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A RAMBLE IN THE STREETS. 285
They entered the temple grounds and spent three hours in
viewing the chrysanthemum blossoms, then wandered toward
the exhibitions of the so-called wax-works and the shows con-
taining various rare animals.
"Walk in, honorable foreign gentlemen," said one of the
proprietors.
"
I have on view a genuine Okami (Japanese
wolf) Cants Hodophylax. It has eaten five hundred men
and is one of the most wonderful creatures in existence."
"Are you afraid to go in, Sallie?" asked Johnnie.
"Not with you," she replied.
want to make a meal of us."
"I hope the Okami will not
Outside the booth was the picture of an enormous creature
with a tail shaped like an Indian club, and inside was a cage
among the straw of which was coiled a miserable cub not
much bigger than a cat.
On seeing the young Americans the exhibitor stirred up
the poor brute with a stick and pompously exclaimed,
"This
okami was captured in the island of Yeso, where it had killed
and eaten over one thousand people."
"They must have been pigmies," said Fitz, as though
thinking aloud.
" You may imagine that I am asserting a fiction,"
said the
man, affecting indignation. "This monster was the terror of
the country for miles around. Now, honorable gentlemen, af-
ter inspecting this ferocious animal, perhaps you will kindly
walk out and make room for some one else."
The half-starved okami gaped wearily, coiled itself down
for another brief doze and to
pretended slumber, and its
keeper squatted in a corner of the room and attacked a bowl
of cold boiled rice.
the wax-works, which
Oto and his friends then inspected
proved to be exceedingly life-like figures of the miracles of
Kuwannon, the goddess being modelled in various shapes.