<h2><SPAN name="page73"></SPAN>LETTER X.—(<i>Continued</i>.)</h2>
<p>I <span class="smcap">don’t</span> wonder that the
Japanese rise early, for their evenings are cheerless, owing to
the dismal illumination. In this and other houses the lamp
consists of a square or circular lacquer stand, with four
uprights, 2½ feet high, and panes of white paper. A
flatted iron dish is suspended in this full of oil, with the pith
of a rush with a weight in the centre laid across it, and one of
the projecting ends is lighted. This wretched apparatus is
called an <i>andon</i>, and round its wretched “darkness
visible” the family huddles—the children to play
games and learn lessons, and the women to sew; for the Japanese
daylight is short and the houses are dark. Almost more
deplorable is a candlestick of the same height as the
<i>andon</i>, with a spike at the top which fits into a hole at
the bottom of a “farthing candle” of vegetable wax,
with a thick wick made of rolled paper, which requires constant
snuffing, and, after giving for a short time a dim and jerky
light, expires with a bad smell. Lamps, burning mineral
oils, native and imported, are being manufactured on a large
scale, but, apart from the peril connected with them, the
carriage of oil into country districts is very expensive.
No Japanese would think of sleeping without having an
<i>andon</i> burning all night in his room.</p>
<p>These villages are full of shops. There is scarcely a
house which does not sell something. Where the buyers come
from, and how a profit can be made, is a mystery. Many of
the things are eatables, such as dried fishes, 1½ inch
long, impaled on sticks; cakes, sweetmeats composed of rice,
flour, and very little sugar; circular lumps of rice dough,
called <i>mochi</i>; roots <SPAN name="page74"></SPAN>boiled in brine; a white jelly made
from beans; and ropes, straw shoes for men and horses, straw
cloaks, paper umbrellas, paper waterproofs, hair-pins,
tooth-picks, tobacco pipes, paper <i>mouchoirs</i>, and numbers
of other trifles made of bamboo, straw, grass, and wood.
These goods are on stands, and in the room behind, open to the
street, all the domestic avocations are going on, and the
housewife is usually to be seen boiling water or sewing with a
baby tucked into the back of her dress. A lucifer factory
has recently been put up, and in many house fronts men are
cutting up wood into lengths for matches. In others they
are husking rice, a very laborious process, in which the grain is
pounded in a mortar sunk in the floor by a flat-ended wooden
pestle attached to a long horizontal lever, which is worked by
the feet of a man, invariably naked, who stands at the other
extremity.</p>
<p>In some women are weaving, in others spinning cotton.
Usually there are three or four together—the mother, the
eldest son’s wife, and one or two unmarried girls.
The girls marry at sixteen, and shortly these comely, rosy,
wholesome-looking creatures pass into haggard, middle-aged women
with vacant faces, owing to the blackening of the teeth and
removal of the eyebrows, which, if they do not follow betrothal,
are resorted to on the birth of the first child. In other
houses women are at their toilet, blackening their teeth before
circular metal mirrors placed in folding stands on the mats, or
performing ablutions, unclothed to the waist. Early the
village is very silent, while the children are at school; their
return enlivens it a little, but they are quiet even at play; at
sunset the men return, and things are a little livelier; you hear
a good deal of splashing in baths, and after that they carry
about and play with their younger children, while the older ones
prepare lessons for the following day by reciting them in a high,
monotonous twang. At dark the paper windows are drawn, the
<i>amado</i>, or external wooden shutters, are closed, the lamp
is lighted before the family shrine, supper is eaten, the
children play at quiet games round the <i>andon</i>; and about
ten the quilts and wooden pillows are produced from the press,
the <i>amado</i> are bolted, and the family lies down to sleep in
one room. Small trays of food and the <i>tabako-bon</i> are
always within reach of adult sleepers, and one grows quite
accustomed to hear the <SPAN name="page75"></SPAN>sound of ashes being knocked out of
the pipe at intervals during the night. The children sit up
as late as their parents, and are included in all their
conversation.</p>
<p>I never saw people take so much delight in their offspring,
carrying them about, or holding their hands in walking, watching
and entering into their games, supplying them constantly with new
toys, taking them to picnics and festivals, never being content
to be without them, and treating other people’s children
also with a suitable measure of affection and attention.
Both fathers and mothers take a pride in their children. It
is most amusing about six every morning to see twelve or fourteen
men sitting on a low wall, each with a child under two years in
his arms, fondling and playing with it, and showing off its
physique and intelligence. To judge from appearances, the
children form the chief topic at this morning gathering. At
night, after the houses are shut up, looking through the long
fringe of rope or rattan which conceals the sliding door, you see
the father, who wears nothing but a <i>maro</i> in “the
bosom of his family,” bending his ugly, kindly face over a
gentle-looking baby, and the mother, who more often than not has
dropped the <i>kimono</i> from her shoulders, enfolding two
children destitute of clothing in her arms. For some
reasons they prefer boys, but certainly girls are equally petted
and loved. The children, though for our ideas too gentle
and formal, are very prepossessing in looks and behaviour.
They are so perfectly docile and obedient, so ready to help their
parents, so good to the little ones, and, in the many hours which
I have spent in watching them at play, I have never heard an
angry word or seen a sour look or act. But they are little
men and women rather than children, and their old-fashioned
appearance is greatly aided by their dress, which, as I have
remarked before, is the same as that of adults.</p>
<p>There are, however, various styles of dressing the hair of
girls, by which you can form a pretty accurate estimate of any
girl’s age up to her marriage, when the <i>coiffure</i>
undergoes a definite change. The boys all look top-heavy
and their heads of an abnormal size, partly from a hideous
practice of shaving the head altogether for the first three
years. After this the hair is allowed to grow in three
tufts, one over each ear, and the other at the back of the neck;
as often, however, a tuft is <SPAN name="page76"></SPAN>grown at the top of the back of the
head. At ten the crown alone is shaved and a forelock is
worn, and at fifteen, when the boy assumes the responsibilities
of manhood, his hair is allowed to grow like that of a man.
The grave dignity of these boys, with the grotesque patterns on
their big heads, is most amusing.</p>
<p>Would that these much-exposed skulls were always smooth and
clean! It is painful to see the prevalence of such
repulsive maladies as <i>scabies</i>, scald-head, ringworm, sore
eyes, and unwholesome-looking eruptions, and fully 30 per cent of
the village people are badly seamed with smallpox.</p>
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