Category: Biographies

Flying the Atlantic in Sixteen Hours With a Discussion of Aircraft in Commerce and Transportation

It is an awful thing to be told that one has made history, or done something historic. Such an accusation implies the duty of living up to other people's expectations; and merely an ordinary person who has been lucky, like myself, cannot fulfil such expectations.

Chapters

11. CHAPTER XI

Although facts disappointed many over-sanguine expectations that the billions of dollars invested in aëronautics during the war would pay direct dividends already in 1919, the y...

10. CHAPTER X

Although three pioneer flights were made across the Atlantic during the summer of 1919, the year passed without bringing to light any immediate prospect of an air service betwee...

2. CHAPTER II

This message was shouted by a chance-met motorist, who held up our own car as we were driving back to St. John's from Ferryland on the evening of May the eighteenth, after an un...

3. CHAPTER III

A large black cat, its tail held high in a comical curve, sauntered by the transatlantic machine as we stood by it, early in the morning; and such a cheerful omen made me more t...

9. CHAPTER IX

I do not claim to be an especial authority on the theory of navigation--indeed, it was as a prisoner of war that I first took up seriously the study of that science. But I belie...

1. CHAPTER I

It is an awful thing to be told that one has made history, or done something historic. Such an accusation implies the duty of living up to other people's expectations; and merel...

6. CHAPTER VI

We seemed to be flying in and out of dense patches of cloud; for every now and then we would pass through a white mountain, emerge into a small area of clear atmosphere, and the...

5. CHAPTER V

By then we must have climbed to about six thousand feet, although my log shows no record of our height at this stage. Meanwhile, we were still between upper and lower ranges of...

7. CHAPTER VII

Alcock flew straight for the specks of land, which revealed themselves as two tiny islands--Ecshal and Turbot, as we afterwards discovered. In his log of the return flight, from...

8. CHAPTER VIII

Alcock and I awoke to find ourselves in a wonderland of seeming unreality--the product of violent change from utter isolation during the long flight to unexpected contact with c...

4. CHAPTER IV

For a time Alcock and I attempted short conversations through the telephone. Its earpieces were under our fur caps, and round our necks were sensitive receivers for transmitting...