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of the king
himself appeared.
Suddenly all was silent. Drum-beating, pipe-blowing, and shouting all
died away. The sound of hurried footsteps alone was heard. All at once
into sight came the imperial chair of state. In this chair was the king,
but not yet could Yung Pak get a glimpse of his royal master. Yellow
silken panels hid him from the view of the curious crowd, and over the
top was a canopy of the same description, ornamented with heavy, rich
tassels.
This gorgeous chair was much heavier than those used by officials and
ordinary citizens, and it took thirty-two men to carry it quickly and
safely past the throng to the entrance of the temple. Only a few minutes
were necessary for this journey, for the temple was but a short distance
from the palace gate, and both were in plain sight of Yung Pak and
Kim Yong.
It was only a fleeting glimpse of the king that they got, as he passed
from his chair to the temple gate; but this was enough to repay Yung
Pak for the rushing and the crowding and the waiting that he had been
obliged to endure. Rare indeed were these glimpses of his Majesty, and
they afforded interest and excitement enough to last a long while.

But the procession was not over yet. A chair covered with red silk,
borne on the shoulders of sixteen chair-men, passed up to the temple.
"Who is in that chair?" asked Yung Pak of his companion.
"The crown prince," was Kim Yong's reply.
"He attends his royal father in all these ceremonies of state."
Yung Pak drew a long breath, but said nothing. He only thought what a
fine thing it must be to be a king's son, and wear such gorgeous clothes,
and have so many servants at his call.
And then he had a second thought. He would not want to exchange his
splendid father for all the glory and magnificence of the king's court.
After the king and the crown prince, with their attendant officials and
servants and priests, had gone into the temple, Yung Pak and Kim
Yong did not stay longer at their post. The order of the procession had
broken, and the king and his immediate retinue would return privately
to the palace after he should pay homage and offer sacrifice to the
spirits of his ancestors.
CHAPTER IV.
YUNG PAK AT SCHOOL
Little Korean boys have to go to school, just as you do, though they do
not study in just the same way. You would be surprised if you were to
step into a Korean schoolroom. All the boys sit upon the floor with
their legs curled up beneath them. Instead of the quiet, silent scholars,
you would hear a loud and deafening buzz. All the pupils study out
loud. They not only do their studying aloud, but they talk very loud, as
if each one were trying to make more noise than his neighbour.
The Koreans call this noise kang-siong, and it seems almost deafening
to one unused to it. You would think the poor teacher would be driven
crazy, but he seems as calm as a daisy in a June breeze.

[Illustration: "ALL THE BOYS SIT UPON THE FLOOR"]
The Korean boys have to have "tests" and examinations just as you do.
When a lad has a good lesson, the teacher makes a big red mark on his
paper, and he carries it home with the greatest pride,--just as you do
when you take home a school paper marked "100."
But Yung Pak was not allowed to share the pleasures and the trials of
the boys in the public school.
One day, soon after he was six years old, his father sent for him to
come to his private room,--perhaps you would call it a study or library.
With Yung Pak's father was a strange gentleman, a young man with a
pleasant face and an air of good breeding.
"This," said Ki Pak to his son as he entered the room, "is Wang Ken. I
have engaged him to be your teacher, or tutor. The time has come for
you to begin to learn to read and to cipher and to study the history and
geography of our country."
Yung Pak made a very low bow, for all Korean boys are early taught to
be courteous, especially to parents, teachers, and officials.
In this case he was very glad to show respect to his new tutor, for he
liked his appearance and felt sure that they would get on famously
together. More than that, though he liked to play as well as any boy, he
was not sorry that he was going to begin to learn something. Even at
his age he had ambitions, and expected that