October 28, 1917 During the night the rain ceased and at 10am after breakfast I went with the guide to Nanzen Park, a high forest clad hill in the Eastern part of the town. This we ascended through groves of contorted pitch pine by a pretty winding road. From the crest, the city of Seoul lay spread out at our feet. The houses were chiefly tiled Japanese style, but outside the wall were clusters of thatched roofed Korean huts. North of the city, a high rugged range of hills extended, brush and forest clad in places and denuded in others. The old road to Peking with its immense gate could be seen cutting through these northern hills and the city wall. Southwest the Han River spread its quiet waters to the sea. Several Japanese shrines or temples have been erected in the pine forests of Nanzen and at these, some Japanese women were worshipping. Religion among the practical Japanese seems to have been relegated to the female sex, as it has in our civilization. At one temple the devotees rang a gong bell as they entered to announce their presence to the Gods!! We descended the hill and visited the commercial Museum near the foot. A large crowd of Koreans were spectators here. The Museum is a Japanese affair, with Japanese girls as guards in all the halls. Various grains, farm machinery, silk worms, cloth, leather, oils, wax, lacquer, matting, woods, fishes in alcohol, shell fist, nets etc. were on exhibition labeled in Chinese characters and exhibited in neat glass cases.