"Now
get aboard, four of you," I said in a loud voice, indicating with my fingers that four of them were to go with me and the fifth was to remain by the junk.
As we slowly advanced up the bay, numerous canoes pushed off from the surrounding shores, and we were soon in the midst of quite a flotilla of them, their savage occupants struggling to
get aboard of us, and jostling one another in their ineffectual attempts.
After a manual push, I flew the CV 1, rolled out on final bearing, and prepared to
get aboard. When I descended out of 1,200 feet and cleared the marine layer, I could see one aircraft between the ship and my aircraft.