THE COOS BAY TIMES, MARSHFIELD, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1911 EVENING EDITION. Bit rat Gu aktf AEROPLANE ADVENTURE By vJ.AIUMSTiRjONG DRJBXEL II. My Closest Calls In the Air ICopyrlRht. 1DU, by Henry M. Ncoiy. ' Copyrlaln In Uronl Iirltiiln and Canada All rights rexcned.J TO every mini who flies there conicH the moment when fate hangs by n llliny thread, when n hnlr's lirenillh ono wny or the other mean-,llfe or death. I know of nothing In huninii experience whkb can b-nvo so Indelible nn ImproM'don In bo abort a Hpncp of time. With the ncroplnnc as It N built today thce crlt Icnl momentH lire really only" the In fltillcttlmal fraction of n moment. The danger Is reached and In it Hash It Is passed safety or otherwise. There Is no time for thinking. Everything must tic done by instinct. True, we do inako voluntary and log ical movements when wc get Into theo dcrnpes. but I bellevo that thc-io move mentH n.ro always made too Into to do nny real good and that the first In etluctlve motion, without reason nml without thought, is what decided tho outcome of the moment. . Sometimes wo hnvo n warning1 of what Is coming, and In such Instances we can prepare ourselves and meet the danger with a plan of action logically thought out and calculated to meet tlio veru a strain on the planes that It la extremely dangerous. I think, on this day I speak of, that I was tiirnln the machine In her own length or even shorter. I wns paying not the slightest attention to the nngle at which I wns Hying: nil my thoughts wore on the little qlrcles 1 wns cutting, through the air. when suddenly I felt myself slipping on my seat, and I realized In a flash that my pianos wore dangerously near the perpendic ular. There wns no time to think. Ono instant more nml she would have lost her balance and come crashing down sideways to the ground 1W) feet below. Instinctively I threw my weight to tlm high side. My hand nt once touch ed the bottom of the frnmework n cir cumstance that will give some Idea of my great angle. I took my feet from the steering lover, braced the left ono against llio side of the framework, shoved the steering post over with my knees to wnrp the left wing and help to right her nml then I closed my eyes and waited for things to happen. Hut, fortunately for me. 1 had done the right things Just In the nick of time. An Inllultestlinnl fraction of a i kept drawing n.os'icit and closer aiioCi run center FLUNG AT A UREA I AMJI.E A I.I. HIE TI.M.E." emergency In the beat wny. At other eeond later would have been uselesg, times the dnpger comes and Is past be- for 1 nm convinced that I caught the foro wo really realize what Is happen- I machine Just as she was passing the Jng, and In these instances It Is only 'critical angle, after which there would IlioIiiHtinct tnnt oomes witn long train-i imve been nothing to Htiptort her In lag In flying that pulls us through In safety. I linvo personally had ninny thrilling experiences in tho air, but there nro llie air, and 1 should have gone crash lug downward. As swiftly ns It had come the danger hnd passed; thu ma chine bad righted herself, and I opened two instances that havo left upon my my eyes to find myself sailing nwny on memory stronger impr sslous than all . nn even heel safe, ullve, and thanking the others. I regard them us my two God for It. closest calls. I looked beneath mo and saw that lloth of these thrilling moments camo ' the mechanics wero' gazing up nt me 1o me while I was flying for prnctluo with no Idea of what I had Just passed nt my school nt Itcnulleu, nenr South' ampton, England. My pnrtner, MncAr die, and I have nn Ideal Hying grounds there. It Is seven miles from the mil road station, with perfectly flat coun try, smooth and clear except for ono Hue of telegraph wires. My Closest Call of. All. My closest call enmo to mo In a most uudramntlc wny. There were no spec tators savo ouly MacArdlo and our mechanics, and I think that Mac was tho only ouo of them who really saw ray danger and knew that ho was near to losing a pnrtner. I was flying low with tho Hlerlnt XI., with the anlliiuated type of wlns. I started to circle the placo In wide, easy curves, without any detlulto ob ject In view, I found tho maehlno wns blinking well at thu turns, and I became curious to see Just how small ii loop I could make with her, bo I gradually narrowed tho clrclo In which I was flying. There seemed no limit lo her possibilities; I felt ns though I could turn her on her beam ends if I wanted to, nnd so, without thu slight t thought of danger, I kept drawing closer ami closer nbout tho center, fly ing nt n great angle all thu time bu cnuso tbo clrclo bad becoinu so small that there was no straightaway flight It was a case of Jam tho rudder over hard and see how closu she would ouio about, It may be well to explain that the nieriot banks automatically when go ing about n