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THE GREAT STONE FIRE EATER This Fire
Monster spent most of his time in a huge volcano some distance away,
but in
sight of the capital. The city people used to watch the smoke coming
out of the
crater by day and issuing in red fire, between sunset and sunrise,
until all
the heavens seemed in flames. Then, they said, the Fire Spirit was
lighting up
his palace. On cloudy nights the inside of the volcano glowed like a
furnace. The
molten mass inside the crater was reflected on the clouds, so that one
could
almost see into the monster's belly. But
nothing tasted so good to the Fire Eater as things which men built,
such as
houses, stables, fences, and general property. An especial titbit, that
he
longed to swallow, was the royal palace. Looking
out of its crater one day, he saw the king's palace all silver bright
and brand
new, rising in the city of Seoul. Thereupon he chuckled, and said to
himself,
for he was very happy: "There's
a feast for me! I'll just walk out of my mountain home and eat up that
dainty
morsel. I wonder how the king will like it." But the
Fire Spirit was in no hurry. He felt sure of his meal. So he waited
until his
friend, the South Wind, was prepared to join him. "Let
me know when you're ready," said the Fire Spirit to the South Wind,
"and we'll have a splendid blaze. We'll go up at night and enjoy a
lively
dance before they can get a drop of water on us. Don't let the
rain-clouds know
anything about our picnic." The South
Wind promised easily, for she was always glad to have a frolic. So when
the sun went down and it was dark, the Fire Spirit climbed out of his
rocky
home in the volcano and strode toward Seoul. The South Wind pranced and
capered
with him until the streets of the capital were so gusty that no one
with a
wide-brimmed hat dared go outdoors, lest, in a lively puff, he might
lose his
head-gear. As for the men in mourning, who wear straw hats a yardstick
wide and
as big and deep as wash-tubs, they locked themselves up at home and
played
checkers. By the time all the palace guards were asleep the Fire Spirit
was
ready. He said to the South Wind: "Blow,
blow your biggest blast, as I begin to touch the roofs of the smaller
houses.
This will whet my appetite for the palace, and then together we'll eat
them all
up." Not till
they heard a mighty roar and crackling did the people in Seoul push
back their
paper windows to find out what was the matter. Oh, what a blaze! It seemed to mount to
heaven with red tongues that licked
the stars. Those who could see in the direction of the palace supposed
the sun
had risen, but soon the crash of falling roofs and mighty columns of
smoke and
flame, with clouds of sparks, told the terrible story. By the time the
sun did
rise, there was nothing but a level waste of ashes, where the large
buildings
had been. Even the smoke had been driven away by the wind. When the
king and his people in the palace enclosure, who had saved their lives
by
running fast, thought over their loss, they began to plan how to stop
the Fire
Monster, when he should take it into his head to saunter forth on
another walk
and gobble up the king's dwelling. A council
of wise men was called to decide upon the question. Many long heads
were bowed
in hard thought over the matter. All the firemen, stone-cutters,
fortune-tellers, dragon tamers, geomancers and people skilled in
preventing
conflagrations were invited to give their advice about the best way to
fight
the hungry Fire Demon. After
weeks spent in pondering the problem they all agreed that a dragon from
China
should be brought over to Korea. If kept in a swamp and fed well, he
would
surely prevent the Fire Imp from rambling too near Seoul. Besides, the
dragon
knew how to amuse and persuade the South Wind not to join in the
mischief. So, at
tremendous cost and trouble, one of China's biggest dragons, capable of
making
rain and of spouting tons of water on its enemies, was shipped over and
kept in
a swamp. It was honored with a royal decoration, allowed to wear a
string of
amber beads over its ear, given a horsehair hat, a nobleman's girdle
and fed
all the turnips it desired to eat. In every way it was treated as the
king's
favorite. But it was
all in vain. Money and favor were alike wasted. The petted dragon made
it rain
too often, so that the land was soaked. Then when told not to do this,
it grew
sulky and neglected its duty. Finally it became fat and lazy and one
night fell
asleep when it ought to have been on guard, for the winds were out on a
dance. Seeing his
jailer thus caught napping, the Fire Imp leaped out of its volcano
