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by M. Mouillard
     IT was in my callow days on my farm in the plain of Mitidja, Algeria, that I experimented with my apparatus No. 3, the light, imperfect one, which I carried about like a feather.
     I had already tested approximately the working of my aeroplane by jumping down from the height of a few feet. I knew that it would carry my weight, but I was afraid to experiment in the wind before the home folks, and time dragged wearily with me until I knew just what the machine would do.
     I did not want to expose myself to possible ridicule, and I had succeeded by a series of profound combinations and pretexts in sending everybody away, and as soon as their backs were turned, I strolled into the prairie with my apparatus upon my shoulders.
     Nearby there was a wagon road, raised some 5 feet above the plain.* * * Then came a little puff of wind, and it also came into my head to jump over that ditch. I used to leap across easily without my apparatus, but I thought I might try it armed with my aeroplane; so took a a good run across the road and jumped the ditch as usual.
     But, oh, horrors! Once across the ditch my feet did not come down to earth; I was gliding on the air and making vain efforts to land, for my aeroplane had set out on a cruise. I dangled only one foot from the soil, but, do what I would, I could not reach it, and I was skimming along without the power to stop.
     At last my feet touched the earth. I fell forward on my hands, broke one of the wings, and all was over; but, goodness, how frightened I had been! I was saying to myself that if even a light wind gust occurred, it would toss me up 30 to 40 feet into the air, and then surely upset me backward, so that I would fall on my back. This I knew perfectly for I understood the defects of my machine. I was poor, and I had not been able to treat myself to a more complete aeroplane. All's well that ends well. I then measured the distance between my toe marks and found it to be 138 feet.
     Here is the rationale of the thing. In making my jump I acquired a speed of 11 to14 miles per hour, and just as I crossed the ditch I must have met a puff of the rising wind. It probably was traveling some 8 to 11 miles per hour, and the two speeds added together produced enough pressure to carry my weight.
     I cannot say that on this occasion I appreciated the delights of traveling in the air. I was too much alarmed, and yet never will I forget the strange sensations produced by this gliding.
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     EDITOR'S NOTE: Why aspiring aviators left home for their secret exploits is suggested by the diary of M. Mouillard (1865) in explanation of the occasional discovery of new Early Birds.


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Another of the more interesting ones is the following.
Progress in Flying Machines
by Octave Chanute

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Mouillard died on September 20, 1897.
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