"There were," said the woodman, "mighty possibilities in him,
though he lived humbly inside the South Gate of Seoul and sold cut
tobacco. He came here frequently, and I knew it, though I winked at
it all until they attempted to kill me, and that brought matters
to a head. It was not my wish to kill him," and here the woodman
broke down and cried. "Alas, alas!" said he, "I have killed a great
and gifted man. Think it over," said he; "you have courage, but
not enough to make any mark in the world. You will fail half-way,
the Fates have so decided. Cease from any vain ambitions, for there
is no way by which your name can ever become famous. Do what I say,
then, and take over this woman and this home."