How beautiful! May we hope ever to journey thus, on wings actuated by human power? It is an old question, once dear to the philosopher and fool alike, but now important mainly to the fool. Or say more kindly it is the affair of untechnical inventors—the amateur, the rustic, the man of chimerical dreams. For the wise aËronaut now numbers that project among the roseate illusions of his youth.[1] Ovid relates a story, doubtless credible in his day, of a clever craftsman who with his son flew bravely aloft, the very first time they put on wings. Daedalus, a Greek architect, having fled from Athens for murder, went with his son Icarus to the island of Crete, where he built the celebrated labyrinth for Minos, the king. He offended that monarch and was cast into prison. In order to escape he made wings for himself and his son, with which they flew far In tedious exile now too long detain’d Daedalus languish’d for his native land; The sea foreclosed his flight, yet thus he said; “Though earth and water in subjection laid, O cruel Minos, thy dominion be, We’ll go through air; for sure the air is free.” Then to new arts his cunning thought applies, And to improve the work of nature tries. A row of quills, in gradual order placed, Rise by degrees in length from first to last; As on a cliff the ascending thicket grows; Or different reeds the rural pipe compose: Along the middle runs a twine of flax, The bottom stems are join’d by plaint wax; Thus, well compact, a hollow bending brings The fine composure into real wings. His boy, young Icarus, that near him stood, Unthinking of his fate, with smiles pursued The floating feathers, which the moving air Bore loosely from the ground, and wafted here and there: Or with the wax impertinently play’d, And with his childish tricks the great design delay’d. The final masterstroke at last imposed, And now, the great machine completely closed; Fitting his pinions on, a flight he tries, And hung self-balanced in the beaten skies. Then thus instructs his child: “My boy, take care To wing your course along the middle air: If low, the surges wet your flagging plumes; If high, the sun the melting wax consumes. Steer between both: nor to the northern skies, Nor South Orion, turn your giddy eyes, But follow me; let me before you lay Rules for the flight, and mark the pathless way.” Thus teaching, with a fond concern, his son, He took the untried wings, and fix’d them on: But fix’d with trembling hands; and, as he speaks, The tears roll gently down his aged cheeks; Then kiss’d, and in his arms embraced him fast, But knew not this embrace must be the last; And mounting upward, as he wings his flight, Back on his charge he turns his aching sight; As parent birds, when first their callow care Leave the high nest to tempt the liquid air; Then cheers him on, and oft, with fatal art, Reminds the stripling to perform his part. These, as the angler at the silent brook, Or mountain shepherd leaning on his crook, Or gaping ploughman, from the vale descries, They stare, and view them with religious eyes, And straight conclude them gods; since none but they Through their own azure skies could find a way. Now Delos, Paros, on the left are seen, And Samos, favour’d by Jove’s haughty queen; Upon the right, the isle Lebynthos named, And fair Calymne for its honey famed. When now the boy, whose childish thoughts aspire To loftier aims, and make him ramble higher, Grown wild and wanton, more embolden’d flies Far from his guide, and scars among the skies: The softening wax, that felt a nearer sun, Dissolved apace, and soon began to run: The youth in vain his melting pinion shakes, His feathers gone, no longer air he takes: “Oh! father, father!” as he strove to cry, Down to the sea he tumbled from on high, And found his fate; yet still subsists by Fame, Among those waters that retain his name. The Father, now no more a father, cries: “Ho, Icarus! where are you?” as he flies; “Where shall I seek my boy?” he cries again, And saw his feathers scatter’d on the main; Then cursed his art; and funeral rites conferr’d Naming the country from the youth interr’d. How tender and apprehensive that gentleman’s farewell, compared with the modern vogue in like circumstances! Of the two Americans at Berlin who fell four thousand feet in a balloon, it is not recorded that they either kissed or wept.[2] But some Teutonic Ovid may yet adorn the tale with quaint embellishments. Taking more serious note of Daedalus, it will be observed that he has had few imitators. It is because he never really flew, and no one else can fly, in such manner. That is to say, no man can achieve practical flight on wings actuated by his own muscular power. It may be physically possible for an athlete putting forth herculean energy for a few seconds to sustain himself on wings of enormous spread; but in every lightest zephyr he would be as helpless as a thistle seed. The actual area of wing required for a man of given weight and power may be roughly estimated; at least its lower limit of size can be determined. Lord Rayleigh,[3] on purely theoretical ground, has computed that a man operating a screw propeller 280 feet in diameter, moving without frictional loss, could sustain his weight for a period of eight hours a day at a comfortable rate of work. But that estimate does not include the weight of the propeller. By exerting ten times his normal power the man could support his weight with a 28-foot propeller. The physical basis of the computation is the same for every type of flyer, whether bird, man, or machine. Horizontal flight