How marvellous is a machine and the mind that made it. I am thoroughly occidental in this worship. Bill sits up alone. Every muscle and nerve alert. Many hours to go. Marvellous also. I’ve driven all day and all night and know what staying alert means. We have to climb to get over fog and roughness. Bill gives her all she has. 5000 ft. Golly how we climb. A mountain of fog. The north star on our wing tip. My watch says 3:15. I can see dawn to the left and still a sea of fog. We are 6000 ft. high and more. Can’t read dial. Slim and I exchange places for a while. All the dragons and sea serpents and monstrosities are silhouetted against the dawn. 9000 ft. to get over them. The two outboard motors picked up some water a while ago. Much fuss. At least 10,000 ft. 13 hrs. 15 min. on way. I lose this book in Major Woolley’s pockets. There are too many. * * * * Big enough, that suit to lose myself in it. Size 40, and fur lined. It is returned now, appropriately autographed. The Major has threatened to stuff and place it in a museum. * * * * _Log Book:_ Still climbing. I wish the sun would climb up and melt these homogeneous teddy-bears. * * * * Beside these grotesques in the fog, which we all remarked, there were recurrent mountains and valleys and countless landscapes amazingly realistic. Actually when land itself did appear we could not be sure that it was not an illusion too. It really took some moments to become convinced that it was reality. * * * * _Log Book:_ Slim has just changed bats in the flashlight hanging over the compass. * * * * The compass was hung rather low, so far from Bill’s eye that it was difficult to read its illuminated face. So Slim arranged a flash light focussed on it. * * * * _Log Book:_ We are going down. Probably Bill is going through. Fog is lower here too. Haven’t hit it yet, but soon will so far as I can see from back window.... Everything shut out. Instrument flying. Slow descent, first. Going down fast. It takes a lot to make my ears hurt. 5000 now. Awfully wet. Water dripping in window. Port motor coughing. Sounds as if all motors were cutting. Bill opens her wide to try to clear. Sounds rotten on the right. 3000 ft. Ears not so painful. Fog awful. Motors better, but not so good. It is getting lighter and lighter as day dawns. We are not seeing it dawn, however. I wish I knew radio. I could help a lot. We are over stratum now.[2] At 3000. Bill comes back to radio to find it on the blink.