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By Amos Ives Root
Reprinted from Gleanings in Bee Culture, Jan 1, 1905
The A.I. Root Company
Medina, Ohio
Dear Friends,
I have a wonderful story to tell you - a story that, in some
respects, out rivals the Arabian Nights fables - a story, too, with a
moral that I think many of the younger ones need, and perhaps some of the
older ones too if they will heed it. God in his great mercy has permitted
me to be, at least somewhat, instrumental in ushering in and introducing
to the great wide world an invention that may outrank the electric cars,
the automobiles, and all other methods of travel, and one which may fairly
take a place beside the telephone and wireless telegraphy. Am I claiming
a good deal? Well, I will tell my story, and you shall be the judge. In
order to make the story a helpful one, I may stop and turn aside a good
many times to point a moral.
In our issue for September 1, I told you of two young men, two
farmer's boys, who love machinery, down in the central part of Ohio. I am
now going to tell you something of two other boys, a minister's boys, who
love machinery, and who are interested in the modern developments of
science and art. Their names are Orville and Wilbur Wright, of Dayton,
Ohio. I made mention of them and their work on page 241 of our issue for
March 1 last. You may remember it. These two, perhaps by accident, or
may be as a matter of taste, began studying the flights of birds and
insects. From this they turned their attention to what has been done in
the way of enabling men to fly. They not only studied nature, but they
procured the best books, and I think I may say all the papers, the world
contains on this subject. When I first became acquainted with them, and
expressed a wish to read up all there was on the subject, they showed me a
library that astonished me; and I soon found they were thoroughly versed,
not only in regard to our present knowledge, but everything that had been
done in the past. These boys (they are men now), instead of spending
their summer vacation with crowds, and with such crowds as are often
questionable, as so many do, went away by themselves to a desert place by
the seacoast. You and I have in years past found enjoyment and health in
sliding down hill on the snow; but these boys went off to that sandy waste
on the Atlantic coast to slide down hill too; but instead of sliding on
snow and ice they slid on air. With a gliding machine made of sticks and
cloth they learned to glide and soar from the top of a hill to the bottom;
and by making not only hundreds but more than a thousand experiments, they
became so proficient in guiding these gliding machines that they could
sail like a bird, and control its movements up and down as well as
sidewise. Now, this was not altogether for fun or boys' play.* [When I
suggested that, even though sliding down hill on the air was very nice, it
must have been quite a task to carry the machine back to the top of the
hill every time, the reply was something like this: "Oh! No, Mr. Root - -
no task at all. Just remember that we always sail against the wind; and
by a little shifting of the position, the wind does the greater part of
the work in carrying it back." It just blows it back (whenever the wind
is strong enough) up hill to the starting point.] They had a purpose in
view. I want to stop right here to draw one of my morals. If I allude to
myself somewhat, please do not think I do it because I wish to boast.
Some of you have read or heard me tell of the time when my attention was
first called to bees. Almost the first thing I did was to go to the book
stores and see what books were to be found on the subject. I studied
these books day and night, and read them over and over again. Then I
procured the books and bee journals from the old world; and when the
language was something I could not manage I hired an interpreter to
translate for me until I knew pretty nearly what the book contained. In
less than one year I was in touch with the progressive beekeepers of the
world; and the American Bee Journal, that had been dropped for lack of
support, was started up again. I mention this to show you that my success
in bee culture, from the very first, was not luck or chance. It was the
result of untiring energy and work. Now let me draw a contrast. During
the years that are past, quite a number of men have come to me with their
patented hives. A good many of these men had never seen a bee journal.
Some of them who had paid out their hard earnings to the Patent Office had
almost never seen a book on bee culture, and they were not sure, from
actual experience, of the existence of the queen bee. We have inventors
at the present time who are giving their lives and money to the four winds
in the same poor foolish way. If you wish to make a success of any thing,
or in any line among the many lines that lie before us in this great world
of ours, find out what the great and good men have done in this special
line before you.
Well, these two men spent several summers in that wild place,
secure from intrusion, with their gliding machine. When they became
experts they brought in, as they had planned to do, a gasoline engine to
furnish power, and made a little success with their apparatus before
winter set. As soon as the weather would permit, their experiments were
resumed the past season. You may have seen something in regard to it in
the papers; but as their purpose has been from the beginning to the end to
avoid publicity, the great outside world has had but very little
opportunity of knowing what is going on. The conditions were so different
after applying power that it seemed at first, to a real extent, as if they
would have to learn the trade of guiding their little ship all over again.
