CHAPTER XXX.

A LARGE STOCK OF LADIES, TWO TAELS PER SACK.

Previously to his successful march upon Pekin, Li-Kong had besieged the

capital of the great province of Honan, which, after a few days' hard

fighting, he succeeded in taking; when by way of punishing the

inhabitants for their brave resistance, he ordered a slaughter so large

and indiscriminate that for many after years his name was used as a

bugbear to frighten children; so insatiable was his appetite for

decapitation, that, like Nero, he longed that the millions had but one

neck, that he might strike the whole of their heads at a blow.

The mightiest rivers, however, can but run their course, and so at

length, in the event of his making himself Emperor, he might have some

subjects left, he commenced to banish and to pardon, and by way of

rewarding his soldiers, one day when he was in a good humor, he

commanded them to sell the whole of the remaining women prisoners in the

public market-place, and keep the money; but as the soldiers asked such

high prices, and the fathers, husbands, and brothers, of Honan, had been

robbed of their property, after a two days' sale a large stock of

ladies remained on hand, which they were obliged to take with them to

Pekin, where, after the conquest, they hoped to obtain better prices.

Tyrants are, however, capricious; and so, being offended with his

soldiers for not discovering the princess, with hideous humor Li-Kong

ordered the women to be placed in sacks, and sold with other plunder at

two taels each.

Now it so happened that on the morning of the sale, Chow was passing

through the market-place, and seeing a crowd of people examining the

sacks, which were arranged in rows and tied at the necks, with small

breathing holes near the top, he stopped to watch the progress of the

cruel comedy. Anxious fathers, brothers, and husbands, who had followed

the army from Honan, for the purpose of rescuing their female relatives,

bought sack after sack at the reduced price, each, when the purchase was

completed, tearing them open; the greater number, however, giving vent

to fearful cries, when they discovered that their chance in the lottery

proved a blank; others, recognizing a wife, daughter, or sister, would

become almost frantic with joy. Many, before purchasing, would slip

behind a sack, rip it with a knife, to have a peep, and get rewarded

with a sound caning for their artfulness.

Well there were only half a ton, or at least five sacks of ladies left

for disposal, when a great lout of a countryman drew up in his cart,

jumped out, and after looking at his almanac, said, "Truly this is a

fortunate day, and I am likely to get a good wife cheap; so, although

two taels is all I have obtained for my last crop of rice, I will trust

to Fo; for young or old, handsome or ugly, I must have a wife to help me

till my grounds." Just then a shrill scream issued from one of the

sacks. "Who knows," continued the countryman, "but the gods may have

sent that scream to direct my choice, for if the woman is neither young

nor pretty she may be well dressed, and, consequently the wife or

daughter of some wealthy mandarin, who will purchase her of me, and so

make my fortune?"

"Let the noble paddy bird make his choice quickly," said a soldier.

"There are the two taels, most illustrious war tiger," said the

countryman, giving the money and taking his choice.

"We will see thy choice," said one of the soldiers, about to open the

sack.

"Nay, illustrious soldier, it would offend the gods if other eyes but

mine saw my prize." So saying, the man took the sack up in his huge

arms, lifted it into the cart, and drove slowly away, followed by Chow,

who was curious to discover the kind of prize the wise-acre had drawn.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man no sooner reached an

unfrequented part of the suburbs than he stopped by the bank of a canal,

pulled a knife from his pocket, ripped open the sack; but then a change

came o'er his dream, for with his body bent double, his two hands upon

his knees, and his bullet head thrown to the extreme stretching of his

neck, he stared with disgust for at least a minute, then in a paroxysm

of rage, the disappointed ruffian placed his hands upon the woman's

shoulders, screaming, "Thou vile old bamboo stick!"

The trembling woman fell upon her knees and prayed for mercy.

"Has the wretched woman no friend who will purchase her?"

"Truly the friends and relations of thy servant have been slain by the

soldiers; she has no friend in the world."

"Thou hast robbed me of my money, thou antique rat, and shall be

punished," said the brute, who, first striking her to the ground, picked

her up in his arms, and would have thrown her into the canal but for

Chow, who, going to the back of the cart, caught hold of the man's legs

and dragged him on to the ground, when, not comprehending the wherefore

of his wheelbarrow position, the fellow began to roar for mercy, but

turning his face and finding his enemy to be a mere youth, he sprang

upon his legs and attacked him with his clenched fists. For a time they

had a hard fight, after the fashion of the Chinese, who are as much

given to that sport, pastime, or brutality, as the English themselves.

At length, however, with one well-directed blow, Chow settled the

transaction, when, admitting himself to be soundly thrashed, as all

women-beaters should be, the bully fell upon his knees, and said, that

if the woman were a relation he was sorry for what he had done in the

moment of vexation at losing his money, and moreover, begged that Chow

would purchase her again for half the amount he had paid.

"Take the whole, thou miserable dog," said Chow, throwing down two taels

that Nicholas had given him in the morning, to purchase a thick robe for

the voyage to Leao-tong, then, lifting the poor creature from the cart,

he laid her upon the bank of the canal, and by dashing water in her face

brought her to her senses. But why does Chow suddenly fall at her feet,

kiss the hem of her garment, take both her hands in his own, gaze in her

face for a moment, and then, throwing his arms around her neck, sob like

an infant. Surely there was some good reason for such strange

conduct?--We shall see.

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