The Caledonian-record. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1920-current, 1922-04-22

| the Dig DOmDefS, when Il pilot pc
gins to love. An eXuqisiteS com
munity grows up between mach
inc and pilot; each, as it were
merges into the other. The mach
inc is documentary and the pilot
the intellectual force. The levers
and controls are the nervous sys-
TEN of the machine through which
the will Of the pilot may be eX-
presSed-and expressed to an in
finitely fine degree. A flying
machine is something entirely
apart from and above all other
contrivanceS of mans ingenuity.
"The aeroplane is the nearest
thing to animate life that man has
created In the air a machine
ceases indeed to be a mere piece
of mechanism; it becomes ami
mate and is capable not only of
primary guidance and control, but
actually of expressing a pilot 5
temperament.
"The lungs of the machine. its
engines, are again the cruX of mans
wisdom. Their marvellous reliable
ity and great intlicacy are almost
as awesome as the human ANATOMY
When both engines are going well
and sychronized to the same speed
the roar of the eXhausts develops
into one long-sustained rhythmical
boom boom boom. 1t is a song of
pleasant harmony to the pilot, a
duet of cOntentment that sings Of
a perfect firing in both engines
and says that adj is well.
This melody of power doomed
pleasantly in my ears, and my
mind sought to probe the incrut-
able future, as we swept over The
coast of England at 90 miles per
hour"
OF another phase of the trip,
when it was determined TO climb
above the clouds, he wrote:-
SO we climbed steadily in a
wide ascending spiral, until we
reached an altitude of 5000 feet,
and were then just above the
clouds. Below US the snowstorm
ragged, but we had entered anoth-
en- world-a strange world, all our
own, with bright, dazzling sun
shine.
at might have been a vision of
the polar regions; it undoubtedly
felt like ii. The mighty cloud
ocean over which we We're scud-
ding resembled a polar landscape
covered with snow. The rounded
cloud contours might have been
the domes of Snow-nerged sum
mits. 1t was hard to conceive that
that amorphous eXpanse was not
actual solid. Here and there foe
culent towers and ramps hcaved
up piled like mighty snow dumps
topping and crushing into one
another. Everything was so ire
mendouS so vast, that ones sense
of proportion swayed uncontrolled.
"The cold grew more intense.
Our hands and feet lost all feel
ing and our bodies became we'll
nigh frozen. Goggles We're useless
owing to the ice, and we suffered
much agony through being COM
PEELED to keep a lookout with I'M
protected eyes Stralnlng into the
O-milcS-an-hour snow-blaSt.
"The only really cheerful OBJ
iects of the whole outfit we're our
two engines. They roared away
and sang a deep-throatcd song fill
ed with contentment and gladncsS
it did not worry them that their
radiator blinds which we kept shut
were thick coated with frozen
snow.
"Ahead doomed up a beautiful
dome shaped cloud, lined with sill
yer edges. 1t was symbolical; and !
when all seemed dark, this re-
kindled in me the spark of hope. /
By the side of the cloud with the |
silver lining there extended gull |
about two miles across. As we
burst out over it | looked down |
into its abysmal depths.
d" At the bottom lay the world.
As far as the eye could reach, in
every direction stretched the il
limitable cloud sea, and the only
break now lay beneath US. 1t re-
sembled a tremendous crater, with
sides clean cut as a shaft. Down /
this wonderful cloud avenue
headed the Vimy, slowly descend
ing in wide spiral The escape
this marvellous gateway,
1000 feet deep, that seemed to link
the realms of the infinite with the
lower world of mortals. was the
most soul-stirrinG episode of the
whole voyage Snow was falling
heavily from the clouds that en-
circled us, yet down, down We
went in an almost snOw-free at
The omen was good;
fan. Fortune rode with us. The
landscape was covered deep in
snow, but we picked out a fairly
large town, which my brother at
once said was Roannc. This indi-
lated that we were directly on our
route; but it seemed too good 20
ne true, for we had been flying at
over 80 miles per hour for three
lours by blind navigation, and had
lcen unable to check our course
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