For this reason the story of Yung Pak's youthful days may be the more interesting to his Western cousins.

Perhaps Yung Pak's father did not say much, but any one could have seen by his face that he was tremendously pleased.

It is to be feared that if, instead of Yung Pak, a little daughter had come to this Korean house, the father and the mother would not have been so pleased.

As Yung Pak grew older he was given many toys, among them rattles, drums, flags, and dolls, just as you had them.

Yung Pak's own sleeping-room was a dainty affair, with its paper walls, tiger-skin rugs upon the stone floor, and the softest of mats and silk and wadded cotton coverings for his couch.

" By this time Yung Pak and Kim Yong were running as fast as their flowing garments and their dignity would allow them.

In this chair was the king, but not yet could Yung Pak get a glimpse of his royal master.

It was only a fleeting glimpse of the king that they got, as he passed from his chair to the temple gate; but this was enough to repay Yung Pak for the rushing and the crowding and the waiting that he had been obliged to endure.

After the king and the crown prince, with their attendant officials and servants and priests, had gone into the temple, Yung Pak and Kim Yong did not stay longer at their post.

Under Wang Ken's instruction Yung Pak made rapid progress in his studies, and when the boy's father questioned him from time to time as to what he had learned, he was very much pleased, and commended his son for his close attention to his studies.

On this account Yung Pak's tutor had orders to give to the lad each day, during the hours devoted to study, some account of events in the rise and progress of the Korean nation or of its royal families.

The tutor went on: "When Taijo was born, many, many years ago, our country was not called Korea, but had been given the name of Cho-sen." Yung Pak had been told that Cho-sen meant Morning Calm, so he asked Wang Ken how it came about that such a peaceful name had been given to his country.

THE MONK'S STORY One evening, after Yung Pak had finished his supper, he sat talking with his father and Wang Ken.

"Let me get the man something to eat," said Yung Pak as the monk seated himself upon a mat.

Yung Pak called it Syang-nong-si, which means Marvellous Agriculture.

You can easily imagine Yung Pak's joy and surprise one day when his father told him that he proposed to take his little son on his next journey.

But Yung Pak had long before learned to be patient under such circumstances.

Ki Pak's servants proceeded to build a fire in the centre of the yard and the cook made preparations for getting supper.

As it was, Yung Pak slept soundly the whole night, and did not awake until after daylight, when servants brought to his door a wooden bowl and a brass vessel full of water for his morning bath.

" Afterward Yung Pak visited the great kitchens, the dining-rooms, the stables, the private rooms of the monks, and every place which might be of interest to an inquisitive boy of his age.

Meanwhile Ki Pak had transacted the business for which he came to this region, and at the end of ten days was ready to return to Seoul.

This was tied on very tightly,so tightly that it made a deep ridge in Yung Pak's forehead and gave him a severe headache; but he bore the pain heroically and without flinchingfor was he not now a man?

Yung Pak now rose from his position, and made a deep bow to each one in the room, beginning with his father, and then in regular order according to relationship.

The sacrifices made, Yung Pak called at the homes of all the male friends of the family, who now for the first time looked upon him as their equal, and in the evening Ki Pak gave a great dinner in honour of his son.

The sacrifices made, Yung Pak called at the homes of all the male friends of the family, who now for the first time looked upon him as their equal, and in the evening Ki Pak gave a great dinner in honour of his son.