purpose.

Yung Pak was not sorry to arrive at his journey's end, even though he
had enjoyed himself every moment of the time since he left Seoul. A four
days' ride on the back of a pony will make the most enthusiastic
traveller tired, and Yung Pak was glad to get to bed in the comfortable
room provided just as soon as he had eaten his supper. His night's sleep
was a sound one, though at midnight, and again at four o'clock in the
morning, he was awakened by the ringing of bells and gongs that called
the monks to the worship of Buddha.

In the morning Yung Pak awoke greatly refreshed, and, after a bountiful
breakfast, he started out with Wang Ken, guided by a monk, to see the
wonders of Chang-an-sa monastery.

One of the first things he noticed was the large number of boys about
the place. He learned from the guide that these lads were all orphans
who were being cared for by the priests, and who, later in life, would
themselves become priests of Buddha. They were all bright and active,
and were kept busily employed as waiters and errand-runners when they
were not at work on their studies. Like most boys, however, they managed
to get a generous share of time for play.

It would be impossible to tell in detail about all the strange things
Yung Pak saw at this monastery. The chief temple was an enormous
structure of stone and tile and carved wood, all decorated in gorgeous
combinations of red, green, gold, and white.

Within this temple was one room called the "chamber of imagery." Inside
its darkened walls a single monk chanted his monotonous prayer before