rning, he was awakened by the ringing of bells and gongs that called
the monks to the worship of Buddha.

In the morning Yung Pak awoke greatly refreshed, and, after a bountiful
breakfast, he started out with Wang Ken, guided by a monk, to see the
wonders of Chang-an-sa monastery.

One of the first things he noticed was the large number of boys about
the place. He learned from the guide that these lads were all orphans
who were being cared for by the priests, and who, later in life, would
themselves become priests of Buddha. They were all bright and active,
and were kept busily employed as waiters and errand-runners when they
were not at work on their studies. Like most boys, however, they managed
to get a generous share of time for play.

It would be impossible to tell in detail about all the strange things
Yung Pak saw at this monastery. The chief temple was an enormous
structure of stone and tile and carved wood, all decorated in gorgeous
combinations of red, green, gold, and white.

Within this temple was one room called the "chamber of imagery." Inside
its darkened walls a single monk chanted his monotonous prayer before
an altar. During the chant he also occupied himself by striking a small
bell with a deer-horn. Bells played a great part in the worship at
Chang-an-sa, and all the prayers were emphasized by the clanging of
bells great or small.

Along the shadowy walls of this room could be seen the weapons, as well
as the eyes and teeth, the legs and arms, of gods and demons otherwise
invisible. These had a ghostly effect on Yung Pak, and made him cling
closely to the side of his tutor.

Above the altar before which the priest knelt was an immense carving in
imitation of an uprooted tree. Among the roots thus exposed were placed
fifty-three idols in all kinds of positions. Beneath the carving were
represented three fierce-looking dragons, on whose faces were signs of
the most awful torment and suffering.

"About this altar-piece," said Yung Pak's guide, "there is a legend you
might like to hear."

"Oh, yes," was the reply, "tell us the story."

"Many years ago," began the guide, "fifty-three Buddhist priests came
from India to Korea for the purpose of converting the people to their
belief. When they reached this place they were very tired, and sat down
by a spring beneath the wide-spreading branches of a tree. They had not
been there long when three dragons appeared and attacked the priests.
During the