seven in the evening
KARUIZAWA , July , 1904 . Since writing you I have had the pleasure of looking six hundred feet down the throat of Asamayama , the great volcano . If the old lady had been impolite enough to stick out her tongue , I would at present be a cinder . We started at seven in the evening on horseback . Now as you know I have ridden pretty much everything from a broom stick to a camel , but for absolute novelty of motion commend me to a Japanese horse . There is a lurch to larboard , then a lurch to starboard , with a sort of `` shiver-my-timbers '' interlude . A coolie walks at the head of each horse , and reasons softly with him when he misbehaves .