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In
a
way
we
were
a
travelling
menagerie
.
The
word
went
on
ahead
,
so
that
all
the
country
folk
flocked
to
the
roadside
to
see
us
pass
.
It
was
an
unending
circus
procession
.
In
the
towns
at
night
our
inns
were
besieged
by
multitudes
,
so
that
we
got
no
peace
until
the
soldiers
drove
them
off
with
lance-pricks
and
blows
.
But
first
Kim
would
call
for
the
village
strong
men
and
wrestlers
for
the
fun
of
seeing
me
crumple
them
and
put
them
in
the
dirt
.
Bread
there
was
none
,
but
we
ate
white
rice
(
the
strength
of
which
resides
in
one
's
muscles
not
long
)
,
a
meat
which
we
found
to
be
dog
(
which
animal
is
regularly
butchered
for
food
in
Cho-Sen
)
,
and
the
pickles
ungodly
hot
but
which
one
learns
to
like
exceeding
well
.
And
there
was
drink
,
real
drink
,
not
milky
slush
,
but
white
,
biting
stuff
distilled
from
rice
,
a
pint
of
which
would
kill
a
weakling
and
make
a
strong
man
mad
and
merry
.
At
the
walled
city
of
Chong-ho
I
put
Kim
and
the
city
notables
under
the
table
with
the
stuff
--
or
on
the
table
,
rather
,
for
the
table
was
the
floor
where
we
squatted
to
cramp-knots
in
my
hams
for
the
thousandth
time
.
And
again
all
muttered
"
Yi
Yong-ik
,
"
and
the
word
of
my
prowess
passed
on
before
even
to
Keijo
and
the
Emperor
's
Court
.
I
was
more
an
honoured
guest
than
a
prisoner
,
and
invariably
I
rode
by
Kim
's
side
,
my
long
legs
near
reaching
the
ground
,
and
,
where
the
going
was
deep
,
my
feet
scraping
the
muck
.
Kim
was
young
.
Kim
was
human
.
Kim
was
universal
.
He
was
a
man
anywhere
in
any
country
.
He
and
I
talked
and
laughed
and
joked
the
day
long
and
half
the
night
.
And
I
verify
ate
up
the
language
.
I
had
a
gift
that
way
anyway
.
Even
Kim
marvelled
at
the
way
I
mastered
the
idiom
.
And
I
learned
the
Korean
points
of
view
,
the
Korean
humour
,
the
Korean
soft
places
,
weak
places
,
touchy
places
.
Kim
taught
me
flower
songs
,
love
songs
,
drinking
songs
.
One
of
the
latter
was
his
own
,
of
the
end
of
which
I
shall
give
you
a
crude
attempt
at
translation
.
Kim
and
Pak
,
in
their
youth
,
swore
a
pact
to
abstain
from
drinking
,
which
pact
was
speedily
broken
.
In
old
age
Kim
and
Pak
sing
:
"
No
,
no
,
begone
!
The
merry
bowl
Again
shall
bolster
up
my
soul
Against
itself
.
What
,
good
man
,
hold
!
Canst
tell
me
where
red
wine
is
sold
?
Nay
,
just
beyond
yon
peach-tree
?
There
?
Good
luck
be
thine
;
I
'll
thither
fare
.
"
Hendrik
Hamel
,
scheming
and
crafty
,
ever
encouraged
and
urged
me
in
my
antic
course
that
brought
Kim
's
favour
,
not
alone
to
me
,
but
through
me
to
Hendrik
Hamel
and
all
our
company
.
I
here
mention
Hendrik
Hamel
as
my
adviser
,
for
it
has
a
bearing
on
much
that
followed
at
Keijo
in
the
winning
of
Yunsan
's
favour
,
the
Lady
Om
's
heart
,
and
the
Emperor
's
tolerance
.
I
had
the
will
and
the
fearlessness
for
the
game
I
played
,
and
some
of
the
wit
;
but
most
of
the
wit
I
freely
admit
was
supplied
me
by
Hendrik
Hamel
.
And
so
we
journeyed
up
to
Keijo
,
from
walled
city
to
walled
city
across
a
snowy
mountain
land
that
was
hollowed
with
innumerable
fat
farming
valleys
.
And
every
evening
,
at
fall
of
day
,
beacon
fires
sprang
from
peak
to
peak
and
ran
along
the
land
.
Always
Kim
watched
for
this
nightly
display
.
From
all
the
coasts
of
Cho-Sen
,
Kim
told
me
,
these
chains
of
fire-speech
ran
to
Keijo
to
carry
their
message
to
the
Emperor
.
One
beacon
meant
the
land
was
in
peace
.
Two
beacons
meant
revolt
or
invasion
.
We
never
saw
but
one
beacon
.
And
ever
,
as
we
rode
,
Vandervoot
brought
up
the
rear
,
wondering
,
"
God
in
heaven
,
what
now
?
"
Keijo
we
found
a
vast
city
where
all
the
population
,
with
the
exception
of
the
nobles
or
yang-bans
,
dressed
in
the
eternal
white
.
This
,
Kim
explained
,
was
an
automatic
determination
and
advertisement
of
caste
.
Thus
,
at
a
glance
,
could
one
tell
,
the
status
of
an
individual
by
the
degrees
of
cleanness
or
of
filthiness
of
his
garments
.
It
stood
to
reason
that
a
coolie
,
possessing
but
the
clothes
he
stood
up
in
,
must
be
extremely
dirty
.
And
to
reason
it
stood
that
the
individual
in
immaculate
white
must
possess
many
changes
and
command
the
labour
of
laundresses
to
keep
his
changes
immaculate
.
As
for
the
yang-bans
who
wore
the
pale
,
vari-coloured
silks
,
they
were
beyond
such
common
yardstick
of
place
.
