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The Aeroplane Speaks. Fifth Edition
·
H. Barber
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Arriving
there
the
Pilot
turns
the
Aeroplane
in
order
to
face
the
wind
and
thus
secure
a
quick
"get-off."
Then
he
opens
the
throttle
fully
and
the
mighty
voice
of
the
Engine
roars
out
"Now
see
me
clear
that
hedge!"
and
the
Aeroplane
races
forward
at
its
minimum
angle
of
incidence.
Tail
up,
and
with
ever-increasing
speed,
it
rushes
towards
the
hedge
under
the
lee
of
which
it
has
lately
been
at
rest;
and
then,
just
as
the
Observer
involuntarily
pulls
back
an
imaginary
joy-stick,
the
Pilot
moves
the
real
one
and
places
the
machine
at
its
best
climbing
angle.
Like
a
living
thing
it
responds,
and
instantly
leaves
the
ground,
clearing
the
hedge
like
a--well,
like
an
Aeroplane
with
an
excellent
margin
of
lift.
Upwards
it
climbs
with
even
and
powerful
lift,
and
the
familiar
scenes
below
again
gladden
the
eyes
of
the
Pilot.
Smaller
and
more
and
more
squat
grow
the
houses
and
hills;
more
and
more
doll-like
appear
the
fields
which
are
clearly
outlined
by
the
hedges;
and
soon
the
country
below
is
easily
identified
with
the
map.
Now
they
can
see
the
river
before
them
and
a
bay
of
the
sea
which
must
be
crossed
or
skirted.
The
fog
still
lingers
along
the
course
of
the
river
and
between
the
hills,
but
is
fast
rolling
away
in
grey,
ghost-like
masses.
Out
to
sea
it
obscures
the
horizon,
making
it
difficult
to
be
sure
where
water
ends
and
fog
begins,
and
creating
a
strange,
rather
weird,
effect
by
which
ships
at
a
certain
distance
appear
to
be
floating
in
space.
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