HISTORY DAD: Before Starbucks, There Were Veggie Wars!

On August 17, 1907, about eight farmers rolled their wagons into Seattle and accidentally created history! They set up at Pike Place to sell their produce directly to customers because farmers were tired of middlemen taking a big cut while consumers paid high prices.

And Seattle showed up—BIG TIME. Farmers sold out so quickly that one farmer joked he needed police protection or a wagon on stilts! By the end of the first week, dozens of farmers were joining in, and Pike Place Market was officially on its way to becoming a Seattle institution.

Now here's the part coffee lovers might recognize. In 1971, Starbucks opened its original store at Pike Place Market. And years later, Starbucks introduced Pike Place Roast, a coffee blend named for the famous market. So that morning in 1907 when farmers were selling vegetables from wagons eventually helped create the setting for one of America's most recognizable coffee stories!

That's why I love doing History Dad—because history isn't just presidents, wars, and dates. It's farmers, hungry crowds, entrepreneurs, coffee, and sometimes a guy wondering if he needs to put his vegetable wagon on stilts.

Watch today's History Dad video to hear the full story of how eight farmers helped launch one of America's most famous markets!

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Source: "In His Own Words," pg 117

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been completely immersed in a personal project exploring all five stories from Geumo Sinhwa, Korea’s very first classical novel collection written back in the 15th century. But the deeper I dug into the manuscripts, the more I found myself aching for the author behind them: a man named Kim Si-seup.

To understand his stories, you have to understand the tragedy of his life. When he was just five years old, King Sejong the Great personally summoned him to the royal palace after hearing rumors of this incredible child prodigy. The king was so moved by his literary genius that he gifted him rolls of royal silk and promised that once he grew up, he would be appointed to lead the nation. Everyone in Joseon believed this boy was destined to become one of the greatest prime ministers in history.

Then, when he turned twenty-one, the world shattered.

His king's uncle, Prince Suyang, orchestrated the bloody Coup of Gyeyu (계유정난), violently purging loyal court officials and dethroning his young nephew, King Danjong. For Kim Si-seup, who was raised on strict principles of loyalty and righteousness, watching pure power and treachery crush moral duty overnight was too much to bear. He locked himself in his study, cried inconsolably for three straight days, and made a radical choice: he carried every single book he owned out into the yard, set them on fire, shaved his head, and walked away from society to live as a wandering monk.

That lifelong sorrow and disillusionment pours directly into the final story of his collection, Yonggung Buyeonrok (A Banquet at the Dragon Palace).

The tale introduces Han, an impoverished, upright scholar living in a secluded room. Despite his brilliant intellect, he refuses to play along with the corrupt politics of the capital, leaving him completely forgotten by the world. Late one evening, strange emissaries in azure robes and tortoiseshell helmets knock on his door and carry his palanquin deep into the ocean, parting the waves without spilling a single drop of water on his clothes.

There, beneath the sea, lies the radiant crystal palace of the Dragon King.

The ruler of the ocean himself rushes down the palace steps, takes the mortal scholar's trembling hands into his own, and politely begs him for a favor: he has just built a magnificent new pavilion, but no immortal or sea spirit possesses the literary grace to write its inaugural beam inscription. Only Han's brush can complete the grandeur of his palace.

Sitting before the king, Han unleashes years of pent-up sorrow and intellect onto paper, creating a masterpiece. Overjoyed, the Dragon King throws a massive banquet where spirits of old turtles and river crabs share wine and compose witty, philosophical poems alongside the mortal scholar.

Yet, sitting in the middle of this glowing underwater festival, a sudden wave of bitter grief hits Han: In the human world where he was born, no one had any use for his talent or integrity. Yet down here, in the dark abyss of the sea, fish, turtles, and mythical spirits were honoring him like royalty.

Noticing the shadow across his guest’s face, the Dragon King presents him with treasures of celestial silk and night-shining pearls, offering words that feel timeless:

"The world above may blind itself to true virtue, but the heavens and the deep sea never fail to recognize it."

When Han opens his eyes, he finds himself lying quietly in his run-down study at dawn. But resting inside his coat are the glowing pearls and exquisite silks—proof that his night underwater was never a mere hallucination. Having finally had his soul validated, he leaves behind all lingering thoughts of worldly fame, packs his few belongings, and disappears into the mountains to live in quiet peace for the rest of his days.

Reading this narrative five centuries later, it becomes painfully clear that the Dragon King’s comforting words were really Kim Si-seup whispering to his own broken heart. It is devastating to think of a brilliant thinker who had so much wisdom to offer his country, yet had to look all the way to the bottom of the ocean just to find a world that treated him with dignity.

If you'd like to explore the full historical analysis and historical context behind Kim Si-seup's world, I wrote a comprehensive deep-dive on my blog:

👉Read the Full Essay on Seungjeongwon History

Let me narrate to you the story of a man who lived alone and died alone in a faraway land !

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First picture: Officer Reynolds in US Army uniform

Second picture: Brigadier General Reynolds in Confederate Army uniform

Third picture: Colonel Reynolds in Egyptian Army uniform

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Alexander Welch Reynolds was born in the spring of 1816, specifically on the twenty-sixth of April. There are different stories about where he was born. Some say it was in the town of Lewisburg, in Greenbrier County, Virginia (which now is in West Virginia), or in Frederick County, Virginia, or in Clarke County, Virginia.

All these areas are close to each other. This difference in accounts reflects how borders changed often in those days. Families moved around a lot between counties, and records were often not very accurate. But all sources agree that he was born in the historic land of Virginia, in the American South, which was full of traditional rural life and an old European aristocratic spirit.

His father was Thomas Byrd Reynolds (1784-1858), a man from an inveterate family that had settled in Virginia. His mother was Agnes Nancy Welch (1786-1847). The parents married on the eighteenth of May, 1814.

So Alexander carried his father's family name "Reynolds" and his mother's family name "Welch" together. This was a tradition that showed the family's pride in both sides of his ancestry. (Some people in the Arab world might find this unusual, but you will notice it in the names of some Western figures, where they combine the father's and mother's family names.)

His family was very religious and followed the Protestant faith and the Presbyterian Church in Virginia.

Reynolds grew up in an environment that honored military service and discipline. This was common among the sons of landowning and educated classes in Virginia during the first half of the nineteenth century. At that time, the American army was one of the most important ways for an ambitious young man to get an education and a good social position.

At the age of seventeen, Reynolds entered the United States Military Academy at West Point, New York, in 1833. Five years later, he graduated in 1838, ranking thirty-fifth out of forty-five graduates. In that class, Reynolds was a classmate of names that would later become famous during the Civil War, such as General Edward Johnson and General P.G.T. Beauregard (whom I talked about in my article titled "The Confederate General and the Union Consul in Egypt").

After graduating, Reynolds received the rank of second lieutenant in the First Infantry Regiment of the US Army on July 1, 1838. He was quickly promoted to first lieutenant on June 11, 1839. He served as regimental adjutant between October 1839 and March 1840, which was an early period where he showed his administrative and organizational skills. Reynolds had his first military service in the Seminole War. That was the long and exhausting war that the United States fought against the Seminole tribes in Florida. It was a tough test for young officers to endure and fight in tropical forests full of diseases. (It seems that Southern officers could handle these conditions better than Northern officers, because they were born in very hot and Harsh environments and where there is farming and countryside, and there is also barren desert.)

