But one of our great American guns, that carry a five-hundred pound ball for five or six miles, would certainly be able to knock this Chinese cannon into a thousand splinters, if it could but once get a fair crack at it.
I wonder what the ancients, with their battering rams, and catapults, and javelins, and slings, and arrows, would have thought, if an American field-battery had opened upon one of their bravest armies.
In that case I think that even Achilles would have thought it as necessary to take the same care of his whole body as he had before taken of his heel—which you remember was the only part of him that was vulnerable to the weapons of that day.
TOM REYNOLDS AND MORIYAMA.
“Fun,” exclaimed Tom Reynolds, “You couldn’t have more fun than I had. No boy could stand it.”
This was said to a boy-friend after Tom had come home from Japan.
And Tom was right. He had had a splendid time.
Tom Reynolds was an American boy, whose father was engaged in business which made it necessary for him to visit Yokohama in Japan. It is probable that he would not have thought of taking Tom with him on this trip if it had not been for Moriyama. This yellow youth put the idea into Tom’s head, and Tom, who was as good a talker as he was a walker, which is saying a great deal, managed to convince his father that nothing would be of as great advantage to him as a journey to Japan.
School was nothing to a trip like this, Tom argued, and he argued so much that the end of it was he went to Japan.
Moriyama was a Japanese boy, and a first-rate fellow. He was one of the many Japanese youths who came to America to be educated, and he went to Tom’s school.