National Geographic : 1928 Sep
264 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE S literally diving through one continuous big waterfall. I , felt anxious as to how our 3 propellers would stand it. Feeling my way along, not more than 50 yards above the waves, I noted that water in the front en gine had suddenly become S" dangerously hot. In frantic haste, using a sponge, we N5 mopped up all rain water o that had fallen in our cock ;a pit and squeezed it in to . cool that engine. We even o emptied in the precious min , ueral water brought for ",C drinking. Somehow we z* cooled off our engine. w ' ° Repeated quick, black squalls tossed us alarm • ingly. Sometimes I could . fly around a storm center or dodge under the most " ;. threatening of the tumbling c clouds. S" ~u FLIRTING WITH A WATER 4, SPOUT-AND DEATH " As we shot headlong from ~ one such cloud mass, my heart fairly ceased to beat; H 'X for there, tying angry heaven z.= to storm-vexed sea, raged a o twisting waterspout full fif : . teen hundred feet high. In o form, color, and size it was like a fantastic mushroom from some Brobdingnagian '- nightmare world, or a Kan sas cyclone at sea shown in ' slow movies. Had we hit o that, I grimly felt--well, ' just one more Atlantic flight 5 that failed! From this howling, twist ing pack of cloud wolves we finally escaped almost as suddenly as we had run into it. Far ahead trailed three .0 steamers, holding the same course we were. They, too, must be bound for Fernando . Noronha, so we were still 'y flying straight.