October 29, 1917 Last night Sin, the Korean guide took me to a Japanese restaurant where we had sandwiches and sake to drink. The sake was warm but colorless like water and in flavor like the jew of China which I have no doubt is also rice wine or gin. Some 2 Japanese ladies dining at the Inn had phoned their sweethearts, the guide who knows Japanese told me, and the two men presently appeared, much as the same sort of affair would be conducted in our own blessed country. The Japanese women were immensely excited and vivacious as our own. The morning was cloudy and windy with rain storms driving over the landscape. We went at 10am however to the horticultural garden some six miles out of town by way of tram cars and then by rickshaw through the fields. On the way I was surprised to see Japanese and Korean men give their seats to women when the car was crowded. On the way, 2 officers boarded the car with 2 prisoners roped together. One of these officers was Japanese, while the other was Korean. The same sort of thing occurs elsewhere in the town of Seoul among police, where 2 are always stationed together, - 1 Japanese and 1 Korean. The Koreans are said however to detest the Japanese. At the Horticultural Station, a Japanese attendant showed us over the orchards of apples of fine quality and trees loaded with fruit. There were pear hedges trained as long vine-like rails and loaded by large russet pairs. Pear trees were also trained as basket-like towers etc. Peach trees were still in leaf. Grapes on trellis were seen. Many beds of mulberry trees grew in the gardens and at one place I saw men harvesting taro roots.