Extract from the book describing the flight of the Cosmos over Cape Cod
they were down nearly to a thousand feet , and the details of the land were clear.It was low and sandy: to the south of them it stretched on indefinitely. To the north it ended in the sea almost beneath them, curving away in a curious hook of sandbanks.There was a town of white wooden houses in the sandhills, Provincetown, and a very high square tower built of grey stone.

..................... It was extraordinarily similar. A sandy cliff seventy or a hundred feet in height seemed to be crowned with bushes and low scrub; as the top of it was above the seaplane most of the time they could  only catch glimpses of the land behind. The foot of the cliff ran out in a short beach on which the white surf rolled and beat in breakers. Ahead of them, as far as they could see, this beach and cliff stretched on continuously, evenly, uninterrupted.

They flew on low beside it for minute after minute, mile after mile; there was no break or interruption in the cliff or in the beach. Alix leaned forward and touched the pilot on the shoulder. 'What a marvellous beach! ' He turned a white, strained face to her. I know this place. We called it Wonderstrands.'.................He eased the wheel back, and climbed to three or four hundred feet........................ They flew on down the immense beach for another ten minutes; it seemed endless and unchanging. Presently Ross said uncertainly. There was a little sandy island, where we found the honey-dew. I can't see it yet.'.........................................A minute or two later they came level with Eastham.

Looking ahead, the girl saw a series of wide stretches of inland water separated From the sea by sand-bars, calm and inviting. She said quietly, 'We could land on one of those lagoons. Why don't we put down there ?...............................................
He flew on down the coast past Pleasant Bay and Chatham, the girl crouching close behind him. They turned the corner of the land and began to follow the shore westwards on the south side of the Cape. They flew on down the low-lying, sandy coast for a quarter of an hour, past Harwich and Hyannis;
presently the country got a little bolder, and the shores more thickly wooded. Suddenly the pilot put the seaplane into a steep turn above a harbour entrance between sandy spits, leading to inland water.........................He throttled back, and circled out to sea. The orange seaplane sank towards the water; presently he opened up again and flew towards the harbour entrance about thirty feet above the water.'This is the place,' he said.They passed the sand-spit and flew on above the placid inland water, with Osterville Grand Island on their right hand and Cotuit on the left. They passed on between the wooded shores into the Great Bay and turned to the north. A narrow, river-like stretch of water led inland with wooded country to the west and fairly open, park-like country to the east. They shot up this at ninety miles an hour; it opened out into a still, inland lagoon completely surrounded by the woods. The pilot took the seaplane up to about three hundred feet, and circled round.'That's where we came to,' he said quietly. 'We made our camp down there, under that little knoll.' They stared down at the lagoon. It lay still and attractive in the morning sunlight; the woods cast bright reflections in the calm water. There were two or three shacks or summer cottages clustered at one end of it and one or two large houses dotted about among the trees, not very near the shore. Otherwise it was deserted. Alix said."are you sure about it, Donald?"
He said. There's nothing changed here since we came before. Only those houses in the woods have come. Would you get back into your seat. Miss Alix ? I'm going down to land.'
She slipped back into her seat. The pilot closed the throttle and put the seaplane into a wide gliding turn. He came in over the little shacks at the east end of the lagoon, slipped down towards the water, and flattened out with a little burst of engine. The floats touched gently and bit down into the surface; the seaplane slowed, sank down into the water, and came to rest before the little cove. Ross turned and taxied in towards the beach.
The floats touched on the sand, and the machine came to rest. The pilot cut the switches and the propeller stopped; silence closed down upon them. He turned to Lockwood. This is the place we came to in my dream,' he said. I'm sorry, but I had to land.............
She got out of her seat, got down on to the float, and went along it to the beach. Lockwood followed her a minute later. She reached the pilot. 'Donald,' she said gently, Is it the place you thought it was?'
He nodded. It's the place, all right. We made our camp up there, at the top of the beach.'
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The pilot stopped at the edge of the woods and looked around. It's all very like it was, as I remember it,' he said. 'Only, the trees are smaller - it's all second growth, this stuff. It's a shame, that. It was so pretty then.'
The girl said gently, 'This place means a lot to you, Donald, doesn't
it?'
He said, I was very happy here.'
He turned towards the little knoll. "That's our hill,' he said. 'Would you come up there with me?'
She said in a low tone, 'Of course.'
They turned, and left the beach in silence. In silence they climbed up the little knoll above the quiet lagoon; the ground was soft and springy under their feet. At the top the girl stood for a minute, looking around. The still water lay beneath them, mirroring reflections of the trees and of the sky; the orange seaplane lay below them on the beach. It was very quiet.
It's a friendly place,' she said at last.
'Why do you say that ? '
She turned to the pilot. He was on his knees beside a rock, covered in lichen and half buried in the sand. He was staring up at her. 'Why did you say that?' he asked again.
She shook her head. I don't know, Donald. Some places are happy places. This is one of them.'
1 know.' He glanced at the rock. 'Do you remember this?'
She knelt down on the turf beside him. I'm afraid not, Donald,' she said quietly.

