White, white sand and curving wrinkled water, windswept and barren. I have changed my seat to a gas can, one of the two saved this morning. A green mottled shore line comes into view. We are running into clouds and haze again. The former are scudding fast, but we outdistance them. The motors are humming sweetly. * * * Continued. I have dozed off and awake to find us flying at 2000 above a sea of fog. The wind is rough and Bill is shutting off the motors. I suppose we shall go down through it to see where we are. As far as one can see there are swirls of white cloud. Oh, the weather! The sun is shining above here, but the haze is becoming greater. We are now about 500 feet over the water. Land is to our left. Since I wrote the last we have circled the harbor of Halifax twice and slipped to a landing. Bill went 30 miles beyond and found fog to the treetops, so came back to the clearing here. The natives are swarming to the shore and several dories are coming out. Bill and Slim are going over to the land to get reports with the hope we can go on later. I am to stay aboard now, as we all are, later, if there is chance of continuing. The mournful sound of the fog horn disturbs my peace and hope. I hardly think we could take off here even without fog, as there is no wind at all. Well, anyway, I’d rather visit Halifax this way than any other I can think of. An orange, carefully provided by G. P. P., tastes good. ’Tis my first food. Bill and Slim have returned with news of rain and clouds ahead. A light wind is springing up which may help the situation. We are half-way to Trepassey. The coastline will help us in navigating for a while unless the fog cuts off the view. Bill says he’ll try to make T., so Slim is cranking up. A broken primer is found, but we start without soldering it, as time is precious. We have already lost an hour by change of time. The fog and clouds look pretty bad. The Flight Sergeant at Halifax says we may return, and we agree. Bill says the Newfoundland coast is bad enough, but in a fog won’t be tried. We are flying blind on the right side, but can see a little on the left. Probably rain ahead. I tried to take a m. p. of our leaving Halifax. I had to take it through the glass, and don’t imagine it will be worth much. Time of leaving H. about 2:30. Slim comes back to pump gas into the right tank from the small cans. [Illustration: description: Photo wide shot of tri-motor airplane taking off from water caption: ON THE STEP ] [Illustration: description: Photo wide outdoor shot of 6 standing people caption: FLYING TO BOSTON—GORDON, A. E., STULTZ, MRS. GORDON, MRS. STULTZ, MRS. PUTNAM © _International Newsreel_ ] We are turning back. The fog spreads out ahead of us like a great fuzz. Into the clear again. What luck to have the fog block us!