promises little more than direct screw lift, with the feeble energy of the human muscle. The best modern aËroplanes carry less than 100 pounds per horse power, while an average man must weigh, with a light machine, not less than 200 pounds, and must therefore exert upwards of two horse power during flight. Such an output of energy would exhaust a powerful athlete in a few seconds. Hence from every point of view it appears that Daedalean flight, which still has its devotees in some form, was and always will be utterly impracticable. Ruskin finds another objection to the disciples of the winged arm. In his disquisition on the equilibrium of angels he complains that those of the traditional two-wing type are devoid of gravitational balance. Such creatures vex the imagination with apprehensions for their stability; hence they cannot be entirely beautiful. The centroid of an angel is in the small of its back, whereas the center of wing support is well forward; therefore the horizontal poise is absurd and unÆsthetic. The scientific artist, consequently, views with pain the picture of a fair lady floating level through space supported only at her front end. Milton adroitly forestalls this censure. In the Six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine; the pair that clad Each shoulder broad, came mantling o’er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold, And colors dipped in Heaven; the third his feet Shadowed from either heel with feathered mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia’s son he stood, And shook his plumes, that heavenly fragrance filled The circuit wide. Leonardo da Vinci, who was a gifted engineer as well as an artist, devised a flying gear for man which shows some dynamic improvement over the mechanism of the old-time angels, flying gods, and hobgoblins. As shown in the accompanying sketch, it provided for gravitational balance by use of an expanding tail projecting well to the rear. Moreover, the propulsion was to employ both arms and legs. This design is considered very remarkable for the time in which it was produced, probably a few years before the discovery of America; and yet it is but one of Da Vinci’s quaint aËronautical inventions, as will appear later. A less futile scheme of aviation may be to saddle the birds. If one eagle can float a child, a few may possibly carry a man. They are physically able; they are inexpensive; they are unwearied, nimble, swift. Some harness, some tuition may be required; but these come to the industrious. Apparently, such locomotion is a sport worth developing; a royal art, if you please; for who would not course the sky in a purple palanquin borne by imperial eagles? Kai Kaoos, the King of Persia, is credited with a
One might prefer a single bird, which could be ridden bareback by a man or woman of common equestrian skill. The early philosophers, therefore, sought with some care for such a creature. The following is related by Bishop Wilkins:
As the roc has proved a myth, one questions whether a saddle bird may not be evolved by judicious breeding. But opposed to this is the square-cube law of the Greek geometer, by which a learned geologist demonstrated that nature has reached the limit of her resources in the production of large flyers, the ostrich, for example, being too bulky to navigate at all. As a last resource, then, the human dwarf may breed his weight downward to accommodate the bird. Assuredly, the most powerful flyer can carry the lightest human dwarf without difficulty. Such aËrial cavalry has been projected occasionally, and if fairly developed might have interesting employment. Its military value, to say nothing of its civil uses, would be considerable. An aËrial scout that could hide in a tree top, or small cloud, then flit home with full intelligence of the enemy, would be effective and unique. In aggressive warfare it would serve the plan of that ingenious Englishman who proposes to repel a German invasion by dispatching birds to peck holes in the enemy’s war balloons. But here the dwarf might be omitted, if the birds were taught to have a definite interest in attacking aËrial cruisers with their beaks, or with steel-armed spurs like those of the Spanish fighting cock, or with talons treated chemically to strike fire. Sparrows with sulphur-pointed toes could easily annihilate an aËrial squadron at all combustible. Recurring to the geologist, it may be added that, having discovered the major limit of feathered navigators, he concluded, as a corollary, that human flight is forever impossible. That was in the latter eighties. In 1901 a versatile astronomer adduced the same law to prove that an aËroplane could not be made to carry a man. Presently, learning that this had been achieved, he proved, in a second mellifluous paper, that an aËroplane could not carry, several men.