over his back, and in an antelope's horn or a crane's bill bullets were
carried. Powder was kept dry in a tortoise-shaped case of leather or
oiled paper.

Yung Pak's father would have been glad to have taken time for seeking
game with some of these hunters, but the business of his trip prevented
any unnecessary delay on the journey.




CHAPTER VIII.


THE MONASTERY AT CHANG-AN-SA

In the latter part of the afternoon of the fourth day, our travellers,
weary and worn with the long journey, came in sight of Chang-an-sa, the
Temple of Eternal Rest, one of the oldest monasteries of Korea, where
hundreds of monks devoted their lives to the service of Buddha.

The temple buildings, with deep curved roofs, are in a glorious
situation on a small level lot of grassy land crowded between the high
walls of a rocky ravine.

Yung Pak was delighted at his first sight of the great temple and the
surrounding buildings. Through the swaying branches of the forest-trees
he caught brief glimpses of the granite walls and turrets reddening in
the sunset glow. The deepening gloom of the gorge was lighted by the
slant beams of the setting sun, and on the water in the stream below