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Updated: June 27, 2025
Turned always away at the city gates of Keijo, where I sought Chong Mong- ju, we wandered on, through seasons and decades of seasons, across Cho- Sen, whose every inch of road was an old story to our sandals. Our history and identity were wide-scattered as the land was wide. No person breathed who did not know us and our punishment.
Woo Chong had fed forty miners when he ran the cookhouse for Rimrock, for half what a white man could; and when Rimrock had lost his mine, at the end of a long lawsuit, Woo Chong had followed him to town. There was a long tally on the wall, the longest of all, which told how many meals Rimrock owed him for; but Rimrock knew he was welcome.
He took down a bottle of digitalin from a cabinet, adding, "only it was too late in this case." Just what the relations were between Long Sin and the Chong Wah Tong I have never been able to determine exactly.
‘Then you can shift for yourself?’ ‘For myself and for others, brother.’ ‘And what does Chikno?’ ‘Sells me horses, when I bid him. Those horses on the chong were mine.’ ‘And has he none of his own?’ ‘Sometimes he has; but he is not so well off as myself.
So all day long thousands of coolies, water-jars yoked to their shoulders, tramp out the river gate and back. I became one of these, until Chong Mong-ju sought me out, and I was beaten and planked and set upon the highway. Ever it was the same.
The secret was ill kept the discovery spread many great conversions were made houses were blazing in every part of the Celestial Empire. The insurance offices took the matter up. One Chong Pong, detected in the very act of shutting up a pig in his drawing-room, and then firing a train, was indicted on a charge of arson.
As long as you live what I have told will tenant your mind. Mind? There is nothing permanent but mind. Matter fluxes, crystallizes, and fluxes again, and forms are never repeated. Forms disintegrate into the eternal nothingness from which there is no return. Form is apparitional and passes, as passed the physical forms of the Lady Om and Chong Mong-ju.
Disgraced at Court, nevertheless Chong Mong-ju had been too popular with the provincial priesthood. Yunsan had been compelled to hold his hand, and Chong Mong- ju, apparently sulking on the north-east coast, had been anything but idle. His emissaries, chiefly Buddhist priests, were everywhere, went everywhere, gathering in even the least of the provincial magistrates to allegiance to him.
He stared at her, smiled familiarly and lifted his helmet. Elsa, with cold unflickering eyes, offered his greeting no recognition whatever. The man felt that she was looking through him, inside of him, searching out all the dark comers of his soul. He dropped his gaze, confused. Then Elsa calmly turned to the boy. "Come, Chong."
Are you one of the Ingrines?" "I am the chap what certain folks calls the Romany Rye." "Well, I'll be jiggered if I wasn't thinking so and if I wasn't penning so to my juwa as we were welling down the chong." "It is a long time since we last met, Captain Bosvile, for I suppose I may call you Captain now?"
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