The Washington times., 1928-04-24

service, are almost normal, it
seems.
Fogs and billiards are still be-
setting this coast and all the coast
line which extends from here to
the Gulf of st. Lawrence which
narrows down and becomes
broad river.
AS we have heard of it from
those modest fellows, the condi-
tons entail a taking-Off from the
surface of q frozen lake, which Is
their own aerodrome, at q place
in the Laurentide Mountains called
Lake st. Agnes, from which point
) flight ID made over high noun.
tains, completely covered with
snow and in which there IL practi-
calIy no sign OF human habitation
except the occasional camps OF the
people who cut down the huge
Canadian timbers.
No Place to Land
There is practically no place
where landing might be made in
this part of the journey, for the
mountains are covered with for
ests and, were one to come down
on some isolated lake. he might
easily be in an impasse similar to
the one with which we were faced
when flying across Labrador In the
Bremen.
Fogs and snowstorms still beset
the region, even at this late season
OF the year when the river and
gulf are beginning to be open for
ships again after the long winter.
The route followed by Schiller and
Cusinier took them over these
mountains and back to the water
again at what I believe is called
the Manicouagan River, Mani
couagan'' being a name which the
people of the river and gulf have
for the fogs which continually
blanket their shores. From Mani
couagan River the coast line is fol.
lowed into a big blight. where the
river broadens into the bosom Of
the gulf and so, for 100 miles, until
Seven Islands Bay, where land.
ing Is made upon the ice and re.
fuelling attended to.
1t was on Saturday that those
good friends of ours reached the
Bay of Seven Islands, and there
they slept on Saturday night. leav.
ing at the break of day on Sunday
in a binding snow gale, which
made the wiseacres of the country
side shake their heads and fear for
the sanity of these brave fellows
who were coming into the wilder
ness to find us.
Through this binding storm
those gallant friends OF ours flew
on and on over a country and gulf
in which, for many long miles,
landing would be a matter of Inn
possibility. On these shores, which
/ have never seen, but which l ex-
pect to see in a day or two now,
there is practically no place where
a landing could be made and there
is no ice in the gulf where make
shift aerodrome can be found.
Binding Storm
What one needs for landing
fields for these planes that are
equipped with skis for winter
working Is some bay or blight from
the gulf, where there Is a heavy
and smooth collection of shore ice.
and this part of the journey below
Seven Islands on the way to Ma
taskwan is devoid of such qualifi-
cations, as Nataskwan is approach.
ed, however, there are better places
for landing fields again, and our
rescuerS must have felt easier in
their hearts as they saw this better
terrain winging underneath them
and knew that they were getting
closer tn their destination
At length, slIirting the coast line
where it turns almost due north
and veers towards Labrador along
the Straits of Belle Isle, they
fought their way to us and a per.
feet landing was effected, first at
Long Point of Blanc Sablon, where,
seeing people on the ground. Scbil-
Ter believed that he had found us.
They waved him on towards us.
however, and within s minutes he
had brought his plane to rest at
the island itself.
Party Amazed
To say that we were amazed Is
to put IL in the mildest terms. We
believed that we must have seen
some new mirage of this northern
desert and could scarcely believe
our eyes. Almost we had to clasp
the hands OF these friends from
the skies before we could believe
that our eyes were not again play.
ing the tricks that they played in
the long hours of fatigue that
marked the latter stages of our
journey in our Bremen across the
Atlantic Ocean.
We had no idea whence came
these brave new comrades, but we
knew that they had come to be-
friend US and to ascertain what
our condition might be and what
steps must be taken to enable us
to continue our Journey to New