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قراءة كتاب The Red Miriok
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The Red Miriok
BY
ANNA M. BARNES
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
GEORGE A. NEWMAN
Copyright 1901 and 1902 by the
American Baptist Publication Society
Published January, 1903
From the Society's own Press
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
Korea has been called the "Hermit Nation," as of all nations Tibet alone has exceeded it in repulsing foreign influences. Only in 1882 did the United States secure a treaty, and that opened the country to foreign trade only in the capital, Seoul, and three ports. But in this treaty Korea was treated with as an independent State, and its people are distinct from either Chinese or Japanese and well repay study and missionary labors. This little story is one of the first to present this slightly known land and its customs, and therefore deserves special attention from all who are interested in the Christianizing of Oriental nations.
CONTENTS
Mr. Kit-ze
CHAPTER II:
A Hasty Desertion
CHAPTER III:
The Lost Recovered
CHAPTER IV:
A Stowaway
CHAPTER V:
Before the Magistrate
CHAPTER VI:
A Friendly Hail
CHAPTER VII:
An Entreaty
CHAPTER VIII:
The Story of Choi-so
CHAPTER IX:
A Theft
CHAPTER X:
An Arrested Sacrifice
CHAPTER XI:
"One Soul"
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
ILLUSTRATIONS
'Yes, only a little, for it takes nearly three thousand of
them to make a dollar'"
"Yes, it was the red miriok"
"He began to shake him vigorously"
"Cheefoo prostrated himself to the magistrate"
"The old man was bolt upright, despite his years"
"Then, extending his hands, entreated"
"He was permitted to look ... upon the priests at their
devotions"
"He forthwith ... proceeded to throw rice into the well"
"'Stop!' entreated Helen"
"'Sorry. Sorry. It was wrong. She showed me'"
THE RED MIRIOK
CHAPTER I
MR. KIT-ZE
here is one thing I forgot to mention," said Mr. Reid, resuming the conversation. "If we do undertake our sampan journey, we must have Mr. Kit-ze. I have already talked to him about it."
"Oh, father!"
The expression of Clarence's face so emphasized his protest that nothing beyond the mere exclamation was necessary.
"Why, Clarence, what could be the objection to Mr. Kit-ze?"
"A good one, father. He is such an eel-like fellow. I know we couldn't depend on him. Then it strikes me that his mind isn't right. He's always muttering to himself and clutching his breast in such a queer way. Oh, I'm sure it would be a bad step to take Mr. Kit-ze."
"That is just like a boy!" declared Helen, his sister, "jumping at conclusions."
"You mean girls," retorted Clarence. "They fairly spring at them; yes, reach out their arms to grasp 'em as they spring."
"Come, children, don't spar," warned Mr. Reid. "But, my son," turning to Clarence, "I fear it is as your sister asserts, you have arrived at conclusions too hastily with reference to Mr. Kit-ze. He is a little strange in his manner, I'll admit; but his friends, some of whom belong to the mission, tell me that he is a very good sort of fellow, honest and well-meaning, though he is rather grasping as to money matters."
"He is well-meaning," asserted Helen; "and I think the