JAPANESE BLACKSMITHS.
Here were a couple of blacksmiths with scarcely a stitch of clothes on, sitting down to their work, and one of them blowing the bellows with his heel.
LITTLE JUGGLERS IN STREETS OF YEDO.
Then they came upon a troupe of boy-jugglers directed by a man who sang horribly sounding words in a rasping voice, while he played upon a tambourine with two drum-sticks.
JAPANESE SOLDIER.
The boys’ heads were stuck into bags surmounted by hideous masks, and as they twisted themselves into all sorts of distorted positions, one of them standing on his hands on the stomach of another, who leaned backwards until his hands touched the ground, Tom thought they would certainly dislocate their spines.
He had turned many a handspring, and was quite expert on the horizontal bar at the gymnasium, but he never saw such body-twisting as this.