Oct. 18- At breakfast, Harry (the Jap) wanted me to explain the meaning of “fundamental” to him. I had a difficult time of it. He was confused by the “mental” part which he associated with the brain. He was a curious fellow. Living alone gave him the habit of talking to himself. When he was busy in the kitchen he would carry on a lively conversation much of the time. Again, when he would bring me something say like tea, when he started back to the kitchen he would begin repeating the name of the next article he should bring such as “sugar- sugar--- uh” – the last a peculiar grunt.
     After breakfast- a Mr. McGhee, superintendent of mine #20, which I was to visit, came for me in a car. It was raining. Everything seemed changed. If (sic) the houses looked more dismal than in sunlight, at the same time they were more interesting. The hills likewise looked higher & more grim. We drove about ten miles to his office at the mine, where I was equipped with a tin hat, with a light on it, which got its power from a heavy battery worn on a belt around my waist. I was required to sign a paper removing the Mine Co. of any responsibility in case of accident to me. And we were ready. We proceeded to the elevator, gave & received some signals, and we started down.
     It is almost impossible for me to describe my feeling as we went rapidly down (300 feet I was told) As the wet dripping walls of the shaft shot up away from us, and the air became damp