Word came from Nanking that there was fox over the city, but the plane was held until 7.10. Then we taxied out on the field, and after warming up the motors, took off.
The following notes were written in the plane:
712—We take off. Almost at once we are in the air. The steward gives Us cotton for our ears, The plane is steady and the alr is smooth. 'The Chinese fields below us look' trim, eat and green. They are cut by Slender, ribbon-like water ways and canals,' Layers of billowy white clouds and fox to the right cut off the view. Soon we are above the clouds. They lie like a lovely soft mantel below us. ° There is a celestial Deauly, calmness and exaltation about this dight from the earth toward heaven, and you feel litted nearer to the source of all light, life and There are two other passengers, my fellow American and his Chinese companion. I feel very happy to be na plane again. My last two fights li, America were from Atlantic City to New York in the winter when we could not come into the Newark airport because of fog and we cruised around for nearly an hour before landing on a golf course at Passaic. The other flight was in a Stinson from New York to Hartford. These were rough trips, bumpy and uncomfortable. This flight thus far steady, peaceful and delightful.
128—We are well above the clouds.
The fog bank now completely covers the earth. The weather conditions remind me of those we encountered fon the trip from Atlantic City to New York, and I should think it would be diMieult for the pilot to spot the landing field at Nanking. However, Purple Mountain is land mark, and one that cannot well missed.
"71AO—Passed a dark hill rising above the clouds on our left. It looks like a porpoise suddenly transfixed as he Is rising out of the white foam of the sea.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.