Between Indiana and Philadelphia lie some 600 miles of fat midlands, coal-seamed Alleghanies and factory-dotted coastal plains. It is a tedious train trip; wise people take the sleeper. By automobile it is more pleasant; the roads are excellent and through the Pennsylvania mountains there are gorgeous views. But best of all is to fly it. Then you can soar above the farmlands, circle and behold the cities like great wens on the face of nature, swoop up and over the mountains, dallying if you like on the long downward slant to peer...

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