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THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



Photograph by E. B. McDowell 



ONE OF THE MANY GROTESQUE STATUES OF THE TEMPLE OF WAT CHANG: BANGKOK 



It seems incongruous to think of this sort of art with eleetric lights, but Bangkok is well 

 illuminated, and the Vimy's mechanics worked all night by electric lamps in this city, grinding 

 the valves of their engines. 



We hovered lazily around, exposed our 

 photographic plates, and swung off on 

 our course. In the vastness of space 

 through which we were speeding, the 

 magnificent monument became a toy 

 . . . a mote ... a memory. New 

 scenes, villages, and towns rose from the 

 unreachable brink ahead, grew into being, 

 passed beneath, then out over the brim 

 of the world behind us. 



We were crossing the vast plains of 

 central India, a great Hat tessellation of 

 cultivated patches that gave an impres- 



sion of the earth being - covered with 

 green, brown, and golden tiles. These 

 multitinted patches were framed with 

 brimming channels carrying the irriga- 

 tion waters from the great river. 



A BUEE ATTACKS THE VIMY 



Allahabad was reached after four and 

 a half hours, and we eagerly but vainly 

 searched the aerodrome for a glimpse of 

 Poulet. There were several hangars on 

 the aerodrome, however, and we thought 

 that his machine might be under cover. 



