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We
sat
on
the
open
deck
,
like
so
many
trussed
fowls
,
when
he
asked
the
question
,
and
the
next
moment
,
as
the
junk
heeled
to
the
breeze
,
we
shot
down
the
deck
,
planks
and
all
,
fetching
up
in
the
lee-scuppers
with
skinned
necks
.
And
from
the
high
poop
Kwan
Yung-jin
gazed
down
at
us
as
if
he
did
not
see
us
.
For
many
years
to
come
Vandervoot
was
known
amongst
us
as
"
What-Now
Vandervoot
.
"
Poor
devil
!
He
froze
to
death
one
night
on
the
streets
of
Keijo
;
with
every
door
barred
against
him
.
To
the
mainland
we
were
taken
and
thrown
into
a
stinking
,
vermin-infested
prison
.
Such
was
our
introduction
to
the
officialdom
of
Cho-Sen
.
But
I
was
to
be
revenged
for
all
of
us
on
Kwan
Yung-jin
,
as
you
shall
see
,
in
the
days
when
the
Lady
Om
was
kind
and
power
was
mine
.
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In
prison
we
lay
for
many
days
.
We
learned
afterward
the
reason
.
Kwan
Yung-jin
had
sent
a
dispatch
to
Keijo
,
the
capital
,
to
find
what
royal
disposition
was
to
be
made
of
us
.
In
the
meantime
we
were
a
menagerie
.
From
dawn
till
dark
our
barred
windows
were
besieged
by
the
natives
,
for
no
member
of
our
race
had
they
ever
seen
before
.
Nor
was
our
audience
mere
rabble
.
Ladies
,
borne
in
palanquins
on
the
shoulders
of
coolies
,
came
to
see
the
strange
devils
cast
up
by
the
sea
,
and
while
their
attendants
drove
back
the
common
folk
with
whips
,
they
would
gaze
long
and
timidly
at
us
.
Of
them
we
saw
little
,
for
their
faces
were
covered
,
according
to
the
custom
of
the
country
.
Only
dancing
girls
,
low
women
,
and
granddams
ever
were
seen
abroad
with
exposed
faces
.
I
have
often
thought
that
Kwan
Yung-jin
suffered
from
indigestion
,
and
that
when
the
attacks
were
acute
he
took
it
out
on
us
.
At
any
rate
,
without
rhyme
or
reason
,
whenever
the
whim
came
to
him
,
we
were
all
taken
out
on
the
street
before
the
prison
and
well
beaten
with
sticks
to
the
gleeful
shouts
of
the
multitude
.
The
Asiatic
is
a
cruel
beast
,
and
delights
in
spectacles
of
human
suffering
.
At
any
rate
we
were
pleased
when
an
end
to
our
beatings
came
.
This
was
caused
by
the
arrival
of
Kim
.
Kim
?
All
I
can
say
,
and
the
best
I
can
say
,
is
that
he
was
the
whitest
man
I
ever
encountered
in
Cho-Sen
.
He
was
a
captain
of
fifty
men
when
I
met
him
.
He
was
in
command
of
the
palace
guards
before
I
was
done
doing
my
best
by
him
.
And
in
the
end
he
died
for
the
Lady
Om
's
sake
and
for
mine
.
Kim
--
well
,
Kim
was
Kim
.
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Immediately
he
arrived
the
planks
were
taken
from
our
necks
and
we
were
lodged
in
the
beet
inn
the
place
boasted
.
We
were
still
prisoners
,
but
honourable
prisoners
,
with
a
guard
of
fifty
mounted
soldiers
.
The
next
day
we
were
under
way
on
the
royal
highroad
,
fourteen
sailormen
astride
the
dwarf
horses
that
obtain
in
Cho-Sen
,
and
bound
for
Keijo
itself
.
The
Emperor
,
so
Kim
told
me
,
had
expressed
a
desire
to
gaze
upon
the
strangeness
of
the
sea
devils
.
It
was
a
journey
of
many
days
,
half
the
length
of
Cho-Sen
,
north
and
south
as
it
lies
.
It
chanced
,
at
the
first
off-saddling
,
that
I
strolled
around
to
witness
the
feeding
of
the
dwarf
horses
.
And
what
I
witnessed
set
me
bawling
,
"
What
now
,
Vandervoot
?
"
till
all
our
crew
came
running
.
As
I
am
a
living
man
what
the
horses
were
feeding
on
was
bean
soup
,
hot
bean
soup
at
that
,
and
naught
else
did
they
have
on
all
the
journey
but
hot
bean
soup
.
It
was
the
custom
of
the
country
.
They
were
truly
dwarf
horses
.
On
a
wager
with
Kim
I
lifted
one
,
despite
his
squeals
and
struggles
,
squarely
across
my
shoulders
,
so
that
Kim
's
men
,
who
had
already
heard
my
new
name
,
called
me
Yi
Yong-ik
,
the
Mighty
One
.
Kim
was
a
large
man
as
Koreans
go
,
and
Koreans
are
a
tall
muscular
race
,
and
Kim
fancied
himself
a
bit
.
But
,
elbow
to
elbow
and
palm
to
palm
,
I
put
his
arm
down
at
will
.
And
his
soldiers
and
the
gaping
villagers
would
look
on
and
murmur
"
Yi
Yong-ik
.
"