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Polar Flyers, Nearing Goal,
Mastered U. S. Radio Beams
Search for Landing Place at Seattle and
Portland Described by Pilot of
Soviet Plane.
One of the pilots of the first
Soviet plane to fly over the North
Pole from Moscow to America has
written a vivid narrative of the
experiences of himself and his two
companions. In this article, the
last of a series. Pilot Baidukov
tells of the final dreamlike coast
down the Pacific to a safe landing
at the end of more than 5,000 miles
of flying.
BY DAVID BAIDUKOV.
' Valery, smoking his pipe, a gift of
the aviator Stepanchrnko, flies along
the Pacific shore. The lower strata of
clouds rises slowly and jn the evening
twilight the plane gradually swims
Into the Jaw of the many layered
strata-cumuli. Breaks occasionally ap
pear below, but nothing can be seen,
because the earth is no longer lighted
by the sun
‘ Egor, get up. get up!” Through my
dreams I fee! Valery's strong hand,
and jump up. still half asleep.
Outside temperature—7 degrees be
low. Altitude, 4,000 meters. Not bad
The sun has disappeared entirely.
Wherever the eye falls—darkness. To
be on the safe side X turn on the side
lights and the water gauge light. I
switch the automatic instruments on
to the engine.
■The plane imperceptibly slips into
the clouds and blind flying begins. I
slowly make altitude. Occasionally I
stretch my hand through the window
and feel the prick of hailstones. It
couldn't be better. Checking the gas
supply I turn off all the lights in my
cabin. The dozens of instruments
glow with fantastic beauty from the
phosphorescent light of the dial plates.
They seem alive, each one displaying
its owm particular art of observing
everything that is going on both in
side and outside the plane.
The tension eases. The hailstones
fly through the open window of the
cabin, cooling fare and hands pleas
antly with their icy little fingers.
Isolated From World.
The plane flies steadily on. requir
ing no great physical effort to guide
ti. We are parked in a double box.
Ona box. solid clouds and hall, the
ether—the long southern night. To
gether they Isolate us completely from
the world.
The lamp attached to the forward
part of the engine cowl throws a dull
light on the glass and on the propeller
at the same time. Their reflections
merge in the foggy porridge ahead into
s vast refulgence which we can never
overtake. I put out the light. The
cherry radiance vanishes and in the
front windshield of the forward cabin
the whole bark part of the plane is
mirrored. Glancing back I see an
awesome picture.
Both Chkalov and Beliakov arc
asleep illuminated by many lamps.
The cabin Is like a trench after a
battle. Loneliness begins to gnaw?
at me.
nit pmuf ibs uegun loss vio
lently. After half an hour of blind fly
ing the moon shows, a little dimly, on
the right. This greatly facilitates my
getting my bearings. I put on the gas.
and soon enter a new stretch of
clouds. Above are thin clouds. The
engine takes on a new stimulus, and
like a cat. cleaning herself behind the
ears, purrs steadily, preening herself
with the pleasure of displaying all her
Instruments. I switch on the lights
for a moment. Yes. the temperature
of the oil is only 80, the pressure Is
high, gasoline in order.
Sasha has already awakened. He
is at the radio. He is asking Seattle
for the radio beam. Within a few
minutes he passes me a note: "Look at
your radio compass and steer your
course by Bellingham."
The beam coincides almost exactly
with the compass course, and I fly on,
guiding myself by the two indicators.
The moon is setting on the horizon
and has grown ruddy. Within half
an hour it has become deep red and
quickly sinks from sight. It grows
darker. Then myriads of stars begin
to sparkle above our heads. The sky
is almost the same as our Moscow sky,
and I quickly find the North Star and
then Arcturus. The east grows more
and more rosy, outlined sharply by
a border of clouds.
Can't Understand Signals.
I am still going toward Bellingham
by the radio beam. Sasha has made
contact with Anchorage, but cannot
understand what he is getting. They
are probably sending in English.
Here's a nice fix We can't make out
a word of it. Exasperated, Beliakov
lies down again, having checked the
correctness of our course. Valery still
sleeps. My watch is drawing out, but
it is pleasant to sit there cooling my
insides with bits of ice a la the
Americans, and then poisoning them
with tobacco from my pipe. Real bliss.
At noon (Greenwich time! the lights
of some cities shine below us. I drop
down to 3.000 meters and make out
through the window some sort of bay
and mountains. In the plane, as on
the streets, it is morning. It has come
alive, and all its inhabitants are
crawling around. Most of all, I look
through the window on the left side
and joyously see that we have reached
the coastline of America. Our calcu«
lations have been completely justified
Sasha computes the speed of our
trip. Along the shore apparently we
were held back the whole time by head
winds. On this account we lost a lot.
Too bad we had to use so much gas.
Now we have hardly more than enough
for five hours. So what? We'll make
use of the time to travel south.
The water gauge shows a slight
lowering of the level in the expansion
chamber. We must pump up some
more. After pumping a little while
I realize the futility of this operation
—nothing but air comes up. But that's
not so terrible. The revolutions have
slowed down still more and we are
going as indicated on the schedule
with the minimum speed for horizontal
flying.
Sixty hours of flying. Beliakov digs
out all his information on America
and tunes in his radio on Seattle. I
change our course according to his
directions. Strange, the magnetic
compass registers 200. The reading
of the radio compass is in reverse.
We have passed Seattle and are
flying away from it toward the shore
again.
Look for Portland Beam.
