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except for the fact that there were no terraced rice paddys as in the south, 

 but when we came to the straggUng hue of huts which marked the last point 

 of civilization, we could see in the distance the great mass of larch trees 

 rising tier above tier on the mountain slopes until they were lost in the 

 low-hanging clouds. 



The inhabitants of Nonsatong had never seen a white man and to them 

 ] was an object of the greatest curiosity. They are timid, peace-loving, 

 icsistless people, lazy but hospitable and good-natured. The interpreter 

 icld them that I would pay six sen. (three cents) for any small mammals 

 ^ hich they could catch. They did not believe at first that any man would 



The expedition traveled by bull-cart from Muryantai to Musan 



be foolish enough to pay such a price as that for something which could not 

 be eaten, but after repeaterl urgings to try and see, on the second day the 

 men of the village arrived en masse with a chipmunk. At once six se7i was 

 offered for it to the utter amazement of the Koreans. The next day there 

 was an influx of chipmunks, for every man and child in the village turned 

 out to catch them and by two in the afternoon they had nineteen. We 

 spent ten days with them collecting birds and mammals and then started 

 westward toward the Paik-tu-san. I did not care to climb the mountain 

 itself, but wished to travel through the unexplored country to its base. Our 

 route was along the Tumen River and the first fourteen miles was easy 

 traveling, for there was an old half-obliterated trail which led to a deserted 

 log cabin once used by hunters; this was the last habitation of any sort in 



