Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
He learnt later from Ah-Sam what the matter of the conversation had
been. The landlord, on hearing of the travellers’ destination, had
expressly warned them against approaching too near the fortress of the
Manchu brigand. His guests added their warning to his. They were for
the most part peasants of the neighbourhood, and the manner in which
they spoke of Chang-Wo showed how terribly they were afraid of him.
They did not even name him directly, but referred to him in
circumlocutions, calling him variously the Mountain Tiger, the Wild Man
of the Hills, and the One-eared Devil. For ten miles around his haunt
not a building was left standing. No stranger who penetrated within the
zone came out alive. If an intruder was caught he was killed on the
spot, and his corpse was chained to a post as a warning to others. The
method of execution was the slow torturing penalty common in China; the
victim was crucified.
There was special danger at the present time, for the Mountain Tiger had
returned to his lair a few days ago, laden with booty obtained from the
slain in a great battle that had been fought down the river. The
Russians, the hated barbarians from the west, had been victorious,
largely by the Wild Man’s help; and as the landlord repeated this story,
industriously circulated by the brigand’s men, a deep groan was uttered
by several of the company. Had he brought back any Japanese prisoners?
asked Ah-Sam. There was none to bring, was the reply; all the Japanese
had been killed save those who fled. But one of the guests mentioned
that nearly a month ago a prisoner had been brought to the fortress—a
small man dressed in Chinese garb, but really a Japanese, an old enemy
of Chang-Wo’s, and, it was whispered, a man of consequence. Woe to the
enemy who fell into the One-eared Devil’s hands!
Ah-Sam at once asked whether the prisoner was still alive, or had he
suffered the penalty. Only a few days ago, was the reply, a man had
come into the village from the stronghold, released from his duties by
the return of his chief. For a fortnight he had been on constant guard,
scarcely daring to sleep, for nameless tortures would have been his fate
if he had allowed the prisoner to escape, or even if he had been found
absent from his post. He had signalized his release from duty by
getting drunk, and drunk he had remained ever since.
Ah-Sam affected the greatest alarm at hearing all this. With
well-feigned nervousness he asked how the region of danger could be
avoided. Where did it begin? Was it guarded?
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