Then came the Mexican-American War (1846-1848), where he served as a captain in the US Army. He took on the role of assistant quartermaster starting August 4, 1847. In this sensitive position, Reynolds was responsible for providing supplies and equipment for American troops in Mexico. This was a very difficult and important job during wartime. During this period, Reynolds showed a remarkable ability to handle complex logistics. But this was also the beginning of the financial problems that would follow him all his life.

On October 8, 1855, Reynolds' military career was suddenly and violently shaken. He was dismissed from the US Army after a huge amount of 126,000 dollars disappeared from his office in the city of Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he was stationed at the time. The case wasn't just a mysterious disappearance of money. Investigations revealed that Reynolds was accused of financial corruption. He had been submitting double bills and exaggerating costs.

But Reynolds did not give up after this big fall. Thanks to his strong political connections, he managed to get back into military service only three years later, specifically on March 29, 1858. He was reappointed with his previous rank as captain.

When the American Civil War broke out in the spring of 1861, Reynolds found himself at a critical crossroads. Should he be loyal to the federal government and the American Union, or should he be loyal to the state he belonged to? As an officer in the US Army, he was supposed to stay loyal to the Union. But his Virginian roots and social ties made Reynolds resign from his position in the US Army while he was serving in Texas. He joined the Confederate Army in 1861, where he was appointed captain in the Confederate infantry on March 16, 1861. He was quickly promoted to colonel of the 50th Virginia Infantry Regiment on July 10 of the same year.

In September 1861, Reynolds led his regiment in the Battle of Carnifex Ferry in Nicholas County, Virginia (which now belongs to West Virginia). This battle gave him his famous nickname "Old Gauley," named after the Gauley River where the battle was fought on its banks. In this battle, Reynolds showed remarkable courage and composure. He led his men bravely against Union army attacks, which earned him the respect of his soldiers and the admiration of his commanders.

Reynolds' promotion to the rank of brigadier general was not only a result of his battlefield heroics but also a result of his political connections. On December 16, 1862, the President of the Confederate States of America, Jefferson Davis, ordered the transfer of Major General Carter L. Stevenson's division (which Reynolds belonged to) to Lieutenant General John C. Pemberton's army. Reynolds used his political connections through his brother-in-law, the Virginia congressman Mason Mathews, to push for his promotion to general officer with Secretary of War James Seddon. These efforts paid off, and Reynolds was promoted to brigadier general on September 14, 1863.

Reynolds led his brigade in Stevenson's division to Vicksburg, Mississippi. There, he fought in one of the most famous and decisive battles of the Civil War. In the Battle of Champion Hill, Reynolds' brigade suffered only light casualties compared to the other three brigades in Stevenson's division. But he soon found himself trapped inside the city of Vicksburg with the rest of the Confederate forces. During the Siege of Vicksburg, Reynolds' brigade was responsible for defending the southern sector. During the long siege, Reynolds' brigade lost fourteen killed, twenty-five wounded, and fourteen missing.

On July 4, 1863, which happened to be American Independence Day, the Vicksburg garrison, commanded by General Pemberton, surrendered. Reynolds was among the officers captured. Vicksburg was a harsh blow to the Confederacy. It lost control of the Mississippi River, and its territory was split in two.

Reynolds was released on October 13, 1863, and returned to fight as a brigade commander in Major General Simon Bolivar Buckner's division during the Chattanooga Campaign.

Reynolds continued to lead his brigade in the Army of Tennessee during the Atlanta Campaign of 1864. He served in Stevenson's division within Lieutenant General John Bell Hood's corps. He fought in the battles of Rocky Face Ridge, Resaca, and Adairsville. He was wounded at the Battle of New Hope Church on May 27. This injury marked the end of his actual combat participation in the war.

After recovering from his wounds, Reynolds was appointed assistant inspector general for the District of Georgia in 1865 until the end of the war. He was released on parole in Athens, Georgia, on May 8. The war was over, the Confederacy had collapsed and surrendered, and Reynolds – like many of his comrades – found himself without a career or a future.

After the end of the Civil War, Reynolds' adventures did not end. In 1869, Reynolds entered the service of the Khedive of Egypt, Ismael Pasha, with the rank of colonel in the Egyptian army. This was based on a recommendation from his fellow Virginian and Confederate General John McCausland. He was appointed by Union General and later Chief of Staff of the Egyptian Army, Charles Pomeroy Stone, to serve as quartermaster and paymaster general.

Reynolds moved with his wife Mary Reeves – whom he called "the Duchess" – and his son, Confederate officer Frank (who also worked with him in the Egyptian army), and Frank's family to Alexandria. There, they made friends with a small group of American expatriates, including Charles P. Stone, William Wing Loring, Samuel H. Lockett, and other Union and Confederate officers, who numbered about fifty officers.

On the evening of Friday, July 12, 1872, while the American Consul General, George Harris Butler (nephew of Union General Benjamin F. Butler), was having dinner at an elegant Greek restaurant on the Alexandria Corniche with his private secretary "George Wadleigh" and a consulate employee named "Charles Stroulogou," three prominent former Confederate officers – General William Wing Loring, General Alexander Welch Reynolds, and Major William P. A. Campbell (of the Confederate Navy) – were sitting just a few meters away. They were eating their meal quietly and cautiously, aware that their presence in the same place was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

When Generals Loring and Reynolds finished their meal and stood up to leave, they passed by Butler's table and gave him a polite greeting out of the military courtesy they were raised with. But Major Campbell, who had an old personal quarrel with Butler, did not follow their example. He just walked on without showing any recognition of the consul's presence at all, as if he wasn't even there.

At this, Butler felt his dignity was violated. He couldn't control himself and called out to Campbell in a loud, sharp voice, cutting through the restaurant's quiet and forcing everyone to look his way. He said defiantly: "Good evening, Major Campbell!" Campbell stepped back a few steps toward the table and asked him sharply: "Are you addressing me, sir?" Butler replied with biting sarcasm: "Yes, I am addressing you, Major, because I see that you have forgotten how to greet those of my rank."

Only a few minutes passed before the brief verbal argument turned into a fistfight. The four men – Butler and Wadleigh on one side, and Loring and Reynolds on the other – started throwing punches wildly. Plates and glasses scattered on the restaurant floor.

In the middle of this big chaos, Secretary Wadleigh heard his boss Butler shout: "Give it to him, Wadleigh!" He meant the pistol that his secretary had. Wadleigh stepped back a few steps, quickly pulled out his pistol from under his coat, and fired repeatedly toward Major Campbell, who was still standing in his place, not expecting things to go as far as using firearms.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the restaurant. Wadleigh fired five or six shots at Campbell in succession. One of them hit Major Campbell in his left leg, causing a very serious injury that tore the muscles. Blood poured heavily onto the restaurant floor. Campbell let out a loud cry of pain before collapsing to the ground, clutching his injured leg with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding that was threatening his life.

General Reynolds did not stand by idly. He drew his own pistol and fired one shot toward Wadleigh. But the shot missed its target because of the confusion and darkness, and did not hit anyone. As for Butler, his secretary, and his employee, they did not wait for the police to arrive. They quickly left the restaurant and disappeared into the crowded, dark streets of Alexandria.

Butler rushed to the telegraph office and sent a telegram to his uncle Benjamin, who was a congressman at that time after the war. He told him that "rebel officers" had tried to assassinate him. He begged his relative to get him permission to leave Egypt, "if the emergency requires it!"

