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Updated: June 1, 2025
As she had lain tossing upon the rude stone bed, with none of those comforts which are so necessary for the sick, K'ang-p'u remembered that his father had said to her: "What a shame that we are not living in my father's house! There you might have had every luxury. It is all my fault; I disobeyed my father."
No stealing here." "Yes, kill him!" shouted another with a loud laugh; "he'd make a good bit of bacon." But no one touched him, and K'ang-p'u, still holding tightly to his burden, was soon far out on the winding road among the cornfields. If they should follow, he thought of hiding among the giant cornstalks.
Many men and women servants bowed low as he passed, saluting with great respect and crying out: "Yes, it is really the little master! He has come back to his own!" K'ang-p'u, seeing how well dressed the servants were, felt much ashamed of his own ragged garments, and put up his hands to hide a torn place.
K'ang-p'u! why don't you let me out? I can't breathe under all these feathers." Quick as a flash he knew what was the matter. Burying his hand in the basket, he seized the wooden tablet, drew it from its hiding-place, and stood it up on the stone base. Wonder of wonders!
Yes, yes, my boy, whatever happens be sure to save the tablet. It is the only thing we have worth keeping." With that, Mr. Lin went out at the gate, leaving K'ang-p'u standing all alone. The little fellow was scarcely twelve years old. He had a bright, sunny face and a happy heart. Being left by himself did not mean tears and idleness for him.
First, he gathered a basket of chicken feathers, for his father had told him that a few feathers placed at the roots of the young plant would do more to make it strong and healthy than anything else that could be used. All day K'ang-p'u worked steadily in the garden. He was just beginning to feel tired, when he heard a woman screaming in the distance. He dropped his basket and rushed to the gate.
Your house is burned, your chickens carried away and your cabbages trampled underfoot. A sorry home he will return to. You would be just one more mouth to feed. No! that plan will never do. If your father thinks you are dead, he will go off to another province to get work. That would save him from starvation." "But what am I to do?" wailed poor K'ang-p'u. "I don't want him to leave me all alone!"
Seizing the basket of chicken feathers, he rushed into the house, snatched the precious tablet from the shelf, and hid it in the bottom of the basket. Then, without stopping to say good-bye to the spot which he had known all his life, he rushed out of the gate and down the narrow street. "Kill the kid!" shouted a soldier, whom K'ang-p'u nearly ran against in his hurry. "Put down the basket, boy!
There was the big mulberry tree where the boys used to gather leaves for their silkworms. Another turn of the road and he would see the village. When K'ang-p'u passed round the corner and looked for the ruins of the village hovels, an amazing sight met his gaze.
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