At first they went only a few hundred feet; and as the opportunity for
practice in guiding and controlling it was only a few seconds at a time,
their progress was necessarily very slow. Let me digress again just a
little.
I do not know exactly how many years ago it was, perhaps
something like thirty, that I saw in the Scientific American that they had
in France what was called at that time a velocipede. As soon as I saw the
description I sent an order for one, and I think I had about the first
machine in the semblance of a bicycle that was ever in Ohio - perhaps one
of the first brought into the United States. The machine cost over $100;
and as it was a heavy affair, the express on it cost quite an item more.
When it came to hand, after days and weeks of anxious waiting, neither
myself nor anybody else could ride it at all. The whole town jeered at
me, and the story of the "fool and his money" was hurled in my teeth so
many times I almost dread to hear it even yet. Men of good fair
understanding pointed their fingers at me, and said that anybody of good
common sense ought to know that that thing would not stand up with a man
on it, for that would be an utter impossibility. I worked at it, the
crowd in my way, for several hours in the morning. Finally, I rented the
largest hall in the town, went in with one trusty boy who had faith, for a
companion, and locked the door. After quite a little practice on the
smooth floor of the hall, I succeeded in riding from one end to the other;
but I could not turn the corners. When, after still more practice, I did
turn one corner without falling, how my spirits arose! A little later I
went in a wobbly way clear around the room. Then my companion did the
same thing, and, oh how we did rejoice and gather faith! A little later
on, with a flushed but happy face, I went out into the street and rode
around the public square. You can guess the rest of it. Well, these boys
wanted just the same kind of privacy to try their flying machine that I
needed for my velocipede but as it measures about forty feet from the tip
of one wing to the tip of the other, instead of a large hall they wanted a
large level field in some out-of-the-way place. I found them in a pasture
lot of 87 acres, a little over half a mile long and nearly as broad. The
few people who occasionally got a glimpse of the experiments, evidently
considered it only another Darius Green, but I recognized at once they
were really scientific explorers who were serving the world in much the
same way that Columbus did when he discovered America, and just the same
way that Edison, Marconi, and a host of others have done all along through
the ages.
In running an automobile or a bicycle you have to manage the
steering only to the right and left; but an air-ship has to be steered up
and down also. When I first saw the apparatus it persisted in going up
and down like the waves of the sea. Sometimes it would dig its nose in
the dirt, almost in spite of the engineer. After repeated experiments it
was finally cured of its foolish tricks, and was made to go like a steady
old horse. This work, mind you, was all new. Nobody living could give
them any advice. It was like exploring a new and unknown domain. Shall I
tell you how they cured it of bobbling up and down? Simply by loading its
nose or front steering apparatus with cast iron. In my ignorance I
thought the engine was not large enough; but when fifty pounds of iron was
fastened to its "nose" (as I will persist in calling it), it came down to
a tolerably straight line and carried the burden with ease. There was a
reason for this that I can not explain here. Other experiments had to be
made in turning from right to left; and, to make the matter short, it was
my privilege, on the 20th day of September, 1904, to see the first
successful trip on an air-ship, without a balloon to sustain it, that the
world has ever made, that is, to turn the corners and come back to the
starting point. During all of these experiments they have kept so near to
soft marshy ground that a fall would be no serious accident, either to the
machine or its occupant. In fact, so carefully have they managed, that,
during these years of experimenting, nothing has happened to do any
serious damage to the machine nor to give the boys more than what might be
called a severe scratch. I think great praise is due them along this very
line They have been prudent and cautious. I told you there was not
another machine equal to such a task as I have mentioned, on the face of
the earth; and, furthermore, just now as I dictate there is probably not
another man besides these two who has learned the trick of controlling it.
In making this last trip of rounding the circle, the machine was kept near
the ground, except in making the turns. If you will watch a large bird
when it swings around in a circle you will see its wings are tipped up at
an incline. This machine must follow the same rule; and to clear the tip
of the inside wing it was found necessary to rise to a height of perhaps
20 or 25 feet. When the engine is shut off, the apparatus glides to the
ground very quietly, and alights on something much like a pair of light
sled runners, sliding over the grassy surface perhaps a rod or more.