[4] Having erred twice, he wrote a final article announcing that a flyer is fatuous, anyhow, because she cannot repair her engines in the sky! Of the numerous daring and industrious inventors who, during remote generations, have launched Jean-Baptiste Dante, a shrewd observer and profound mathematician, who flourished toward the end of the fifteenth century, a contemporary of Da Vinci and Columbus, is reported by the historians of that day to have sailed successfully through the air on nonvibrant wings designed by himself after a careful study of the great soaring birds. Perching above a steep crag on the shore of Lake Trasimene, he set his wings to the wind at a nice angle, as one sets the sails of a vessel; then, lifted by the swelling breeze, he rose grandly aloft and floated far over the waters. Again and again he repeated the experiment, until the fame thereof secured for him a request to make the demonstration at the marriage fÊtes of the illustrious general, Barthelmi Alviano. He accepted the invitation, and, starting from the top of the highest tower in the city of Perugia, he sailed over the public square, and balanced himself for a long time in space, amid the shouts and acclamations of the multitude, In 1742, the Marquis de Bacqueville, at the age of sixty-two years, announced that on a certain day he would fly from his house on the Seine, traverse the river, and land in the Garden of the Tuileries. A great multitude assembled, crowding both shores and the two bridges. At the appointed moment the Marquis appeared with his pinions, and launched himself from the terrace. He sailed forth in majestic and serene poise, on graceful wings not unlike those of the traditional angels. He was gliding directly toward the Tuileries, and he enjoyed a happy cruise quite to the middle of the river. Then something happened; his movements became fitful and uncertain; he plunged downward and broke his leg on a laundry boat. The reason for his stopping there can only be surmised, for he had nothing to report. He did not quite fulfil his program, but he flew nine hundred feet delightfully, and he landed without getting wet. Commentators have marveled as to the nature of the mechanism used by Dante and by De Bacqueville. Historians have strongly attested the fact of the flights, but have overlooked the means. The inventors must have employed aËrial gliders of some kind, for adequate motive power was not available before the end of the nineteenth century. Even as an experiment in gliding, or soaring, the achievement of Dante was most daring and wonderful, eclipsing the Besides the wing-armed scheme of flight credited to Daedalus, and contemplated by Da Vinci, various other plans were evolved in succeeding years. AËrial chariots and flying machines were devised for the more advantageous use of muscular energy. In all these, of course, the passenger could be both power plant and captain of the ship. One of the earliest authenticated devices of this kind was the invention of Blanchard, described by him in the Journal de Paris, August 28, 1781, nearly two years before the invention of the hot-air balloon, of which he became later an enthusiastic votary. As his device is but one of a large number that appeared before the close of the nineteenth century, and the advent of light motors, the reader who wishes fuller acquaintance with man-driven airships may be referred to Mr. Chanute’s book, entitled Progress in Flying-Machines, which describes a large variety of such inventions, and discusses the merit and weakness of each. Blanchard prefaces the description of his machine by answering some criticisms of his project, apparently ventured by his neighbors. “They object to me,” he writes, “that flying is not the business of man, but rather of the feathered birds. I reply that feathers are not at all necessary to the bird for flight; any fabric suffices. The fly, the butterfly, the bat, “They object, moreover, that a man is too heavy to lift himself alone with wings, much less in a vessel which of itself presents enormous weight. I reply that my ship is extremely light; as to the man’s weight, I pray that attention be given to that which M. de Buffon says in his Histoire Naturelle, on the subject of the condor; this bird, though of enormous weight, easily lifts a two-year-old heifer weighing at least a hundred pounds, the whole with wings of about thirty to thirty-six feet expanse.” He then describes the vessel as a little ship four feet long by two feet wide, having on either side two posts, each supporting a wing ten feet long, the whole forming a parasol twenty feet in diameter. The construction was illustrated by an engraver, who had seen the vessel and was convinced of its practicability. In conclusion, the inventor writes that people shall see him cleave the air with more speed than the crow, and that without losing his breath, being protected by a pointed mask of peculiar construction. But, as he failed to make good his promises, he was subjected to ridicule, as well as praise, by the local press, one of the caricatures portraying him in the act of making an ascension before a concourse of bulging-eyed savants and long-eared jackasses, wearing spectacles to accentuate the appearance of wisdom and solemnity. The scientific coterie of Paris were apparently impatient of the attention shown Blanchard by the press and people. Accordingly, in May, 1782, the distinguished astronomer, De Laland, of the French Academy, administered a mild rebuke to the editors “It has been demonstrated to be impossible for a man in any manner whatever to raise himself, or even to sustain himself, in the air. M. Coulomb, of the Academy of Sciences, at one of our meetings a year ago, read a paper in which he showed clearly, by calculating the power of a man, determined by experiments, that he would require wings two or three Not many months after this lofty deliverance, Blanchard took De Lalande up in a balloon—“the dead borne by the dumb.” Coulomb’s calculation that a man’s pinions should be half a mile long must have been discouraging to those inventors who believed in him; for, granting that such wings could lift a man, who could lift the wings? And at that date the steam engine was only beginning to develop; the petroleum engine was hardly thought