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KRONFELD ON GLIDING AND SOARING.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club

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SOME FLIGHTS OF MY OWN 135<br />

Gotha. I felt sure of it from my memories of what I<br />

had studied in my maps. Gradually I ascertained how far<br />

before the front I could keep my machine without losing<br />

height or exposing myself to over-violent squalls, and flew<br />

onward for a whole hour, keeping a south-easterly course.<br />

I now began to feel discomfort from the water that had<br />

rained down on my hair, head and neck during the previous<br />

heavy showers. My teeth chattered audibly. How long<br />

was this flight to go on ? It went on regularly and steadily.<br />

Such minor troubles, I thought, must often occur to pilots<br />

who fly long distances overland in power-driven machines,<br />

and so I held on my course to the south-east.<br />

Often mighty clouds gathered in front of the rain storm,<br />

I flew round them but was sometimes compelled to push<br />

through them. However, I soon found that I was managing<br />

this blind flying better than at first.<br />

As far as I could make out, the towns over which I flew<br />

must have been Erfurt and Weimar, but I am not sure.<br />

Then the front bent sharply to the south. It was already<br />

late. Visibility was bad and grew steadily worse. Darkness<br />

fell and I began to think about getting down. Wide<br />

plains stretched before me partially wooded ; I was over<br />

unknown country. I knew that the storm behind me must<br />

follow and therefore I looked out for some building where<br />

I might conceivably find shelter for my machine after<br />

landing. A town came into sight, with a fine field for<br />

landing just outside it and a big factory close at hand. I<br />

dropped down a bit and examined the whole situation<br />

carefully once more. The flags of a Gymnastic Festival<br />

which was being held there gave me an excellent idea of<br />

the wind's direction, and I could hear the shouts of the<br />

people. After a short glide I landed in Hermsdorf, not far<br />

from Gera, and nearly ninety miles from the Wasserkuppe.<br />

II<br />

A BLIND FLIGHT IN A <strong>SOARING</strong> PLANE<br />

The Olympiad was drawing to its close. As regards<br />

the science of flight, it had taught us something new as

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