Fifteen Years Among the Top-Knots; Or, Life in Korea — Themes and Context

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Authors: Underwood, Lillias H. (Lillias Horton), 1851- Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2015 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: Korea -- Description and travel; Missions -- Korea Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

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Lillias H. Underwood's memoir of medical missionary work in late 19th-century Korea blends firsthand observation of political upheaval with personal narrative, using a conversational voice that shifts between intimate reflection and reportage.

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I ought to say here, that the people whom I saw that morning were of the lowest and roughest class, their dress the poorest sort, and that Chemulpo, especially in March, is perhaps the most forbidding and unsightly place in Korea. Being the main port for the capital, it is made up, as ports often are, very largely of a mixture of various nationalities. Many sailors and traders, and especially Chinese and Japanese merchants, have built their poor houses and shops in the main town.

The trip from Chemulpo to Seoul, about twenty-eight miles, was made the following day, in a Sedan-chair carried by four coolies. The road, although a much traveled one, was very bad, but is now replaced by a railroad which accomplishes the distance in about two hours and a half. The country I found pleasantly rolling--comparatively few trees were seen, and the population thereabout seemed quite sparse. Here and there were squalid mud huts thatched with straw. I found on inquiry that this little land, lying west of Japan, attached at its northern extremity to China and Siberia, has an area of about ninety thousand square miles and a population of over fourteen millions of people, with a climate varying from that in the north, like northern New York, to that in the extreme south, like southern Virginia.

We approached Seoul about four o’clock in the afternoon, and I was thrilled at the sight of the first walled town I had ever beheld. The walls are very picturesque--built of great blocks of stone--hung with ivy, and give an impression of great age.

At the time of my arrival, and for some few years after, a very interesting custom was in vogue with regard to the closing of these gates. Korea had for centuries a signal fire service, by which news of peace or war was with telegraphic rapidity conveyed to Seoul, and by number, frequency of repetition and other expedients a tolerably useful code had been established. On the south mountain, within the walls, were four beacons, one for each point of the compass, to which these lines converged. Every evening as soon as the sun had set, when the bright glow of these four beacon fires published the fact that all was well in his majesty’s dominions, four officials, whose business it was to report to the king the message of the fires, presented themselves at the palace, and with low obeisance, each announced that all was well in the north--in the south--the east--and the west. On this, the palace band struck up its gayest airs, and when this music was heard, the signal was given for the tolling of the great curfew bell in the center of the city. When the extremely sweet and solemn, low and yet penetrating tones of this bell were heard, the ponderous gates were swung to and barred, not to be reopened till the ringing of the same bell at the first streak of dawn gave the signal to the keepers.

Entering through these gates, fortunately not yet closed, we saw narrow, filthy streets, flanked by low mud houses, either thatched with straw, or tiled. It has been aptly said that the city looks like a vast bed of mushrooms, since none of the Korean houses are built more than one story high.

The common people are very poor and their homes seem to an American wretchedly poor and comfortless, and yet, compared with the most destitute of London or New York, there are few who go cold or hungry in Seoul. Each dwelling is so arranged that the part of the house occupied by the women, which is called the _anpang_, or inner room, shall be screened from sight from the street and from those entering the gate--for every house has at least a tiny courtyard, part of which is also screened off (either by another wall, or by mats, or trees and bushes) for the women’s use.

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Lillias H. Underwood's narrative voice in Fifteen Years Among the Top-Knots moves between the intimate and the reportorial, often within a single paragraph. She describes her arrival at Chemulpo with a simile comparing native huts to "low-lying beds of mushrooms," a precise visual that signals her eye for detail. Yet she also steps back to reflect on her own reactions, as when she notes that she "thought rather busily for a few seconds" upon learning of the king's escape to the Russian legation. This alternation between external observation and internal response gives the prose a layered quality, as if the writer is both participant and commentator.

A Voice That Shifts Between Observation and Reflection

Underwood's prose is marked by a deliberate change in pace during moments of crisis. In the account of the king's flight, she begins with a measured, almost folkloric retelling: "The story, as we heard it from one near the king, was as follows." This distancing technique gives way to a more urgent, present-tense immediacy when she describes the scene outside her compound: "The whole road, as far as the eye could reach, was filled with a surging mob." The shift from indirect to direct narration mirrors the transition from rumor to lived experience. Similarly, her aside about the king's mother—"I like to think that as one of the women was probably the king's mother, her heart was tender toward her unhappy son"—introduces a speculative, empathetic note that contrasts with the otherwise factual tone. These fluctuations in narrative distance are not accidental; they create a texture that invites the reader to move between the historical event and the writer's personal response.

The Use of Specific Detail to Convey Atmosphere

Underwood grounds her account in concrete, sensory details that anchor the reader in the setting. The "squalid appearance of the low native huts" and "dull-eyed fishermen" of her first impressions are rendered with a clinical precision befitting a medical observer. Later, the chaos of the king's escape is evoked through sound: "a loud and almost terrifying babel of shouting voices, in the din and confusion of which it was impossible to distinguish anything." She also notes the strategic placement of "hot refreshments and plenty of strong drink" for the sentinels, a detail that underscores the calculated nature of the escape. These observations are not mere decoration; they serve to build a credible, immersive world. The recurring motif of surveillance—the duennas who watch the king, the spies in the palace—adds a layer of tension that Underwood exploits through her careful selection of what to describe and when to linger.

Pacing as a Tool for Managing Information

The narrative's pacing is carefully controlled, especially in the extended episode of the king's escape. Underwood slows the account to explain the palace intrigue—the birthday feast, the wine, the sleeping watchers—before accelerating into the rapid sequence of the king's departure and the subsequent mob scene. This rhythm mimics the experience of waiting for news: the slow accumulation of detail followed by a sudden rush of events. She also uses parenthetical asides to modulate pace, as when she interrupts the escape narrative to speculate on the king's mother's motives. These pauses give the reader room to absorb the information while maintaining narrative momentum. The result is a style that feels both deliberate and natural, as if Underwood is thinking aloud on the page. Her ability to shift tempo—from leisurely description to breathless reportage—keeps the reader engaged without sacrificing clarity.

Underwood's memoir rewards attention to its narrative craft: the way she manages distance, selects detail, and controls tempo reveals a writer conscious of her role as both witness and storyteller. Readers may find it useful to track how she signals shifts in reliability—when she reports hearsay versus direct experience—and how her voice changes when describing Korean customs versus political events. These choices shape not only the book's atmosphere but also its credibility as a historical document.

Reading about Underwood’s quiet, unflinching presence in Korea’s upheavals reminded me of a long afternoon years ago, turning pages of A Popular Account of the Manners and Customs of India — Key Ideas to Explore. Both felt less like reportage, more like sitting beside someone who noticed the small, human things—the weight of a kettle, the hush before a storm—while the world rearranged itself around them.