The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1930-09-03

E.s.T.) last night behind them 4.10o
miles Of ocean and fog and storms.
Master airllan to the last. Costs
flashed twice around the field In tbs
deepening dusk, then banked sharply
and slid into a three point landing.
On to Texas Today
At the moment 1t seemed an end
to an epic adventure, but later 1t was
announced they would take off in
their plane tomorrow morning for
Dallas, Texas, and the $4,000 pot OF
gold that has waited for three years
at the end of the great circle rainbow
connecting the Texas City and tile
capital of France. The prize Is that
offered by Col. William Easterwood
for the first Paris Dallas flight. with
a stop permitted at New York City.
A crowd estimated as high as 10000
persons, many of whom had waited Tor
hours at the field, was grouped along
the guarding fences as the clouds
which had erupted hail and rain but
two hours before cleared away and the
half disc Of the moon showed its faint
outline in the sky.
AS the Question Mark" came out
of the east and darted to eartn they
surged against the. guard ropes and
the fences, testing the strength and
the temper OF hundreds Of police.
"Viva Cost" many shouted IN the
best Long Island French, "Hooray for
Costay," they yelled.
Sensing the danger in the wflirling
propeller of his ship and fearing any
moment the wall of blue might break
and let through a flood Of humans.
Coste stopped his engine while still q
hundred yeards out in the field and
he and Bellonte climbed YEARLY from
the plane.
Their faces were burned from the
sun and wind and lines Of fatigue
were etched in the red skin. They
fumbled .clumsily for the rungs Of the
ladder with their feet. Their legs
numbed by the day and a half in the
cramped cockpits of the little plane.
they stumbled toward the hangar.
But willing hands helped them along
and they rode the last few feet
astride the backs of stalwarJ me-
chanics. happy to carry so famed a
burden.
Lindbergh Greets Them
Their fatigue was forgotten when
they reached the hangar and found
there to greet them a tall. rather
stopped young man, white teeth
flashing in a face burned almost as
red as their own the man whose
path they retraced.
1T va q great flight. captain"
said Col. Charles A. Lindbergh, and
although Coste probably did not hear
or understand the words he could not
mistake the meaning and his face
lighted with a happy smile as he
grasped the hand of Americas most
famous flier.
Whisked through the formalities Of
q welcome from officials of their own
land, New York City and civic organ
izations, and having broadcast their
thanks and thoughts to the listening
radio audiences Of two continents. the
filters were borne swiftly to the city
behind an escort of motorcycle police
and put to bed in their suite at a
Park avenue hotel.
There, clad in orange striped pa
jamas. Coste greeted reporters a few
moments later. first ~cautioning them
to be quiet so as not to awaken his
companion. already blissfully sleep
ing in the adjoining twin bed.
Their trip? Oh. it was just a flight.
Yes, the weather was bad in spots
but they had tailwinds part Of the
way. Was he glad to be here?
"Ah, Out, oui."
"Lindbergh was there at the field"
he said. smiling broadly. "an1 moth
ing gave me greater pleasure than to
see him and talk to him."
Neither Americas flying Colonel
nor Coste would talk in terms Of COM
parison Of their flights. although one
almost exactly traced that Of the
other.
Mourn for Nungesser
There was heartache as we'll as joy
for Coste last night. for his boyish
idol and wartime companion laid
down his life in attempting the feat
he carried through so successfully.