But Tom never got but one bang when he came in, though he used to shake his fist at the porter every time he heard it. Moriyama was very anxious that Tom should visit Yedo with him, and so after a few days spent in further sight-seeing in Yokohama, the two friends set off for the metropolis of Japan. [Illustration: ENTRANCE TO A JAPANESE TAVERN.] They traveled on horseback accompanied by their bettos and other servants. They rode along the Tokaido, or great highway of Japan, and they were by no means the only travelers, for the road was crowded with foot passengers, men on horseback, and people in palanquins. The whole road was one lively scene, and to Tom it was a very interesting one. And the best of it was, that there was nothing, no matter how curious or outlandish, that Moriyama could not explain to him. They stopped on the way at a tavern, which was rather different from anything of the kind that Tom had ever imagined. When they reached the door they found a group of three or four persons examining the goods of a man who seemed to be a peddler. He was very anxious that his goods—and he did not seem to have many of them—should be appreciated, and the bystanders were quietly and earnestly listening to what he had to say. But no one took notice of the newly arrived party. After a little while, the landlord made his appearance, and though he seemed glad to see them, and brought them a few eggs and some other trifling refreshments, he soon went away again, and they saw no more of him until several hours later when they took their leave. But their own servants cooked them a good dinner of things they had with them, and seemed to make themselves perfectly at home in the household of the tavern. Tom said it was a good deal like working your passage on a ship, but Moriyama could see no objection to it. He was sure, he said, that he would rather be waited on by his own servants than by any one likely to be found at a roadside tavern, and he was sure their own provisions were better than anything likely to be found there. This was all true enough, but Tom could not help thinking what a row would be kicked up in an American tavern, no matter how small and mean it might be, if the guests brought their own provisions, and cooked them in the tavern kitchen. They stopped at other places, at one tea-house in particular, where there were plenty of waiters, plenty of guests, and a very great plenty of tea. They were two days on the road, although the distance was only about thirty miles. It is impossible to tell one half that these two boys did and saw in Yedo. They saw all sorts of shops, with curious signs, tea-houses thronged with customers; people at work at various trades—in workshops that were entirely exposed to the view of passers-by, and almost everything arranged in a different way from what Tom thought was right and proper. [Illustration: JAPANESE BLACKSMITHS.]