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bled in Morocco 200 French sol
diers were besieged in Fez, hold
ing the Moroccans at bay. One
morning these soldiers saw an
aeroplane in the sky. It dropped
in a pafk and down among the
French soldiers stepped another
French soldier Bfegi. He had
been ordered from a point 60
miles away, to fly to Fez, And
he had flown.
He sailed away again, with the
Moroccan guns popping at him,
vainly, and withiri a fev days the
French soldiers were relieved.
Theih general had not knowri of
their plight until Biregi told his
I'd as lief fly with Bregi as ride
in a taxicab.
"Crawl in," he said to me from
his perch. I took the chair-like
seat in front of him. Right be
fore me was the huge propeller.
A mechanician gave it a turn.
We started to move slowly, the
plane jolted slightly over the field,
and presto we were a hundred
feet in the air. -
The 100-horse power engine
was whirling the propellor so rab
idly that I couldn't see the blades.
We rose to 4,000 feet. The wind
was terrific. I wondered how the
turning would feel.
Suddenly the earth below us
rocked crazily. Bregi and I and
the aeroplane appeared to be the
only level things in the universe.
Just when it looked as if the
whole earth had tipped up and
that the houses ill the city of Ver
sailles beneath us Would slip off
into the west, with the setting
sun, everything became steady
I turned to look at Bregi. Thef e
the soldier sat, leaning back in his
seat like a man in a Morris chairj
I looked along the planes that
were holding US aloft They were
quivering. The network of wires
was singing in the wind. Every
thing was- vibrating intensely.
Only the utmost energy was
keening us afloat. It was not the
flight of a bird, but a battle with
Bregi slacked the engine, and
we-slid down in rapid volplanes
My heart didn't keep its places I '
could see every blade of the pro
peller. At last it stopped. The
earth tipped. "The scenery skid
dedr At an alarming angle the
lahdscape rushed upward at usi
I was enjoying one of Bregi's
famous spiral volplanes. Then
came the gentle jolt of the wheels
on the turf. Bregi had picked out
a spiral path in the sky a mile
long, ending at the hangar, artd
had followed it to a "T."
In France there will soon be an
even more up-to-date air-soldief
than Bregi and his 200 comrades.
He will sit in an aeroplane behind
a machine gun that fires 400 shots
a minute, aimihg his gun at ob
jects below him, no matter how
crazily the earth is rdcking.
The aeroplane is now being
built. It will carry two tons. In
it wiil be the pilotj two machine
gUrts, two gun operators and sev
eral hundred pounds of ammuni
tion. Within an hour they could kill