836—The noble height of Purple Mountain, topped by. Its familiar tower, appears before us. We nar it jand fly just above and along its Jsummit, part of which is tree-covered. [We swing to the west and pass over the observatory perched on the slop The city of Nanking below us ts! Jcompletely hidden by the fos.
845—We continue westward beyond the elly and then swing around and turn back.
'849—We descend into the fog. 1 ey belt. We drop tus the broad waters of the Yangtze. A battleship looking as diminutive 2 sampan fs beyond us. We fly about 100 feet above the water. We pass over some junks and are over the river bank. The alr is bumpy. The government radio is on our lett. The two towers of its aerials are hidden by the mist. We pass over the ancient and picturesque city wall re not more that 80 feet above Landing Field in Sight, 855—We are over Nanking. Chao Tien-kung, the Confucian temple; on hill top, is just below us. We are now above Sun Yat-sen Avenue. The rickshaws, motors and pedestrians are dwarfed by the distance.
.58—The landing field in the anident Ming City is in sight.
857—The wheels touch the ground. We bump along, and the great plane ig brought to a standstif. Tt turns and taxis toward the waiting attendants.
group of Government officials and loticers in uniform approach the plane Jand say' good-bye to several com-anions who enter bound for the northwest. Tt gathers speed, lifts into the air and disappears into the clouds.
T hailed a rickshaw and rode slowly down the Sun Yat-sen Avenue over which we had just flown. Aeroplane and rickshaw, side by side, symbols of the contemporary juxtaposition of old_and new in China to-day!
Th Shanghai we had been attending' meetings of the China Council, the
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