Corea or Cho-sen - The Land of the Morning Calm by A. Henry Savage (Arnold Henry Savage) Landor
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to descend from their high pedestal when their own New-Year's Day or
other festival occasions should arrive. I was much amused at a remark that a Chinaman made to me that day. I asked him how he liked the Japanese. "Pff!" he began, looking at me from under his huge round spectacles, as if he thought the subject too insignificant to waste his time upon. "The Japanese," he exploded, with an air of contempt, "no belong men. You see Japanese man dlunk, ol no dlunk, all same to me. He no can speak tluth, he no can be honest man. He buy something, nevel pay. Japanese belong bad, bad, bad man. He always speak lie, lie, lie, lie," and he emphasised his words with a crescendo as he curled up what he possessed in the shape of a nose--for it was so flat that it hardly deserved the name; indeed, to give strength to his speech, he spat with violence on the ground, as if to clear his mouth, as it were, of the unclean sound of the word "Japanese." Not even in those days could the Chinese and Japanese be accused of loving one another. The Chinese settlement is not quite so clean in appearance as the Japanese one, but if business is transacted on a smaller scale, it is, at all events, conducted on a firm and honest basis. Chemulpo has but few natural aptitudes beyond its being situated at the mouth of the river Han, which, winding like a snake, passes close to Seoul, the capital of the kingdom; and yet, partly because of its proximity to the capital, the distance by road being twenty-five miles, and partly owing to the fact |
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