revious student. After being bound he was placed on the
stool and beaten. He did not lose his consciousness but fell
off the stool, and then was placed back and the same process
continued. When Mr. Choi fell off the stool the bands on his
arms were loosened and they proceeded to unloosen and rewind
his arms. This time they wound them tighter than before. At the
ends of these bands are brass rings which are placed next to
the flesh and made to press upon the nerves. This time Mr. Choi
said as they wound his right arm he felt a sharp pain and at
once noticed that he had lost the use of his arm. It was
paralyzed. Mr. Choi was tortured five times in all--one every
three days. The first torture lasted one hour and the
succeeding ones were less severe than the first. At the end of
two weeks, June 10th, Mr. Choi and the six students with him
were called before a police captain who said to the students,
'There is nothing against you. Some bad Korean has testified
falsely against you. We are sorry you have suffered but you can
now go free.' However to Mr. Choi he said, 'You must remain
here a week yet. You are still under police supervision. Go to
---- hotel and stay.' On June 16th the police came to the hotel
where he was staying and said, 'You may go down to Seoul
tonight.' Mr. Choi arrived in Seoul on the 17th and gave this
testimony. His arm is still paralyzed."

And so it is that these great failures stand out: the failure of a race
of people to survive; the failure of the American people to estimate the
loss of Shantung at its proper valuation spiritually, and the failure of
Japan to understand that Korea is still and ever shall be _Korea the
Unconquered_; this Korea which I call "The Wild Boar at Bay."

CHAPTER X

FLASH-LIGHTS OF FRIENDSHIP

We were running down the Samabs River in a small Dutch ship, the
_Merkeus_. This river, running almost parallel to the Equator, and not
more than fifty miles away from that well-known institution, cuts the
western end of Borneo in two, and lends phenomenal fertility to its
soil.

Shooting around a bend in the river, suddenly there loomed on the
western shores, so close that we could throw a stone and hit it, a tree
that was leafless, dead as a volcanic dump; but its dead branches
literally swarmed with monkeys. The light in the west had so far gone
that they appeared as silent silhou