looard of the bush, so I worked my starboard wing slow and wentahead strong on the port one, but it wouldn't answer; I could see Iwas going to broach to, so I slowed down on both, and lit. I wentback to the rock and took another chance at it. I aimed two or

on a pretty high rock, and got a good start, and went swoopingdown, aiming for a bush a little over three hundred yards off; butI couldn't seem to calculate for the wind, which was about twopoints abaft my beam. I could see I was going considerable to

I saw I hadn't got the hang of the steering, and so couldn'trightly tell where I was going to bring up when I started. I wentafoot the rest of the day, and let my wings hang. Early nextmorning I went to a private place to have some practice. I got up

Next, I had a collision with a Bishop--and bowled him down, ofcourse. We had some sharp words, and I felt pretty cheap, to comebanging into a grave old person like that, with a million strangerslooking on and smiling to themselves.

I had been having considerable trouble with my wings. The dayafter I helped the choir I made a dash or two with them, but wasnot lucky. First off, I flew thirty yards, and then fouled anIrishman and brought him down--brought us both down, in fact.