Curly-haired young Ye Yun Ho, just out of Korea's Presbyterian Theological Seminary, went for a walk last summer beside the great River Han. On the broad flats where U.S. Army trucks dump the city of Seoul's garbage, Ye stopped to watch a swarming tangle of noisy, ragged small fry clawing over the piled-up refuse. The urchins were looking for any scrap of coal or tin or paper that could possibly be sold. For a long time Ye watched them.
He returned to the dump day after day to watch and make friends with the scavengers. They were a poor and filthy rabble,...
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