<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIV</h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> Hemsters had fallen into the English
habit of afternoon tea, and, having finished
the refreshing cup, I excused myself and
went outside to learn how strict the cordon around us
was kept. I found that the Prime Minister had done
his work well. The gates were very thoroughly
guarded, and short of force there seemed to be no
method of penetrating into the city. I tried bribery,
desiring to get a short note through to the British
Consul-General, and, although my bribe was willingly
accepted, I found later that the missive was never sent.</p>
<p>Rambling around the vast precincts of the Palace,
trying to discover any loophole of escape, I came upon
our escort and the ponies which had brought us from
the port to the capital. These had been gathered up in
the city and taken inside. I could not decide at the moment
whether this move on the part of our gaolers
strengthened or weakened our position. The escort
was composed of a very poor set of creatures who
would prove utterly valueless if the crisis developed
into a contest. They were all huddled together under
a shed, and were very evidently in a state of hopeless
panic. They knew intuitively that things were going
badly with us, and it needed no prophet to foretell that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156">156</SPAN></span>
they would instantly betray us if they got the chance,
or cut our throats if they were ordered to do so. I
deeply regretted now that we had not stayed longer at
Chemulpo until we had gathered together an escort
composed entirely of Japanese. Two Japanese followers
were among our crowd, and they now stood
apart with the imperturbable nonchalance of their race.
I was aware that I could depend upon them to the
death; but the rest were the very scum of the East,
cowardly, unstable as water, and as treacherous as
quicksand. I spoke a few words of encouragement to
the Japanese, patted the ponies, and then returned to
Mr. Hemster. I told him I had endeavoured to send a
note to the British representative in Seoul, and to my
amazement found that he did not approve of this move.</p>
<p>“The fact is, Mr. Tremorne, we have acted like a
parcel of fools, and if this thing ever gets out we shall
be the laughing-stock of the world. I don’t want
either the American or the British Consul to know anything
of our position. God helps those who help themselves.
I don’t want to boast at all, but I may tell you
I’m a dead shot with a revolver, and I have one of the
best here with me, together with plenty of cartridges.
This expertness with a gun is a relic of my old cowboy
days on the plains, and if these here Coreans attempt
to interfere with me, somebody is going to get hurt.
You have another revolver, and if you are any good
with it I guess we’ll have no difficulty in forcing our
way through this flock of sheep. Have you learned
whether your two Japanese can shoot or not? If they
can, I’ve got revolvers here for them, and it seems to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157">157</SPAN></span>
me that four of us can put up a bluff that will carry us
through this tight place. If it wasn’t that we have
women with us, I wouldn’t mind the encounter in the
least. As it is, we’ll have to do the best we can, and I
propose that we start to-morrow as soon as the gates
are opened.”</p>
<p>“All right, Mr. Hemster, I believe your diagnosis
of the case is correct. I can trust the Japanese, and I
think I may say you can trust me.”</p>
<p>A little later in the day, the Prime Minister, accompanied
by an imposing following, came to me, and with
much circumlocution made formal proposal of marriage
to Miss Hemster on behalf of the Emperor of
Corea. The misguided man appeared to think that
this smoothed away all difficulty, and that the only
question now to be settled was the amount of money
the honoured lady’s father would pay down as dowry.
Hun Woe fatuously ventured to hope that it would be
large in proportion to the elevation in station which
awaited the young lady. I replied that Mr. Hemster
considered himself equal in rank, and greatly superior
in wealth and power, to the Emperor of Corea; that
he was now practically held prisoner in the Palace;
therefore, if negotiations were to continue, he must be
set free, and allowed to return to his own battleship,
in which I should be happy to carry on the discussion
in a manner which I hoped would prove satisfactory
to all parties concerned.</p>
<p>The Prime Minister replied that what I proposed
was impossible. The Emperor was completely infatuated
with Miss Hemster, and only as a great concession,—due,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_158">158</SPAN></span>
Hun Woe said, to his own pleadings, which
he hoped would be remembered when settlements were
made,—did his Majesty consent to a marriage. The
Prime Minister continued with many professions of
friendship for myself, urging me therefore, as he pretended
to have urged the Emperor, to put myself in a
reasonable frame of mind. He had never known the
Emperor so determined in any course of action before,
and lack of compliance on the part of our company
would do no good, and might lead to irretrievable disaster.
