ABSTRACT
After long weeks of blank, unrelieved desolation there happened, one day in March, an unexpected event: up in the blue spring sky, high above the silent town, appeared an aeroplane. The appearance of this aerial visitor caused something of a sensation. It was the first aeroplane that had flown above Riga since the German troops had evacuated the town just before the Reds arrived. Everyone imagined the Baltic Volunteers to have been pushed back so far that this could scarcely be a White airman. It was therefore with rather puzzled curiosity that everyone gazed upwards at the new-comer. The White airman in the firmament seemed to pay not the slightest attention to the shooting and yelling of the excited hordes below him. He continued serenely to describe his graceful circles. The angry curses of the Reds followed him.
