October 30, 1917 The Fusun train pulled out of Seoul at 8:30am. A bright, dry day favored us. The road lay down through valleys filled with fields of ripe rice which the Koreans were harvesting with hand cycles, - both sexes working in their voluminous white clothes. In places the valleys narrowed among pine clad and grass grown hills. At some villages fields of mulberry bushes were seen, sericulture being one of the Korean industries. A few fields of the arrow leafed taro greeted us, but rice was practically the only crop. After tiffin, we reached rice fields long since harvested where Koreans were plowing with a red ox yoked to a spade-shaped plow like the furrow marker of California. At 4pm, we reached Yusem station where rough cliffs and high peaks bordered the railroad. These were pine clad and looked like cover for goral and deer. These high rugged hills continued down to Fusun, but darkness set in before we reached the port. The fine, large steamer lay at the dock onto which the train ran, making the transfer very convenient. Large numbers of 2nd and 3rd class Japanese passengers took passage. The women all had a child clung on their back or shoulders and some led another, larger offspring. None of these babies ever seemed to cry or be discontented, - in which they resemble their cheerful parents.