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Updated: June 22, 2025
But when the firing was hottest, Kai Bok-su would repeat to his students the comforting Psalm: "Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day." But in spite of his brave demeanor, the strain on the shepherd of this harassed flock was beginning to tell.
The brave old couple refused to accept life at such a cost. "I'm not ashamed to own my Lord," was a hymn Kai Bok-su had taught them, and They had meant every word as they had sung it many times in the pretty chapel by the river. And so they were "not ashamed" now.
Kai Bok-su and his men still preached and prayed and sang and taught in the crazy old wind-flapped tent by the seashore, and the people listened eagerly, and then, when services were over, every one, preacher, assistants, and congregation, set bravely to work to build a church. Brave they certainly had to be, for at the very beginning they had to risk their lives for their chapel.
The wife had caught something of her husband's great spirit of sacrifice, and he was always the man on fire, utterly forgetful of self. For two years they worked happily together and at last a great day came to Kai Bok-su. He had been nearly eight years in Formosa. It was time he came home, the Church in Canada said, for a little rest and to tell the people at home something of his great work.
What of his Beautiful Island, now that Kai Bok-su has left for a greater work in a more beautiful land? Yes, it is well also with Formosa. The work goes on. There are two thousand, one hundred members now in the four organized congregations, and over fifty mission stations and outstations.
The trying Formosan climate was proving too much for his young assistant, and one sad day he stood on the dock and saw Mr. Junor, pale and weak and broken in health, sail away back to Canada. But there was always a brave soldier waiting to step into the breach, and the next year Kai Bok-su had the joy of welcoming two new helpers, when the Rev. Mr.
Kai Bok-su went on quietly talking to his students. He urged them to be faithful and reminded them of what their Master suffered at the hands of a mob for their sake. But, in spite of their brave spirits, the little company could not help listening for the boom of the French guns.
He caught an occasional glimpse of snow, only a very far-off view, for it lay away up on the top of a mountain, but it made his heart long for just one breath of good dry Canadian air, just one whiff of the keen, cutting frost. But Kai Bok-su was not the sort to spend these dismal days repining. Indeed he had no time, even had he been so inclined.
Mackay had just recovered from one of those violent attacks of malaria from which he suffered so often now, and he was still looking pale and weak. So Sun-a, a bright young student-lad, came to the study door with the suggestion, "Let us take Lu-a for Kai Bok-su to ride." There was a laugh from the other students and an indulgent smile from Kai Bok-su himself.
Mackay was away, and the girls' school had not been opened since the war commenced, for it was not safe for the girls and women to leave their homes during such disturbed times. But now both schools reopened, and again Kai Bok-su with his cane and his book and his crowd of students could be seen going up to the lecture halls, or away out on the Formosan roads.
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