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Passepartout
went
timidly
ashore
on
this
so
curious
territory
of
the
Sons
of
the
Sun
.
He
had
nothing
better
to
do
than
,
taking
chance
for
his
guide
,
to
wander
aimlessly
through
the
streets
of
Yokohama
.
He
found
himself
at
first
in
a
thoroughly
European
quarter
,
the
houses
having
low
fronts
,
and
being
adorned
with
verandas
,
beneath
which
he
caught
glimpses
of
neat
peristyles
.
This
quarter
occupied
,
with
its
streets
,
squares
,
docks
,
and
warehouses
,
all
the
space
between
the
"
promontory
of
the
Treaty
"
and
the
river
.
Here
,
as
at
Hong
Kong
and
Calcutta
,
were
mixed
crowds
of
all
races
,
Americans
and
English
,
Chinamen
and
Dutchmen
,
mostly
merchants
ready
to
buy
or
sell
anything
.
The
Frenchman
felt
himself
as
much
alone
among
them
as
if
he
had
dropped
down
in
the
midst
of
Hottentots
.
He
had
,
at
least
,
one
resource
to
call
on
the
French
and
English
consuls
at
Yokohama
for
assistance
.
But
he
shrank
from
telling
the
story
of
his
adventures
,
intimately
connected
as
it
was
with
that
of
his
master
;
and
,
before
doing
so
,
he
determined
to
exhaust
all
other
means
of
aid
.
As
chance
did
not
favour
him
in
the
European
quarter
,
he
penetrated
that
inhabited
by
the
native
Japanese
,
determined
,
if
necessary
,
to
push
on
to
Yeddo
.
The
Japanese
quarter
of
Yokohama
is
called
Benten
,
after
the
goddess
of
the
sea
,
who
is
worshipped
on
the
islands
round
about
.
There
Passepartout
beheld
beautiful
fir
and
cedar
groves
,
sacred
gates
of
a
singular
architecture
,
bridges
half
hid
in
the
midst
of
bamboos
and
reeds
,
temples
shaded
by
immense
cedar-trees
,
holy
retreats
where
were
sheltered
Buddhist
priests
and
sectaries
of
Confucius
,
and
interminable
streets
,
where
a
perfect
harvest
of
rose-tinted
and
red-cheeked
children
,
who
looked
as
if
they
had
been
cut
out
of
Japanese
screens
,
and
who
were
playing
in
the
midst
of
short-legged
poodles
and
yellowish
cats
,
might
have
been
gathered
.
The
streets
were
crowded
with
people
.
Priests
were
passing
in
processions
,
beating
their
dreary
tambourines
;
police
and
custom-house
officers
with
pointed
hats
encrusted
with
lac
and
carrying
two
sabres
hung
to
their
waists
;
soldiers
,
clad
in
blue
cotton
with
white
stripes
,
and
bearing
guns
;
the
Mikado
's
guards
,
enveloped
in
silken
doubles
,
hauberks
and
coats
of
mail
;
and
numbers
of
military
folk
of
all
ranks
--
for
the
military
profession
is
as
much
respected
in
Japan
as
it
is
despised
in
China
--
went
hither
and
thither
in
groups
and
pairs
.
Passepartout
saw
,
too
,
begging
friars
,
long-robed
pilgrims
,
and
simple
civilians
,
with
their
warped
and
jet-black
hair
,
big
heads
,
long
busts
,
slender
legs
,
short
stature
,
and
complexions
varying
from
copper-colour
to
a
dead
white
,
but
never
yellow
,
like
the
Chinese
,
from
whom
the
Japanese
widely
differ
.
He
did
not
fail
to
observe
the
curious
equipages
--
carriages
and
palanquins
,
barrows
supplied
with
sails
,
and
litters
made
of
bamboo
;
nor
the
women
--
whom
he
thought
not
especially
handsome
--
who
took
little
steps
with
their
little
feet
,
whereon
they
wore
canvas
shoes
,
straw
sandals
,
and
clogs
of
worked
wood
,
and
who
displayed
tight-looking
eyes
,
flat
chests
,
teeth
fashionably
blackened
,
and
gowns
crossed
with
silken
scarfs
,
tied
in
an
enormous
knot
behind
an
ornament
which
the
modern
Parisian
ladies
seem
to
have
borrowed
from
the
dames
of
Japan
.
Passepartout
wandered
for
several
hours
in
the
midst
of
this
motley
crowd
,
looking
in
at
the
windows
of
the
rich
and
curious
shops
,
the
jewellery
establishments
glittering
with
quaint
Japanese
ornaments
,
the
restaurants
decked
with
streamers
and
banners
,
the
tea-houses
,
where
the
odorous
beverage
was
being
drunk
with
saki
,
a
liquor
concocted
from
the
fermentation
of
rice
,
and
the
comfortable
smoking-houses
,
where
they
were
puffing
,
not
opium
,
which
is
almost
unknown
in
Japan
,
but
a
very
fine
,
stringy
tobacco
.
He
went
on
till
he
found
himself
in
the
fields
,
in
the
midst
of
vast
rice
plantations
.
There
he
saw
dazzling
camellias
expanding
themselves
,
with
flowers
which
were
giving
forth
their
last
colours
and
perfumes
,
not
on
bushes
,
but
on
trees
,
and
within
bamboo
enclosures
,
cherry
,
plum
,
and
apple
trees
,
which
the
Japanese
cultivate
rather
for
their
blossoms
than
their
fruit
,
and
which
queerly-fashioned
,
grinning
scarecrows
protected
from
the
sparrows
,
pigeons
,
ravens
,
and
other
voracious
birds
.
On
the
branches
of
the
cedars
were
perched
large
eagles
;
amid
the
foliage
of
the
weeping
willows
were
herons
,
solemnly
standing
on
one
leg
;
and
on
every
hand
were
crows
,
ducks
,
hawks
,
wild
birds
,
and
a
multitude
of
cranes
,
which
the
Japanese
consider
sacred
,
and
which
to
their
minds
symbolise
long
life
and
prosperity
.
As
he
was
strolling
along
,
Passepartout
espied
some
violets
among
the
shrubs
.
"
Good
!
"
said
he
;
"
I
'll
have
some
supper
.
"
But
,
on
smelling
them
,
he
found
that
they
were
odourless
.
