Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1911-06-23
CHAPTER I.
The Man With Wings.

ne wan WIN wings.
For many hours-Cayley was too
much of a god today to bother with
the exact number of thern-he had
been flying slowly northward down a
mild southerly breeze. Hundreds Of
feet below him was the dazzling, ter
which shrouds the northern limits Of
the Arctic ocean in its impenetrable
veil Of mystery.
A compass, a sextant, a bottle OF
milk and revolver comprised, with
the clothes he wore, and with the
shimmering silken wings of his areo-
plane, his whole equipment. His near
est base Of supplies. If you could call
1t that, was 20-pound tin Of pemmi-
can, hidden under a stone on the
north east extremity OF Herald island,
800 miles away. The United States
fescue station at Point Barrow, the
extreme northerly point OF Alaska,
the place which he had called home
for the past three months. was pos
sibly. half as far again away. some
where off to the southeast.
But for these past weeks Of un-
broken arctic sunshine, he had fairly
lived awning. The earth had no OBJ
structions and the air no perils. To
day, with his great broad fan-tail
drawn up arc-wise beneath him, his
planes pitched slightly forward at the
precise and perilous angle that only
Just did not send him plunging, head
first, down upon the sullen masses of
ice below, he lay there. prone. upon
the sheep-skin sleeping bag which
padded the framework supporting his
two wings. as secure as the great full
mar petrol which drew curiously near,
and then, with wheel and a plunge.
fed away. squawking.
For all practical purposes Cayley
had learned to fly. The great fan
driven air ship, 100 feet from tip to
tip. which had long lain idle on his
ranch at Sandoval, would probably
never leave It's house again. 1t had
done yeoman service. Without iti
powerful propellers, for the last re
source, Cayley would never have beer
able to try the experiments and gel
the practise which had given him the
air for his natural element. He had
outgrown 1t, He had no more need
OF motors or whirling fans. The force
OF gravity, the force of the breeze ant
the perfectly co-ordinated muscles ol
his own body gave him all the power
he needed now.
Perhaps the succeeding generations
nf hIarn
which can see ahead when the body
is lying prone, as bird lies In itl
flight. Cayley had remedied this de
hciency with a little silver mirror
slightly concars. screwed fast to tn,
crossbrace which supported his shoul
ders. Instead of bending back hi
head, or trying to see out through hi
eyebrows. he simply cast backwar,
glance into this mirror whenever h,
wanted to look on ahead. 1t had beel
little perplexing at first, but h
could see better In II now than witt
his unaided eyes.
And now, a minute or two, perhaps
after that fulmar had gone squawkinl
away, he glanced down into his mil
row. and his olympian calm wa
shaken with the shock of surprise
For what he saw, clearly reflected Il
his little reducing glass, was land
There was mountain. and lonI
dark line that must be a clifflik
coast.
And 1t was land that never ma,
been marked on any chart. In abse
lutte degrees OF latitude he was moi
from the arctic explorers view, yer
far north. Over on the other side @
the world they run excursion steam
ers every summer nearer to the pol
than he was ct this moment. Spiti