Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-10

| us again. Cast turned quickly about
and landed in the first protected water.
The second haven from the storm
was no more ilospitable than the first.
| The fruitless rocks bore no fire wood.
| The fog came down on the hills again
and thicker than before. Then rain
set in, the ice drifted back into the bay
! and made the Bowler a prisoner in its
rocky cove.
Again we took up the battle with the
tide We set up what might generous
| ly be called our camp, under the edge
of an overhanging rock high above the
/ shore The site was selected at low
tide Six hours later, at high tide. while
we were coaXing a contrary gasoline
| jet to a can of dehydrated turnipS, wa
ter suddenly moved in upon us and sent
| us Scrambling higher on the rocks.
All day the fog hung over the island,
covering the mainland a half mile
away.
Cast named the rock Big Fog Island
to distinguish it from the island of
the night before, which he had named
| simply Fog Island. 1t is not unlikely
this particular island has no other
name, for hundreds like it line the
| lonely shore of Ungava Bay.
Much of the region is still uneX-
| plored. Maps of the territory are mac
curate Having named the place, we
| started to explore it, climbing to the
highest peak to peer north through the
| fog in the direction of Port Burwell,
which the flight map showed to be
/ little more than 10 miles away. Fog
| cut off the views.
We heard the high cry of ESkimoS
hunting beyond the hills and shouted
| to them. The cries ended abruptly
after l o'clock. At the first sign of day
light the fog lifted. Again we weighed
anchor and were in the air before 2
o'clock. Fog lay in about the hills as
! the Bowler flew northward. We caught
the first sight of the lowly Labrador
Mountains to the east between the Pin
nacleS. We saw patches of light which
we took to be the Atlantic.
BurwelI Hidden in Fog.
Capt Chidley and the whole northern
point of Labrador was blanketed in fog
with only the tops of the mountains
! and hills visible. Not chance in the
world of finding Burwell in that mess, ="
Cast shouted back into the cabin. We
| landed in q ford a moment later. The
| fog bore down again. This was to be
| the last of the worst fog on the records
| of the meteorological station at Port
| BurWell A o'clock the sun climbed
| into the bay and a northwest wind
4 started the fog southwark. At $50 the
! operators Of the Canadian government
| radio station, who have awaited the
| Bowler since Thursday heard the drone
Of the Sikorskis motors in the clouds.
1t was not until 20 minutes later that
Cast and Cramer sighted the three
houses which comprise the settlement,
in the tumbling hills of Cape Chidley.
Cast swung the Bowler between two
high cliffs and alighted in ford which
runs into Hudson Strait. A moment
later high tide came in, bringing with
it stream of icebergs. Ten ESkimos,
under the direction of two Canadian
mounted police, pushed the ice away
from the ship with poles. If weather
reports covering the route from here to
Baffin Land and across Davis Strait to
the Bowler will take of early tomor-
row. The reports received here today
indicate good flying weather between
Mount Evans and Reykjavik.
Last Saturday and Sunday the Bowler
sat perched on a sandy beach 2 miles
up Great Whale River from Hudson
Bay, while gray mist blew up the river
from the ice fields, borne on cold,
west wind back On the hills. So we
waited, sending bright messages out
once a day over the planes radio. The
messages we're brief because the big duck
drank up IS to 20 gallons Of fuel while
It's motor charged the radio. Fuel was
precious.
Small Cache Found.
On the Fourth Of July the Bowler
celebrated, chasing up and down the
east coast of Hudson Bay. running away
from fog and searching for fuel. At
Rupert House, where Our information
indicated q cache Of 800 gallons, we
found score Of empty and half empty
rusty cans, which yielded 80 gallons.
Tail winds and fair weather favored
the Bowler on her flight up from Remi
Lake. Last Thursday in 2 hours the
ship passed over a 150-mile stretch OF
tall timberland. Cast circled the Hud-
son Bay post at Rupert House while
Indians ran from their tepees below
and the husky dogs howled at the
plane roaring over the beach. 1t con-
tinued along the eastern coast Of Hud-
son Bay toward Great Whale. one
hundred miles south of that point
fog drifted it across the ice noes and
obscured the ground.
Cast turned back to Rupert House
and landed to refuel. The task OF
straining the fuel through channels
and dumping it into the Bowler's tanks
required 8 hours. With only enough
fuel to reach Great Whale the Bowler
| took to the air again, but landed at
Port George, where q large gasoline
| supply was located.
Friday morning the Bowler left Fort
George to fly to Port Burwell.
(Copyright. 1920