Sendai 



held out a hand in uncertain fashion as though prac- 

 ticing a new and strange rite, allowing us to shake it 

 as we chose. But I had carelessly come without 

 cards, for hitherto we had found people incurious and 

 so had had little need to exchange these mementos. 

 The double ceremony over, the stack I held amounted 

 to about seventy, and the mayor, Satomi-San, 

 kindly ordered a supply with my name in both Eng- 

 lish and Japanese. 



We were now conducted to Schneder's hospitable 

 home and there made welcome for the length of our 

 stay. At six the next morning we reached the fish 

 market, where a group of prominent people awaited 

 us with bated breath, as Mr. Satomi had given orders 

 that nothing should be sold to any one before my 

 arrival. It was, indeed, a surprisingly solemn occa- 

 sion, the elite of the city having assembled there to do tomed 



J . . i r ceremony 



honor to us as scientists, batomi, a plump, fair- 

 skinned man with jet-black, clustering beard, wore 

 the conventional dark frock coat, the tall chief of 

 police appeared in white gloves, and the city council 

 and teachers were also in frock coats. The main 

 catch that day was shibi or tuna, the red flesh of which 

 is eaten raw or boiled and soaked in soi, a salty brown 

 sauce made from the soya bean; but I found a few 

 new or rare species. My inspection over, a member 

 of the council, Mr. Yoshioka, bought all I had laid 

 aside and presented them to Stanford University. 



At North Japan College I gave an address inter- 

 preted by Otaki. The mayor then made a gracious 

 speech translated by Nakamura, a future student 

 of Stanford, into excellent English expressing his 

 own pleasure and Sendai's gratitude for my visit, 

 my talk, and my friendship, and asking leave to pre- 



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