turn that is, tho far side rises and the near side falls until tho machine is frequently tilted at an angle of forty-uvu degrees. This can, of courso, bo prevented by warping through. Mae, however, looked as white as n ghost. He knew. Naturally my nerves were nbout gone. My heart was thumping like a triphammer, nnd 1 could scarcely get my breath from the excitement. Hut I made up my mind that Mae was not going to set' mo ijult. so. ns though 1 had Intended Just what happened, 1 went Milling nwny to the far sldo of the grounds nnd enme back again In wide, easy, sweeplug curves that land ed mo at the feet of my excited part ner In perfect style. I did not fly again that day, lost Is Cloudland. My other narrow csenpo was the re sult of a fluke, nnd 1 was saved by a fluke. To this day I have not been nblo to figure out why either of the flukes happened. 1 wns practicing nt ilcnulleu for height; altitude work hnd nttracted me from the beginning, nnd I practiced constantly. In fact. I had soveral times exceeded the world's record for height ns It stood then, but could not claim It oiHclally. as I used my own barograph and nnerold and tho flights were made with Mae aud tho mechanics as tho only watchers. On this day L went up toward even ing. It was one of thoso gray days with a thin mist over everything and u damp feeling in tlie nir that sug gested an Impending fog. I should have known better than to attempt to climb under such conditions, but I was keyed up to It and 1 did not want to put It off. Tho mechanics turned tho propeller over and I was off. Tho englno was running with that smooth purring that is music to the ears of an aviator, and without any Incident whatever 1 tho wlugs and keeping her on n more climbed to'souiethimr llio noon fM. vea keel, but to do this puts so se- wuich wns then above tb. record, and atu ou Mreiw tadr wns debating whether to try for nny moro nltltudo with the darkness of evening gathering when my engluo began to sputter nnd miss In n way thnt sounded as though thero were no more gasoline In the tank. This, however. I knew could not be the cnue of the trouble. The tank hnd been well lllled before I started, nnd wlint the trouble, wns 1 have nev er ascertained, hut I felt the power beginning to give out. aud 1 shoved my steering post forward Just about in time to get the machine's nose pointed down when the engine stopped entirely. There was nothing for It but to plane down and get as near back home us possible. With the machine pointed right for a long spiral glide. 1 looked below to getMny hearings, nnd that Is whero I got my llrst fright The mists had gathered so thickly that I could not see a single glimpse of the earth Thero wns nothing beloW me but a .Mllllowy sea of clouds. Impenetrable to the eye. I blnmed myself in forcible Innnunge for my folly In imt taking more care ful note of my position on the upward climb. Now It wns too late. I hnd not the .slightest Idea what part of the country I was over nor In what direc tion I was headed, but I had all I roulrt do to take enro of the machine, rushing downward through spnee ns I wns at the into of seventy miles an hour or more. I thought of nothing except the steering nnd Instinctively tried to keep her going in n general wny In nbout the same wide circles that I had followed on my Journey up. Saved by a Fluke. Foon I entered the rlouds nnd began to catch glimpses of the earth. I thought I saw something thnt looked like one of the buildings on our Vrounds. nnd I steered accordingly, aiming to plane down o as to have plenty of room In the open land that stretched for miles nwny from the hangars. Suddenly I plnnrced through th mists Into the ordinary atmosphere of the earth's surface, nnd below me there was nothing but trees, trees, trees, ns fnr ns the eye could rench. I seemed to bo directly over tho heart of n limitless wood. To Innd In the branches meant certain wreck. I had no power In tho engine to give mo n chnnce to look nbout me for no open ing. There wns nothing to do nppnr ently but to plunge down nmong tho forest giants nnd trust to luck thnt the wreck of the mnchlne would not cut me up badly nnd that my fnll from tlw top of whnlever tree I lnndcd In would leave my features In good enough shnpe for Identification nt the Inquest. I took n deep swoop downward nnd then desperntelv turned the aeroplane's no.se upward to coast as high as tho momentum would tnke me and senrch for n clearing In thin momentary re spite. I plunged downward for a hundred feet nt n terrible rate; then at the mo ment of turning up my heart nearly stopped beating ns I heard n choking cough from the engine, then another, then nnother. nnd suddenly the br-r-r-r of the cylinders as tho explosions came with full force, and the propeller, get ting Its grip on the nlr. put on all Its power, nnd I climbed safely nwny from the treetops. overvthlng working per fectly