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The
white
man
has
gone
around
the
world
in
mastery
,
I
do
believe
,
because
of
his
unwise
uncaringness
.
That
has
been
the
manner
of
his
going
,
although
,
of
course
,
he
was
driven
on
by
restiveness
and
lust
for
booty
.
So
it
was
that
Captain
Johannes
Maartens
,
Hendrik
Hamel
,
and
the
twelve
sea-cunies
of
us
roystered
and
bawled
in
the
fisher
village
while
the
winter
gales
whistled
across
the
Yellow
Sea
.
From
the
little
we
had
seen
of
the
land
and
the
people
we
were
not
impressed
by
Cho-Sen
.
If
these
miserable
fishers
were
a
fair
sample
of
the
natives
,
we
could
understand
why
the
land
was
unvisited
of
navigators
.
But
we
were
to
learn
different
.
The
village
was
on
an
in-lying
island
,
and
its
headmen
must
have
sent
word
across
to
the
mainland
;
for
one
morning
three
big
two-masted
junks
with
lateens
of
rice-matting
dropped
anchor
off
the
beach
.
When
the
sampans
came
ashore
Captain
Johannes
Maartens
was
all
interest
,
for
here
were
silks
again
.
One
strapping
Korean
,
all
in
pale-tinted
silks
of
various
colours
,
was
surrounded
by
half
a
dozen
obsequious
attendants
,
also
clad
in
silk
.
Kwan
Yung-jin
,
as
I
came
to
know
his
name
,
was
a
yang-ban
,
or
noble
;
also
he
was
what
might
be
called
magistrate
or
governor
of
the
district
or
province
.
This
means
that
his
office
was
appointive
,
and
that
he
was
a
tithe-squeezer
or
tax-farmer
.
Fully
a
hundred
soldiers
were
also
landed
and
marched
into
the
village
.
They
were
armed
with
three-pronged
spears
,
slicing
spears
,
and
chopping
spears
,
with
here
and
there
a
matchlock
of
so
heroic
mould
that
there
were
two
soldiers
to
a
matchlock
,
one
to
carry
and
set
the
tripod
on
which
rested
the
muzzle
,
the
other
to
carry
and
fire
the
gun
.
As
I
was
to
learn
,
sometimes
the
gun
went
off
,
sometimes
it
did
not
,
all
depending
upon
the
adjustment
of
the
fire-punk
and
the
condition
of
the
powder
in
the
flash-pan
.
So
it
was
that
Kwan-Yung-jin
travelled
.
The
headmen
of
the
village
were
cringingly
afraid
of
him
,
and
for
good
reason
,
as
we
were
not
overlong
in
finding
out
.
I
stepped
forward
as
interpreter
,
for
already
I
had
the
hang
of
several
score
of
Korean
words
.
He
scowled
and
waved
me
aside
.
But
what
did
I
reek
?
I
was
as
tall
as
he
,
outweighed
him
by
a
full
two
stone
,
and
my
skin
was
white
,
my
hair
golden
.
He
turned
his
back
and
addressed
the
head
man
of
the
village
while
his
six
silken
satellites
made
a
cordon
between
us
.
While
he
talked
more
soldiers
from
the
ship
carried
up
several
shoulder-loads
of
inch-planking
.
These
planks
were
about
six
feet
long
and
two
feet
wide
,
and
curiously
split
in
half
lengthwise
.
Nearer
one
end
than
the
other
was
a
round
hole
larger
than
a
man
's
neck
.
Kwan
Yung-jin
gave
a
command
.
Several
of
the
soldiers
approached
Tromp
,
who
was
sitting
on
the
ground
nursing
a
felon
.
Now
Tromp
was
a
rather
stupid
,
slow-thinking
,
slow-moving
cuny
,
and
before
he
knew
what
was
doing
one
of
the
planks
,
with
a
scissors-like
opening
and
closing
,
was
about
his
neck
and
clamped
.
Discovering
his
predicament
,
he
set
up
a
bull-roaring
and
dancing
,
till
all
had
to
back
away
to
give
him
clear
space
for
the
flying
ends
of
his
plank
.
Then
the
trouble
began
,
for
it
was
plainly
Kwan
Yung-jin
's
intention
to
plank
all
of
us
.
Oh
,
we
fought
,
bare-fisted
,
with
a
hundred
soldiers
and
as
many
villagers
,
while
Kwan
Yung-jin
stood
apart
in
his
silks
and
lordly
disdain
.
Here
was
where
I
earned
my
name
Yi
Yong-ik
,
the
Mighty
.
Long
after
our
company
was
subdued
and
planked
I
fought
on
.
My
fists
were
of
the
hardness
of
topping-mauls
,
and
I
had
the
muscles
and
will
to
drive
them
.
To
my
joy
,
I
quickly
learned
that
the
Koreans
did
not
understand
a
fist-blow
and
were
without
the
slightest
notion
of
guarding
.
They
went
down
like
tenpins
,
fell
over
each
other
in
heaps
.
But
Kwan
Yung-jin
was
my
man
,
and
all
that
saved
him
when
I
made
my
rush
was
the
intervention
of
his
satellites
.
They
were
flabby
creatures
.
I
made
a
mess
of
them
and
a
muss
and
muck
of
their
silks
ere
the
multitude
could
return
upon
me
.
There
were
so
many
of
them
.
They
clogged
my
blows
by
the
sneer
numbers
of
them
,
those
behind
shoving
the
front
ones
upon
me
.
And
how
I
dropped
them
!
Toward
the
end
they
were
squirming
three-deep
under
my
feet
.
But
by
the
time
the
crews
of
the
three
junks
and
most
of
the
village
were
on
top
of
me
I
was
fairly
smothered
.
The
planking
was
easy
.
"
God
in
heaven
,
what
now
!
"
asked
Vandervoot
,
another
cuny
,
when
we
had
been
bundled
aboard
a
junk
.
