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Finally I got out to the camp. ^[[via "snake River & Hula Hula" R.R.]] Near the entrance was a little plot set apart which contained [[strikethrough]] or near[[/strikethrough]] ^[[several]] suggestive mounds of earth. Then we came into a muddy, muddy, immense, area with manifold buildings, permanent and makeshift, full of aeroplanes the like of which I never had before seen. The planes were "Nieuports" [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] of a series of types. We also had [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] S.P.A.D. [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] Scouts and a Morave monoplane to gaze upon. Oh, wonder of wonders. Here it was in reality!

All the "buses" were bits of fabric spread on spindle sticks and driven by a very powerful rotary LeRhone engine. [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] How they did fly! Almost straight up ^[[I thought, and]] into all kinds of twists and turns. Single and double-decked knife-blades with a huge propeller they looked like to me. It was a revelation to see them perform [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] "Before another day has gone I'll be in one of the little devils myself," I smugly surmise.