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...m.p.h. He swung Bluebird around and started back into the measured kilometer, picking up speed until he was doing an estimated 340 m.p.h. Suddenly, Campbell's voice crackled over the radio. "She's tramping [shaking]! She's tramping! She's going!" Bluebird's right pontoon lifted, then her nose; finally, the whole boat went airborne, looped over backward, slammed back into the water, and sank. Divers finally located Bluebird, split in two on the lake bottom 142 ft. below. At week's end they were still searching for Campbell's body...
With ten others, Hale piled into a pontoon raft, but inrushing waves from the sinking Morrell capsized the craft, pitching its occupants into 40° water. In the blackness, only Hale and three others managed to climb back in. Soon after dawn, Deck Mates John Cleary and Arthur Stojek died. "They were frozen," said Hale. "They had shocked eyes. They had funny expressions." Wheelsman Charles Fosbender died late that afternoon...
...look for ground targets," says he, "suddenly they start popping into your vision. When you look at rivers, you are looking for camouflaged boats under overhanging trees. You look for roads running up to rivers. They have to traverse a river somehow, so somewhere near that area are pontoon bridges or barges, motor tugs or ferries...
These and myriad other maritime sugarplums danced in the brains of weekend salts this week as the world's biggest boat show opened in Manhattan. The big lure, of course, was the boats themselves - 510 different models ranging in size from a 6-ft. pontoon knockabout to the 44-ft. Pacemaker power cruiser (with electric dishwasher, refrigerator, and two showers), in price from $69.50 for a sailing dinghy to $70,000 for a 42-ft. sport fisherman. Some of the highlights...
...Zambezi River near Kasane. Potbellied kids squatted in the shade of round, white-walled mud huts while their mothers hacked with mattocks in the maize patches. Down at the riverbank, "Captain" Nelson Maibolwa puttered with twin 18-h.p. outboard motors slung on a ramshackle wood-and-iron pontoon. Behind him flowed the sun-dappled, grey-green Zambezi, where crocodiles, hippos and shoals of saber-toothed tiger-fish eternally wait their prey. There came the sound of a laboring truck engine, and brawny, coal-black Captain Nelson peered down the rutted dirt track from the south as proudly as if Emma...