The Emperor had resolved, if his offer were refused,
to seize the young lady, and to behead her father,
myself, and the whole party who accompanied her. He
therefore trusted humbly that I would not thwart his
efforts toward an amicable understanding.</p>
<p>I said he must surely have mistaken his instructions;
the barbarous programme he had proposed would shock
the civilized world. He answered, with a shrug of his
shoulders, that the civilized world would never hear
of it. I averred he was mistaken in this, telling him
I had already communicated with my Consul, and his
reply to this was to pull from his sleeve the hasty note
I had written and bribed the man at the gate to deliver.
This man, he said, had at once brought the communication
to him, and he hoped I would acknowledge the
fruitlessness of further opposition.</p>
<p>I quickly saw that we were in a predicament, and
that it would need all my diplomacy to find a means of
egress. However, I determined first to impress upon
Hun Woe the dangers of the plan he had outlined.
If the Emperor did what he proposed to do, that would<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_159">159</SPAN></span>
bring upon Corea the irretrievable disaster of invasion
by both the United States and England. It was not
possible to keep assassinations secret. Mr. Hemster’s
great steamship was at this moment awaiting him at
Chemulpo. If no one returned, the captain of that
boat had orders to communicate at once with both the
British and the American authorities. I endeavored
to flatter Hun Woe by telling him that an official of his
great learning and intelligence must realize what the
result would be. The good man sighed, but in the
presence of his <i xml:lang="fr" lang="fr">entourage</i> apparently had not the courage
to admit that Corea would come badly out of the
encounter. In fact, he said that the Emperor could
defend his country against the combined forces of the
world; but whether he believed this or not, I should
hesitate to say.</p>
<p>I now changed my tactics, and told the Prime Minister
that I was merely Ambassador for Mr. Hemster,
and that I would inform him of the offer the Emperor
had made. It was more than likely, I asserted, that
the proposal would be extremely gratifying to him; so
we would postpone further consideration until he had
time to think over the matter. I further suggested
that we should have another interview with the Emperor
at the same hour next day, and with this the
Prime Minister joyously concurred. To assist the negotiations
he told me that the Emperor had referred
to my objection of an existing Empress, but means
would be found to divorce that august lady, and this he
wished me to place before Mr. Hemster and his daughter.
He seemed to imagine that thus had been removed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_160">160</SPAN></span>
the last obstacle to the proposed union, and I
said I would put all this in the most favourable light
before Mr. Hemster. The conference which had begun
so tempestuously therefore ended in a calm that
was extremely gratifying to the Prime Minister, who
quite evidently hoped that everybody would be reasonable,
that the flow of gold should not cease, and that
the contest might end happily. So, with many gestures
and expressions of deep regard for myself and
my companions, the distinguished party withdrew.</p>
<p>I was anxious to see Mr. Hemster alone, so that I
might communicate to him the result of my interview
with the Prime Minister, but this intention was frustrated.
