of the disaster to Point Barrow, fifteen miles away,
northernmost point on the continent, where the
United States Army Signal Corps maintains a
radio station. Over the dry hummocks, through
little streams wending their way into the Arctic
Ocean and around tiny lakes, where nested the
white, whistling swans and the black-necked geese,
the Eskimo walked and raced until three hours
later he reached the settlement. Exhausted, he
stopped near the radio shack to gasp out to a group
of natives: "Bird men dead. Red bird blow up."

Staff Sergeant Stanley R. Morgan, of the Signal
Corps, the only representative of the Government
north of Latitude 71°, heard the native's story,
and from his pidgin English the soldier knew that
the plane was that of Post and that the passenger
was Will Rogers.

Out into the Arctic night went Sergeant Morgan
to round up a crew of Eskimo seal hunters to go
to the scene. In a whaleboat kicked along by an
outboard motor, they churned their way south-
ward through the little streams and across the tiny
ponds. It was several hours later before they came
upon the wreckage. The plane lay on its back in
two feet of water, its right wing was crumpled, its
engine jammed back into the cockpit.

In Rogers' pocket was his Ingersoll watch, still
ticking, showing the time at 3.30 A.M. On Post's
wrist was a smashed watch showing the time at
8.18 P.M.--the time of the crash on August 15,

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