Seoul,   Chosen,
August  30,   1928.
Dear father and mother:
My long! journey was  com- |
pleted  last  night at  7;4-0,   when  I   reached 4,hc
station at  Seoul.     A  group  of"mlssionaries  ^ere.
there  to meet us,   and  one  of them took me to
the home of Dr. Hardie,   one of the oldest and
most honored  in Korea.    He and^rs. Hardie had   ^
only an hour or two before returned  from theijpTl
vacation at  the beach.     Their daughter,   Mrs.
Fisher,   and her husband were there.     I was  to
go home with them;   and  so they left  soon;   and
we had a  long and interesting ride  over here.
Since  early afternoon it had been raining,   and by
the  time we reached  Seoul  it was coming down
in torrents.     At  one place  ontthe  road  to the
Fisher*s  the  road passed through a  tunnel  under
a  railroad.    A drainage  gutter was on one  side,
but now in the rain it was a torrent covering
the whole width of the tunnel.    We thought it
might have washed  out  the dirt road,   and we  could
not  tell how deep it wa.S| |^fter a  good deal  of
consultation,  we  got a %Bviam*'to carry a  few
necessary articles  in af^Ji-eggjR,t  on his back,  and
Be were  to  go back anotl#^r-^i**y and walk part way.
But after he had waded  tllrJligh' the water  safely,
we decided  to try driving through.     And  so  in  the
dark and  the mud and  the rain von the narrow,
hilly road we re.ached the Fi slier home.
I  am  sitting out  on the  sun porch high
above a' valley  of terraced rice  fields with a
fine view of hills and mountain ranges beyond
on all   sides.     It  is not raining now,   but  is
still  cloudy.    We have   just  finished  breakfast.
Had a  cucumber-shaped melon introduced  from
China which  serves  for cantaloupe,   apples,
wheatena,  hot rolls and   jelly,   and tea.
Mr.  and Mrs.   Fisher are a young couple,
in their thirties,   I   imagine.    Mr.- Fisher has
completed his work  for a Doctor's degree at
Columbia;   is a  teacher of Philosophy  of Education here and is the Mission treasurer.     I do
not know whether my residence is permanent
with  them.    A missionary,  Mr.  Oxford,  who met
us at; Yokohama  said he  thought  it had been
arranged  that  I was  to  stay with the Hardies,
speaks  in the highest  terms  of them;
I have been told  that Mrs.  Hardie  ''mothers  the
whole world*'.
In good  short-story fashion I have
opened with a  close-up vie?/;   now I   shall have
to  go back and pick up the antecedants.