145—We see the dark line of the Yangtze hills on the Western horizon rising above the clouds and beyond the great wing of the plane which is very steady and it Is easier to write here than on the train.
810—A. jagged-line of mountains! appears ahead of us in the north west. They are bare of foliage as are most of the Chinese mountains, and look very. different. from the wooded hills of the Alleghenies and other mountains over which I have flown in America.
Except for these mountains, the floor of the fog bank below us is absoliely unbroken. The ship is "as steady as a church," with its broad wings stretching from east to west as if in a benison above the earth and its tiny inhabitants below. We seem to move as in a dream. The muffled sound of the motors (for the able Is closed) has a soporit fect tone produce "the deeply meditative mood of flight, mellow with Inexplicable hopes."
'8.15—The fog begins to break on Jour left. I see the green fields below. 'The landscape, with its absence of trees, Is a great contrast to that in New' England and Pennsylvania where so much of the area is wood-and. Mountains appear above the fog on our right, "of our starboard 8.20—We begin to drop down below the cloud banks below us. I feel the changing pressure in my ears. A range of mountains, which run dia-anally southwest to northest, rises before us. On one of the mountains a large pagoda which the steward Is east of Chinkiang.
830—We pass over the range of mountains. "A white-walled temple:
below us with its picturesque upturned eaves and curving roof. The sun is shining brightly now, adding blendor to the silent beauty of the clouds. In the radiance of the sun-ight, reflected from the pure white Jof the cloud bank, the mountains appear like dark islands rising out of a silver sea.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.