at ever has been recorded before the fatal flight. McDermott, who
was a seasoned world-war veteran and accustomed to hazardous flights,
wrote seven letters to as many friends. These he placed in the hands
of a fellow officer with instructions that they be mailed in the event
of his death. The poem was discovered in the lieutenant's personal
effects, written on a piece of scratch paper. It had been stuffed in a
breast pocket of his uniform. The writing was scraggly, due to the
vibration of the motors. This is the death poem:

Another hour and far away I fly;
A last farewell to my friends I cry;
Then up to the rosy dawn in flight;
A battle with the elements I must fight.
Lost in the fog and mist and rain;
Tossed hither and yonder I strive in vain
To again win out as I have in the past;
Little I knew this was to be my last.
Sharp crash, and my wings are broken back;
Every wire is useless with too much slack.
Down, down I swirl and slip and spin;
Thinking only of all my worldly sin.
The earth seems rushing up to me;
While rigged crags raise their heads to greet me.
As twisting and twirling downward I swirl;
I bid a sad good-bye to a little girl.
Lower down into the trees I crash;
My plane and I have gone to smash.
Up from the Mass call me,
My untouched, unfettered spirit flies
Straight to mother's waiting overhead.

Although no one, so far as is known, saw Lieutenant McDermott write
the poem, his fellow officers at Golding field pointed out today that
every indication points to it having been written during the hour
preceding the fatal crash. His first act following the premonition was
to write the farewell letters, said a fellow officer today. The poem
obviously was written under the vibration of engines, so it follows it
must have been set down during the last few minutes of his life. The
officer to whom Lieutenant McDermott intrusted the farewell letters
mailed them a few minutes after he heard of the fatality.

In this case the premonition seems to have served its purpose
advantageously. Death had no terrors for Lieutenant McDermott.

SON'S DREAM LOCATES HIS FATHER'S BODY.

Chicago Herald-Examiner, Thursday, June 23, 1921

Dickinson, N.D., June 22--A dream in which he saw the spot
where his father's body lay led Raymond Everetts, 11, to
discover the body yesterday. Tom Everetts, t