Standing by for a moment, one sees a woman enter, glance about in awe at the sacred objects, especi jolly the altar, which she at once approaches, and then pulls a bell-rope to wake up the gods, for Japanese gods take a nap occasionally, did in the old world of al's time. She claps her hands to announce that she is ready to pray. and, having uttered her brief petition, throws her mite into the huge money box before the altar. and turns to the god that heals. If she has trachoma badly, as. many worshippers have, she rubs the eves of Binzuru and then her own. Or, just as often, she rubs her own first, as though she would transfer the disease to the god, which no doubt she often does; and then the god thoughtlessly transfers it to the next one who rubs his bacteria-rubbed exes. Often it is a mother with a baby on her back; and the little sore eyes are rubbed, too, and the virtue of the god transferred or the ailment transferred to the god.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.