Gertrude Hemster had nothing whatever to
occupy her mind, and the adage informs us that mischief
is provided for all such persons. She was already
aware that this gorgeous deputation had waited
upon me, and it required all her father’s persuasion to
keep her from breaking in upon us and learning what
was going on. The curiosity of woman has before
now wrecked many promising undertakings, and this
threatened to be the fate of Mr. Hemster’s plan. The
young lady was frank enough to say that she believed
me to be playing a double game; not interpreting correctly
the message of the Emperor or the sayings of the
Prime Minister. She refused to incur the risk of a
forced exit from the Palace, and was sure that if the
Emperor was rightly spoken to we would all be allowed
to march to the port with a royal escort and
the honours of war. She insisted that if I were not a
coward I would myself brave the dangers of the exit,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_161">161</SPAN></span>
go to the American Consulate, and there get an interpreter
who would be official, and also bring the Consul
himself. She was not going to be frightened out of
Seoul by a mud-colored heathen like the Emperor, and
if only we had treated him as she had done, there
would have been no trouble.</p>
<p>I must admit that I agreed with the girl so far as
calling in the aid of the American Consul was concerned,
and I told her I was quite willing to force the
gate and make a run for it to the little spot of the
United States which existed in Seoul. But her father
could be a determined man when he liked, and this time
he put down his foot, declaring firmly that he would
not have the news of this fiasco get abroad if he could
help it. Curiously enough, Mr. Hemster seemed to
have more fear of the yellow press of America
than of the yellow man of Corea. His daughter, however,
feared neither, and seemed in fact to relish the
publicity which this episode might give to her.
Whether it was bravery or recklessness on her part, I
could not get her to see that we were in any serious
danger; but this did not matter, for on appeal to her
father to postpone the proposed exodus he proved
adamant, and for once the young lady was forced to
acquiesce.</p>
<p>I took the pair of extra pistols, and, with ample ammunition,
sought out the two Japanese members of our
party. I found that both of them had served in the
Japanese army and were quite capable of handling
firearms with effect. I then told them to say nothing
to their Corean comrades, but, as soon as the gates were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_162">162</SPAN></span>
open in the morning, to bring ponies for the whole party
to our door. The manner in which they carried out
this order showed their alertness to the exigencies of
the situation.</p>
<p>When we all emerged in the morning,—we four
white people, our Chinese cook and Japanese serving-boy,—ten
ponies were at our door, two of them being
loaded down with heavy strings of cash which we had
not found occasion to use, because our dealings had
been entirely with higher classes and so we had had to
employ silver and gold. But only one Japanese man
was there. When I asked him where the other fellow
was, he replied he was holding a revolver over the
huddled heap of Coreans so that they would not give
the alarm. As soon as we were mounted, he said he
would call his comrade, who would instantly respond.</p>
<p>This proved a very wise precaution, and gave us
some valuable minutes before the Palace was roused.
We had arrived at the gates ere the sleepy guards realized
what was upon them, and the first warning the
Palace received of our attempt was the wild firing of
the useless muskets which the guards possessed. We
had determined not to shoot, hoping that the guards
would give way when they found we were resolved to
emerge; but their reckless firing, which luckily did no
harm to any of our party, made any further attempt
at silence unnecessary, and lucky it was for us that we
were free to fire, because Mr. Hemster whipped out
his revolver at once and shattered the hand of a man
who attempted to close the gates. This wounded creature
set up such a howl that the guards immediately<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_163">163</SPAN></span>
threw down their arms and fled, leaving the way clear
before us.</p>
<p>Now we were in the main street of Seoul, and if it
had not been for Mr. Hemster’s prohibition I would
strongly have advised making directly for the Consulate
of either one nation or the other. However,
his orders were to press on to the western gate before
the alarm should extend through the city. This we
did. Now that we were clear of the royal gates, the
guards seemed to have resumed their firearms and were
evidently determined to make the Emperor believe that
they had been extremely valorous, for a regular fusillade
greeted our departure down the main street of
Seoul. Whatever commotion the firing may have
aroused in the Palace, it certainly had an extraordinary
effect upon the city itself, for it caused the population
to pour in thousands from the narrow lanes with which
this human warren is intersected. There seemed a
danger that we might be stopped by the mere pressure
of the crowd, so I gave the word to whip up our steeds,
and we dashed along, regardless of whom we knocked
over.</p>
<p>Just as we reached the gate on the Chemulpo road
the great bell began to ring, the bell which every night
at sunset orders the closing of the gates. The big
doors were being slowly closed as we approached, and
here my two Japanese again gave striking proof of
their value. They dashed forward, and, in spite of the
ringing of the bell, ordered the guards to fling wide the
portal, but upon the guards showing some hesitation,
the foremost Japanese at once shot one of them in his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_164">164</SPAN></span>
tracks, whereupon the rest fled. We squeezed through,
and the Japanese proposed we should close the gates
completely, so that the crowd might be kept in, but
this proved impossible, because they could be fastened
only on the inside, and we had no means of assuring
ourselves that the gates would remain shut. There
was therefore nothing for it but a race for Chemulpo,
twenty-six miles away. Before we had gone a dozen
yards the pressure of the crowd opened the gates wide,
and the howling mob poured through like a resistless
torrent.</p>
<p>I now re-arranged my party, asking Mr. Hemster to
take the lead, while the two Japanese and myself fought
a retreating battle with the multitude that followed us.
