Supper was a sad, silent meal one evening last week aboard the ice-locked fur-ship Nanuk off the northeast coast of Siberia. Pilots Joe Crosson and Harold Gillam, flying the Arctic beach in the Amguyema River district, had come back with scraps of twisted metal, a side of bacon and a case of eggs from the wreckage of the plane in which, two and one-half months prior, flyers Carl Ben Eielson and Earl Borland vanished on a flight from Teller, Alaska to the Nanuk with supplies (TIME, Jan. 6). The bodies of Eielson...
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