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 IN the days of Mar'co Po'lo, Venice was one of the richest and most powerful cities in Europe, and nowhere else,
perhaps, could one see so many magnificent palaces and churches. Venice had shrewd merchants, daring sailors, and many
ships, and it was chiefly through the enormous trade which she had built up with the East that she had grown so wealthy.
Among the most enterprising of the Ven-e'tian merchants were the father and uncle of Marco Polo. Indeed, when
Marco was a little boy, he used to hear stories of his father and his uncle that must have seemed to him almost like
fairy tales. "They went away from Venice to make a voyage to Constantinople," the little boy's friends said, "and in
Constantinople they bought a great quantity of rich jewelry. We think they must have gone into the unknown countries of
Asia to trade, perhaps even to Chi'na, where the great khan lives."
When the boy was about fourteen, his father came home, and then he had stories to tell indeed. He had gone far into
Asia, had sold the jewelry brought from Constantinople, had been at the court of the great Kub'lai Khan, ruler of
China, and now he and his brother had come back to Italy with a message from the khan to the pope. He showed the boy the
khan's golden tablets
 which he had given to the brothers. The royal cipher was engraved upon them and a command that wherever in the khan's
domain the brothers might go, his subjects should receive them with honor and should provide them with whatever they
needed. The brothers were going back to China, and now the boy was happy, for his father promised that he might go with
Then they made the long, leisurely journey from Venice to Constantinople, and across Asia to China. They traveled
through fertile valleys and sandy deserts, over stony mountains and through gloomy passes. They saw strange birds and
fruits and peoples. They visited handsome cities, and lonely tribes that had no settled homes. It was a slow journey. In
one place the sickness of the young Marco delayed them for many months. Sometimes they had. to wait for company before
they could venture through dangerous countries. Once they had to go far out of their way to avoid passing through a
region where two tribes were waging war. At length they came within forty miles of the home of the great Kublai Khan,
ruler of China. Here they were met by a large escort, sent out by the khan, and were brought into the city with every
mark of honor that could be shown them.
The khan took a strong liking to the young Marco, and gave him a position in the royal household. The young man put on
the Chinese dress, adopted the Chinese manners and customs and learned the four languages that were most used in the
country. The khan was delighted with him and often gave him a golden tablet and sent him off on a journey so that on his
return he could describe to him the wonderful things that he had seen. Marco's father and uncle were also given
positions in the khan's
 service, and by his generosity they soon became exceedingly wealthy.
China was not home, however, even after they had lived in that country for many years, and they longed to see their own
Venice. They begged the khan to allow them to return. "But why?" he asked. "It is a dangerous journey; you might lose
your lives. Do you want money or jewels? I will give you twice as much as you now have; but I care for you too much to
let you go away from me." Without the khan's tablets, the journey would be impossible; and the Polos began to fear they
would never see their home again.
Some months before this the ruler of Persia had sent an embassy to beg that a granddaughter of the Great Khan might
become his wife. The princess and a long suite of honor set off for Persia; but the way lay through a country that was
at war, and they had to return. The Persian ambassadors, however, had been away from Persia three years, and they did
not dare to remain longer at the Chinese court. Just then, Marco Polo arrived from a voyage to some of the islands off
the coast. The idea occurred to the ambassadors that they might take ship and go by water to the Persian Gulf at less
expense and with greater safety than by the overland way. They talked with the Polos, and found that they would be only
too glad to go with them. Then they begged the khan to allow the three Venetians, who were experienced sailors, to
escort them. The khan was not pleased, but he finally yielded. He gave the Polos his golden tablets, loaded them down
with presents of jewels, and they and the ambassadors and the fair young princess sailed away with a fleet of fourteen
vessels furnished with stores and provisions for
 two years. It was twenty-one months before they came to Persia. The Polos rested a year in the leisurely fashion of
those days, then returned, not to China, but to Venice, having been absent twenty-four years.
THE FLEET OF KUBLAI KHAN.
At Venice there had been rumors long before that the famous travelers were dead. They were, of course, greatly changed,
and they spoke Italian rather stiffly and queerly. It was hard to believe that these foreign-looking men in their long,
rough Tartar coats could be the members of the wealthy family of Polo. They had some trouble in getting possession of
their own palace, and even after they had succeeded, many thought the were impostors. The story is told that to convince
these doubting friends, they invited them to a magnificent banquet. Aft the feast, the coarse, threadbare coats were
brought in as
 quickly ripped open. There rolled out such a store of rubies and emeralds and diamonds and sapphires as the bewildered
guests had never seen. The whole room blazed and sparkled with them. For the sake of safety on the dangerous journey the
Polos had brought their immense wealth in this form. Then the guests were convinced that the three men were not
impostors, and they were treated with the utmost respect.
MARCO POLO'S RETURN.
War broke out between Venice and Genoa, and Marco Polo was put in command of a warship. He was taken prisoner by the
Gen-o-ese' and it was while he was in prison that he dictated to a gentleman of Genoa the stories of his travels.
All Genoa became interested, and their famous prisoner was soon set free. Copies of his book in manuscript went
everywhere. Some doubted its truth, and when the author was on his deathbed, they begged him to take back the parts of
it that they thought must be exaggerated. "There is no exaggeration in the book," he declared. "On the contrary, I have
not told half the amazing things that I saw with my own eyes."
The adventures of Marco Polo's father and uncle. — The journey to China. — The khan's kindness to Marco. — The homeward
journey of the Polos. — Their display of wealth. — Marco in prison. — His book.