man　is　a　commonplace。　　The　king；　Raa　Kook；　is　at　least　six　inches
  above　six　feet；　and　though　he　would　weigh　fully　three　hundred
  pounds；　is　so　equitably　proportioned　that　one　could　not　call　him
  fat。　　Many　of　his　chiefs　are　as　large；　while　the　women　are　not　much
  smaller　than　the　men。
  There　are　numerous　islands　in　the　group；　over　all　of　which　Raa　Kook
  is　king；　although　the　cluster　of　islands　to　the　south　is　restive　and
  occasionally　in　revolt。　　These　natives　with　whom　I　live　are
  Polynesian；　I　know；　because　their　hair　is　straight　and　black。　　Their
  skin　is　a　sun…warm　golden…brown。　　Their　speech；　which　I　speak
  uncommonly　easy；　is　round　and　rich　and　musical；　possessing　a　paucity
  of　consonants；　being　composed　principally　of　vowels。　　They　love
  flowers；　music；　dancing；　and　games；　and　are　childishly　simple　and
  happy　in　their　amusements；　though　cruelly　savage　in　their　angers　and
  wars。
  I；　Adam　Strang；　know　my　past；　but　do　not　seem　to　think　much　about
  it。　　I　live　in　the　present。　　I　brood　neither　over　past　nor　future。
  I　am　careless；　improvident；　uncautious；　happy　out　of　sheer　well…
  being　and　overplus　of　physical　energy。　　Fish；　fruits；　vegetables；
  and　seaweeda　full　stomachand　I　am　content。　　I　am　high　in　place
  with　Raa　Kook；　than　whom　none　is　higher；　not　even　Abba　Taak；　who　is
  highest　over　the　priest。　　No　man　dare　lift　hand　or　weapon　to　me。　　I
  am　taboosacred　as　the　sacred　canoe…house　under　the　floor　of　which
  repose　the　bones　of　heaven　alone　knows　how　many　previous　kings　of
  Raa　Kook's　line。
  I　know　all　about　how　I　happened　to　be　wrecked　and　be　there　alone　of
  all　my　ship's　companyit　was　a　great　drowning　and　a　great　wind；　but
  I　do　not　moon　over　the　catastrophe。　　When　I　think　back　at　all；
  rather　do　I　think　far　back　to　my　childhood　at　the　skirts　of　my　milk…
  skinned；　flaxen…haired；　buxom　English　mother。　　It　is　a　tiny　village
  of　a　dozen　straw…thatched　cottages　in　which　I　lived。　　I　hear　again
  blackbirds　and　thrushes　in　the　hedges；　and　see　again　bluebells
  spilling　out　from　the　oak　woods　and　over　the　velvet　turf　like　a
  creaming　of　blue　water。　　And　most　of　all　I　remember　a　great；　hairy…
  fetlocked　stallion；　often　led　dancing；　sidling；　and　nickering　down
  the　narrow　street。　　I　was　frightened　of　the　huge　beast　and　always
  fled　screaming　to　my　mother；　clutching　her　skirts　and　hiding　in　them
  wherever　I　might　find　her。
  But　enough。　　The　childhood　of　Adam　Strang　is　not　what　I　set　out　to
  write。
  I　lived　for　several　years　on　the　islands　which　are　nameless　to　me；
  and　upon　which　I　am　confident　I　was　the　first　white　man。　　I　was
  married　to　Lei…Lei；　the　king's　sister；　who　was　a　fraction　over　six
  feet　and　only　by　that　fraction　topped　me。　　I　was　a　splendid　figure
  of　a　man；　broad…shouldered；　deep…chested；　well…set…up。　　Women　of　any
  race；　as　you　shall　see；　looked　on　me　with　a　favouring　eye。　　Under　my
  arms；　sun…shielded；　my　skin　was　milk…white　as　my　mother's。　　My　eyes
  were　blue。　　My　moustache；　beard　and　hair　were　that　golden…yellow
