Used. Paperback. Before she was outflying the boys across the Atlantic, Beryl Markham was scouting big game from the cockpit, training racehorses, and growing up wild in early twentieth-century East Africa. Her memoir charts a fearless, wind-whipped life on a frontier that didn't know what to do with an independent woman, let alone one who could pilot a plane through a continent's worth of peril. The prose is so breathtakingly sharp and poetic that it famously left Ernest Hemingway feeling like an amateur carpenter with a pen. It is an adventurous, atmospheric classic of early aviation that delivers pure flight, fierce freedom, and some of the finest travel writing you will ever pull off a shelf.