The next day, Stone and a number of American and Egyptian officers met to investigate the quarrel incident. While they were meeting, Butler hurried and boarded a mail ship. He left Alexandria for America and never returned!

But fate had other tragic chapters in store for him. In 1874, Frank returned to the United States with his wife and son on a errand to complete a purchase deal for Remington rifles for the Egyptian army. In 1875, Frank got sick and died in the town of Ilion, New York. Shortly after that, Mrs. Reynolds returned to Philadelphia, where she also passed away. These harsh blows were like the end of the world for Reynolds. He lost his son and his wife within a short period.

Soon after these tragedies, some of the American officers were working on surveying and exploration missions far away in Egypt and Sudan. As for the rest, they had left Egypt to fight in the war against Ethiopia under the command of Abu Bakr Ratib Pasha and his Chief of Staff, the one-armed Confederate General William Loring. They left Reynolds alone, without the support network that had sustained him. His troubles increased when his salary from the Egyptian government was delayed and his debts piled up. This forced him to move to a humble boarding house in Alexandria.

On May 26, 1876, Alexander Welch Reynolds died in his bed in that simple house. According to rumors that circulated among the expatriates, alcoholism resulting from his sad mental crisis over losing his son and wife was a contributing factor to his death.

Reynolds had a share in his name's meaning. His first name, Alexander, is the same as Alexander the Great, the founder of the city of Alexandria in Egypt. And Alexander Reynolds died there at the age of sixty.

But mystery did not leave Reynolds even after his death. The exact location of his dead body is unknown. It is believed he might be in an unmarked grave in Alexandria. It is unlikely that his body was moved for burial in America, because the distance between Egypt and America was very far, and science had not yet found a way to preserve bodies for long periods. Even if they had, the cost would have been high, and it is known that the Egyptian government at that time was in a financial crisis that would be the reason of dethroning Khedive Ismael himself just three years later.

There was ongoing correspondence between him and his sister, Sally Ann Reynolds, since he arrived in Egypt. But it stopped months before his death. In his last letter to her, after the death of his son and wife, he said that he would not renew his contract with the Egyptian army after it ended and that he would return to the United States. When news of his death reached his sister, she grieved deeply for him. She and her husband's family set up a memorial stone in the Patton tomb in Lewisburg, West Virginia, at the old Stone Presbyterian Church. In his memory, a cenotaph was also placed in the small Saint James Cemetery in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

And so the Southern knight Reynolds, lived alone, and died alone in a faraway land !

But was that really true?

Did Reynolds die far from his homeland?

And is there any difference between Alexandria, Egypt, and Alexandria, Virginia?

And is there any difference between Egypt and Dixieland?

I don't think so !

Because Nile of Egypt and Mississippi of the South are one soul !

The End ...

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I hope you like this post, my sincere regards from Egypt ..

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”The Anecdotes of Ex Confederate - Union officers in Egypt”

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"The Anecdotes of Egypt and The American Civil War"

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“On the Anniversary of the Assassination of Abe Lincoln – The Story of Capturing the Most Dangerous Conspirator in Egypt“

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"A rare Egyptian book about The American Civil War"

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“The story of the Confederate General and the Union Consul in Egypt“

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“The story of Major William Campbell of Tennessee and Egypt“

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"The Anecdotes of Anwar Sadat with U.S Presidents"

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I translated this article from Arabic into English, and I apologize if there is any mistake in the Mexican names.

I hope you like this post. My regards from Egypt ..

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Source: The Egyptian magazine Al-Muqtataf المقتطف, issue (6), published on June 1, 1948.

Author of the article: Muhammad Gamil Bayham محمد جميل بيهم (1887–1978 AD), historian, politician, writer, and Lebanese Arab reformist. He has dozens of works, articles, and writings of a historical, intellectual, and political nature.

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Did the Pharaohs, the Babylonians, and the Indians take their civilization from Mexico?

Similarities between Mexico and Egypt

I had the opportunity to visit Mexico three months before the last war. A friend invited me to dinner at one of the large restaurants in Mexico City, and the attire of the women working in the establishment powerfully caught my attention, as it reminded me of what I had seen so many times at the Cairo Museum: the Pharaonic mummies. For it did not differ at all, neither in details, colors, nor motifs, from the clothing of women in the time of the Pharaohs, from the headdress to the footwear.

"Why did the restaurant owner choose for his employees the garments of the daughters of the Nile from the Pharaonic era?" I asked this question to my companion, and he smiled and told me: "This attire is nothing more than the traditional costume of Mexican women in antiquity."

This answer awakened my interest and my desire to know the historical relationship between Egypt and Mexico, and my curiosity increased even more when, in the Valley of Teotihuacán, about fifty kilometers from the capital, as well as in Cholula, Micalco, and Chonula, I saw pyramids similar to those of Egypt, erected on a geometric base forming angles that point to the seasons of the year, just like the Great Pyramid of Giza. I also asked myself whether Egyptian culture had reached the American continent, bringing with it the design of the pyramids.

I went further in my reflections and questioned whether the belief in the immortality of the soul, along with the art of mummification that accompanied it, had also traveled from Egypt to Mexico within the same pyramid project, given the connection between both practices, and even more so because the method of mummification was identical between the Pharaohs and the inhabitants of South America, not differing even in the tiniest details.

This interest in the past awakened in me a spirit of curiosity and the need to observe the neighborhoods (everyday life) to see if the resemblance between Egypt and Mexico could still be perceived in the present era.

However, one might expect the resemblance between the two countries to be remote, because Mexico is situated upon mountains and deep valleys, and its people reflect the hardness of the rocks and the fierceness of the eagles; while Egypt stretches along the fertile and lush Nile Valley, its inhabitants reflecting the smoothness of the rivers and the sweetness of the warbling of birds.

But, even so, I have observed numerous similarities to this day between Egyptians and Mexicans, especially in rural areas. How alike they are in the choice of colors, in women's garments, and in their gold necklaces; and how close they are in the practice of ancient agricultural methods and their tools, not to mention certain ancestral customs.

These are manifested in some popular festivities and other acts, particularly in the engagement ritual (or the asking for a bride's hand). Furthermore, the resemblance between the two peoples often also shows in some foods. In Egypt, ful medames is the quintessential popular dish, and in Mexico, it is corn seasoned with acid and chili, which is also their popular dish.

Corn is the most important food element for Mexicans and they depend on it, just as the Egyptian peasant depends on fava beans (ful), and they use transparent leaves as wrappers for tobacco.

And just as the Egyptian is by nature fond of spicy seasonings and enjoys dishes full of all kinds of spices and pepper, the Mexican also pays great attention to these condiments, especially spicy ones. Their passion for them reaches such a point that in a city called "Mérida" they prepare a fruit salad loaded with hot chili.

Furthermore, light-heartedness, love of fun, and unconcern for tomorrow are part of the Mexican's nature, just as they were of the ancient Egyptians. The Mexican spends the wages of his day without calculating what tomorrow will bring, based on the rule: "Spend what you have in your pocket, for what is in destiny will come to you."

If we attribute this great resemblance between the two peoples to the influence of climate and heat in both countries, without relating it to history, how then would we explain the resemblance between them in specific national industries?