The Corean man is a stalwart individual with sturdy
legs that are almost untiring in a race. While cowards
individually, they become dangerous in the mass, and
I continually urged our people to gallop as hard as they
could, with the double purpose of exhausting all but
the most strenuous in our pursuit, and of preventing
the outskirts of the mob on either hand from outflanking
us. For the first three miles or so our revolver-shots
kept them at a respectful distance, but
after five or six miles had been accomplished, and the
crowd showed no signs of fatigue, while our ammunition
began to run low, I realized that I must do something
to save the rest from capture.</p>
<p>Leaving the two Japanese as an efficient rearguard,
I galloped forward to Mr. Hemster, and gave him details
of my plan, which I had some difficulty in getting
him to accept. In fact he did accept it only on my<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165">165</SPAN></span>
assurance that there was no real danger to myself.
Bidding a hasty farewell to the ladies, I dropped again
to the rear. Each of the Japanese had tethered to his
horse’s bridle a rope attached to a pony carrying our
strings of cash. I untied these ponies, and attached
them to my own mount, ordering the Japanese to take
the van once more; and, as they were residents of
Chemulpo, and therefore knew the road perfectly, I
told them to lead the party as quickly as they could into
safety, promising them a large additional reward for
doing so.</p>
<p>The rest now galloped on, leaving me standing in the
middle of the road, with three horses under my charge.
The bellowing mob seemed nonplussed by this movement,
and, apparently fearing a trap of some kind,
came to a halt. There was not bravery enough among
them even to attack one man at close quarters, although
they might have overwhelmed him by simply moving
in bulk upon him. Each of the two led-horses carried
something like twenty thousand sek, strung in
ropes of five hundred each, so knotted that the cash
is divided into sections of a hundred each. I took my
pocket-knife and cut off the first knot, and, grasping
the two ends of the string, flung it lasso-wise around
my head, and then let go the cut end, causing the hundred
cash to shoot into the air like the bursting of a
sky-rocket. These people, after all, were merely like
children with two dominant qualities, a love of cruelty,
and an unlimited avarice,—possibly avarice has the
greatest hold upon their affections, and this belief was
the basis of my adventure.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166">166</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Now ensued the strangest battle that ever was fought
by mankind, a struggle which Mr. Hemster himself
should have appreciated because he had engaged in it
time and again in his own country, a battle in which
one man with money stood against the bulk of the
people. When the shower of a hundred cash was flung
above the heads of the mob there ensued one of the
wildest struggles it has ever been my fate to witness.
