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THE WONDERFUL CITY OF TOKIO.
(image of Buddha). The sun was setting as they regarded
the grand statue from the hillside on its right.
"Ah!" exclaimed the Professor, "there it sits, calm and
majestic,
lions."
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the embodiment of the faith that has enchained mil-
Yes," added Fitz, to the amusement of his mother, " and
that pilgrim is walking over the majestic bronze and sounding
GRAVE OF YORITOMO AT KAMAKURA.
it with his staff, as a railway employee does the axles of the car-
wheels. Hear how it chinks."
"Brother, I am afraid you will never be a poet," said
Sallie.
" I hope not," was the unabashed reply.
" I intend to be a
lawyer. I wonder how much money it cost to make that figure
? Oto, I suppose you call it one of the wet gods."
While he was speaking, they saw a number of foreigners
ascend to the lap of the statue and group themselves on
Buddha's jointed thumbs.
Presently a quavering sound of singing proceeded
from the
new-comers, on hearing which Mrs. Nambo innocently in-
quired, "What is the matter with those people?"