of
execution. On entering this, I looked about me with astonishment; for
almost all the space between the rough brick walls was filled with
coarse, cheap articles of pottery. Ah Cum explained, however, that when
a batch of heads are to be cut off, the jars are all removed, much as a
hotel dining-room is cleared for dancing. The condemned prisoners are
always brought in baskets to this place, and are compelled to kneel
down with their hands tied behind their backs. Their queues are then
thrown forward, and they are beheaded at a single stroke. Traces of
blood were visible on the ground, and from a mass of rubbish close at
hand a grinning Chinaman pulled out several skulls which he had hidden
there, and claimed a fee for exhibiting them. I was presented to the
executioner, and asked him how many men he had himself decapitated, but
he could not tell. He kept no count, he said--some days six, some days
ten, in all probably more than a thousand. As he was resolutely opposed
to having his picture taken, we placed his two-edged sword against the
wall, and photographed that. When I was told that, once a week, twenty
or thirty men are brought into this filthy court to die like cattle in
a slaughter-house, I stood aghast, but when I subsequently learned that
this is the only execution-place in a great province with a population
of twenty millions, the number did not seem so appallingly excessive.
This is, however, merely the average in ordinary times. After certain
insurrections, such as the Taiping rebellion, this hideous square has
seemed almost a reservoir of human blood. The venerable missionary,
Dr. Williams, states that he saw here one morning at least two hundred
headless trunks, and stacks of human heads piled six feet high. Careful
estimates place the number executed here during fourteen months, at
eighty-one thousand,--or more than thirteen hundred every week!

[Illustration: FEMALE CULPRITS.]

[Illustration: A PRISONER.]

I doubt if many criminals beheaded here feel much regret at leaving life,
so horrible has been their previous condition in the Canton prison. We
visited this institution, but to obtain a picture of it was impossible.
Within an ill-kept, loathsome area, we saw a crowd of prisoners wearing
chains, while around their necks were heavy wooden collars, which, being
from three to five feet square, were so wide that the poor wretches
wearing them could never possibly feed themselves, but must depend on
others for their nourishment. How they lie down to sleep with them on I
do not know. Yet they must wear such collars for weeks, and even months,
at a time. I have no sentimental sympathy for criminals, and thoroughly
believe in the enforcement of just laws, but I was shocked at the sight
of these poor creatures. Whatever may have been their guilt, such
treatment is a degradation of humanity.

[Illustration: JUDGE AND PRISONERS.]

Leaving the place of execution, we made our way to one of the criminal
courts of Canton. It was in session when we entered it, and I never can
forget the sight that met my gaze. Before the judge was a prisoner on his
knees, pleading for mercy and protesting innocence. Chains were around
his neck, waist, wrists, and ankles. Beside him knelt an aged woman,
whose gray hair swept the floor as she rocked back and forth, imploring
vengeance on her son's assassin. At last the culprit confessed his crime
of murder, and was led back to prison. How sincere his confession was, it
would be hard to say; for if, in the face of powerful adverse testimony,
an accused man still asserts his innocence, he is often punished in the
court-room till he does confess. Around the hall were various instruments
of torture--bamboo rods to flog the naked back; hard leather straps with
which to strike the prisoner on the mouth, thus sometimes breaking the
teeth and even the jaw; thumb-screws and cords by which he is suspended
by his thumbs and toes; and heavy sticks with which to beat his ankles.
I did not happen to see these used, because in the three trials I
witnessed all of the prisoners confessed. But they are used; and just as
I was entering the court, I met a criminal being led back to prison, so
weak and crippled by his punishment, that he could hardly step without
assistance. Curiously enough, after the torture has been administered,
the culprit is required to fall upon his knees and thank the judge. This
I should think would be "the most unkindest cut of all."

[Illustration: A CHINESE COURT.]

