As Yung Pak grew older he was given many toys, among them rattles, drums, flags, and dolls, just as you had them.  Some of the toys, though, were very peculiar ones—­different from anything you ever saw.  He had little tasselled umbrellas, just like the big one his father used when he walked out in the sun.  He also had little fringed hats and toy chariots with fancy wheels.  One of Yung Pak’s favourite toys was a wooden jumping-jack with a pasteboard tongue.  By pulling a string the tongue was drawn in and a trumpet carried up to the mouth.

Another favourite toy was a tiger on wheels.  Tiger-hunting, by the way, was considered great sport by Yung Pak’s father.  It was a very dangerous one, too, and sometimes lives were sacrificed in his efforts to capture or to kill this fierce wild beast.  Sometimes the animal was caught in a trap which was nothing less than a hut of logs with a single entrance.  In the roof of the hut heavy beams would be placed on a forked stick.  The bait—­a young lamb or kid—­would be tied beneath the beams.  The moment the bait was touched, down would come the heavy timber—­smash—­on the tiger’s head.

But Yung Pak’s tiger was ferocious only in looks.  It was made of paper pulp and painted with bright stripes.  This harmless image of a fierce beast Yung Pak would pull about the floor with a string by the hour.

All his pets were not of wood and paper.  Real live animals he had.  Puppies and kittens, of course.  His greatest pet, though, was a monkey.  What little boy ever saw a monkey that he didn’t want for his own?  So when Yung Pak’s father made him a present of a monkey—­a real monkey—­alive—­he just danced with glee.

This monkey was not a very large one,—­not over a foot high,—­but he could cut capers and play tricks equal to any monkey you ever saw travelling with an organ-grinder.  He was dressed in a scarlet jacket, and he was always with Yung Pak, except sometimes when he would try to plague him by breaking away and running—­perhaps to the house-top or to the neighbour’s garden.

After a little while Yung Pak got used to these “monkey shines,” and he knew that his pet would not stay away long after mealtime.

As Yung Pak grew older he was allowed to play with other boys of his own age.  A favourite sport was Hunting the Ring.  In this game the boys would get together quite a large heap of sand.  In this sand one of them would hide a ring, and then the urchins would all get slender sticks and poke around in the pile trying to find the ring.  Whoever succeeded in getting the ring on his stick won the game, and carried the prize home as a sign of victory.

Sometimes Yung Pak would be the winner, and then he would march home with great glee and show the trophy to his father.

One of the first things Yung Pak was taught was to be respectful to his father.  Never was he allowed to fail in this duty in the least.  This does not seem strange when we know what a sober, serious, dignified man Yung Pak’s father was.  It would not do to allow his son to do anything that would upset his dignity, though he loved him very much indeed.