Will Rogers: ambassador of good will, prince of wit and wisdom (1935)

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CHAPTER I Tragedy of the Tundra IN THE weird, half light of a summer night in the far Northland, a red, low-winged monoplane skimmed gracefully along the surface of a shallow river that pierced the bleak Alaskan tundra. The ship gained speed, climbed a scantyfifty feet, and then plunged awkwardly, out of control, to the water below. It was as if sovne invisible hunter with a powerful, silent weapon had sent a lethal charge into the gaily-colored, manmade bird. No one moved in the broken airplane. Its occupants had made their final landing. Thus did Will Rogers, beloved prince of wit and wisdom, and Wiley Post, master aviator, meet their end in the barren wilderness a few miles from the last outpost of civilization in North America. Only a terrified Eskimo seal hunter saw the ship as it crashed into the edge of the little unnamed stream, and in his fright he ran away from the tangled wreckage of the once-roaring machine of his white-faced brothers. As the echo of the crash rolled away over the hummocky tundra, the native, Clair Oakpeha, made his way back to the river bank and shouted loudly to the men in the plane. There was no answer. Only the Arctic stillness. Realizing that the occupants of the plane were beyond his aid, Oakpeha set out to bring the news (13)