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82 our arrival, it was several hours before the Friend­ship was sailed into her mooring place for the night and her crew were able to disembark.

Though we had been scheduled to arrive at Southampton, the weather was too threatening to fly on, and the three musketeers began to need food and rest, although we did not get either very soon. Actually I think dinner was served about ten, after the rigors of a welcome at the hands of 10,000 en­thusiastic Welshmen, disciplined by three flustered policemen.

Since our visit, these kindly people of Burry Port have erected a monument in our memory. It stands eighteen feet high and bears this inscription.

The day after our arrival in Wales we flew the Friendship from Burry Port to Southampton. On this stretch I did some of the flying—the only time during the trip. The harbor at Southampton was crowded with craft of many kinds, and Bill Stultz had something of a task to find a clear space in which to land. For some time we circled about in doubt, until suddenly the green lights of a signal gun fired from a rapidly moving launch indicated