of. No wonder that people turned eagerly to the balloon when it finally appeared. There has been some controversy as to what person first clearly conceived a feasible design for a balloon. The conception was certainly not new to the world in 1783, when Joseph Montgolfier made his classical experiment. Indeed, prior to that date three distinct principles of aËrial flotation had been entertained by natural philosophers; first, that a boat could be so formed of heavy material as to ride on the upper surface of the atmosphere, as a metallic vessel floats on the water; second, that a closed hull, comprising a partial, or complete, vacuum, could be made light enough to rise; third, that a bag could be made buoyant by filling it with material lighter than air. Of course, it is now clear to men versed in mathematics that only the light-gas principle is mechanically applicable. But the vacuum principle still has adherents among inventors who are too “practical” to understand, or trust, exact computation; and the first principle, though now discarded by everyone, was plausible enough, even to accomplished scientific men, before the experiments of Torricelli, and his invention of the barometer, made in 1643. It may, therefore, be interesting to notice some of the
This is a clear scientific exposition of a plan for navigating the atmosphere on its upper surface, assuming a distinct upper surface to exist. In commenting on this passage, the Jesuit Schottus, in his Magia Universalis, uses an expression which indicates his belief that a vessel can be made to float in the air by filling it with ether, or the element of fire. He says:
As Roger Bacon proposed a similar device in 1542, Mendoza’s was not entirely new and may not have been original. Bacon, describing his aËrial vessel, says: “It must be a large, hollow globe of copper, or other suitable metal, wrought extremely thin, in order to have it as light as possible. It must then be filled with ‘ethereal air or liquid fire,’ and then be launched from some elevated point into the atmosphere, where it will float like a vessel on water.” In the year 1646 another learned Jesuit published a book, Ars Magna Lucis et UmbrÆ in Mundo, in which he relates an episode indicating that one of his order had made use of a hot-air balloon to intimidate some ignorant pagans. The following demonstration, if reported by a modern missionary, would be accepted as a matter of course; why, then, should we gravely question the story, since it describes an achievement quite possible at the time, assuming that the necessary materials were available? And even assuming the report to be fictitious, still it is a scientific description of a practicable hot-air balloon, presented and credited by a learned scholar and accomplished mathematician more than a century before the balloon was publicly exhibited by the illustrious Frenchmen. He writes:
Perhaps the reader will permit another anecdote, not entirely for its scientific value, but because he may like to compare the attitude of people toward aËrial navigation in the dark ages with the attitude of his neighbors at the opening of the twentieth century. In two histories by Jef le Ministre and De Colonia, of the town of Lyons, the following account is given:
One of the first men to make an aËrial model like a fire balloon was the celebrated Brazilian, Bartholomeo-Lourenco de Gusmao, who in his day was nicknamed the “flying man,” and who is reported to have made a remarkable experiment in aËrial locomotion at Lisbon. The following account of it is found in a manuscript of Ferreira:
All the details of this description, which was written
The “patent” seemed liberal enough, and yet Gusmao never resumed his aËrial experiments. He was accused of magic, and may have feared persecution on that account; accordingly he engaged in naval construction till 1724, when he left Portugal. The first vacuum balloon was proposed by the Jesuit father, Francis Lana, and described in his book Podromo dell’Arte Maestra Brecia, which appeared in 1670. Though not a practical project like Gusmao’s, it was very ingenious, and marks an interesting phase in the evolution of the fundamental idea of the air ship, or “balloon” as it was called by the inventor, who then coined the word now in common Of recent years inventors having less delicate scruples about embarrassing Providence, have revived In 1887 Walter Wellman described in the Associated Press a steel vacuum balloon 144 feet in diameter and 654 feet long in which a Chicago doctor proposed to carry passengers to the North Pole, at incredible speed, if they would furnish him $130,000 to meet the expenses of construction. “Here is a most excellent opportunity,” wrote Wellman, “for all who would like to win fame by being one of the party which shall set foot upon that icy ignis fatuus of many nations and two centuries.” Two decades later Mr. Wellman organized, after his own ideas, an aËrial expedition to the North Pole; but he no longer favored starting from Chicago in a vacuum balloon with a party of stockholders. It may be added that the inventor of the great steel vacuum balloon, after organizing the Trans-Continental AËrial Navigation Company, and failing to raise all of the $130,000, sought aid from the national government. Here was an interesting situation; a doctor ignorant of mechanics, with the plans for a mammoth and impossible balloon, appealing for aid to a congress, supremely shy of air ships, even though recommended by its ablest military advisers. But in this case there was a capable lobby. The bill |