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Muriel Hawker H. G. Hawker, airman: his life and work

He was a simple, clean, straight-souled man. He was bred and born to do things. He did them; he did them thoroughly, deep-bitten. He made and left his mark. But in all that he did he worked so simply, so single-mindedly, that in his passing the world of actualities loses not merely a fine airman and a cunning handler of motor-cars.”
“The world of aviation has lost a champion; his wife, near relatives and friends have lost something which is quite irreparable, but in our sorrow let us be comforted by the thought that Harry Hawker died as he had lived, doing the work he loved.”
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Muriel Hawker H. G. Hawker, airman: his life and work

Suddenly the purring of the motor ceased, and like a black-winged peer of the eagle, the biplane sailed across the sky, twisting and turning as it were in pursuit of visible prey. As it descended, the machine appeared to change from black to grey. It was swallowed up by cloud and disappeared altogether, only to return to earth with surprising suddenness.
“Wet? No!” said Harry afterwards. “That wasn’t a wet cloud I went through, it was a dry one. White clouds are always dry. You go through black ones, and you’ll know the difference.
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Muriel Hawker H. G. Hawker, airman: his life and work

Hawker, in the name of the people of Thurso I offer you and Commander Mackenzie-Grieve a welcome, not only to Thurso, but to the shores of Britain. Throughout the length and breadth of the land, and of every land, to-day the news of your safe deliverance is ringing, and hearts everywhere are rejoicing. It is true that you have not achieved what you so gallantly set out for, but to-day you need not worry over that, because you have indeed achieved great things. The names of Hawker and Grieve will live for ever in the annals of Atlantic flight.
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