After landing and looking around, it was quite apparent that there were no houses near, so, after draining the water out of the radiator, I walked down a small valley for about two miles and finally located a house in a clump of trees.

I was dressed in the usual winter, fur-lined flying suit, fleece boots and a fur helmet and fur mittens, and of course by the time I reached the house I was covered with snow.

When I knocked, a woman opened the door, took one look, gave a little scream, jumped back and took on a color she will probably never have again this side of the grave.

I requested that she allow me to use the phone so that I might call the air mail field at Cleveland, give my location and tell them that I would not be in until the following morning. By the time I had finished phoning, the lady had regained her composure.