November 11, 1917 This morning we had a clear sky and a bracing north wind, so I took a long stroll to the race course west of the Bluff. A magnificent view of Fujiyama greeted me from the high ground on which the course is laid. The mountain loomed up clearly, being visible down to its very base, showing well the even or regular slope from summit to base. A more regular or symmetrical mountain is not to be found anywhere else on the earth! The snow of yesterday extended far down, one large white field lying at the base at only 3000 feet altitude, I should judge. The whole upper half is now a white sheet of snow which will remain, I suppose, until Spring. Beyond the race course a few hundred yards, a fine view of Mississippi Bay is seen with its picturesque pine clad bluffs of yellow clay at the southern extremity. At this place, the pretty photos of shell gatherers and fishermen have been taken, and colored slides and prints have been made for sale. Bordering the bay on level land are clustered Japanese houses in dense village formation. The race track made around a deep hole the center dipping down like an amphitheatre. Among the knolls in the center a golf course has been made, and today being Sunday, it was filled by foreign players with only 1 or 2 Japanese players. The race course is a mile long, but quite uneven, with a very perceptible dip at the south end, which forms the outlet of the interior hollow center.