Night FlightAn adventure story about the men who risked their lives flying the first commercial air mail routes in the early 1930's. |
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"San Julian in sight. In ten minutes we shall land." The wireless operator gave
their position to all the stations on the line. From Magellan Strait to Buenos Aires
the airports were strung out across fifteen hundred miles and more, but this one
led ...
"San Julian in sight. In ten minutes we shall land." The wireless operator gave
their position to all the stations on the line. From Magellan Strait to Buenos Aires
the airports were strung out across fifteen hundred miles and more, but this one
led ...
Page 5
Shall we stop the night at San Julian?" Fabien smiled; the sky was calm as an
aquarium and all the stations ahead were signaling, Clear sky: no wind. "No, we'll
go on." But the wireless operator was thinking: these storms had lodged ...
Shall we stop the night at San Julian?" Fabien smiled; the sky was calm as an
aquarium and all the stations ahead were signaling, Clear sky: no wind. "No, we'll
go on." But the wireless operator was thinking: these storms had lodged ...
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He glanced back toward San Julian; all he now could see was a cluster of lights,
then stars, then twinkling star-dust that vanished, tempting him for the last time. "I
can't see the dials; I'll light up." He touched the switches, but the red light falling ...
He glanced back toward San Julian; all he now could see was a cluster of lights,
then stars, then twinkling star-dust that vanished, tempting him for the last time. "I
can't see the dials; I'll light up." He touched the switches, but the red light falling ...
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Contents
SERVICE | 15 |
THE SOUND OF THE DISTANT ENGINE SWELLED | 21 |
RIVIERE GLANCED AT THE PILOT | 31 |
Copyright | |
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