“Uncle says that the Eastern gents are not so devoted to the lady. “If it be true! “Am I now entering the city of Man? “How sad! “Have you any experience of writing by the car-window? “I feel a strange delight in scanning my romantically tremulous handwriting. A certain famous Jap penman takes wine before he begins, for the sake of putting his mind in a fine frenzy, as you know. The shaking of the car produces in me the same effect. Isn’t this letter great enough to be honoured on your tokonama? “Can you ever imagine how vast Amerikey is? “Yesterday our car ran all day long, over the mountains and prairies, seeing only a few huts. “O such a snowstorm in the evening! “The train rushed like a maddened dragon. It was verily an astonishingly ghastly spectacle as any human thought could ever picture. I thrilled with a feeling of tragic ecstasy, which is the highest emotion. “Can you recollect that you and I once stood under the darkest rains without an umbrella, and laughed hysterically? “I love shocking emotion. “Since I was touched by the continental air, I measure my lungs dilating two inches bigger. How sorry I shall be for you when I return! You are so tiny! I expect myself to be five inches higher within the next few months. “Amerikey is the country where everything grows, don’t you know? “Even the stars look a deal larger than in Japan. “Looking back at the Rocky Mountains, “Yours, “ASAGAO” 6th—The rocking of the train makes us babies in the cradle. The car is a modern opium resort, where we sleep and sleep. I shouldn’t wonder if we all turned into nodding Rip Van Winkles. To-day I had a sleeping contest with uncle. I was defeated. CHICAGO, 7th Chicago water is a perfect horror. Gomenyo! That’s no way to begin, is it? I never waver in saying that California girls borrow their fairness from their water. There is no question in my mind why the Chicago women—certain hundreds I saw, if you please—are barren in their complexion. “O Uncle, how many days have we to tarry here?” I asked, within an hour after we had set foot in this city. I grieve over my contact with such a city. It is no place for a lady. (Is here any lady?) It is just the place for a man. No show marked “Only for a Man” is respectable, I dare say. Are Chicago men “gentlemen?” They are not sensitive about their hats in the hotel elevator. The laundry work isn’t superb, I judge, as not every one’s shirt is snowy as a San Franciscan’s. I cannot blame their black finger-nails, as they live in smoke. Even the Frisco smoke hindered my breath at my opening moment in Amerikey. I should have died, if it had been Chicago. Bodily cleanliness is the first chapter in the whitening of the soul. How many mortals are there here with a clear soul?