Whenever it is necessary to slow up the speed before alighting, you turn
the nose up hill. It will then climb right up on the air until the
momentum is exhausted, when, by skillful management, it can be dropped as
lightly as a feather.
Since the above was written they have twice succeeded in
making four complete circles without alighting, each circle passing the
starting point. These circles are nearly a mile in circumference each;
and the last flight made, December 1, could have been prolonged
indefinitely had it not been that the rudder was in such position it
cramped the hand of the operator so he was obliged to alight. The longest
flight took only five minutes and four seconds by the watch. Over one
hundred flights have been made during the past summer. Some of them
reached perhaps 50 or 60 feet above ground. On both these long trips
seventy pounds instead of fifty of cast iron was carried on the "nose".
Everybody is ready to say, "Well, what use is it? What good
will it do?" These are questions no man can answer as yet. However, I
will give you a suggestion or two. The man who made this last trip said
there was no difficulty whatever in going above the trees or anywhere he
chose; but perhaps wisdom would dictate he should have still more
experience a little nearer the ground. The machine easily made thirty or
forty miles an hour, and this in going only a little more than half a mile
straight ahead. No doubt it would get up a greater speed if allowed to do
so - perhaps, with the wind, a mile a minute after the first mile. The
manager could doubtless go outside of the filed and bring it back safely,
to be put in the little house where it is kept nights. But no matter how
much time it takes, I am sure all the world will commend the policy so far
pursued - go slowly and carefully, and avoid any risk that might cause the
loss of a human life. This great progressive world can not afford to take
the risk of losing the life of either of these two men." [If these two men
should be taken away by accident or otherwise, there is probably no one
living who could manage the machine. With these men to teach them "the
trade" however, there are plenty who could doubtless learn it in a few
weeks.]
I have suggested before, friends, that the time may be near at
hand when we shall not need to fuss with good roads nor railway tracks,
bridges, etc., at such an enormous expense. With these machines we can
bid adieu to all these things. God's free air, that extends all over the
earth, and perhaps miles above us, is our training field. Rubber tires,
and the price of rubber, are no longer "in it." The thousand and one
parts of the automobile that go to make its construction, and to give it
strength, can all be dispensed with. You can set your basket of eggs
almost any where on the upper or lower deck, they will not even rattle
unless it be when they come to alight. There are hundreds of queer things
coming to light in regard to this new method of travel; and I confess it
is not clear to me, even yet, how that little aluminum engine, with four
paddles, does the work. I asked the question, "Boys, would that engine
and these two propellers raise the machine from the ground if placed
horizontally above it?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Root. They would not lift a quarter of
its weight."
"Then how is it possible that it sustains it in the air as it
is?"
The answer involves a strange point in the wonderful discovery
of air navigation. When some large bird or butterfly is soaring with
motionless wings, a very little power from behind will keep it moving.
Well, if this motion is kept up, a very little incline of the wings will
keep it from falling. A little more incline, and a little more push from
behind, and the bird or the butterfly, or the machine created by human
hands, will gradually rise in the air. I was surprised at the speed, and
I was astonished at the wonderful lifting power of this comparatively
small apparatus. When I saw it pick up the fifty pounds of iron so
readily I asked if I might ride in place of the iron. I received, by way
of assurance, the answer that the machine would no doubt carry me easily.
You see then I would have the "front seat;" and even if it is customary
(or used to be in olden times) to accord the front seat to the ladies, I
think the greater part of them would say, "Oh! Sit still, Mr. Root. Do
not think of getting up to give us your seat."
