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Benz motor, and capable of doing one hundred miles per hour. I couldn't help but wonder if they had to heat the spark plugs before cranking. As there were no extra straps or ropes George and I used our belts to lash the camera to the fuselage. The aviation company charged us $450.00 for the three-hour flight, and they didn't furnish parachutes.
As Ave left the ground a man dashed after us wildly waving a paper and shouting for us to come back. He had forgotten to have us sign the liability waiver. He must have spent an uncomfortable morning.
For the entire flight of three hundred miles we never saAV a moving object on the ground, not even a cow and you have to go awfully high to get above the cows in Switzerland. At the 8,000-foot level Ave came out of the smoke and haze and into wonderfully clear atmosphere. When Ave got above the toAvn of Visp Ave turned to the right and, leaving the Rhone Valley, Ave drove into the higher mountain country.
The pilot, Cartier, Avas the only one lashed in, and as both George and I had to stand up to make either stills or motion pictures, every little air pocket would jiggle us a bit. The air around the peaks seemed to be filled with twenty-foot holes and bumps. It Avas just as well that Ave weren't burdened with parachutes as the ground below us would have made mighty poor landing, and poorer walking back, the only landing field for one hundred and fifty miles being the one from which Ave had taken off.
We passed over our friend in the museum at Zermatt and then over the Riffelalp, across the Gorner Grat Glacier and then hovered over Italy for a feAv seconds. As Ave SAVooped over the top of the great cliff on the soutliAvest corner of the Matterhorn Ave struck a gigantic air pocket and started falling. As the plane dropped aAvay I Avas throAvn completely out of the fuselage, just barely catching the strap on the top of the Debrie camera as it dropped past me. George Avas luckier than I as his feet caught in the tripod and he Avas soon able to pull himself back into the plane. Hanging on to the plunging plane
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