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THE POTTER SHIELD
A Flight By Night
I NEVER did find out exactly how I happened on that field, but as I remember,
I was walking proudly forth with my friend Dodge Jefferson. He had been an
aviator before the United States had declared war and had responded immediately
to the President's call. He was now an accomplished blrdman and as I walked out
with him I felt, indeed, that I deserved more than ordinary notice. .
Jefferson led me across the field to one of the many favorite hangars. Salutmg
the guard, he opened the door and we entered. Sunlight streamed through a sky-
light overhead, illuminating the large bird-like plane before me. I stopped momen-
tarily, attempting to realize that this object before me was the wonderful plane my
friend had been telling me about. . U ,
"Don't be afraid," he laughed, as he noticed my "wall-eyed" staring, "lt won t
Hi am due for a flight at half-past, George," he added to the mechanic, who
was bending over the motor. i
"Whom are you going to take up?" I questioned. I anticipated his offer and
resolved to accept.
"How about you?"
"Great," I answered. "I certainly would like to."
Fifteen minutes later the plane was wheeled out, ready for flight.
"Here, you'll need this," said Jefferson, holding out a heavy aviation coat and
a muffler. He also gave me a queer leather arrangement which he showed me how
"ft is a mouth and nose guard," he explained. "It prevents your breath being
blown back into your mouth when traveling 'at high speed. You don't need to
put it on yet." X'
I climbed into the passenger seat with my companion in front of me. One of
the attendants turned the propeller over. The motor started with a terrific noise
and clatter which soon settled down to a loud heavy drone.
Dodge gave the signal and we rolled swiftly across the field. Then we left the
ground. I looked over the side and saw the earth rushing away from me. While
there was a remarkable feeling of firmness and stability about the plane, there was
just a trace of the sensation that I had left the lower part of my stomach behind.
At a height of about two thousand feet objects were plainly distinguishable
and I had a beautiful view of San Francisco and the country round about. As
we rose, the objects below me seemed to go together as if some great, invisible
hand was tightening a strap around the earth. At a height of about six thousand
feet the city below me looked like a large garden marked off neatly into small
plots, bordered by white bands. There were two or three larger, more irregular,
green and brown plots which seemed to be the parks. All together it looked like a
miniature city on the shore of a great lake.
"How do you like it?" yelled Jefferson above the roar and rush of the wind and
"Fine," I answered.
I now began to pay more attention to my companion. He held in his hand a
movable steering column. Moving this forward would cause the plane to descend,
back, to ascend. The machine was steered to the right or left by the steering
wheel on the column. The fuel was controlled by a pedal under the right foot,
the spark from the wheel.
Dodge motioned for me to adjust my mouth guard. I did so, and waited ex-
pectantly. The roar of the motor increased and for the next few minutes a powerful
something seemed to push me backwards.
After a while we slowed down. "How fast?" I questioned.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Over a hundred," he guessed.
Dodge circled, and flew back towards camp. When he had almost reached it
he shut off his motor and volplaned down in a spiral. This made me 1'H-tl161' dizzy,
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