OFF FOR NEWFOUNDLAND
appears shallow, as I can see the bottom in many places. A flock of birds rise from the water at our shadow. They resemble in movement and shape the spreading out of the little stars in a skyrocket.
The inhabitants who come to look at us wear red shirts or skirts. Red seems to be a favorite rural color. Cows and horses don't like us.
What cruel rocks these ledges are. Sharp and narrow, they look like sharks.
I move to sit on a gas can by the window. What a comfortable passenger plane this would be with the gas tanks removed and windows made in the sides. There is a small steamer to the right. I wonder if she knows who we are. I wonder if we know.
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There is more sea than land now and we fly at 1800.
In a way, I am glad of the stop at Halifax, for I always think it better for a motor to run gradually to long grinds.
We can see a haze. Reports last night said 200 miles of fog. I hope all 200 miles of it139
