The Story Bag: A Collection of Korean Folk Tales
By Kim So-Un
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Table of Contents
The Story Bag: A Collection of Korean Folk Tales
Author's Foreword
1. The Story Bag
2. The Man Who Planted Onions
3. Mountains and Rivers
4. The Pheasant, the Dove, and the Magpie
5. A Dog Named Fireball
6. The Deer, the Rabbit, and the Toad
7. Mr. Bedbug's Feast
8. Why We Have Earthquakes
9. The Stupid Noblewoman
10. The Bridegroom's Shopping
11. The Bad Tiger
12. The Three Foolish Brides
13. The Tiger and the Rankit
14. The Great Flood
15. The Three Little Girls
16. The Blind Mouse
17. The Deer and the Woodcutter
18. The Magic Geni
19. The Snake and the Toad
20. The Pheasant's Bell
21. The Green Leaf
22. The Grateful Tiger
23. The Pumpkin Seeds
24. The Three Princesses
25. The Disowned Student
26. The Signal Flag
27. The Magic Hood
28. The Father's Legacy
29. The Tiger of the Kumgang Mountains
30. The Silver Spoon
The Story Bag: A Collection of Korean Folk Tales
Kim So-un
This page copyright © 2006 Silk Pagoda.
Translated by Setsu Higashi
The Story Bag, a captivating collection of Korean folk tales compiled by the emininent Korean storyteller, Ms. Kim So-un, is sure to delight the hearts of all children
between the ages of eight and 80. Written with earthy wit and pathos, the tales unveil the inevitable foibles of people everywhere and expose the human-like qualities of animals and the animal-like qualities of humans. Pulsatin with the rhythm of life and the seasons, these 30 stories transport the reader to a wonderland, where a tiny mouse teaches filial piety to a spoiled child, a blind man can see
evil spirits, and fleas drink rice wine.
It is somehow deeply reassuring to know that even in present-day politically-divided Korea, these same stories are still being told, just as they have been for generations.
The stories in this collection originally appeared in NEGI O UETA HITO, published in Japanese, 1953, by Iwanami Sboten, Tokyo
Author's Foreword
I am not yet of an age to be called an old man. But when I compare the world of today with that of my youth, the changes are so great that I can hardly believe they have actually taken place.
When Art Smith, an American, brought the first airplane to Korea, I went, as did other small Korean children, to see the wonderful machine that flew through the skies. With the others, I paid my fifteen sen for admission to the filled-in plot of land in Pusan. There, Art Smith, with his mother in the spare cockpit, put his small one-winged plane into the air, flew daring loops, and wrote his name in smoke across the sky.
Since then only thirty-odd years have passed. Today no Korean child, unless he lives in the most remote mountain fastness, is astonished at airplanes.
In fact, any young schoolboy of the cities can tell the type of plane in flight just by listening, from inside his house, to the sound of the engine. Today, with no trouble at all, one can fly in two or three days to either Europe or the United States. Just last year I myself flew on a 54-passenger SAS passenger air liner to Europe.
Just think—only thirty years ago I watched with beating heart and bated breath a small two-seater doing simple tricks in the air. How the world has changed!
It is not only airplanes that have changed. The way people think and the way they live have also changed. If people who lived even fifty or a hundred years ago were to come back to life, how amazed they would be!
Too frequently our lives undergo change. The world is ever progressing, with neither rest nor pause. Like river rapids, the life of mankind flows forward, day and night, at a dizzying speed, onward and ever onward. This is the ever-changing current of history. But this does not mean that all things change.' The beauty of the stars that twinkle in the night sky, the illusive scent of the wild chrysanthemum, the sorrow of parting, the joy of a lovers' reunion, and the nostalgic recollection of a distant journey—these things will remain unchanged forever.
No matter how man's knowledge and wisdom may progress, his inner heart will remain as it was hundreds of years ago. Even if the day should come when man can journey to the moon, as long as man remains man, he will not lose that soul which has been his heritage from time immemorial.
I have chosen and retold here a number of Korean folk tales that have been handed down by word of mouth from one generation to the next. There are stories that have been told by grandparents to their grandchildren, huddled on the heated floors of Korean homes in the dead of winter, with the cold snow-laden winds raging outside. There are stories repeated in the yards of Korean homes to children seated on straw mats in the cool of a summer evening, smoke from mosquito smudges whirling about their faces. These are short tales recounted in great mirth by farmer folk, as they rest from their work in the fields in the shade of a nearby tree. These are stories which the Korean children of countless generations have wept and laughed over in untiring repetition. In these stories tigers smoke tobacco, a tree fathers a child, fleas and lice drink rice-wine, and the spirits of old tales turn themselves into the wild berries of the fields or into a bubbling roadside spring. They reflect the serenity of the men and women nurtured by the ancient land of Korea.
