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<h2 class="label">XXXIV</h2> <h2 class="main">THE KING OF YOM-NA (HELL)</h2></div> <div class="divBody"> <p class="par first">[Pak Chom was one of the Royal Censors, and died in the Japanese War of 1592.]</p> <div class="div2 story"> <div class="divHead"> <h3 class="main"><i>The Story</i></h3></div> <div class="divBody"> <p class="par first">In Yon-nan County, Whang-hai Province, there was a certain literary graduate whose name I have forgotten. He fell ill one day and remained in his room, leaning helplessly against his arm-rest. Suddenly several spirit soldiers appeared to him, saying, “The Governor of the lower hell has ordered your arrest,” so they bound him with a chain about his neck, and led him away. They journeyed for many hundreds of miles, and at last reached a place that had a very high wall. The spirits then took him within the walls and went on for a long distance.</p> <p class="par">There was within this enclosure a great structure whose height reached to heaven. They arrived at the gate, and the spirits who had him in hand led him in, and when they entered the inner courtyard they laid him down on his face.</p> <p class="par">Glancing up he saw what looked like a king seated <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name="xd21e2613" href="#xd21e2613" name= "xd21e2613">178</SPAN>]</span>on a throne; grouped about him on each side were attendant officers. There were also scores of secretaries and soldiers going and coming on pressing errands. The King’s appearance was most terrible, and his commands such as to fill one with awe. The graduate felt the perspiration break out on his back, and he dared not look up. In a little a secretary came forward, stood in front of the raised dais to transmit commands, and the King asked, “Where do you come from? What is your name? How old are you? What do you do for a living? Tell me the truth now, and no dissembling.”</p> <p class="par">The scholar, frightened to death, replied, “My clan name is So-and-so, and my given name is So-and-so. I am so old, and I have lived for several generations at Yon-nan, Whang-hai Province. I am stupid and ill-equipped by nature, so have not done anything special. I have heard all my life that if you say your beads with love and pity in your heart you will escape hell, and so have given my time to calling on the Buddha, and dispensing alms.”</p> <p class="par">The secretary, hearing this, went at once and reported it to the King. After some time he came back with a message, saying, “Come up closer to the steps, for you are not the person intended. It happens that you bear the same name and you have thus been wrongly arrested. You may go now.” <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name= "xd21e2619" href="#xd21e2619" name="xd21e2619">179</SPAN>]</span></p> <p class="par">The scholar joined his hands and made a deep bow. Again the secretary transmitted a message from the King, saying, “My house, when on earth, was in such a place in such and such a ward of Seoul. When you go back I want to send a message by you. My coming here is long, and the outer coat I wear is worn to shreds. Ask my people to send me a new outer coat. If you do so I shall be greatly obliged, so see that you do not forget.”</p> <p class="par">The scholar said, “Your Majesty’s message given me thus direct I shall pass on without fail, but the ways of the two worlds, the dark world and the light, are so different that when I give the message the hearers will say I am talking nonsense. True, I’ll give it just as you have commanded, but what about it if they refuse to listen? I ought to have some evidence as proof to help me out.”</p> <p class="par">The King made answer, “Your words are true, very true. This will help you: When I was on earth,” said he, “one of my head buttons<SPAN class="noteref" id="xd21e2626src" href="#xd21e2626" name="xd21e2626src">1</SPAN> that I wore had a broken edge, and I hid it in the third volume of the Book of History. I alone know of it, no one else in the world. If you give this as a proof they will listen.”</p> <p class="par">The scholar replied, “That will be satisfactory, but again, how shall I do in case they make the new coat?” <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name="xd21e2631" href="#xd21e2631" name= "xd21e2631">180</SPAN>]</span></p> <p class="par">The reply was, “Prepare a sacrifice, offer the coat by fire, and it will reach me.”</p> <p class="par">He then bade good-bye, and the King sent with him two soldier guards. He asked the soldiers, as they came out, who the one seated on the throne was. “He is the King of Hades,” said they; “his surname is Pak and his given name is Oo.”</p> <p class="par">They arrived at the bank of a river, and the two soldiers pushed him into the water. He awoke with a start, and found that he had been dead for three days.</p> <p class="par">When he recovered from his sickness he came up to Seoul, searched out the house indicated, and made careful inquiry as to the name, finding that it was no other than Pak Oo. Pak Oo had two sons, who at that time had graduated and were holding office. The graduate wanted to see the sons of this King of Hades, but the gatekeeper would not let him in. Therefore he stood before the red gate waiting helplessly till the sun went down. Then came out from the inner quarters of the house an old servant, to whom he earnestly made petition that he might see the master. On being thus requested, the servant returned and reported it to the master, who, a little later, ordered him in. On entering, he saw two gentlemen who seemed to be chiefs. They had him sit down, and then questioned him as to who he was and what he had to say. <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name="xd21e2641" href="#xd21e2641" name="xd21e2641">181</SPAN>]</span></p> <p class="par">He replied, “I am a student living in Yon-nan County, Whang-hai Province. On such and such a day I died and went into the other world, where your honorable father gave me such and such a commission.”</p> <p class="par">The two listened for a little and then, without waiting to hear all that he had to say, grew very angry and began to scold him, saying, “How dare such a scarecrow as you come into our house and say such things as these? This is stuff and nonsense that you talk. Pitch him out,” they shouted to the servants.</p> <p class="par">He, however, called back saying, “I have a proof; listen. If it fails, why then, pitch me out.”</p> <p class="par">One of the two said, “What possible proof can you have?” Then the scholar told with great exactness and care the story of the head button.</p> <p class="par">The two, in astonishment over this, had the book taken down and examined, and sure enough in Vol. III of the Book of History was the button referred to. Not a single particular had failed. It proved to be a button that they had missed after the death of their father, and that they had searched for in vain.</p> <p class="par">Accepting the message now as true, they all entered upon a period of mourning.</p> <p class="par">The women of the family also called in the scholar and asked him specially of what he had seen. So they made the outer coat, chose a day, and <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name="xd21e2656" href="#xd21e2656" name="xd21e2656">182</SPAN>]</span>offered it by fire before the ancestral altar. Three days after the sacrifice the scholar dreamed, and the family of Pak dreamed too, that the King of Hades had come and given to each one of them his thanks for the coat. They long kept the scholar at their home, treating him with great respect, and became his firm friends for ever after.</p> <p class="par">Pak Oo was a great-grandson of Minister Pak Chom. While he held office he was honest and just and was highly honoured by the people. When he was Mayor of Hai-ju there arose a dispute between him and the Governor, which proved also that Pak was the honest man.</p> <p class="par">When I was at Hai-ju, Choi Yu-chom, a graduate, told me this story.</p> <p class="par signed"><span class="sc">Im Bang.</span> <span class="pagenum">[<SPAN name="xd21e2667" href="#xd21e2667" name= "xd21e2667">183</SPAN>]</span></p> </div> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"> <hr class="fnsep"> <p class="par footnote"><span class="label"><SPAN class="noteref" id="xd21e2626" href="#xd21e2626src" name="xd21e2626">1</SPAN></span> The head button is the insignia of rank, and is consequently a valuable heirloom in a Korean home.—J. S. G. <SPAN class="fnarrow" href="#xd21e2626src">↑</SPAN></p> </div> </div> <div id="ch35" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pagenum">[<SPAN href="#xd21e529">Contents</SPAN>]</span> <div class="divHead"> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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