nnd once more In control of n safe and efficient piece of machinery. I sailed close to tie ground until I rec ognized some houses over the edge of thu wood. I wnrf more than twenty miles from home: but. with the englno working smoothly, the trip back wns mere child's pln'y, and I was soon on thu gronnd ngnln. being alternately cursed and hugged by Mac. while the mechanics trundled the Itlerlot to the hangar. The Eternal Question. They aro never pleasant to talk nbont these narrow , escapes. It is best to forget about them ns soon after they have occurred ns possible, for they get on the nerves, and things thnt get on the nerves are not good In aviation. It has nlways struck mo as odd that almost tho first question the nverago man will ask nftcr bo has met mo Is; "What was the narrowest escape from death you havo ever had?" This Is simply nnother manifesta tion of that morbid desire for thrills nt nnother rami's expense by demnnd Ing fonts the aeroplane was never In tended to perform. The neroplnne has Its limitations, nnd they nre. so fnr. very narrow ones. It will do certnln simplo tilings very well nnd If not pushed ton hard is not n great deal moro dangerous than manufacturing dynamite or being picked out by the Itlnck Hand. The late Rnlph Johnstone recognized this clenrly, nnd he once snld. "It wll get us nil somo day." "It" got him Just ns It has got many another good man who Is trying to advance the now science, but these nre the things that It Is best for us not to think about. I remember when the first news of Johnstone's death reached me. I wns dining with Grahnme-White in Phil adelphia. Whlto hnd bad n hard after loon flying in the teeth of a flufcy lnd that would have kept any oihtr man safetly housed in the hangar. Reporters wanted to know If it would keep Whlto from flying next day. "No," said White. "These things cannot stop us. We must do our work Just tho same. Rut such accidents bring homo to us tho nwful danger that wo are constantly running, and wo havo to keep constantly pushing such thoughts out of our minds." Yet. as 1 sny. the average man. after be has talked to an aviator five min utes, will ask: What was the narrowest escape Who Wants This Grand JERSEY BULL? Non-U Humphrey, tho well-known Dairy nnd cattleman of Eugene, writes n letter to Tho Times, nsklng tho editor to propnro nn ndvcrtlseinent offering for uulo his lino Jersey bull "FLY. ING FOX." Ho encloses n pedlgrco and nn ndv. which says: "I am offering for snlo ono of tho finest Imported bulls to bo found in tho world. A. P. Walk er pronounces him n wonderful bull. Ho Is ensy worth $1,000. For a quick ensh sale, tho first chock for $500 gets him. Ho Is n most beautiful solid fawn.color with blnck points; very gentle nnd lino disposition. Look nt the pedigree Correspondence Follcltod." But I think the bcBt ndvertlsoment Is part of Mr. Humphrey's lottcr In which ho says: "I nm offering for snlo to the dairymen nround Mnrshilcld nnd Coos Dny, ono of tho grandest bred Jersey bulls thnt tho "Jslnnd of Jersey" over produced. I bought him for myself, but circumstances nre such thnt I deslro to Bell him nt n great sacrifice, this bull, 11 months old, im ported from tho island Inst year, will mnlto great money for tho dnirymon of Coos bounty. I havo never offered lTlm less thnn $500, but I nm now going to offor to tnko $350 spot ensh for him f. o. b. Etigeno If taken nt once. I consider lilm well worth $1,000 todny. A. P. Wnlkor, tho greatest Importer of Jerseys from tho Island, Bays that ho is n wonderful hull. It Is nn opportunity thnt somo of your dairymen ennnot nfford to let pass. Whoever gets him finds tho best bargnlu In Oregon thnt I know of. I enclose also his pedigree. "I, forgot to sny thnt dam of tho bull Is n very lnrgo milker nnd tested 7 2-10 April 11, 1911. You will see from this nd. thnt I havo reduced my prlco to $350.00 In order to mnko n quick salo for ensh. The bull Is very kind nnd ensy handled, nnd nil right In ovory wny. I nm now leaving tho wholo matter to you." Dairymen Interested may bco Pcdigreo nnd photographs of the bull nt Tho Times' office-. Address nil correspondence tq NORMS HUMPHREY EUGENE, OREGON. R. F. D. NUMBER 3. MARSHFIELD'S POPULAR. FAMILY HOTEL THE LLOYD Rntcs reduced to: Day 50c, 75c nnd $1.00; week $2.00 to $5.00. House keeping apartments with gns ranges $10.00 to $18.00 fier month. FREE BATHS E. W. SULLIVAN, Prop. Tho cost of ropnlrlng tho wiring in our building In Mnrshfleld wns nlno dollars. 'Tho ownor nt onco got a ro ductlon of Fifty Dollnrs per year In tho Insurance. Think it ovor. Coos Bay Wiring Co. PHONE 237-J "THE FRIEND OF COOS RAY' S. S. ALLIANCE EQUIPPED WITH WIRELESS CONNECTING WITU THE NORTH HANK ROAD AT PORTLAND Sails from Coos Bay for Eureka, Friday, Sep v I ember 29th, at service of tide. NORTH PaJIFIO STEAMSHIP COMPANY. PHONE 44 O. F. 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