Roy Norton, The Bauble (1910)
“ Above us the clouds lightened to a pallid gray, and then in a moment more we leaped through them into a moonlit world. The fog banks beyond which we had passed had become a white and crested sea which rolled in stately, slow billows as far as the eye could reach. The stars seemed near and clear and bright. It was as if we had invaded a mystic realm of peaceful beauty and left war and its panoplies of horror or glory behind. The machine perceptibly righted and swung out toward the north, that north in which lay the legions of France—and friends! ”
