Evening star., 1933-06-12
Language Handicap to Mattern
Ronnd-the-World Flyer Tells of Difficulties in Rus
sia-Bldck Bread Proves Pill after Sickening
Effects of Gas Fumes.

lieve me, he was some general all right.
He ordered those boys around and
pulled my bus out of a mud patch
where she had pancaked, got the tail
fixed up on a post driven into the earth
and sent back to the factory for tools
and iron.
While they were getting them the
general brought some soup, which went
down and tasted good, but wouldn' t
stay put. Then came message that
there was plane on the way from
Novosibirsk and I told the general /
would try to get some sleep and not
to let any one monkey with the bus
until woke. Early the next morning
they told me the plane had arrived
with two real mechanics-one was the
chief engineer Of the Novosibirsk Air
portland let me say right here these
Russians are good guys, even If they
can't talk United States. Those two
men worked hours In pouring rain,
and SO did every one else.
Like Prize Fight Ring.
You'd have laughed to see ia roped-
of square, like a prize fight, with SOL
diers guarding the sides and corners,
too, with fixed bayonets, and about half
OF the local population, men, women
and children, watching with mouths
open, as II we were a circus.
There was one tall fellow who looked
like Chinaman, with q huge round
fur hat, like the things the British
guards wear at Buckingham Palace, or
what have you, only theirs are black
and this one was a dirty yellow. He
was head and shoulders above the rest
and, believe me, that lad stood there
for about IL hours without ever NOV
ing q muscle, or even talking. At least,
It seemed 80 to me-of course, I was
pretty busy, you understand, and every
now and then felt the earth getting
up to hit me, but each time I'd take
q look and there he was in. that yellow
hat, as stiff and solemn as q statue.
I tried to eat several times, but Il
was no good. couldn't hold a thing.
Toward dusk the rain stopped, but the
field was all sloppy and that didn't look
SO good, though the repair work was
going ON fne. They Lit big flares of
cotton waste soaked in oil, and the
crowd, instead Of going home, got big
ger-l guess there was not much work
done at that refining plant the next
day-with us as busy as beavers In the
middle. I felt low. but those gas fumes
were gradually sweating out Of me and
had been tremendously bucked up by
my phone talk with an American cor
respondent in Moscow, who told me
the folks back home were 80 interested
and all wishing me luck.
Make Good Job.
About ! o'clock we finished and
believe me, they made q good job Of It,
though the ship looked kind Of funny
and thought maybe she'd fly lop-
sided But it wasn't . long hop TO
Kraxnoyarsk, 20 I reckoned that It
would be all right II once we got of.
But that was the problem-the field
was like mush. walked out q couple
Of hundred yards with the boys from
Novosibirsk and the general and they
kept shaking their heads and saying.
met, net"
Then I tried the motor and that was
all right, 20 We thought we'd take Q
chance. We nghtened the gas load to
minimum, but even then It didn't
look good. The wheels would not bite
I couldn't raise the speed enough. They
laid down ashes and sacking-mobili7ed