  such　as　one　sometimes　sees　in　paintings　of　the　northern　sea…kings。
  AyI　must　have　come　of　that　old　stock；　long…settled　in　England；
  and；　though　born　in　a　countryside　cottage；　the　sea　still　ran　so　salt
  in　my　blood　that　I　early　found　my　way　to　ships　to　become　a　sea…cuny。
  That　is　what　I　wasneither　officer　nor　gentleman；　but　sea…cuny；
  hard…worked；　hard…bitten；　hard…enduring。
  I　was　of　value　to　Raa　Kook；　hence　his　royal　protection。　　I　could
  work　in　iron；　and　our　wrecked　ship　had　brought　the　first　iron　to　Raa
  Kook's　land。　　On　occasion；　ten　leagues　to　the　north…west；　we　went　in
  canoes　to　get　iron　from　the　wreck。　　The　hull　had　slipped　off　the
  reef　and　lay　in　fifteen　fathoms。　　And　in　fifteen　fathoms　we　brought
  up　the　iron。　　Wonderful　divers　and　workers　under　water　were　these
  natives。　　I　learned　to　do　my　fifteen　fathoms；　but　never　could　I
  equal　them　in　their　fishy　exploits。　　On　the　land；　by　virtue　of　my
  English　training　and　my　strength；　I　could　throw　any　of　them。　　Also；
  I　taught　them　quarter…staff；　until　the　game　became　a　very　contagion
  and　broken　heads　anything　but　novelties。
  Brought　up　from　the　wreck　was　a　journal；　so　torn　and　mushed　and
  pulped　by　the　sea…water；　with　ink　so　run　about；　that　scarcely　any　of
  it　was　decipherable。　　However；　in　the　hope　that　some　antiquarian
  scholar　may　be　able　to　place　more　definitely　the　date　of　the　events
  I　shall　describe；　I　here　give　an　extract。　　The　peculiar　spelling　may
  give　the　clue。　　Note　that　while　the　letter　S　is　used；　it　more
  commonly　is　replaced　by　the　letter　F。
  The　wind　being　favourable；　gave　us　an　opportunity　of　examining　and
  drying　some　of　our　provifion；　particularly；　fome　Chinefe　hams　and
  dry　filh；　which　conftituted　part　of　our　victualling。　　Divine　service
  alfo　was　performed　on　deck。　　In　the　afternoon　the　wind　was
  foutherly；　with　frefh　gales；　but　dry；　fo　that　we　were　able　the
  following　morning　to　clean　between　decks；　and　alfo　to　fumigate　the
  fhip　with　gunpowder。
  But　I　must　hasten；　for　my　narrative　is　not　of　Adam　Strang　the
  shipwrecked　sea…cuny　on　a　coral　isle；　but　of　Adam　Strang；　later
  named　Yi　Yong…ik；　the　Mighty　One；　who　was　one　time　favourite　of　the
  powerful　Yunsan；　who　was　lover　and　husband　of　the　Lady　Om　of　the
  princely　house　of　Min；　and　who　was　long　time　beggar　and　pariah　in
  all　the　villages　of　all　the　coasts　and　roads　of　Cho…Sen。　　（Ah；　ha；　I
  have　you　thereCho…Sen。　　It　means　the　land　of　the　morning　calm。　　In
  modern　speech　it　is　called　Korea。）
  Remember；　it　was　between　three　and　four　centuries　back　that　I　lived；
  the　first　white　man；　on　the　coral　isles　of　Raa　Kook。　　In　those
  waters；　at　that　time；　the　keels　of　ships　were　rare。　　I　might　well
  have　lived　out　my　days　there；　in　peace　and　fatness；　under　the　sun
  where　frost　was　not；　had　it　not　been　for　the　Sparwehr。　　The　Sparwehr
  was　a　Dutch　merchantman　daring　the　uncharted　seas　for　Indies　beyond
  the　Indies。　　And　she　found　me　instead；　and　I　was　all　she　found。
  Have　I　not　said　that　I　was　a　gay…hearted；　golden；　bearded　giant　of
