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?
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We had expected a pretty routine landing and so I crawled into the cockpit to take pictures of the reception committee. But as a matter of fact Friendship's arrival resembled a rodeo. At once a dozen small boats began to circle madly about us, the local motto seeming to be that the
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