He laid his hand upon it. This is our stone.'
'You mean, this is the stone you dreamed about?' she asked.
He nodded. 'This is it.'
Lockwood came up the knoll to them; the pilot raised his head.1 dreamed that we put a stone up on this hill, sir,' he said evenly.
'Well, here it is.'
The don put on his spectacles and said, 'Let's have a look at it.' There was something very soothing in his practical acceptance of the fact. He dropped on to his knees with them beside the stone, and passed his hand over it. Then he got his knife and scraped a corner of it with a sharp tool. After a time he said. It looks like a tertiary basalt - an augitite.'
He raised his head and stared out over the lagoon. If that's the case,' he said, 'it can't be native to the cape. It's all sand and silica formations here. There's no basalt in these parts. Somebody must have brought it from some other place.'
Ross nodded. 'We got it from the hill above our camp at Brattalid.
That's where we got all the ballast for the ship.'
They all stared down at it in silence for a time.
'That's a possibility,' Lockwood said at last. 'You get this sort of basalt there, all right.'
The pilot got to his feet. 'Let's lift it up and have a proper look,' he said. 1 think it's got some more to tell us, if it gets a chance.
It was half buried in the turf; with some difficulty they heaved it from its bed. The buried face was cleaner than the top part; there were marks cut deep into the stone that ran under the lichens of the part that was exposed. They bent over it and scraped the lichens clear, working in silence.
Presently the don said, "These are runic carvings.'
He brushed the dust away, and stepped back to see them in full view. The marks were quite clear where they had been covered by
the ground, weathered and less distinct above. They made a pattern:

'Haki and Hekja,' Ross said softly. 'And it's been here all this time.'
linkto art pic on org site (plus caption) Lockwood glanced at him. "That's what it seems to mean.' He stooped and traced the markings with his finger. 'Haki and Hekja.
So this is where Leif came to.' He stared out absently across the lagoon, and was silent for a minute. Then he turned to Ross. This ought to set your mind at rest,' he said. The Norsemen must have come here, as you thought.'
He got to his feet, and went down to the seaplane to get a camera to photograph the stone before it was disturbed again. The pilot stood up, and stared across the woods towards the west, towards the gently rising foothills of the mainland. It's turned out a good country,' he said thoughtfully. 'We told Leif that it was the best land in the world. And so it was.'
The girl was still crouching down beside the stone, fingering the runes. He knelt down again beside her. She ran her fingers slowly over the lines.
1 know these marks,' she said at last. I've done this before, some time . . .'
She raised her eyes to his. 'You were very much in love with Hekja, Donald, weren't you?'
He nodded without speaking.
The girl said gently, 'Tell me, what was she like?'
He said, 'She was like you.'
He took her hand in his. 'We were very much in love in those days,' he said softly. 'We could be again. Leif said our names would be together, for as long as this stone should endure.'
1 know, Donald.' There was a little pause, and then she said. The names of two young Scots, who should have been remembered for the work they did, who have been quite forgotten.'
He said, 'Not quite. We shall remember them.'
A very satisfying end to the novel
NOTE the text extract from the book as shown above is copyright ©1940 by the Trustees of the Estate of the late Nevil Shute Norway
the US first edition dustcover image is similarly ©1940 by the US publishers (WILLIAM MORROW AND CO)

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