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It seems very hard to realize that my dream of going to the Orient is about to come true. I have been thinking all day about the general belief that the East is the land of flowers and romance. I am sure that there are prettier flowers in the gardens of Europe than I shall ever see in Japan and China, and surely the history of Europe is replete with everything romantic, so I have concluded that the lure of the East is not in its romanticism but its mystery, its differentness, and its unaccountability from our Western standpoint. It seems very queer to go West in order to reach the East; but even in San Francisco, you get a little of the atmosphere of the Orient in its China town and the universal employment of Chinese laborers and servants here.

The good Pacific Mail ship Siberia is big enough to be comfortable, and the fare is almost as good as the Mauretania. There are about 140 on board, and a very agreeable list. Army officers, and engineers, the inevitable English and Scotch tourist, and the lady from Rochester, New York, who loves to pronounce her morning ablution baaath. I was put at the Captain's table, as I had a letter to him. The table, is full of pink roses, and in the centre is a quaint little Japanese pine tree that looks like part of the decoration of a doll's house and grounds. A Chinese steward stands behind every plate, noiseless and coment, but wholly impervious to the English language. They waste no words, such as Sir or very well, but follow the scriptural injunction as to yea, yea, and nay, nay. They dress in pajama-looking suits, very thinfor this season of the Spring, and when you look around you always imagine a woman is standing there. Tonight at dinner, they have changed from the blue ratiné effects to pure white, and they look and move around like a lot of Oriental ghosts.

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