prison, rode
quickly on the South Wind to Seoul and in a few hours had again
swallowed the
royal palace which quickly disappeared in flames. There was nothing
seen next day
except ashes, which the Fire Monster cared no more for than we for
nutshells
when the kernels are eaten up. With big
tears in their eyes, the king and his wise men met together again to
decide on
a new scheme to keep off the Fire Imp. They were ready to drown him, or
to see
him get eaten up, because he had twice swallowed up the palace. They
sent the
Chinese dragon home and this time, besides the fortune-tellers and the
stone-cutters, the well-diggers were invited also. For many days the
wise men
studied maps, talked of geography, looked at mountains, valleys, and
the
volcano, and studied air currents. Finally one man, famous for his deep
learning about wood and water, forests and rivers, spoke thus: "It
is evident that the fire has always come from the southwest and up this
valley," pointing to a map. "True,
true," shouted all the wise men. "Well,
right in his path let us dig a big pond, a regular artificial lake and
very
deep, into which the Fire Monster will tumble. This will put him out
and he can
get no further." "Agreed,
agreed," shouted the wise men in chorus. "Why did we not think of
this before?" All the
skilful diggers of wells and ditches were summoned to the capital. With
shovel
and spade they worked for weeks. Then they let in water from the river
until
the pond was full. So everybody in Seoul went to bed thinking that the
king's
palace was now safe surely. But the
Fire Imp, seeing the dragon gone and his opportunity come, climbed out
of his
volcano and moved out for another meal. This time, the South Wind was
busy
elsewhere and could not go with him. So he went alone, but coming to
the pond,
tumbled and wet himself so badly that he was chilled and nearly put out
when he
got to the palace, which was only half burned. So he went home growling
and
hungry. Again the
wise men were called and the first thing they did was to thank the boss
well-digger, who had made the pond. The king summoned him into his
presence to
confer rank upon him and his children. He was presented with four rolls
of silk,
forty pounds of white ginseng, a tiger-skin robe, sixty dried chestnuts
and
forty-four strings of copper cash. Loaded with such Korean wealth and
honors,
the man fell on his hands and knees and thanked His Majesty profusely. Then they
called the master stone-cutter or chief of the guild and asked him if
he could
chisel out the figure of a beast that could eat flames and be ugly
enough to
scare away the Fire Imp. The master
had long hoped that he would be invited to rear this bit of sculpture,
but
hitherto the king and Court had feared it might cost too much. So the
order was given, and out of the heart of the mountains, a mighty block
of white
granite was loosed and brought to Seoul on rollers, pushed, pulled, and
hoisted
by thousands of laborers. Then, hidden behind canvas, to keep the
matter
secret, lest the Fire Imp should find it out, the workmen toiled.
Hammers and
chisels clinked, until on a certain day the Great Stone Flame Eater was
ready
to take his permanent seat in front of the palace gate, as guardian of
the
royal buildings and treasures. The Fire
Imp laughed when the South Wind told him of what the Koreans in the
capital
were doing, even though she warned him of the danger of his being eaten
up. "I
shall walk out and see for myself anyhow," said the Fire Imp. One night
he crept out quietly and moved toward the city. He was nearly drowned
in the
pond, but plucking up courage, he went on until he was near the king's
dwelling. Hearing the Fire Imp coming, the Great Flame Eater turned his
head and
licked his chops in anticipation of swallowing the Fire Imp whole, as a
toad
does a fly. But one
sight of the hideous stony monster was enough for the Fire Imp. There,
before
him, on a high pedestal was something never before seen in heaven or on
earth.
It had enormous fire-proof scales like a salamander, with curly hair
like
asbestos and its mouth was full of big fangs. It was altogether hideous
enough
to give even a Volcano Spirit a chill. "Just
think of those jaws snapping on me," said the Fire Imp to himself, as
he
looked at them and the fangs. "I do believe that creature is half
alligator and half water-tortoise. I had better go home. No dinner this
time!" So by his
freezing glance alone, the Great Flame Eater frightened away the Fire
Imp, so
that he never came again and the royal palace was not once burned.
To-day the
ugly brute still keeps watch. You
have only to
look at him to enjoy this story. |