Korea & Her Neighbours — Chapter XVIII
“ There all my Koreans reappeared, vociferating and excited. I started the moujik off again at a gallop, the drosky jumping ruts and bounding out of holes with an energy of elasticity which took my breath away, the Koreans racing. More gallops, more stoppages at pothouses, and in this fashion I reached at last the Golded Horn Hotel — a long, rambling, “ disjaskit ” building, with a shady air of disreputableness hanging about it, — the escort of Koreans still good-natured and vociferous. ”
