This plethora of ham sandwiches, it developed, was our own fault. We simply didn’t explore far enough. Three generous lunches had been prepared for us by the Copley Plaza Hotel, arranged for a “fishing trip.” The tactical error was putting all the ham sandwiches on the top layer. We never got beyond them. Later, to our chagrin, we discovered that below there were similar layers of delicious chicken and tongue sandwiches, hard boiled eggs and much beside. We never had the courage to determine exactly what else there might have been. The gastronomic adventures of trans-oceanic flying really deserve a record of their own. Our own highlights were varied. Ham sandwiches seemed to predominate en route. At Trepassey it was canned rabbit, in London the desserts were strawberries, and home again in America chicken appeared invariably on all state occasions. * * * * _Log Book:_ Bill has been flying. G. now has controls. The sea looks like the back of an elephant, the same kind of wrinkles. Nothing but blue sea. A low rim of fog far to the right. Hooray! Bill has picked up a station. 12:15. He is taking something. We are flying at 3200 ft. Temperature down to 53° inside. The fog bank is nearer and looks pretty thick. It shadows the water. We are nosing down and the air is rougher. The motors are racing, and the a.s.i. [air speed indicator] registers 100 m.p.h. It has been about 86. 12:50. Newfoundland sighted to the left. More fog to the rt. than in direction we wish. I notice the motors synchronize every five seconds at the speed they are running. Change of time 2:00 p.m. Bill says we are making in actual speed 115 m.p.h. 2:20. A steamer sighted to the left. We are too far from it for me to take a picture. Anyway we are running with considerable haze. 2:35. We have left the sun behind and are just under a bank of clouds. Alt. 3000. St. Mary’s Bay in sight. 2:50. Visibility better. Clear toward sea. The fog hangs in white curly masses over the land. We are near Trepassey. What is in store for us? * * * * [Illustration: description: Photo caption: STULTZ IN THE COCKPIT OF THE FRIENDSHIP LOOKING AFT BETWEEN THE GASOLINE TANKS © _P & A Photos_ ] [Illustration: description: Photo medium shot of Stultz, Earhart, and Gordon with arms interlinked caption: TWO MUSKETEERS AND—WHAT IS A FEMININE MUSKETEER? ] [Illustration: TWO MUSKETEERS AND—WHAT IS A FEMININE MUSKETEER?]