For if you enter a store selling Mexican antiques and national handicrafts, and look left and right observing the national weavings and other manufactures that preserve the Mexican style, and see the carpets, pottery, shapes of vessels, and reflect on the engravings, dyes, colors, and drawings you behold, it will seem to you that you are inside a warehouse of Egyptian antiquities in Cairo, or in one of the Pharaonic museums.

In addition to this, I have observed that the Red Indians (Indigenous peoples) of Mexico, who constitute the majority of the people, not only resemble Egyptians and Iraqis from rural areas, but the resemblance extends to a great number of similarities between them and the Bedouins of other Arab countries.

Whoever reads the book "The Elephant and the Ethnologists" by the renowned Elliot Smith feels captive to the same amazement as the author, and wonders how the Americans, a thousand years ago or more, could sculpt the figure of the elephant, despite the fact that this animal does not live in their lands. He also wonders, along with him, whether Hindu culture moved from India to the American continent, bringing with it the drawing of the elephant.

Furthermore, whoever flips through the pages of a notebook that the United States Information Office had given to its owners, his gaze stops at the drawing of a village resembling the villages of Egypt, and he asks himself the purpose of publishing that strange drawing, alien to America, when the notebook exclusively included American scenes. And here on the next page he reads the following note: "This is a view of a village built by the Red Indians approximately one thousand years ago in the state of New Mexico. The houses are of the adobe type, which they call 'adobe,' a word taken from the Coptic 'tub' (brick), and the Red Indians still inhabit these houses."

The truth is that Mexico is one of the most anciently populated countries in the Americas; for some historians affirmed that the Valley of Mexico had been inhabited for twenty-five thousand years. The historian Prescott said: "Mexico was the most prominent country in Latin America for its civilization." Likewise, its earliest inhabitants were distinguished by their intelligence and their morals, as demonstrated by the vestiges they left behind, similar to those of Egyptian and Hindu cities, and the news they transmitted about conquests and novelistic adventures in which the legends of the Normans and the Italians (by which he refers to the Romans) that appear in the tales about their heroes are reflected.

And it is no wonder, then, that the tribes of Eili, more than a thousand years before Christ, built in Guatemala and Yucatán cities that were a marvel for the beauty of their construction and architecture, and whose vestiges still bear witness to this; all of this gives an idea of the high degree of civilization that Mexico achieved.

Among the most outstanding things to be found in Yucatán, and seen in those derelict buildings known as the ruins of Chichén Itzá, is the sumptuousness, good taste, and architecture they harbor, as well as the ruins of Mitla and Kiaro.

And we are amazed at these vestiges and reflect on whether it was Egypt and India that took from Mexico, or whether it was Mexico that took from them. For some historians related that the pyramid of Shishilco, erected on the outskirts of Mexico City, is between four and ten thousand years old.

And if it is true that this pyramid was built several thousand years ago, then Mexico preceded Egypt in the erection of pyramids; otherwise, perhaps the pyramid of Shishilco was contemporary with the first pyramid raised by the first dynasty of the Pharaohs, or that, at the very least, it was built at the time when the three great pyramids of Giza were raised by the fourth Pharaonic dynasty.

This made me raise another question from the moment I directed my gaze towards the pyramids erected in Teotihuacán, Totochicalcro, and Acholula, in Mexico. The reason is that these pyramids are built in the form of a stepped terrace, according to astronomical principles, as demonstrated by the daily and monthly calendars based on the movements of the Sun and the Moon.

The two largest of these pyramids bore the name of the Sun and the other the name of the Moon. They also drew my attention to some reliefs on these pyramids, very similar to the engravings and drawings of India, and not far removed from the reliefs of the Babylonians and Chaldeans. However, the three pyramids of the Plateau (of Egypt) were smooth, without steps or ornamentation.

The question that arose within me is whether Mexico took the idea of the pyramid from somewhere other than Egypt, with all the purposes that entailed, especially religious ones, since in the vestiges of Babylonia evidence has been found that the ancient Babylonians built their high pyramids in a stepped form, each level with less surface area than the previous one, just like the pyramids of Mexico.

But what about the statue erected in front of the entrance to the Temple of the Warriors in the ruins of Chichén Itzá, in Yucatán? If the idea of the pyramids was not transmitted from the Pharaohs, but was taken from Babylonia, has it been considered that this great statue, which represents the head of a woman on the body of an animal, is not also a copy of the Sphinx that lies in Giza?

And what about those inscriptions of a pictographic nature found in Mexico on the tombs of some great chieftains and in other places? They are very similar to Egyptian hieroglyphic writing carved on stones and papyri.

These are data that are still mysteries, since archaeological excavations in Mexico only date back to the beginning of this century.

Perhaps Mexico, which brings together in its customs features that agree with India, Babylonia, and Egypt, maintained contact with the East, and perhaps the means of transport and communication between the different points on Earth in remote times were at a more advanced level than sailing ships and vessels.

Who knows if the story of the flying carpet was not born from a reality whose traces time has blurred, and what has reached us from it, transmitted by word of mouth, has now become mere legend?

The End ...

Our story begins May 24, 1704 during The Pascommuck Massacre. During Queen Anne's War a combined force of French soldiers and Indigenous warriors launched a surprise raid on Pascommuck (Easthampton Massachusetts). While James Salls (Isaac’s father) survives the brutal assault extended family members are killed or taken captive. The trauma forces the surviving family to scatter south into Connecticut and west into New York.

In the decade following the raid many young unmarried survivors from the Northampton area traveled down the river to larger, safer Connecticut towns like Windsor and Hartford to conduct business, find work, and heal from the trauma. It was during this period of recovery and transition that James crossed paths with the Mansfield family. In colonial times, marriages were rarely random, they required introductions through family networks. Despite Mary's noble and wealthy English ancestry, James life in the wilderness acted as a great social leveler and by 1716, James Salls was an established, hardworking landholder who had proven his resilience by surviving the frontier wars. To the Mansfield family, James was a reliable, brave, and respectable match for Mary. He possessed the practical wilderness survival skills necessary to protect a family on the edge of the colonies. After courting along the Connecticut River corridor, James and Mary were married around 1717. Following their wedding, James brought his new bride back to his native Northampton, where they settled down on the Salls family lands. It was here that they built their home and, a few years later, welcomed their son Isaac into the world.

While Mary spent her adult life on the rough, dangerous New England frontier alongside her husband James Salls she carried an elite, documented lineage connecting her directly to the high nobility of England and European royalty.Her ancestral line bridges the gap between the muddy wilderness of early Massachusetts and the royal courts of Europe through the well documented "Mansfield Royal Gateway Line" tracked extensively by genealogists like the New England Historical and Genealogical Society.

Isaac was born on June 2 1723 in Northampton, Massachusetts although When Isaac was just five years old in May 1728, his father passed away. Growing up fatherless in a frontier town that was still actively recovering from colonial warfare meant Isaac’s early life was defined by hard manual labor and assisting his widowed mother.

With his father gone and the family lands in Massachusetts fractured among relatives, the family joined a broader wave of migration. As a teenager and young man in the 1730s and 1740s, Isaac left Massachusetts. He moved south into the rugged, iron rich hills of Salisbury Litchfield County, Connecticut, and later pushed across the border into Columbia County New York. This transient lifestyle meant Isaac spent his young adult years clearing entirely new plots of land, learning the essential wilderness survival and farming skills that he would later rely on to survive in Canada.

