Knee-deep in snow 10,000 ft. up the granite scarp of Lone Peak in the Wasatch Mountains, 25 miles southeast of Salt Lake City, last week a snowy-haired oldster of 90 named Ed Hamilton fingered a small splinter of duralumin while tears filled his eyes. Tugging at his white beard, he mumbled: "I'm glad. That's all I can say."
Reason for old Ed Hamilton's emotion was that the bit of metal marked the end of a grueling six-month search for his son-in-law, Pilot S. J. Samson. Last Dec. 14, Pilot Samson took off from Los Angeles...
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