The U. S. globe-circling aeronauts sat in lonely Reykjavik (Iceland) and looked out westward over a cold grey sea. Naval scouts wirelessed them that the eastern harbors of Greenland were jammed with ice-floes, that their next hop would have to be 825 miles, to Ivigtut on a southerly Greenland cape. That meant they would need to carry extra fuel. Hoisting spare gasoline tankards aboard, the pilots started their engines, sought to take off. But the tankards were too heavy. The planes could not rise. Exasperated, the pilots tossed away every nonessential ounce,...
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