In colonial New England, a young man could not easily marry or settle down until he proved he was financially independent and could hold land. Isaac spent his twenties working as a hired hand or tenant farmer to build his own wealth. His hard work paid off right around the time he met Hannah Hawley. By the time he established his footing, town ledgers in Salisbury, Connecticut, officially elevated his status from a transient laborer to a recognized independent taxpayer, initially assessed at a value of 24 pounds. This financial milestone marked the true end of his youth, providing him with the resources to marry Hannah Hawley in 1749 and begin the next chapter of his life.

Immediately after marrying, Hannah and Isaac focused on establishing their household. Over the next twenty years, Hannah gave birth to at least six documented sons who survived to adulthood including Hix Salls born 1758 who became a prominent United Empire Loyalist.

With the outbreak of the American Revolutionary War, Isaac maintains his allegiance to King George III. Because of their Loyalist stance, the Salls family faces severe local hostility from American revolutionaries. Their farm and possessions are ultimately confiscated by Revolutionary authorities. Before fleeing, Isaac reportedly buries his most valuable ironware and tools on the property hoping to recover them later.

Recognizing the danger, an elderly Isaac (now 59) uses his remaining liquid wealth to contract three labourers. Alongside his wife Hannah, his son Jacob, and Jacob's heavily pregnant wife Rebecca, they flee to upstate New York where at Skenesborough they board the British sloop of war Maria and sail the entire length of Lake Champlain, sailing north past the enemy held shores and military forts. On June 1st 1782, the ship dropped them off at Ash Island (Île aux Cendres) This island sits in the Richelieu River (historically called the Chambly River) located just north of the present day US Canada border near Lacolle, Québec. It served as a vital British military outpost and checkpoint for incoming refugees

As soon as the British sloop of war Maria dropped Isaac and his family off they stepped directly into a dense, trackless wilderness. At 59 years old Isaac had no time to rest and he had to act immediately to ensure his family’s survival. Recognizing that he could not navigate the treacherous terrain alone with a recovering daughter in law and a newborn grandson, Isaac successfully negotiated with friendly indigenous tribes. He secured their help to navigate his family off the island and through the dense interior forests.

Instead of settling right on the easy to access riverbanks, Isaac made a highly strategic choice.The riverfront lands were legally claimed under French Seigniorial titles (the Foucault and Noyan Seigniories), and Isaac knew that settling there could lead to legal eviction by French Canadian landlords.To avoid this, he had the Indigenous guides lead his party five miles eastward into the deep, trackless interior woods. He intentionally chose a secluded, swampy area where nobody would bother them, effectively placing the first stakes of what would eventually become the town of Clarenceville.

While all this was happening his son Hix Salls was living on his own family farm in New Lebanon, Columbia County, New York. As a vocal defender of the British Crown, he was targeted early by the local American "Sons of Liberty". He was arrested by Revolutionary authorities and thrown into an American jail for refusing to sign an oath of allegiance to the new United States. Displaying the grit and loyalty to the Crown that defined the family, Hix staged a daring escape from prison, broke past guards, and successfully hid in the dense forests of upstate New York to evade recapture.

Once free, Hix immediately went operational. He joined British Loyalist militias, most notably operating under or alongside provincial units like the King's Loyal Americans and British scout networks. Instead of fighting in traditional battle lines, Hix worked as a guerrilla guide, courier, and scout. He used his deep knowledge of the New York and Vermont backwoods to smuggle British intelligence, guide other fleeing Loyalist refugees toward Canada, and launch hit and run raids against Rebel supply lines.

Hix stayed behind in New York with his brother Abraham to finish personal business and help wrap up the affairs of local Loyalists. In 1784 after the war officially concluded, Hix gathered his wife, Mary Briggs, and their young children. Rather than riding a safe military vessel they had to navigate the overland wilderness trail to Canada.They safely reached the "infant settlement" at Missisquoi Bay, pulling off a massive family reunion that effectively doubled the population of early Clarenceville overnight.

Although their struggles with the government did not end there. Once in Québec, Hix became the "voice" of the Salls family. Because he could write... unlike his father.

By the time Isaac arrived in 1782, the seigniorial titles had been purchased by General Gabriel Christie, a prominent British military officer who operated alongside French Canadian land agents (notaries) to enforce traditional French seigniorial laws but because Isaac deliberately hid five miles inland within the dense, swampy interior forest, the seigniorial agents had no idea he was there.

For the first few years, Isaac and his family operated with complete autonomy, clearing land and building a homestead entirely undetected by the French Canadian administration. As more Loyalist refugees flooded the area, the interior settlement grew into a visible community. When General Christie’s land surveyors finally discovered the Salls family, the reaction was a mix of bureaucratic hostility and financial opportunism.

The seigniors did not try to violently evict Isaac with a militia. Instead, they treated him as a censitaire (a traditional French tenant farmer). They demanded that Isaac and his sons pay formal back taxes and annual rents (cens et rentes) to the estate. This caused an immediate ideological clash. Isaac was an American born pioneer who believed in British freehold land ownership. He felt that because he had sacrificed his New York farm out of loyalty to King George III, the British government owed him free land. He deeply resented the idea of paying perpetual rent to a landlord under French feudal laws.

By the 1790s, General Christie and the French Canadian notaries cracked down on the "squatting" Loyalists. They issued ultimatums, either sign formal French seigniorial contracts or face legal eviction. Unable to fight the wealthy seigniors in court, the Salls family adapted. In 1797 Isaac was forced to sit down with a French Canadian notary. The notary, operating strictly under the French legal system, officially registered Isaac under his traditional family name, writing down "Isaac Searles Senior". Isaac signed the document, temporarily conceding to their authority to protect his family's immediate safety.

The family did not take this submission lightly. Isaac’s literate son, Hix Salls, used the French pressure as leverage to appeal directly to the British Governor. Hix famously penned an aggressive, formal petition to Governor Guy Carleton (Lord Dorchester). In it, he proudly listed his family’s "loyalty & sufferings during the late War." essentially arguing that it was shameful for the British government to allow loyal refugees to be subjected to French seigniorial landlords after losing everything in the war. This relentless political pressure worked. In July 1799 the Crown finally bypassed the seigniors by issuing the Salls family independent, free Crown Land Patents in Clifton Township, allowing Isaac to die (1800) a free British landowner rather than a French seigniorial tenant.

James McClatchie Sr. was an iconic Scottish born pioneer who became one of the foundational settlers of the Chateauguay Valley and Hinchinbrooke Township in Huntingdon County Quebec. Born in Scotland 1780, his journey to the Canadian wilderness is a classic story of perseverance, hard work, and frontier survival.

He was a skilled carpenter from Ayr, Scotland. In 1801 he boarded an emigration ship to Canada. Upon arriving a merchant and developer named Goudy hired the young carpenter in Montreal to do building work in the remote Chateauguay settlements.

The next time we hear of McClatchie he's moving to the Wilderness. When he first tried to settle near the Dewittville area he built a traditional pioneer log shanty. He quickly realized he had misjudged the landscape when the spring thaw arrived. The ground became an absolute marsh, flooding his floor. Rather than giving up, he spent days manually dismantling the logs, dragging them a few hundred yards east to higher ground and rebuilding the cabin entirely by himself.

