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Photograph by Sir Ross Smith 



the world's finest architectural, gem seen prom the skies 



Of all the remembered scenes in the flight from London to Melbourne, Sir Ross Smith 

 accounts the Taj Mahal, at Agra, India, the most wonderful and beautiful (see text, page 

 301, and Color Plate VII, facing page 289). 



that was prepared I told the latest hap- 

 penings in London — their home. They 

 were a fine, stout-hearted lot of fellows 

 and greatly we appreciated their hospi- 

 tality. We felt truly sorry for them, 

 stationed in such a remote, isolated place 

 as Ramadie. 



A BLOW IN THE MCI IT 



About it o'clock that night a heavy 

 windstorm swooped down upon us, and 

 my brother and myself rushed out to 



the machine. The wind had suddenly 

 changed, and was now blowing hard on 

 to the tail of the machine. The Vimy 

 was in imminent danger of being blown 

 over and crushed. 



We turned out fifty men from the 

 nearest camp. They hung on to the ma- 

 chine until we started up the engines and 

 swung her head round into the wind. It 

 was a pitch-dark night, and the gale 

 whirled the sand into blinding eddies, 

 cutting our faces and eyes. One very 



