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
"Well, I was so fascinated that I had forgotten to look at the watch. I
held it before me, and soon noticed that it was nearly five o'clock, so
that we were over an hour and a half in the thick of it. During this
experience what gave me the queerest feeling was the compass, the needle
of which could not be seen, it swung around with such velocity. Were we
going with the storm, or not? That was the thing uppermost in my mind.
If we were being carried along we might be even in Belgium by the time I
noted the watch.
"Then I tried an experiment. I ordered my assistant to make a turning
movement. This convinced me that we were really going with the storm,
and were now far over into German territory. Strange as it may seem, we
were not thrown hither and thither; the ship sailed along smoothly. I
feared to make the next experiment,--that is, to direct the machine
toward the earth, for, while everything worked perfectly, I had a
feeling that it would be safer to reach the earth with an engine running
than with a dead one. Slowly the machine went down; it seemed to get
lighter, but now the thunder came in sharp claps, and the form of the
lightning changed. I could distinctly see what the observer sees when on
the earth, long, zig-zag streaks multiplied a hundred times more than
anything I ever witnessed while on earth."
"How high were you up when you got out of the clouds?" asked Ralph.
"Seven hundred and seventy meters (about 2,900 feet), as indicated on
the barometer."
"Could you see the earth?" asked Alfred.
"No, indeed; the rain was pouring down; it was splashing over us and all
about us, and I signalled to go up again, and we soon entered the
clouds; but during all this time the needle of the compass kept
spinning, so that we knew nothing of the direction we were traveling."
"But couldn't you tell which way the wind was blowing?" asked Ralph.
"No; we were moving with the great air current, sometimes sailing with
it, and at other times against it, but with nothing below to indicate
the direction. We could not possibly say whether we were going north or
south."
"I think if I should be in the air and couldn't see the earth I would
know a way to tell which way the storm was moving," said Ralph.
"How?" asked the lieutenant, as he leaned forward.
"Why, the rain would come down at an angle, if the wind should be
blowing, wouldn't it?" replied Alfred.
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