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
The incident impressed the company. There was a moment’s silence. The
snores of the prone figure on the k’ang had ceased. Then Ah-Sam asked
again: Could the fort be seen from that village? No, it was too far
away, said the landlord; but it could be seen from a low hill about nine
miles to the south-east, the direction which he advised the travellers
to take. But it was so distant that it looked scarcely larger than a
hut upon the hillside. Ah-Sam said that he must get a glimpse of the
stronghold next day; he had never before heard of such a terrible place,
and he would like to be able to tell his uncle, when he reached Gensan,
that he had seen with his own eyes the dread haunt of the Mountain
Tiger.
The conversation dragged on for some time longer, turning upon the great
struggle then in progress between Russia and Japan. Bob was thoroughly
tired when at length the voices ceased, the evil-smelling lamps were put
out, and the guests sought their several couches. He was burning with
eagerness to learn from Ah-Sam what he had discovered; but it was too
dangerous to attempt to talk to him in the inn, and he had perforce to
wait until the morning.
Early next morning they purchased as large a stock of provisions as they
could carry in their wicker-baskets, and set off towards the hill of
which the landlord had spoken. Bob felt that the eyes of the people in
the inn were upon them as they left. The late-comer of the previous
evening stood at the door watching them with his furtive eyes. Ah-Sam,
in obedience to a cautious whisper of Bob’s, had made particular
enquiries regarding the road to their alleged destination. The nearest
village of any consequence, he had learnt, was about twenty miles
distant, on the far slope of a range of high hills just visible against
the morning sky. Towards this, then, the three took their course, in a
direction that would lead some four miles outside the forbidden district
of the Mountain Tiger. The country was rolling and sparsely wooded,
becoming more and more broken as it approached the hills that stretched
across the horizon from south-west to north-east.
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