  an　irresponsible　boy　that　had　never　grown　up？　　With　scarce　a　pang；
  when　the　Sparwehrs'　water…casks　were　filled；　I　left　Raa　Kook　and　his
  pleasant　land；　left　Lei…Lei　and　all　her　flower…garlanded　sisters；
  and　with　laughter　on　my　lips　and　familiar　ship…smells　sweet　in　my
  nostrils；　sailed　away；　sea…cuny　once　more；　under　Captain　Johannes
  Maartens。
  A　marvellous　wandering；　that　which　followed　on　the　old　Sparwehr。　　We
  were　in　quest　of　new　lands　of　silk　and　spices。　　In　truth；　we　found
  fevers；　violent　deaths；　pestilential　paradises　where　death　and
  beauty　kept　charnel…house　together。　　That　old　Johannes　Maartens；
  with　no　hint　of　romance　in　that　stolid　face　and　grizzly　square　head
  of　his；　sought　the　islands　of　Solomon；　the　mines　of　Golcondaay；　he
  sought　old　lost　Atlantis　which　he　hoped　to　find　still　afloat
  unscuppered。　　And　he　found　head…hunting；　tree…dwelling　anthropophagi
  instead。
  We　landed　on　strange　islands；　sea…pounded　on　their　shores　and
  smoking　at　their　summits；　where　kinky…haired　little　animal…men　made
  monkey…wailings　in　the　jungle；　planted　their　forest　run…ways　with
  thorns　and　stake…pits；　and　blew　poisoned　splinters　into　us　from　out
  the　twilight　jungle　bush。　　And　whatsoever　man　of　us　was　wasp…stung
  by　such　a　splinter　died　horribly　and　howling。　　And　we　encountered
  other　men；　fiercer；　bigger；　who　faced　us　on　the　beaches　in　open
  fight；　showering　us　with　spears　and　arrows；　while　the　great　tree
  drums　and　the　little　tom…toms　rumbled　and　rattled　war　across　the
  tree…filled　hollows；　and　all　the　hills　were　pillared　with　signal…
  smokes。
  Hendrik　Hamel　was　supercargo　and　part　owner　of　the　Sparwehr
  adventure；　and　what　he　did　not　own　was　the　property　of　Captain
  Johannes　Maartens。　　The　latter　spoke　little　English；　Hendrik　Hamel
  but　little　more。　　The　sailors；　with　whom　I　gathered；　spoke　Dutch
  only。　　But　trust　a　sea…cuny　to　learn　Dutchay；　and　Korean；　as　you
  shall　see。
  Toward　the　end　we　came　to　the　charted　country　of　Japan。　　But　the
  people　would　have　no　dealings　with　us；　and　two　sworded　officials；　in
  sweeping　robes　of　silk　that　made　Captain　Johannes　Maartens'　mouth
  water；　came　aboard　of　us　and　politely　requested　us　to　begone。　　Under
  their　suave　manners　was　the　iron　of　a　warlike　race；　and　we　knew；　and
  went　our　way。
  We　crossed　the　Straits　of　Japan　and　were　entering　the　Yellow　Sea　on
  our　way　to　China；　when　we　laid　the　Sparwehr　on　the　rocks。　　She　was　a
  crazy　tub　the　old　Sparwehr；　so　clumsy　and　so　dirty　with　whiskered
  marine…life　on　her　bottom　that　she　could　not　get　out　of　her　own　way。
  Close…hauled；　the　closest　she　could　come　was　to　six　points　of　the
  wind；　and　then　she　bobbed　up　and　down；　without　way；　like　a　derelict
  turnip。　　Galliots　were　clippers　compared　with　her。　　To　tack　her
  about　was　undreamed　of；　to　wear　her　required　all　hands　and　half　a
  watch。　　So　situated；　we　were　caught　on　a　lee　shore　in　an　eight…point
  shift　of　wind　at　the　height　of　a　hurricane　that　had　beaten　our　souls
  sick　for　forty…eight