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Luncheon being served aboard the Clipper
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outside, the unfathomable blackness of the night was unbroken except for the dim outline of the always reassuring wing.  I nmust have dropped off to sleep for the next thing I heard was the bustle of early morning rising as we approached Newfoundland. Someone shoute, "Look at the iceburg!" There rising a hundred and fifty feet from a circle of green sea was the glistening white tower. We breakfasted and prepared to land. We experienced again the strangeness of having to become oriented to another country only a few hours after having left an entirely different one, and it did not seem right to find lilacs and honeysuckles just coming into bloom in the middle of July, with snow still on the hills. It is sometimes hard to become used to these rapid chanes which the fast flights between countries have brought about. You leave one country and in a few hours are in another with a different race, customs and language. Just as you are getting used to it, on you go to still a new place.

When once a person becomes sky-minded the attraction is irresistible. The rise for the take-off suggests new worlds to conquer, the other side of the garden wall, beyond the next hill, beyond the clouds themselves. There is a glorious sense of freedom and exhilaration about it--winged escape freedom and exhilaration about it--winged escape from our daily world. To fly is to feel, for a little while, immortal.

Note: Mrs. Sage's flight is described in Sky High by Eris Hodgins and F. A. Magoun
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