Now we must look for the Portland
beam. Sasha is very excited. Finally
the long-awaited call letters PD (Port
land) fall pleasantly on the ears of
the navigator and he immediately
writes: "Listen to Portland and pro
ceed in the 'A-N' zone." I put on the
ear phones, but can understand
nothing. Some one is muttering
rapidly and monotonously in English.
1 i
I begin to swear, but there cornea the
call signal and there Is the beam. I
listen carefully and attempt to enter
the neutral zone. In general, during
that half hour, we master the tech
nique of the American radio beam
system for aircraft and now we fly
confidently on the beam.
I ask Chkalov to have another look
at the gasoline tank. At the same
time it seems to me that our little red
devil is too low, and that I need water.
The pump does not work, because
there is nothing there but ice. I re
duce the gas and fly lower, without
losing the beam. I enter the zone of
the latter "N.” The plane now has
a very light load and drops reluctant
ly, although its speed, even with de
creased gas, reaches 200 kilometers.
At 1,000 meters the earth grows dark
below us. On the right, low moun
tains; directly under us, a winding,
massive river. The temperature rises
sharply. As we expected, the ice all
melts and the pump now yields water.
A note from Beliakov; “Portland is
beneath us. Take the course to Med
ford, or back to zone PD.”
Marvelous. America! Our watches
show it is 3 o'clock, June 20—that
means we have been in the air 62
hours. The red-winged ANT-25 is
bathed in rain after its long and dan
gerous flight.
What's this? The level of our gaso
line tank has begun to drop? is our
gas really almost gone? I simplv don't
want to believe we've got to land. But
plain arithmetic shows that.
I inform Chkalov and Beliakov.
They cannot believe it and each tries
to pump up some more gasoline from
the central tanks. But there isn't a
drop. Below us is the city of Eu
gene, so we decide to return to Port
land, as the nearest well-equipped
American airport. We turn our course
north again, and the now familiar
beam reappears. It is so easv to fly
by it, that, even though flying blind,
aflJTUH IH I I II 11 I If n
I do not feel my 10 unbroken hours at
the controls.
Begin Descent at Lnat.
In IS mlnutea I begin to drop. One
layer, then another and we are flying
through ragged shreds of clouds par
tlAlly covering the hills and woods of
which there are so many here.
A river. Chkalov gives me two
maps, but I am not-satisfied. I ask
for the best one. It is apparent from
the map that Portland has no military
airport. There 1s one a little farther
on. at Vancouver. We’ll land there.
Chkalov spreads the airport directory
before me. I fly low and examine
the landing field closely. Two bridges.
To the right, along the river, stretches
a narrow band of earth. Too small for
our plane. I fly low over the landing
field and the hangars. There are no
markings of any kind. The landing
field is a narrow one. On one side
flows the Columbia River, on two other
sides rise high railroad embankments
and only the fourth side is entirely
clear. I veer toward the earth and the
red wings skim close to the field. We
clear the tree tops by one or two
meters. A swamp flashes by. I cut
off the motor. The plane, emptied of
several tons of fuel, hovers fur a long
time above the earth. Now it begins to
glide downward. Chkalov, in back, is
very' nervous. I know how he feels.
But he should not mind—last year it
was I who sat nervously in the back.
’’Give her some gas!’’ shouts Valery,
and I see that we have to pull up a
bit, or else we shall land in a sort of
plowed-up place in the field. Again
the engine subsides, and the plane
drop* smoothly to the earth. I pull
down the stick, and our wheels touch
the earth. We run along the soggy
ground.
It is raining. Soldiers run toward
us from somewhere. Chkalov jumps
out of the plane and with the help of
his Angers reaches some sort of an
understanding with an American
soldier. Civilians also run to meet us.
til i11 i m ■ —■—
I atop tha motor and, opening the
upper hatch of the pllot’a cabin, feel
the heat and the rain. I am alijghtly
weary after my 10-hour ahlft and I
want a smoke. I am anxious to get on
•olid ground. Sasha, cooly as though
still in the air, starts to put the plane
in order, and in spite of Chkalov’s
shouts, he will not be diverted from
his work. But he keeps right on
cleaning up, taking his time, disposing
of string and papers, putting away
maps and notebooks. I leave this
imperturbable comrade behind and
Jump to the ground.
On real earth, at last!
(Coprrltht, 10.37. br the North American
Newspaper Alliance, Ine.)
SPANISH SHIPOWNERS
FIGHT COMMANDEERING
Seven of Them, Detained in Brit
ish Porte, Battle Loyalist
Decree in Court.
B> the Associated Press.
LONDON, July 26.—Owners of seven
Spanish ships, detained in South Wales
ports, placed before the British courts
yesterday the issue of whether the
Spanish merchant marine must sup
port the Spanish government.
The ships were commandeered by a
Spanish government decree last June
29, but the owners refused to Issue
necessary orders and the captains
therefore refused to give up their
vessels.
The owners brought the question to
Admiralty Court which has ordered
the ships arrested.
The vessels, all under 6,000 tons and
registered In Bilbao, encountered no
difficulties while their home port was
under the Basque government. With
the fall of the capital to the Insurgents,
the Valencia government sought cus
tody of the ships and the owners
objected.
Riche* Thrown Away.
Pour boys playing In the court of
a condemned tenement building in
Glasgow, Scotland, found a tin box
containing a bundle of papers. After
they had scattered the contents about
some one discovered that what they
had thought to be rubbish was a treas
ure of foreign and British banknotes.
The British notes alone were worth
more than >1,500.
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