THE games we are daily playing at in our nurseries, or some of them, have been also played at for
centuries by Japanese boys and girls. Such are blindman's buff (eye-hiding), puss-in-the-corner,
catching, racing, scrambling, a variety of "here we go round the mulberry bush." The game of
knuckle-bones is played with five little stuffed bags instead of sheep bones, which the children
cannot get, as sheep are not used by the Japanese. Also performances such as honey-pots, heads in
chancery, turning round back to back, or hand to hand, are popular among that
 long-sleeved, shaven-pated small fry. Still better than snow-balling, the lads like to make a
snowman, with a round charcoal ball for each eye, and a streak of charcoal for his mouth. This they
call Buddha's squat follower "Daruma," whose legs rotted off through his stillness over his lengthy
EYE-HIDING, OR BLINDMAN'S BUFF.
As might be expected, some of the Japanese games differ slightly from ours, or else are altogether
peculiar to that country. The facility with which a Japanese child slips its shoes on and off, and
the absence on the part of the parents of conventional or health scruples regarding bare feet, lead
to a sort of game of ball in which the shoes take the part of the ball, and to hiding pranks with
the sandal, something like our hunt the slipper and hide-and-seek.
STILTS AND CLOG-THROWING.
 the other hand, kago play is entirely Japanese. In this game, two children carry a bamboo pole on
their shoulders, on to which clings a third child, in imitation of a usual mode of traveling in
Japan. In this the passenger is seated in a light bamboo palanquin borne on men's shoulders. A
miniature festival is thought great fun, when a few bits of rough wood mounted on wheels are
decorated with cut paper and evergreens, and drawn slowly along amidst the shouts of the exultant
contrivers, in mimicry of the real festival cars. Games of soldiers are of two types. When copied
from the historical fights, one boy, with his kerchief bound round his temples, makes a supposed
marvellous and heroic defence. He slashes with his bamboo sword, as a harlequin waves his baton, to
deal magical destruction all around on the attacking party. When the late insurrection commenced in
Satsuma, the Tokio boys, hearing of the campaign on modern tactics, would form
 attack and defence parties. A little company armed with bamboo breech-loaders would march to the
assault of the roguish battalion lurking round the corner.
PLAYING AT BATTER-CAKES
Wrestling, again, is popular with children, not so much on account of the actual throwing, as from
the love of imitating the curious growling and animal-like springing, with which the professional
wrestlers encounter one another. Swimming, fishing, and general puddling about are congenial
occupation for hot summer days; whilst some with a toy bamboo pump, like a Japanese feeble
fire-engine, manage to send a squirt of water at a friend, as the firemen souse their comrades
 standing on the burning housetops. Itinerant street sellers have, on stalls of a height suited to
their little customers, an array of what looks like pickles. This is made of bright seaweed pods
that the children buy to make a "clup!" sort of noise with between their lips, so that they go about
apparently hiccoughing all day long. The smooth glossy leaves of the camellia, as common as hedge
roses are in England, make very fair little trumpets when blown after having been expertly rolled
up, or in spring their fallen blossoms are strung into gay chains.
On a border-land between games and sweets are the stalls of the itinerant batter-sellers. At these
the tiny purchaser enjoys the evidently much appreciated privilege of himself arranging his little
measure of batter in fantastic forms, and drying them upon a hot metal plate. A turtle is a favorite
design, as the first blotch of batter makes its body, and six judiciously arranged smaller dabs soon
suggest its head, tail, and feet.
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