I cut the second knot, and flung the second lot of cash
far to the left, to check the advance of the crowd that
way, which it very effectually did. Then the third
knot was severed, and the third lot of coins went spinning
through the air to the right. Even before the
first string was gone, my party had long since disappeared
toward the west. Of course this congregation
of heathens could have availed themselves at once of
my whole available stock by merely pressing forward,
but this thought either never occurred to them, or they
were too cowardly to put it into practice. As soon as
the flung cash was secured and the scattered stock
picked up, two and two fighting for the possession of
one miserable coin, a shout arose from them which was
the cry of Oliver Twist for “more.” And so I played
David against that Goliath of a crowd until I began
to fear that my arm which whirled the sling would become
helpless through exhaustion.</p>
<p>My idea had been, of course, to put the whip to my
horse and make for the port after my party, but very
soon this project proved to be impossible. I was standing
on a slight elevation in the road, and, in spite of my
throwing the coins right and left, the two wings of this<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167">167</SPAN></span>
tatterdemalion army gradually enfolded me, and before
my fortune was more than half scattered I found myself
completely outflanked and surrounded. But no
one made a dash; there was left a respectable circular
clear space about me, the circumference of which was
never nearer than twenty or thirty feet from where I
stood. Moreover I was thankful to see that even those
to the west, who had a free way toward Chemulpo, did
not attempt to break toward the coast. They were all too
eager to get a share of the spoil to mind what became
of the rest of the party, and by the time we had been
an hour or more at this flinging of largesse every individual
of them knew that pursuit was hopeless, and by
the same token I knew also that the least danger threatening
me was being carried back to Seoul. The crowd
had become riotously good natured, but I knew their
changeableness too well to consider myself safe on that
account. They were as like as not to take me back to
Seoul in a hundred pieces. I began to think seriously
of the future when I came to the last string of cash
on the pony beside me. There was still twenty thousand
on the other nag; but, when that was gone, this mob,
which had no sense of gratitude, were as like to cut my
throat as not. So when I came to the last hundred
sek on the first pony, scattered like grape-shot through
the air, I took advantage of the struggle that ensued to
remount my own nag. There was at once a howl of
rage at this, especially from those to the west of me,
who expected me to attempt escape in that direction.
They stiffened up, and shook fists and sticks at this
supposed intention on my part to cheat them of their<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168">168</SPAN></span>
just dues. Never since the Corean kingdom was
founded had there been such a distribution of wealth
as was now taking place. Heretofore the office-holders
had accumulated everything in sight, and naturally the
populace was indignant that this enchanting scattering
of money should cease while there was still a horseload
of it within reach. I raised my right hand for
silence, and then raised my voice and addressed them:</p>
<p>“Gentlemen,” said I, “the next hurling of coin takes
place at the gates of Seoul. If you are good enough
to march quietly with me, I shall relieve the tedium of
the way by an occasional contribution. So, my braves,
let us get back to the capital.”</p>
<p>Capital was what they were after, and so with a
howl, which was their nearest approach to a cheer, we
set off for Seoul. Tired as my arm was, I occasionally
distributed five hundred cash before and behind me,
also to the right and left, keeping steadily on, however,
until the city was in sight. Then to my dismay, I saw
that the great gate was closed. The mob ahead of me
had noticed the barred gate before I did, and set up a
wail like a lot of lost children. Instantly the cash distribution
was forgotten, and panic seized them. They
were locked out, and no one knew what might be happening
inside. The tolling of the big bell still boomed
through the air, but only occasionally, bearing some
resemblance to a funeral knell. Because the gate was
shut these people had not reasoning powers enough to
surmise that the other gates were shut also, and in a
magic way the huge mob began to dissolve and disappear,
scampering over rocks and stones to find out<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169">169</SPAN></span>
whether the whole city was hermetically sealed or not.
There was a group of people on the wall above the
gate, and someone had shouted that the northern port
was open. This statement was undoubtedly false, but
the official who cried it evidently thought it was safer
to dismiss the mob as he could. In a few minutes I
found myself practically alone, and then was amazed
beyond measure to hear a voice from above the gate
call down to me:</p>
<p>“For Heaven’s sake, Tremorne, is that you?”</p>
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