It seems impossible to say anything in defense of such a system as this;
for in China a man is not only looked upon as guilty till he is proved
innocent, but is kept in loathsome confinement, and may be even put upon
the rack, in spite of the established fact that torture is never a test
of truth. And yet a foreign resident made, as an apology, the following
statement: "You must remember that testimony here amounts to nothing, and
that, by paying sixpence apiece, you can pack the court-room with men
who will swear that black is white. Hence, where a man can easily bribe
false witnesses to ruin his enemy, the Chinese law provides that no one
shall under any circumstances be put to death unless he has confessed his
crime. But since a prisoner on trial for his life will usually protest
his innocence to the last, the court attempts by torture to force him to
confess."

We visited finally an object in Canton far pleasanter than its scenes of
punishment, yet equally characteristic of the national life. It is the
place where natives of this province take the first step in the only path
which in China leads to political and social rank. It is the scene of the
competitive examinations, the fame of which has filled the world.

[Illustration: THE EXAMINATION GROUND, CANTON.]

[Illustration: THE GREAT WALL AT A PRECIPICE.]

[Illustration: A STUDENT.]

The courtyard where the contest takes place is by no means inviting. It
is an area of sixteen acres, covered with nearly nine thousand rough
brick sheds. At the time of an examination each of these is occupied by
a candidate. Before he enters it, his person is carefully searched, and
soldiers and policemen guard all passageways to prevent communication.
"Each in his narrow cell," these applicants for office then remain for
three consecutive days and nights, about as pleasantly lodged, I should
imagine, as Jonah was for the same length of time; for these dirty dens
of brick are only four feet long, three feet wide, and possibly six feet
high. One of the horse-sheds in the rear of a New England meeting-house
would be a far more comfortable place in which to eat and sleep. Perhaps
they are meant, however, to emphasize the triumph of mind over matter.
Their only furniture consists of two small planks, one for a seat, the
other for a table. Rest is, of course, impossible in such a cage, and
candidates have sometimes died here from physical and mental strain.
All this seems inexcusably cruel; yet the Chinese government may have
good reasons for maintaining this severity. For instance, such a system,
if introduced at Washington, would rid the District of Columbia of
nine-tenths of its office-seekers within twenty-four hours. While some
of these students persevere in their attempts till they are seventy or
eighty years of age, others are quite young; but the fact of youth is not
considered discreditable, for Confucius said: "A youth should always be
regarded with respect. How do we know that his future may not be superior
to our present?" At all events, the highest place is open to them, if
their brains will take them there; for every village in China has its
school, and every free-born citizen may qualify for this struggle, the
governing principle of which is "Let the best man win!" It is the law of
the "survival of the fittest" exemplified in politics.

[Illustration: FISHING ON THE RIVER.]

[Illustration: A CHINESE GENERAL AND HIS ATTENDANTS.]

In all the provinces of China, on the appointed day, thousands of
candidates assemble, eager for the contest. Subjects are given them on
which they must produce a poem and original essays. Their work is then
examined by officials appointed by the Government, and so extremely rigid
is the test, that out of every thousand applicants only about ten gain
the first, or "District," degree. There are, however, three degrees to
be attained by Chinese aspirants for fame. Those who come out as victors
in the first receive no office, but are at least exempt from corporal
punishment, and may attempt the examination for the next degree. Even the
few who pass the second, or "Provincial," test (about one in a hundred)
receive no government appointment. Yet they are distinguished among their
countrymen by wearing a gold button in their hats, and by a sign over
their houses signifying "Promoted man."

[Illustration: LI HUNG CHANG.]

Those who succeed in standing the third, or "Imperial," test at
Pekin,--severer even than the other two,--have reached the apex of
the pyramid. They are now mandarins, and have acquired all they can
desire,--social distinction, office, wealth, and (what is sometimes still
more highly prized) great national fame. For in the results of this
examination the entire country takes the greatest interest. The names
of the successful men are everywhere proclaimed by means of couriers,
river-boats, and carrier-pigeons, since thousands of people in the empire
have laid their wagers on the candidates, as we might do on horses at the
Derby. Strange, is it not, to think that this elaborate Chinese system
was practised in the land of the Mongols substantially as it is to-day,
at a time when England was inhabited by painted savages?

