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But
enough
.
The
childhood
of
Adam
Strang
is
not
what
I
set
out
to
write
.
I
lived
for
several
years
on
the
islands
which
are
nameless
to
me
,
and
upon
which
I
am
confident
I
was
the
first
white
man
.
I
was
married
to
Lei-Lei
,
the
king
's
sister
,
who
was
a
fraction
over
six
feet
and
only
by
that
fraction
topped
me
.
I
was
a
splendid
figure
of
a
man
,
broad-shouldered
,
deep-chested
,
well-set-up
.
Women
of
any
race
,
as
you
shall
see
,
looked
on
me
with
a
favouring
eye
.
Under
my
arms
,
sun-shielded
,
my
skin
was
milk-white
as
my
mother
's
.
My
eyes
were
blue
.
My
moustache
,
beard
and
hair
were
that
golden-yellow
such
as
one
sometimes
sees
in
paintings
of
the
northern
sea-kings
.
Ay
--
I
must
have
come
of
that
old
stock
,
long-settled
in
England
,
and
,
though
born
in
a
countryside
cottage
,
the
sea
still
ran
so
salt
in
my
blood
that
I
early
found
my
way
to
ships
to
become
a
sea-cuny
.
That
is
what
I
was
--
neither
officer
nor
gentleman
,
but
sea-cuny
,
hard-worked
,
hard-bitten
,
hard-enduring
.
I
was
of
value
to
Raa
Kook
,
hence
his
royal
protection
.
I
could
work
in
iron
,
and
our
wrecked
ship
had
brought
the
first
iron
to
Raa
Kook
's
land
.
On
occasion
,
ten
leagues
to
the
north-west
,
we
went
in
canoes
to
get
iron
from
the
wreck
.
The
hull
had
slipped
off
the
reef
and
lay
in
fifteen
fathoms
.
And
in
fifteen
fathoms
we
brought
up
the
iron
.
Wonderful
divers
and
workers
under
water
were
these
natives
.
I
learned
to
do
my
fifteen
fathoms
,
but
never
could
I
equal
them
in
their
fishy
exploits
.
On
the
land
,
by
virtue
of
my
English
training
and
my
strength
,
I
could
throw
any
of
them
.
Also
,
I
taught
them
quarter-staff
,
until
the
game
became
a
very
contagion
and
broken
heads
anything
but
novelties
.
Brought
up
from
the
wreck
was
a
journal
,
so
torn
and
mushed
and
pulped
by
the
sea-water
,
with
ink
so
run
about
,
that
scarcely
any
of
it
was
decipherable
.
However
,
in
the
hope
that
some
antiquarian
scholar
may
be
able
to
place
more
definitely
the
date
of
the
events
I
shall
describe
,
I
here
give
an
extract
.
The
peculiar
spelling
may
give
the
clue
.
Note
that
while
the
letter
s
is
used
,
it
more
commonly
is
replaced
by
the
letter
f.
The
wind
being
favourable
,
gave
us
an
opportunity
of
examining
and
drying
some
of
our
provifion
,
particularly
,
fome
Chinefe
hams
and
dry
filh
,
which
conftituted
part
of
our
victualling
.
Divine
service
alfo
was
performed
on
deck
.
In
the
afternoon
the
wind
was
foutherly
,
with
frefh
gales
,
but
dry
,
fo
that
we
were
able
the
following
morning
to
clean
between
decks
,
and
alfo
to
fumigate
the
fhip
with
gunpowder
.
But
I
must
hasten
,
for
my
narrative
is
not
of
Adam
Strang
the
shipwrecked
sea-cuny
on
a
coral
isle
,
but
of
Adam
Strang
,
later
named
Yi
Yong-ik
,
the
Mighty
One
,
who
was
one
time
favourite
of
the
powerful
Yunsan
,
who
was
lover
and
husband
of
the
Lady
Om
of
the
princely
house
of
Min
,
and
who
was
long
time
beggar
and
pariah
in
all
the
villages
of
all
the
coasts
and
roads
of
Cho-Sen
.
(
Ah
,
ha
,
I
have
you
there
--
Cho-Sen
.
It
means
the
land
of
the
morning
calm
.
In
modern
speech
it
is
called
Korea
.
)
Remember
,
it
was
between
three
and
four
centuries
back
that
I
lived
,
the
first
white
man
,
on
the
coral
isles
of
Raa
Kook
.
In
those
waters
,
at
that
time
,
the
keels
of
ships
were
rare
.
I
might
well
have
lived
out
my
days
there
,
in
peace
and
fatness
,
under
the
sun
where
frost
was
not
,
had
it
not
been
for
the
Sparwehr
.
The
Sparwehr
was
a
Dutch
merchantman
daring
the
uncharted
seas
for
Indies
beyond
the
Indies
.
And
she
found
me
instead
,
and
I
was
all
she
found
.
Have
I
not
said
that
I
was
a
gay-hearted
,
golden
,
bearded
giant
of
an
irresponsible
boy
that
had
never
grown
up
?
With
scarce
a
pang
,
when
the
Sparwehrs
'
water-casks
were
filled
,
I
left
Raa
Kook
and
his
pleasant
land
,
left
Lei-Lei
and
all
her
flower-garlanded
sisters
,
and
with
laughter
on
my
lips
and
familiar
ship-smells
sweet
in
my
nostrils
,
sailed
away
,
sea-cuny
once
more
,
under
Captain
Johannes
Maartens
.
