The next day we were under way on the royal highroad, fourteen sailormen astride the dwarf horses that obtain in Cho-Sen, and bound for Keijo itself.

The Emperor, so Kim told me, had expressed a desire to gaze upon the strangeness of the sea devils.
It was a journey of many days, half the length of Cho-Sen, north and south as it lies.

It chanced, at the first off-saddling, that I strolled around to witness the feeding of the dwarf horses.

And what I witnessed set me bawling, "What now, Vandervoot ?" till all our crew came running.
As I am a living man what the horses were feeding on was bean soup, hot bean soup at that, and naught else did they have on all the journey but hot bean soup.

It was the custom of the country.
They were truly dwarf horses.