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UP TO mischie'f. 
more norimons came after, followed by tliat more 
plebeian conveyance, a cango. In tlie centre of tbe 
road, was a lean small borse bolding down bis bead, 
and led by a decrepit old man; wbile a fatter 
borse was surmounted by a stoutisb man in a 
conical bat, wbo sat percbcd up on a mountain of 
mercbandise. 
On tbe side path we nearly ran against a vendor 
of sweetmeats, ringing a little bell like our muffin- 
man, and praising tbe quality of bis wares with tbe 
voice of a stentor ; a man with a sbiny black paper 
bat, wbo followed bim, was, I learned on inquiry, a 
priest of tbe Kami sect; wbile two gentlemen, 
wboin I observed on tbe other side of tbe street, in 
tbeir petticoat trowsers or nakamas, were about to 
pay a visit of ceremony. Tbeir attention, I saw, was 
attracted by two laugbing girls, with vermilion lips 
and faces white with paint, wbo were undoubtedly 
“up to misebief.” An odd-looking figure, wbo 
came stalking along, striking bis stick, which was 
furnished with jangling metal rings, upon tbe pave- 
ment, was pointed, out to me as a mendicant priest ; 