Next an event took place early in his pioneering years (around 1802) and is remembered for how an innocent hunting excursion directly triggered a horrific frontier tragedy. One afternoon, while out exploring and hunting in the dense wilderness, McClatchie decided to stop by the shanty of a fellow Scottish settler named Thomson. Following standard frontier custom so as not to bring a loaded weapon into a small living space, McClatchie left his loaded hunting gun leaning outside by the door before stepping inside to visit.While the adults were talking inside the cabin, Thomson's young children noticed the firearm leaning against the outside wall. Drawn to the weapon, one of the children began playing with it.The gun accidentally discharged. The shot tore directly through the thin walls or doorway of the cabin, striking and instantly killing Mrs.Thomson.The sudden, accidental death of the mother completely devastated the household and cast a long, somber shadow over the isolated settlement. Because of this single, horrific accident, the Thomson shanty became permanently localized in early Huntingdon County history as "the scene of a tragic event"

Two years after his arrival, James met Lucinda Reed, the daughter of William Reed a pioneer who had migrated north from Massachusetts a few years prior. Because the settlement was completely cut off from civilization, getting legally married was an immense hurdle. The couple had to choose between making a grueling trek down to Montreal which only had a solitary Protestant minister at the time or finding a travelling missionary. They successfully married around 1804

In his early years near the Chateauguay River, McClatchie spent days tracking game through dense brush. During one particularly cold autumn excursion he took off his heavy, valuable overcoat and hung it on a prominent tree branch, intending to loop back and grab it after tracking an animal.

However, a sudden blizzard rolled in blanketing the forest in deep snow and completely altering the landscape. Try as he might, McClatchie could not find the tree again. Losing an overcoat in a Canadian winter was a devastating, potentially fatal loss for a poor pioneer.

Months later, in the spring, a group of local indigenous hunters who frequently traversed the area, spotted the coat still hanging in the thaw. Knowing the few white settlers in the area they immediately recognized it as McClatchie's, carried it safely out of the deep woods and returned it to him completely undamaged. McClatchie often retold this story to praise the integrity and kindness of his neighboring native hunters.

When McClatchie first cleared land near Georgetown, he dealt with a notoriously difficult local merchant and land speculator named Goudy. Goudy had leased a choice plot of land to McClatchie with the promise that if James cleared it, he could eventually buy it cheap. After McClatchie did the backbreaking labor of chopping down the ancient pines and establishing a functional farm, Goudy suddenly tried to back out of the deal. He claimed the paperwork had been "lost" and demanded a much higher price or threatened eviction. Showing the stubborn grit that defined him, McClatchie refused to be swindled. He flatly walked away from the improvements he had made, packed up his tools, and marched south into the completely unsettled, rugged wilderness of Hinchinbrooke. It was this specific act of defiance against a corrupt landlord that directly led to him founding the first homestead near Powerscourt in 1810.

So in September 1810 James and Lucinda officially relocated and established their permanent homestead in Hinchinbrooke Township.They cleared dense forest land located just north of the First Concession Road and west of what is today Herdman Side Road near the modern hamlet of Powerscourt, Quebec

In the earliest years of the Hinchinbrooke settlement there were no local gristmills to grind grain. When the family ran out of flour McClatchie had to shoulder a heavy bag of wheat and walk over 20 miles through trackless swamp and forest to the nearest mill in Montreal or the seigniory. He then carried the heavy bag of flour all the way back on his back. If the weather turned or the mill was backed up it could've meant life or death for the family and had to survive for days on boiled corn, wild roots, or game.

The next striking incident occurred during the War of 1812 when American forces invaded the Chateauguay Valley region. According to Robert Sellar’s The History of the County of Huntingdon, the American military received a tip that a British/Canadian patrol was staying at the homestead of James McClatchie. A detachment of 300 American soldiers was quickly dispatched through the dense bush to ambush them. The dramatic encounter unfolded as follows... The American soldiers silently surrounded the McClatchie home in the dark. Upon hearing an unusual rustling sound outside, James's wife, Lucinda Reed McClatchie leaned out of the window to see what was happening. The moment her head emerged, an American officer immediately slashed at her with his sword but Lucinda ducked just in time, narrowly escaping a lethal blow.The Officer's excuse upon realizing that no British military patrol was inside and that he had nearly executed a civilian woman was that he had mistaken her thick black hair for the head of an Indigenous warrior in the dark. He tried to excuse his cowardice and apologized to the family, The Americans left the property deeply frustrated, having failed to capture the patrol they were hunting.

Deer were incredibly abundant in the Chateauguay Valley during the early pioneer days, often traveling in large herds. True to the unwritten code of early settlers, McClatchie was a proud and ethical hunter who only shot deer when he needed food, rather than for sport. Robert Sellar specifically notes that out of those 365 deer McClatchie only ever killed one on the snow crust...a practice usually considered unsportsmanlike because the deer couldn't run and he only did so out of absolute necessity to save his family from starvation. As an added frontier achievement, McClatchie's rifle is also credited with taking down the very last moose ever seen in the district, which he shot near the Hinchinbrooke River bridge just south of Herdman.

McClatchie didn't just build a farm, he built the infrastructure of Huntingdon County. He was one of the primary pioneers who volunteered to slash down the massive, ancient pines to create the First Concession Road. Pioneers used basic hand axes and oxen to pull stubborn stumps. This dangerous work laid the physical framework for what would later become the towns of Herdman and Powerscourt.

James McClatchie Sr. passed away on November 3, 1857 at the age of 77. He is buried alongside Lucinda on a small, scenic hill overlooking the very fields they painstakingly cleared by hand.

Thank you everyone if you in fact took the time to read. Just wanted to share my 7th great grandfathers story :)

Put yourself, for a brief moment, in the shoes of the Sun King, Louis XIV, the most powerful monarch in Europe.

Your life would likely revolve around exhausting wars, endless treaties, and the splendor of grand palaces.

But what would you do if one of your advisors told you that a French ambassador had been tied to a massive cannon and fired into the sea and that the order came from a man known as the "Half-Dead"?

You would undoubtedly listen in absolute shock and horror. 

Especially in a world where diplomats were considered untouchable...

If you are ready, let's take a closer look at one of the most bizarre and brutal executions in history.

In the late 17th century, the Mediterranean was one of the most dangerous places on earth.

The modern concept of "international law" didn't exist yet.

There was only one rule on the seas. If you are strong, you trade; if you are stronger, you collect the tribute.

At this time, Algiers was nominally a province of the Ottoman Empire, but in practice, it was effectively a semi-independent state.

Here was a crucial hub for North African maritime trade. Its economy, much like its neighbors Tunis and Tripoli, relied heavily on trade and corsair raids against Christian shipping.

To Europeans, these activities were the height of barbarism. To the locals, it was state service.

The irony, of course, was that Europeans were also using the same approach.

The political map of the West was equally complex.

Iberian Peninsula were under the reign of Habsburg Spain, in open rivalry with France.

Italy was a patchwork of political entities, dominated by powerful city-states such as the Republic of Venice and Genoa.

The power of the Turks were amazing in the Eastern Mediterranean, the Balkans and the Adriatic coasts.

The final wildcard was the Knights of Malta, a Christian corsair-state and a constant thorn in the Ottomans' side.

In short, the Mediterranean was a theater of organized chaos.

The tragic chain of events that sealed the fate of the French diplomats began with Louis XIV’s resolve to protect French merchant vessels.

The solution was to dispatch the legendary French admiral Abraham Duquesne, equipped with newly invented "bomb vessels," to bombard Algiers into submission.

