Oct. 16- The first comfortable bed I had had in the trip & I must leave it at 6:00 AM! Breakfast in Hotel and by 7:15 in the train ready to go to Logan.
     A cold morning with a heavy frost.
     On the train - woman with several children & a group of boisterous young men in semi-military uniforms, probably CCC workers. The R.R. took a winding course through high foothills.
     Met at Logan with David Francis, a son of the mine president. Drive through a winding narrow valley to Holden when (sic) the mines are located. Stop at the superintendent’s office. The mines are not working until Monday, so it is arranged for young Francis to show one of the surface works on this day, & then Monday go down into the mines. We leave my baggage at the Director’s Bungalow and then go for a tour of the mines. The narrow roadway is lined on either side by miner’s houses, crude ugly identical houses that seem to extend for miles.      From most of them smoke was arising from the openings. We inspected a tipple, then found it time for lunch. Our party consisted of three, Mr. Foster the opt. superintendent, young Francis, & myself. The cook, butler, waiter and general factotum of the bungalow was a Jap who, I was informed had been there for fourteen years, and had never been further than the post office; little was known of his background, & it was generally assumed he had entered the country illegally.