The Boy Volunteers with the French AirmenWard, Kenneth
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The Boy Volunteers with the French Airmen
Ward, Kenneth
Airmen -- France -- Juvenile fiction; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations -- Juvenile fiction
"Shortly after getting the first glimpse of the moving German columns I
noticed that it was growing dark, but when you are aloft that is not
noticed as quickly as when on terra firma. The great hosts of Germans
interested me intensely, and we kept on until I estimated that we were
fully ten miles behind the advance columns, when my assistant shouted
through the tube: 'Look back; what are your orders?'
"I saw that to continue would be disastrous, so I gave the order to
turn. This gave us the first opportunity to determine our speed, or, to
state it more accurately, the speed of the wind, for you will recall
that when we turned this afternoon, we seemed to stand still above the
town.
"Within ten minutes of the time I turned the machine to the west the
first heavy rolling clouds seemed to meet us. The earth was quickly
blotted from sight, and heavy rumblings were heard, but no indications
of lightning. I knew that heavy black clouds were dangerous, and they
were so black that it was impossible to see my assistant, three feet
distant.
"I could not decide what to do, so I finally shouted through the tube:
'keep on a straight course to the west,' for I knew that to land at that
point would bring us right into the great German column. There was no
rain falling at the time, but the cloud was like the densest mist. The
machine was still moving,--that is, the engine was merrily humming, and
my assistant's voice startled me as he shouted: 'There is something
wrong; compass out of order.'
"During the flashes I could see him pointing to the compass, and I
leaned over, and caught a glimpse of the dial. The pointer was swinging
around violently. The lightning now seemed to be incessant, and the
rumbling of the thunders was weird beyond description. Sometimes,
immediately after a vivid flash, a thick spray would deluge our faces."
"What were you thinking about while all this was happening?" asked
Alfred.
"What impressed me most was the wonderful difference between the
appearance of those electrical discharges when viewed in the usual way
from the surface of the earth. I did not notice any forked lightning,
nor did it show itself in streaks, darting hither and thither. It seemed
to be more like balls of fire, suddenly appearing here and there, and
when each ball burst into flame, there would be a crackling sound, at
any rate, so it seemed, for I dared not stop the engine.
"But the most remarkable thing was the odor which was present. It had a
pungent smell, not at all unpleasant, but decidedly exhilarating in its
effects. I suppose we were taking in ample doses of laughing gas, for I
assure you that after the first experience, we had no particular sense
of danger. It was most fascinating, and I felt as though I was being
raised up on my seat. Occasionally I would try to figure out how this
would end, but on the whole it was devoid of terror."
"How long were you in the storm?" asked Ralph.
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