With weariness you ill disguise,
Plodding the road to fame—
Pause—where the trees lap overhead,
Close the wee gate, nor seek release.
And hand in hand we’ll lightly tread
The little path to peace!
THE CAPTAIN, DAVY, AND GENERAL KUROPATKIN
A STORY OF KOREA
BY ROBERT DUNN.
West from Ping-Yang, the old Korean capital, flows Tai-Dong River into the Yellow Sea. Where in its mouth the flood tide weakens, and junks with lumber slung over sides drop their brown mat sails; there, where the clean sharp hills most beautifully are tricked with mirage and blue mist, squats the town of Chinnampo.