Here may be found stories which echo those told in many other countries throughout the world. Here are also stories that are peculiar to Korea. But you will find here neither homily nor dialectic. I am certain that the reader will feel a kindred spirit with the hearts of the people of ancient Korea. I am certain that a responsive chord will sound in his own heart to their dreams, their laughter, their fantasies.
As seen in the title piece, stories do not like to be hoarded, but want to be told and told again, passing always from lip to lip. These stories were first heard in my childhood in Korean, then written down by me in Japanese, and finally translated into English by Mrs. Higashi. But I have reason to hope that, out of gratitude for the wider audience they can now find, they will use their magic powers to rise above all language barriers and speak directly to the hearts of people in other lands.
Tokyo, Japan November, 1954
Kim So-un
1. The Story Bag
THERE once lived a very rich family. They had only one child, a boy, who loved to have stories told to him. Whenever he met a new person, he would say: Tell me another different story.
And, each time, he would store away the story he heard in a small bag he carried at his belt. So many stories did he hear that soon the bag was packed tight and he had to push hard to get each new story in. Then, to make sure that none of the stories escaped, he kept the bag tied tightly at the mouth.
The boy eventually grew into a handsome young man. The time came for him to take a wife. A bride was chosen for him, and the whole house was preparing to greet the young master's new wife. Everything was in an uproar.
Now, there happened to be in this rich home a faithful old servant who had been with the family ever since the time when the story-loving boy was still very young.'' As the household made ready for the young master's wedding, this servant was tending a fire on the kitchen hearth. Suddenly his ears caught faint whispering sounds coming from somewhere. He listened carefully and soon discovered that the voices were coming from a bag hanging on the wall. It was the bag of stories which the young master had kept in his childhood. Now it hung forgotten on an old nail on the kitchen wall. The old servant listened carefully.
Listen, everyone,
said a voice, the boy's wedding is to take place tomorrow. He has kept us this long while stuffed in this bag, packed so closely and uncomfortably together. We have suffered for a long time. We must make him pay for this some way or another.
Yes,
said another voice, I have been thinking the same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave by horse to bring home his bride. I shall change into bright red berries, ripening by the roadside. There I shall wait for him. I shall be poisonous but shall look so beautiful that he will want to eat me. If he does, I shall kill him.
And, if he doesn't die after eating the berries,
piped up a third voice, I shall become a clear, bubbling spring by the roadside. I shall have a beautiful gourd dipper floating in me. When he sees me he will feel thirsty and will drink me. When I get inside of him, I shall make him suffer terribly.
A fourth voice then broke in: If you fail, then I shall become an iron skewer, heated red-hot, and I shall hide in the bag of chaff that will be placed by his horse for him to dismount on when he reaches his bride's home. And when he steps on me, I shall burn his feet badly.
Because, you see, according to the custom of the land in those days, a bag of chaff was always placed by the bridegroom's horse so that he would not have to step directly on the ground.
Then a fifth voice whispered: If that fails too, I shall become those poisonous string-snakes, thin as threads. Then I shall hide in the bridal chamber. When the bride and the bridegroom have gone to sleep, I shall come out and bite them.
The servant was filled with alarm by what he heard. This is terrible,
he told himself. "I must not let any harm come to the young master. When he leaves the house tomorrow, I must take the bridle and lead the horse myself."
Early next morning, the final preparations were completed, and the wedding procession was ready to set forth. The groom, dressed in his best, came out of the house and mounted his horse. Suddenly the faithful servant came running out and grabbed the horse's bridle. He then asked to be allowed to lead the horse.
The old master of the house said: You have other work to do. You had better stay behind.
"But I must lead the horse today, the servant said.
I don't care what happens, but I insist that I take the bridle."
He refused to listen to anyone and, finally, the master, surprised at the old man's obstinacy, allowed him to lead the horse to the bride's home.
As the procession wound along its way, the bridegroom came to an open field. There by the roadside many bright berries were growing. They looked temptingly delicious.
Wait!
the bridegroom called out. Stop the horse and pick me some of those berries.
However, the servant would not stop. In fact, he purposely made the horse hurry on and said: Oh, those berries. You can find them anywhere. Just be a little patient. I shall pick some for you later.
And he gave the horse a good crack of the whip.
After a while, they came to a bubbling spring. Its clear waters seemed cool and tempting. There was even a small gourd dipper floating on the water, as if to invite the passerby to have a drink.
Bring me some of that water,