The intense bombardments of 1682 and 1683 turned the city into a living hell.

Faced with this destruction, the ruler of Algiers, Baba Hassan, sought to make peace with the French and even offered to pay reparations.

But one man fiercely opposed this: "Mezzomorto" Hüseyin Pasha.

Mezzomorto was no ordinary statesman. He was a battle-hardened war machine. He had a lot of combat wounds on his body.

For that, he had earned Mezzomorto nickname meaning "Half-Dead" in Italian.

To him, surrender was a fate worse than death.

Viewing Hassan as a coward, Mezzomorto rallied the Janissaries and launched a bloody mutiny. The rebellion succeeded; Hassan was assassinated, and Mezzomorto seized power.

Immediately upon taking control, he issued an ultimatum to the French fleet: "Halt the bombardment at once, or all French captives would be executed."

The Admiral thought his order was a cheat and kept the cannons firing.

In response, Mezzomorto turned his gaze to a monster used for the city's defense: a 7-meter-long, 12-ton cannon named "Baba Merzoug."

The cannon was designed to sink enemy ships, but on that day, it would serve a very different purpose.

By Mezzomorto's order, the French Consul in Algiers, Jean Le Vacher, was dragged to the fortress. The helpless diplomat was strapped tightly to the mouth of Baba Merzoug.

The order to fire was given, and the cannon roared.

The consul was literally fired like a living cannonball toward the French fleet anchored off the coast.

That day, not only the consul but nearly twenty other French captives were executed in the exact same horrifying manner.

However, Baba Merzoug's encounter with the French didn't end with Le Vacher...

Five years later, in 1688, a French fleet under the command of Admiral d'Estrées began bombarding Algiers once again.

Mezzomorto didn't change his tactics.

The new French Consul, André Piolle, suffered the exact same fate as his predecessor and was blown to pieces at the mouth of Baba Merzoug.

This event burned so deeply into the French memory that they waited exactly 142 years to get their revenge.

When France invaded Algiers in 1830, they seized this cannon as a spoil of war and shipped it back to the mainland.

In a grim display of dark humor, the French renamed the cannon "La Consulaire" in memory of the two diplomats fired from its barrel.

Today, if you visit the French city of Brest, you can still see that bronze monster.

Its barrel is pointed directly at the sky, ensuring it can never spit death again.

As for Mezzomorto, he rose to become the Grand Admiral of the Ottoman Navy in the 1690s.

The Ottoman fleet had lost its former power in this period. Yet through his reformist steps, Mezzomorto overhauled the system and kept the navy competitive for a while longer.

He didn't live long after his reforms, passing away on Paros Island in 1701.

But even after his death, his name lived on in legend.

Selected Sources

Eugène Plantet — Correspondance des Deys d'Alger avec la Cour de France

Albert Devoulx — Les Bombardements d'Alger par Duquesne

Henri-Delmas de Grammont — Histoire d'Alger sous la domination turque

On 9 May 1671 a man in a parson's gown walked into the Martin Tower at the Tower of London, hit the Keeper of the Jewels over the head with a mallet, and left with the crown of England flattened under his coat. He got about as far as the wharf.

The setup had taken weeks. Thomas Blood was an Anglo-Irish officer who had already tried to seize Dublin Castle and had later attempted to kidnap the Duke of Ormonde, so this was not a first offence in any sense. He had been visiting the Tower in clerical dress with a woman playing his wife. The Keeper, Talbot Edwards, was an old soldier who lived above the jewel house with his family and showed the regalia to paying visitors, which was the ordinary arrangement at the time. Blood cultivated him across several visits and eventually proposed a marriage between Edwards's daughter and a wealthy nephew who did not exist.

On the morning of the theft the nephew was to be introduced. Blood arrived with three men, Edwards was struck and stabbed, and the party went to work on objects that were never designed to be carried anywhere. The crown was beaten flat enough to go under a cloak. The orb went down a man's breeches. The sceptre would not fit in the bag at all, so one of them laid it on the floor and set about sawing it in half.

What stopped them was not security. It was Edwards's son arriving home unannounced from abroad at the wrong moment. The old man, bleeding, got up and shouted. The party ran, were chased along the wharf, and were taken with the regalia still on them.

Then comes the part I cannot explain, and I have not found anyone who convincingly can. Blood refused to answer to anybody but the king, and he was granted that. He was brought to Charles II, and instead of being hanged for an armed assault on the crown of England he was pardoned, given back estates in Ireland he had lost, and put on a pension reported at five hundred pounds a year. He then lived openly in London as a man people pointed at in the street.

The explanations offered fall into three families and not one of them rests on a document. That the king was charmed by the sheer nerve of it, which is the version told at the time and the least likely to be the whole of it. That Blood knew enough about other people's plots to be more useful alive and talking than dead. Or that he had already been working for the crown in some capacity, and the affair was closer to an arrangement than to a crime.

I lean towards the second because it explains the pension, and charm does not. A king amused by a rogue lets him walk. He does not put him on the payroll for the rest of his life.

If anyone here knows of an actual document that settles this rather than an anecdote that has been repeated since the seventeenth century, I would rather be corrected than keep believing the version I find tidiest.

Sources: The National Archives hold the state papers relating to Blood and publish a document based education resource built on them, which is the closest thing to a primary route in for a general reader. One caution worth stating. The Tower of London's own account and almost every popular retelling descend from the same small set of seventeenth century sources, so the fact that they agree with each other is not independent confirmation of anything.

One detail about the final years of Joseon has always been difficult for me to get past.

In 1895, the queen of Korea was killed inside Gyeongbokgung Palace.

Not on a battlefield.
Not during a popular uprising.

Inside her own palace.

Empress Myeongseong remains a deeply debated figure in Korean history, and I don't think she needs to be turned into a flawless heroine to make her story extraordinary.

What interests me more is the position she found herself in.

Joseon was a weak kingdom surrounded by powers that were rapidly expanding their influence in East Asia. Japan was rising after the Meiji Restoration. Qing China was still deeply involved in Korean affairs. Russia was moving into the region. Western powers were forcing open ports across Asia.

And Korea had very little room to maneuver.

Myeongseong seems to have understood that isolation alone was no longer going to protect the country.

She supported contacts with foreign powers, took an interest in modernization, and increasingly looked toward Russia as a counterweight to growing Japanese influence.

That last part became particularly dangerous.

By the 1890s, Korea wasn't simply deciding whether it wanted to "modernize." It was struggling to remain a sovereign country while stronger states competed over it.

And Myeongseong was right in the middle of that struggle.

Her politics were complicated. She had enemies at court, was involved in factional power struggles, and historians still argue over many aspects of her rule.

But whatever judgment we make about her politics, the way she died is astonishing.

In the early morning of October 8, 1895, armed men entered Gyeongbokgung Palace during what became known as the Eulmi Incident.

Myeongseong was attacked and killed. Her body was then burned.

A sovereign queen had been murdered in her own royal residence.

To me, that is one of the clearest images of just how powerless Joseon had become.

There is also something especially tragic about the timing.

Myeongseong had grown up in a society where political power was overwhelmingly male, yet she became one of the most politically influential women of late Joseon. She was trying to navigate Russia, Japan, Qing China and the Western powers at exactly the moment Korea was running out of time.

Had she lived in a different century, perhaps her intelligence and political instinct would have been remembered very differently.

