Joh Easton. "The Seholarts Press This travel book is the result of a happy collaboration between author and photographer. The photographs, indeed, reflect credit both on the photographer and the publisher. As for the letterpress, it deserves praise for being written with a grace that distinguishes few enough contemporary books of travel.
'The author describes a journey' through Sikkim and Tibet to Chumolaou, "the divine mother of mountains, unconquered, untrampled, tntrammelled." He makes us share his pleasures both in scenery and in people and writes with—good-humoured tolerance of alien customs. rationalizes by the ruthless method of omitting the difficult cases. Young birds group themselves on the coast of England in autumn and one day fly in -n tolerably: straight line to the country to which presently their parents also will turn. They have never been ever the route before or presumably, heard tell of it.
That they may be driven to migrate somewhere south by weather or hunger, does not explain the quick precision of the journey, They ido not feel their way by experience, but proceed directly. Though, as M, Rabaud rightly insists, ' the causes of migration have little to do with the gift of orientation, you cannot very well separate the desire to fly from the desire to fly in a certain direction.
We possess, especially from American sources, a large number of crampies of the © migration by to be taken up in an aeroplane (by M. Sommer at the first Rheims meeting in 1909), and ten years later she was one of the two first women to cross the Channel in civil aeroplane. She was the daughter of a clergyman who was, an eminent astronomer and for with him to witness total eclipses in various parts of the world and she was often his companion in balloon ascents, Thus she knew what the silver lining of a cloud bank looked like long before aero planes were introduced, While her book makes good roading from cover to cover, she deserves especial praise for her description of the Rheims flying meeting. No other account one knows reproduces so vividly the rapturous wonder of that, casion—the official registration of the birth of flight.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.