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제목: 한국 전래동화
저자: 윌리엄 엘리엇 그리피스
출판일: 2022년 1월 16일 (전자책 #67180)
언어: 영어
한국 분들에게 보내는 글
지구상 어느 곳에서든 전 세계 각 나라마다 우리가 보고 느끼고 해왔던 것 보다 더 오래됐고 이어져 왔다. 그래서 이 책을 통해 한국인들의 민족 구전을 풀어보려 한다.
A NOTE TO THE FRIENDS OF KOREA
Everywhere on earth the fairy world of each country is older and
perhaps more enduring than the one we see and feel and tread upon. So I
tell in this book the folk lore of the Korean people, and of the
behavior of the particular kind of fairies that inhabit the Land of
Morning Splendor. Yet, if I live long enough, I shall write the
wonderful history of the Korean nation and civilization, which once so
enriched Asia, and made possible the modern Japan such as we know
today, of which fact the literature and art of both countries bear
ample witness.
W. E. G.
CONTENTS
PAGE
The Unmannerly Tiger 1
Tokgabi and His Pranks 6
East Light and the Bridge of Fishes 11
Prince Sandalwood, the Father of Korea 17
The Rabbit’s Eyes 24
Topknots and Crockery Hats 30
Fancha and the Magpie 38
The Sneezing Colossus 49
A Bridegroom for Miss Mole 53
Old White Whiskers and Mr. Bunny 59
The King of the Flowers 65
Tokgabi’s Menagerie 71
Cat-kin and the Queen Mother 78
The Magic Peach 89
The Great Stone Fire Eater 102
Pigling and Her Proud Sisters 110
The Mirror that Made Trouble 117
Old Timber Top 130
Sir One Long Body and Madame Thousand Feet 147
The Sky Bridge of Birds 155
Longka, the Dancing Girl 161
A Frog for a Husband 167
Shoes for Hats 179
The Voice of the Bell 187
The King of the Sparrows 195
The Woodman and the Mountain Fairies 204
KOREAN FAIRY TALES
THE UNMANNERLY TIGER
“Mountain Uncle” was the name given by the villagers to a splendid
striped tiger that lived among the highlands of Kang Wen, the long
province which from its cliffs overlooks the Sea of Japan. Hunters
rarely saw him, and among his fellow-tigers the Mountain Uncle boasted
that, though often fired at, he had never been wounded; while as for
traps—he knew all about them and laughed at the devices used by man to
catch him and to strip him of his coveted skin. In summer he kept among
the high hills and lived on fat deer. In winter, when heavy snow,
biting winds, and terrible cold kept human beings within doors, old
Mountain Uncle would sally forth to the villages. There he would prowl
around the stables, the cattle enclosures, or the pig pens, in hopes of
clawing and dragging out a young donkey, a fat calf, or a suckling pig.
Too often he succeeded, so that he was the terror of the country for
leagues around.
One day in autumn, Mountain Uncle was rambling among the lower hills.
Though far from any village, he kept a sharp lookout for traps and
hunters, but none seemed to be near. He was very hungry and hoped for
game.
But on coming round a great rock, Mountain Uncle suddenly saw in his
path some feet ahead, as he thought, a big tiger like himself.
He stopped, twitched his tail most ferociously as a challenge, showed
fight by growling, and got ready to spring. What was his surprise to
see the other tiger doing exactly the same things. Mountain Uncle was
sure there would be a terrible struggle, but this was just what he
wanted, for he expected to win.
But after a tremendous leap in the air he landed in a pit and all of a
heap, bruised and disappointed. There was no tiger to be seen, but
instead a heavy lid of logs had closed over his head with a crash and
he lay in darkness. Old Mountain Uncle was caught at last. Yes, the
hunter had concealed the pit with sticks and leaves, and on the upright
timbers, covered with vines and brushwood, had hung a looking-glass.
Mountain Uncle had often beheld his own face and body in the water,
when he stooped to drink, but this time not seeing any water he was
deceived into thinking a real tiger wanted to fight him.
By and by, a Buddhist priest came along, who believed in being kind to
all living creatures. Hearing an animal moaning, he opened the trap and
lifting the lid saw old Mountain Uncle at the bottom licking his
bruised paw.
“Oh, please, Mr. Man, let me get out. I’m hurt badly,” said the tiger.
Thereupon the priest lifted up one of the logs and slid it down, until
it rested on the bottom of the pit. Then the tiger climbed up and out.
Old Mountain Uncle expressed his thanks volubly, saying to the shaven
head:
“I am deeply grateful to you, sir, for helping me out of my trouble.
Nevertheless, as I am very hungry, I must eat you up.”
The priest, very much surprised and indignant, protested against such
vile ingratitude. To say the least, it was very bad manners and
entirely against the law of the mountains, and he appealed to a big
tree to decide between them.
The spirit in the tree spoke through the rustling leaves and declared
that the man should go free and that the tiger was both ungrateful and
unmannerly.
Old Mountain Uncle was not satisfied yet, especially as the priest was
unusually fat and would make a very good dinner. However, he allowed
the man to appeal once more and this time to a big rock.
“The man is certainly right venerable Mountain Uncle, and you are
wholly wrong,” said the spirit in the rock. “Your master, the Mountain
Spirit, who rides on the green bull and the piebald horse to punish his
enemies, will certainly chastise you if you devour this priest. You
will be no fit messenger of the Mountain Lord if you are so ungrateful
as to eat the man who saved you from starvation or death in the trap.
It is shockingly bad manners even to think of such a thing.”
The tiger felt ashamed, but his eyes still glared with hunger; so, to
be sure of saving his own skin, the priest proposed to make the toad a
judge. The tiger agreed.
But the toad, with his gold-rimmed eyes, looked very wise, and instead
of answering quickly, as the tree and rock did, deliberated a long
time. The priest’s heart sank while the tiger moved his jaws as if
anticipating his feast. He felt sure that Old Speckled Back would
decide in his favor.
“I must go and see the trap before I can make up my mind,” said the
toad, who looked as solemn as a magistrate. So all three leaped,
hopped, or walked to the trap. The tiger, moving fast, was there first,
which was just what the toad, who was a friend of the priest, wanted.
Besides, Old Speckled Back was diligently looking for a crack in the
rocks near by.
So while the toad and the tiger were studying the matter, the priest
ran off and saved himself within the monastery gates. When at last Old
Speckled Back decided against Mountain Uncle and in favor of the man,
he had no sooner finished his judgment than he hopped into the rock
crevice, and, crawling far inside defied the tiger, calling him an
unmannerly brute and an ungrateful beast, and daring him to do his
worst.
Old Mountain Uncle was so mad with rage and hunger that his craftiness
seemed turned into stupidity. He clawed at the rock to get at the toad,
but Speckled Back, safe within, only laughed. Unable to do any harm,
the tiger flew into a passion of rage. The hotter his temper grew, the
more he lost his wit. Poking his nose inside the crack he rubbed it so
hard on the rough rock that he soon bled to death.
When the hunter came along he marveled at what he saw, but he was glad
to get rich by selling the tiger’s fur, bones, and claws; for in Korea
nothing sells so well as a tiger. As for the toad, he told to several
generations of his descendants the story of how he outwitted the old
Mountain Uncle.
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