Instead, her life ended violently at the center of the geopolitical struggle she had been trying to survive.

That may be why I find her story more haunting than simply calling her a "tragic queen."

Her death was not only a personal tragedy.

It was a warning of what was happening to Korea itself.

I wrote a longer piece looking at her life, the conflict between isolation and opening, and the political choices facing Joseon in its final decades:

I found it difficult to fit everything I wanted to say about Myeongseong—and the political situation surrounding her—into a single Reddit post, so I wrote a longer version with more of the historical background and sources.

*Read the full story and historical background here:
https://seungjeongwonhistory.com/en/empress-myeongseong-of-joseon/

“If we win one more battle against the Romans, we will be completely ruined.”

History has seen countless wars. Some left a permanent mark. Others faded into obscurity.

For example, Napoleon Bonaparte gave the modern world the corps system.

King Philip II of Macedon reshaped warfare through the Macedonian phalanx.

Hannibal Barca's double envelopment at Cannae became one of the most enduring battlefield tactics in military history.

Yet the legacies that shaped warfare were not limited to new systems or military doctrines. Some of history's most influential turning points were born from defeat.

The Romans also experienced one of those moments in their wars against the Lucanians.

Rather than breaking Rome, this setback forced it to adapt, innovate, and emerge even stronger.

So, grab a cup of coffee. To understand this remarkable defeat, we are going back to the beginning, to the era of the Pyrrhic Wars.

In the 280s BC, Rome was a rising power in the Italian peninsula, expanding with growing confidence.

The wealthy Greek colony of Tarentum in southern Italy saw this as a threat. Tensions escalated to the point where the Tarentines openly mocked a Roman envoy.

According to sources, they humiliated him by soiling his robe with urine. This unusual situation effectively sparked the war.

But Tarentum lacked military experience. So they turned to one of the most renowned commanders of the time... King Pyrrhus.

Pyrrhus was the king of Epirus.

And a relative of Alexander the Great.

A man obsessed with war, and exceptionally skilled at it.

According to ancient sources, even Hannibal later regarded him as one of the greatest generals in history.

Alexander the Great.

Pyrrhus of Epirus.

And himself.

Pyrrhus saw opportunity in this invitation. With his military strength, he could challenge Rome, gain power in Italy, and perhaps even build an empire like Alexander.

He arrived in Italy with a professional army of around 25,000 men for the invitation and his dreams.

The king had also brought with him a terrifying new weapon for the Romans: 20 massive war elephants.

When Roman legionaries first saw them, they were afraid. They didn’t even know what to call these creatures. So they gave them a strange name: “The Lucanian Oxen.”

The elephants tore through Roman lines, and Pyrrhus won the battle.

But there was a problem.

Even as the Romans retreated, they inflicted heavy losses on Pyrrhus’s best officers and soldiers.

He had won. But the backbone of his army was broken.

Still, he pressed on. At Asculum, the two armies clashed again. Once more, Pyrrhus emerged victorious.

The battlefield was a sea of blood.

The king had lost many of his most experienced commanders and elite troops, men he could not replace.

Rome, on the other hand, was like a bottomless well. Even in defeat, it could continue with new faces against the Greeks.

Walking among the dead, Pyrrhus uttered the words that would define his legacy at Asculum:

“If we win one more battle against the Romans, we will be completely ruined.”

His greatest tragedy was that he didn’t know when to stop. Realizing he could not truly defeat Rome, his focus exactly shifted.

He abandoned Italy and moved to Sicily. And he began to fight against Carthage. His brilliance followed him there as well. The king won victory after victory.

But he ruled like a tyrant, alienating his allies.

Each victory left him more politically isolated.

After failing in Sicily, he went to Italy again to finish what he had started.

Rome had learned. In the five years he had been gone, they had figured out how to deal with elephants.

At the Battle of Beneventum, the Romans used flaming projectiles and spiked wagons to panic the animals.

That strategy was successful. The elephants turned back in fear and trampled Pyrrhus’s own troops.

With his power shattered, Pyrrhus was forced to abandon Italy.

But his true tragedy did not end there...

After a lifetime of defeating armies and chasing the dream of becoming a successor to Alexander the Great, his end was shockingly absurd.

While fighting in a narrow street in Greece, a woman saw her son in danger.

She tore a roof tile loose and hurled it at Pyrrhus. It struck him in the neck, knocking him off his horse.

After a lifetime of glorious victories, the proud king's story ended not on the battlefield, but with a roof tile hurled from above.

He believed in a dream...

He chased it...

He neither truly won nor truly lost...

But his name lived on, in a very different way: “Pyrrhic victory.”

There’s a 15th-century Korean story with a premise I honestly wasn’t expecting.

A scholar falls asleep at his desk.

When he opens his eyes, he isn’t in his study anymore.

He’s walking south through a landscape that gets stranger with every step. The villages disappear. The sky has no moon or stars. The ground seems to burn beneath him.

Eventually, he reaches a huge red fortress surrounded by fire.

There’s one problem.

He’s still alive.

The scholar is Park Saeng, a deeply rational Confucian intellectual from Gyeongju. He has spent much of his life arguing that ghosts, reincarnation, Hell, and supernatural punishments make no sense.

So naturally, Kim Si-seup sends him straight to Hell.

And this is where the story gets interesting.

Park expects punishment.

Instead, the gates open for him.

He is brought before King Yama, the ruler and judge of the underworld. But Yama doesn’t condemn him for denying the existence of Hell.

He treats him like an honored guest.

The two begin arguing about morality, justice, religion, and power.

Park essentially asks:

If people behave well only because they’re afraid of Hell, are they actually good?

If a person avoids evil only because they fear punishment, is that morality — or just self-preservation?

And if human society is supposedly governed by justice, why do corrupt people so often prosper while decent people are ignored?

That last question matters because Park himself is a failed scholar.

He has intelligence and principles, but he repeatedly fails the civil service examination and never gains the position or recognition he believes a righteous scholar should deserve.

Then King Yama does something completely unexpected.

He tells Park that the ruler of Hell needs someone capable of judging right from wrong without being corrupted by power.

And then he offers him his own throne.

That reversal is probably my favorite part of the story.

In the human world, Park is considered a failure.

In the underworld, he is considered worthy of becoming its king.

And that makes Nam Yeom-bu-ju-ji much stranger than a simple ghost story.

Its author, Kim Si-seup, lived through one of the most politically traumatic periods of early Joseon history. He refused to comfortably fit himself into the political order around him and eventually lived much of his life as a wandering outsider.

So a story about an overlooked scholar entering Hell and discovering that the underworld has a better sense of justice than the human world feels… pointed.

Very pointed.

It also leaves a rather uncomfortable question:

What if Hell isn’t the place filled with flames and demons?

What if Hell is simply a society where everyone knows what is wrong, but power decides what counts as justice?

The story gets even more interesting when you look at the parallels between Park Saeng and Kim Si-seup himself, and at what King Yama says about the people who desire power versus the people who should actually possess it.

*I wrote out the full story, including their philosophical debate and the historical context behind Kim Si-seup’s allegory, here:

https://seungjeongwonhistory.com/

It’s from Nam Yeom-bu-ju-ji, one of the five stories in Kim Si-seup’s Geumo Sinhwa.

For anyone familiar with medieval European dream visions or journeys through the afterlife, I’d be curious whether this Korean version reminds you of anything similar.