National Geographic : 1922 May
512 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 'Ten minutes of flying through clouds brought us suddenly out into a beautiful, clear sky. For the first time we feasted our eyes upon the famous clear land scapes of the West. From our altitude of 5,000 feet we could see the horizon, 40 or 50 miles away, all around us. Never had I flown through an atmosphere so pure and clean. Innumerable small lakes dotted the lovely landscape. Smiling and well-kept farms occupied every foot of dry land. Our motors hummed along joyously, S...turning the propellers 1,400 revolutions Sper minute. We were moving slightly a faster than a hundred miles per hour, with 4 -the aid of a favorable wind. S Soon we sighted our destination, sur Srounded, as usual, with motor cars and Hundreds of spectators awaiting our ar O rival. z Another public luncheon was being Held for us, and again we were compelled Sto disappoint our hosts, for our first at Stention was due our machines. We Smunched sandwiches while we looked Over our motors, washed down the ships, and refilled the tanks with fuel, after our Short jaunt of two hours and twenty-four Z minutes. Then we gladly accompanied . our hosts into town. Yt Fargo is the largest city in North SDakota, and it is situated in the center of z a country of great distances. Good land < ing fields abound anywhere within a Radius of 200 miles, and the use of the 0 airplane in this locality will prove to be Sof infinite value. o Excusing ourselves early that evening, we looked over maps and weather reports . and piled into bed at an early hour. To Smorrow's flight would be the last hop w over Uncle Sam's territory until Alaska z was reached. Our machines were in per P fect condition and the spirits of the pilots and crews were high. Although the diffi cult part of our journey was still ahead, our hearts were light and we had every confidence in the success of our expedi tion. Start was made for Portal, North Da kota, next morning, July 25, with a gentle Io-mile wind on our tail bearing us along. Under 4,000 feet we found the air re markably bumpy, probably a natural af termath of the storm. Above that level the air was as smooth as velvet.