Moreover, the honors of successful candidates in China cannot be
inherited. Young men, if they would be ennobled, must surpass their
competitors and win their places as their fathers did. Even the youthful
son of Li Hung Chang, whom General Grant considered, next to Bismarck,
the most remarkable man he met with in his tour around the world, is
not entitled, because of his father's office, to any special rank.
Hence, China, though an absolute monarchy, has no privileged class
whose claims rest merely on the accident of birth. Her aristocracy
consists of those who have repeatedly proved themselves intellectually
superior to their rivals. Among no people in the world, therefore, have
literary men received such honors as in China; and it is a remarkable
fact that this vast nation has worshiped for two thousand years, not a
great warrior, nor even a prophet claiming inspiration from God, but a
philosopher,--Confucius.

[Illustration: LI HUNG CHANG AND SUITE ON THEIR TOUR AROUND THE WORLD.]

I have often thought that were I asked to compare the Chinese empire of
to-day with some material object, I would select for such comparison the
Great Wall on its northern frontier. This mighty work has hardly been
surpassed in the whole history of architecture, not even by the builders
of the Pyramids. It is no less than twenty-five feet high and forty feet
broad, with watch-towers higher still, at intervals of three hundred
feet. And yet it has a length of nearly fifteen hundred miles, a distance
exceeding that from Boston to St. Paul, and in its uninterrupted march
spans deep ravines and climbs to lofty mountain crests, in one place
nearly five thousand feet in height. Although it was built three hundred
years before the birth of Christ, it still exists, and during fourteen
centuries sufficed to hold in check the savage tribes of Tartars from the
north. It has been calculated that if the Great Wall were constructed
at the present time, and with Caucasian labor, its cost would pay
for all the railroads in the United States. One hundred years ago an
English engineer reckoned that its masonry represented more than all the
dwellings of England and Scotland put together, and, finally, that its
material would construct a stone wall six feet high and two feet thick
around the entire globe.

[Illustration: THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA.]

[Illustration: A GATEWAY IN THE GREAT WALL.]

In many respects this great rampart is typical of China. Both have a vast
antiquity, both have an enormous extent, and both have had their periods
of glory,--China her age of progress and invention, and this old wall
a time when it was kept in perfect order, when warriors stood at every
tower, and when it stretched for fifteen hundred miles--an insurmountable
barrier to invasion. But just as this leviathan of masonry has outlived
its usefulness, and is at present crumbling to decay, so the huge Chinese
empire itself now seems decrepit and wholly alien to the nineteenth
century. Her roads, once finely kept, are now disgraceful; her streets
are an abomination to the senses; her rivers and canals are left to choke
themselves through want of dredging; and even her temples show few signs
of care. Stagnation and neglect are steadily at work on her colossal
frame, as weeds and plants disintegrate this mouldering wall. Will this
old empire ever be aroused to new activity, and can fresh life-blood be
infused into her shrunken veins to animate her inert frame? There is, I
think, a possibility that, in the coming century, the new, progressive
party here will overcome the dull conservatism of the nation, connect
her vast interior with the sea, utilize her mineral wealth, develop her
immense resources, and make her one of the great powers of the world.
Napoleon once warned England that if the Chinese should learn too well
from her the art of war, and then acquire the thirst for conquest which
has characterized other nations, the result might be appalling to the
whole of Europe. For think what inexhaustible armies they could raise,
and what great fleets they could build and launch upon their mighty
rivers! But this is a problem of the future, about which no man can
predict with certainty.

[Illustration: A LEVIATHAN OF MASONRY.]

Many have asked me if I am glad that I went to China, and I have always
answered that, as a unique and useful study of humanity, I think it one
of the most valuable experiences of my life. Still I am bound to say,
that when I stood upon the deck of an outgoing steamer, and felt it move
beneath my feet responsive to the engine's stroke, I drew a breath of
pleasure and relief. For I was assured that the swarming millions of the
Chinese empire were being left behind me, and that my face was turned
toward that historic land where, lighted by the Southern Cross, I was to
visit Hindu shrines and Mogul palaces, and gaze on the Himalayas and the
Taj Mahal.


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Illustrations were repositioned so as to not split paragraphs. Some
extremely long paragraphs were split so that illustrations might remain
close to the original position in the text.










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