ABSTRACT
There lived in a village called Mugjuk a man named Huh-Saeng. Right at the foot of Namsan Hill, past a well was an old gingko tree; a bush-clover gate stood wide open facing the tree and beyond was a small thatch-roofed cottage which but ill kept out the wind and the rain. But Huh-Seng only immersed himself in his studies and he and his wife barely managed to keep alive on what little his wife earned by doing some sewing. One day his wife, unable to bear the hunger any longer, said to him,
