Chap. IX. 
SCENES ON THE HIGHWAY. 
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But the best of friends must part at last, so I was 
obliged to bid adieu to mine host and his fair 
waiting-maids of the “Ten Thousand Centuries,” 
and pursue my way to Kanagawa. Nothing par- 
ticularly worthy of notice presented itself during 
the remainder of my journey. The same motley 
groups and queer-looking travellers were met and 
passed on the highway ; dogs barked, and children 
ran out of the houses to look at the foreigner, and 
to cry out, as loudly as their little lungs would 
permit, “ Anato, Ohio.” The number of little girls, 
each having a child tied on her back, was one of 
the most amusing sights during our progress. As 
these ran hobbling along, and the little heads of 
