CHAPTER IX.

IN YOKOHAMA.

A! ho! ho!
huida!”’
What was that?
It was a strange, dis-
mal sound that came
to Ralph and Rick
as they went with
Uncle Nat into the
Japanese quarter of
Yokohama. In the

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were features re-
minding them of home. There were handsome stores with fine
stone-fronts. There were hotels and banks. There were street-
lamps. Foreigners abounded.

In the native quarter of Yokohama, one saw sights and heard sounds
peculiarly Japanese. The place abounded in novelties. And now up
from the street came this low, hoarse cry, “Wa! ho! ho! huida!”
It was a series of groans and grunts. Stepping out doors, they saw
a native cart well loaded with bales of goods. The cart had two
wheels, and the motive power was not that of horses but men.
Between the shafts and at the same time behind a cross-bar, two
men were propelling. Then at the rear of the cart were two more

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