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The Aeroplane Speaks. Fifth Edition
·
H. Barber
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Now
the
bay
is
almost
crossed
and
the
Aerodrome
at
B.
can
be
distinguished....
On
the
Aerodrome
is
a
little
crowd
waiting
and
watching
for
the
arrival
of
the
Aeroplane,
for
it
is
of
a
new
and
improved
type
and
its
first
'cross-country
performance
is
of
keen
interest
to
these
men;
men
who
really
know
something
about
flight.
There
is
the
Squadron
Commander
who
has
done
some
real
flying
in
his
time;
several
well-seasoned
Flight-Commanders;
a
dozen
or
more
Flight-Lieutenants;
a
knowledgeable
Flight-Sergeant;
a
number
of
Air
Mechanics,
and,
a
little
on
one
side
and
almost
unnoticed,
the
Designer.
"I
hope
they
are
all
right,"
says
someone,
"and
that
they
haven't
had
difficulties
with
the
fog.
It
rolled
up
very
quickly,
you
know."
"Never
fear,"
remarks
a
Flight-Commander.
"I
know
the
Pilot
well
and
he's
a
good
'un;
far
too
good
to
carry
on
into
a
fog."
"They
say
the
machine
is
really
something
out
of
the
ordinary,"
says
another,
"and
that,
for
once,
the
Designer
has
been
allowed
full
play;
that
he
hasn't
been
forced
to
unduly
standardize
ribs,
spars,
struts,
etc.,
and
has
more
or
less
had
his
own
way.
I
wonder
who
he
is.
It
seems
strange
we
hear
so
little
of
him."
"Ah!
my
boy.
You
do
a
bit
more
flying
and
you'll
discover
that
things
are
not
always
as
they
appear
from
a
distance!"
"There
she
is,
sir!"
cries
the
Flight-Sergeant.
"Just
a
speck
over
the
silvery
corner
of
that
cloud."
A
tiny
speck
it
looks,
some
six
miles
distant
and
three
thousand
feet
high;
but,
racing
along,
it
rapidly
appears
larger
and
soon
its
outlines
can
be
traced
and
the
sunlight
be
seen
playing
upon
the
whirling
propeller.
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