This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...I decided was Governor's Island and took a turn round it. Still farther there was a lighthouse. A long, black steamship was right below me, probably one of the ocean liners. "I could see the ships along the East Boston shore, and the docks. But not a sound came up to me from below. It was as if I were alone in the world--there was only the angry buzzing of my engine and the roaring of the wind. "The air over Boston would have cured a Pittsburgher of homesickness. In some places the smoke was thick as fog and hid the city from my sight. "But worst of all were the air-holes. The atmosphere was like Swiss cheese. I had to be on my guard every second. "The air currents over the city streets were treacherous past belief. You can never understand it until you have tried flying through them. Scores of times I was tossed about like a feather. Once my engine stopped. I was just debating whether to land on the Common and kill a couple of dozen people, or in the Charles River Basin and kill myself. Then I noticed that I had shut off the gasoline lever with my knee. In a moment I had power again, and decided not to kill anybody. "After a turn over East Boston I realized it was time to think about home. So I flew over the docks and turned up a narrow bluish ribbon which I thought was the Charles. I was up only fifteen hundred feet now and circled for altitude. Then I noticed another river over to the southwest and knew I was lost. Studying my map I found that I was heading up, the Mystic River. So I crossed over Charlestown and struck the Charles River near the dam. I was now so high that I could see the aviation field and its pond ten miles away in Waltham. It looked like a silver dollar on a bit of soft green velvet. The black crowd bordering ...

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