At first, there was considerable trouble about getting the
machine up in the air and the engine well up to speed. They did this by
running along a single-rail track perhaps 200 feet long. It was also, in
the early experiments, found advisable to run against the wind, because
they could then have a greater time to practice in the air and not get so
far away from the building where it was stored. Since they can come
around to the starting point, however, they can start with the wind even
behind them; and with a strong wind behind it is an easy matter to make
even more than a mile a minute. The operator takes his place lying flat
on his face. This position offers less resistance to the wind. The
engine is started and got up to speed. The machine is held until ready to
start by a sort of trap to be sprung when all is ready; then with a
tremendous flapping and snapping of the four-cylinder engine, the huge
machine springs aloft. When it first turned that circle, and came near
the starting point, I was right in front it; and I said then, and I
believe still, it was one of the grandest sights, if not the grandest
sight, of my life. Imagine a locomotive without any wheels, we will say,
but with white wings instead, we will further say - a locomotive made of
aluminum. Well, now, imagine this white locomotive, with wings that
spread 20 feet each way, coming right toward you with a tremendous flap of
its propellers, and you will have something like what I saw. The younger
brother bade me move to one side for fear it might come down suddenly; but
I tell you, friends, the sensation that one feels in such a crisis is
something hard to describe. The attendant at one time, when the rope came
off that started it, said he was shaking from head to foot as if he had a
fit of ague. His shaking was uncalled for, however, for the intrepid
manager succeeded in righting up his craft, and she made one of her very
best flights. I may add, however, that the apparatus is secured by
patents, both in this and in foreign countries; and as nobody else has as
yet succeeded in doing anything like what they have done I hope no
millionaire or syndicate will try to rob them of the invention or laurels
they have so fairly and honestly earned.
When Columbus discovered America he did not know what the
outcome would be, and no one at that time knew; and I doubt if the wildest
enthusiast caught a glimpse of what really did come from his discovery.
In a like manner these two brothers have probably not even a faint glimpse
of what their discovery is going to bring to the children of men. No one
living can give a guess of what is coming along this line, much better
than any one living could conjecture the final outcome of Columbus'
experiment when he pushed off through the trackless waters. Possibly we
may be able to fly over the North Pole, even if we should not succeed in
tacking the "stars and stripes" to its uppermost end.
January 15, 1905
The Wright Brothers' Flying Machine
I shall have to apologize a little, friends, for giving a
picture of the gliding machine instead of a flying machine; and I shall
have to apologize a little more because the rudder in the rear that guides
it from right to left is not shown in the cut; neither are the diagonal
wire braces shown. You will recollect the machine is made of white
canvas. The wires are also white; and with the clear sky for a background
it was very difficult to get a clearly defined picture. To make it a
little plainer the outlines have been marked with ink, as you will
observe.
The back side of the planes shows the outline as it really
appears. The cotton is stretched over a light framework of light sticks,
giving it somewhat the appearance of a bird's wing; for both planes, upper
and lower, are concave to some extent. The front rudder, that changes the
course of the machine up or down, is a small independent plane that can be
raised or lowered out of its level by the operator. The back rudder that
does not show in the picture consists of two vertical planes that can be
revolved on a pivot so as to turn the machine either to the right or left.
The operator, Mr. Wilbur Wright, if I am correct, is shown very plainly.
It has often been remarked that one of the most beautiful
sights in the world is a ship under full sail, especially a new sailing
vessel with clean white canvas. There is something especially
exhilarating about the way in which the canvas catches the wind and sends
the ship scudding through the waves. But to me the sight of a machine
like the one I have pictured, with its white canvas planes and rudders
subject to human control, is one of the grandest and most inspiring sights
I have ever seen on earth; and when you see one of these graceful crafts
sailing over your head, and possibly over your home, as I expect you will
in the near future, see if you don't agree with me that the flying machine
is one of God's most gracious and precious gifts.
I mention at the outset that the picture represents the
gliding machine. Well, the flying machine is the same thing with the
aluminum engine which stands right close to the operator and the pair of
propellers, one each side of the back rudder. When in flight the
propellers are invisible. Their action is very much like the motion of a
bee's wing - perhaps not quite as rapid. But the picture as we give it
gives you a very fair idea of the new vehicle that requires no macadam
road, no iron rails, and no expensive bridges. Its highway is God's free
air; and as it has only the vaulted heavens above to fence off our domain,
there surely should not be any dispute about the "right of way;" neither
should there be any difficulty in the way of collisions or getting in each
other's way. The automobile is largely restricted in making speed by
other vehicles, especially where the driver does not wish to annoy or
inconvenience any of his fellow-men. If anybody gets in our way with the
air-ship we not only have ample space to go around him to the right or to
the left, but we can "duck under" or scoot over his head if it seems
advisable. There does not seem to be much danger in the way of loss of
life unless something happens to the front rudder; and that is one feature
that should be made safe beyond the possibility of an accident. While up
in the air there is but very little to injure or to put any great strain
on any part of the machinery. If you run into a tree or a house, of
course, there would be a smash-up. No drinking man should ever be allowed
to undertake to run a flying-machine.
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