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The drift indicator was on the floor by the hatchway which had to be opened each time speed and drift calculations were made.
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Log Book:
Hooray! Nova Scotia at 8:55. Fear Island. We are flying at 2000. I can look down and see many white gulls flying over the green land. A few houses are clustered together, and a dory is pulled up on the shore. There is a rocky ledge around the islands which makes a ruffle. They look very flat and the trees are foreshortened.
We are making good time with the wind’s help.
I have in my ears some little rubber ear stops which Mrs. Byrd sent. She said Commander B. had used them in his trans-Atlantic flight, and was the only one who could hear when the plane reached the other side. I am eager to see whether they work, as both the men are without them.
Pubnico Harbor is below. Bill figures 114 m.p.h. since we left Boston.
What a jagged coast. There are few roads. Many little houses nestle in the woods seemingly out of communication with anything for miles.
One can see deeply into the water and mark shoals and currents. What an easy way to see what are bugaboos for surface craft.