It is very remarkable how
people pass by good inventions and good ideas and won’t take to them. Kites, for
instance, have been known for hundreds of years. Everyone knows of them the
world over, yet till a few years ago no one thought of putting them to any use.
When I say no one, I do not mean that exactly, for Franklin and others, of
course, used kites for meteorological experiments; Pocock drew a little carriage
along with them, and several others suggested their use for life-saving at sea.
But it has been only during the last three or four years that inventors have
taken up this long neglected contrivance, and now we hear of remarkable kite
experiments in many different countries. It is, however, of my own particular
improvements that I write.
My first object was to get an
idea of the capabilities of a kite for lifting weights. Naturally the lift
depends on the strength of the wind; and I soon found that the wind varies so
greatly in strength, that it is very difficult to get accurate working figures.
One day I had a kite of some 20 feet up, and found that I could put stone after
stone into the little bag hanging beneath, up to a total weight of six pounds,
and not overweight the kite. I felt quite triumphant. On this basis,
three-tenths pound per square foot, a kite of 500 square feet should lift a man.
Thus encouraged, I worked all the harder. But I soon found that the kite is an
awkward customer to deal with when you get on the wrong side of him. He can be
very bad tempered, and often refuses to do what he is told. I had to devise new
methods of construction in order to keep portable so huge an apparatus as I
required. First, the tail required consideration (for I had been brought up to
believe that a kite must have a long appendage of string with bits of paper tied
along it at intervals). This tail was the bother of my life. The papers got wet
and tore off. I substituted bits of stick. Then I thought it was not heavy
enough, and added weights. Next, I imagined it did not have enough resistance to
the wind, and I put on canvas cones. And, then, oh dear! The bother when that
tail became entangled. Well, one day it was blowing very hard, and the kite
would not fly steadily. I added more and more to the tail, till finally I put a
great bush on the end of it. The kite went up, then dived over, and then circled
round and round, the bush alternately sweeping the ground and the sky, until it
nearly swept me off the face of the earth. At last I got the kite down, and
sorrowfully took the whole tail off, determined to add still more length and
weight. But a sudden gust came, and took the kite right out of my hands. Up it
went, indecently tailless, and flitted about like a bat, though on the whole
much steadier than it had been with the ponderous string of brushwood hanging
from it. From that day I have rarely put a tail on a kite.
That was one great result. I
went on improving details, but made no important step until March 1893, when,
after trying a great many unsatisfactory arrangements for steering the kite out
of the wind course, I hit upon the plan of having two flying lines, one on each
side of the center. In this way, I found, I could not only steer my kite to a
remarkable extent on either side of the wind course; but in a gusty, variable
wind, I could, by fastening the two lines at a distance apart, keep the kite
floating perfectly steady. I then returned to weight-lifting. After many trials,
I was one day delighted to get a kite of about 100 square feet to lift a weight
of 56 pounds clear of the ground. I now made the kites bigger and bigger until,
in May l894, I had a huge contrivance of bamboo and canvas, 36 feet high, with
an area of about 500 square feet. To get a sailmaker to piece together the
lightest canvas for the cover was easy enough, but how to make the frame was the
difficulty. To calculate the strain would be the way to begin, but what wind was
I to allow for? If I made provision for a gale, my apparatus would weigh so much
that no light breeze could lift it. So I began the other way. I got some light
bamboos, lashed them together, and stretched the canvas on the framework. It
rose majestically, quietly doubled up and collapsed, and sank to the ground a
wreck. So I made a stronger framework, and sent the kite up by two cords, with a
basket suspended between them.
The result was satisfactory as
far as it went, but that wasn’t far. I smashed dollars and dollars worth of
bamboo. Again and again, when I thought I had made a really good piece of
apparatus, some little detail would go wrong; the kite would rise up in the
wind, turn sideways, and come plump down against the ground, smashing every bone
in its body. To me it was heart-rending to see, but to mere spectators it proved
most entertaining. They roared with laughter.
However we progressed; and so
satisfactory did our work at last become that one day—it was June 27, l894—we
decided on putting it to the crucial test. The question, not so much with me,
for I was very confident, but with assistants and lookers, was, “Will it lift a
man?” The weather was not favorable. The wind came and went: a strong puff, and
then a lull. As he seemed so light, I was kind enough to allow my youngest and
lightest brother officer to take the seat of honor in the basket, and see if he
could be lifted. The kite was meanwhile flying perhaps 50 feet overhead.
Suddenly the wind freshened.
There was a creak of the basket, and up it went, man and all, while we retained
hold of the cords to prevent his being carried too high. My machine had really
lifted a man. I then got into the basket. It lifted me, too!
Again we persevered, and
gradually the kite improved and grew more tractable. I now found that numerous
difficulties arose from having so big an apparatus, not the least being that it
proved much too powerful in a strong wind. So I returned to smaller kites, and
fixed several together, their number depending on the wind force.
I had come to the conclusion
that the best shape, considering lightness, convenience of folding up, power to
lift, and ease of making was one in which the frame consisted of three poles of
equal length, one placed upright and called the “backbone,” the other two put
across the “backbone’ at right angles, at a distance from either end of it equal
to about one-sixth of its length. The shape was thus nearly hexagonal. This
form, for want of a better name, I christened “Levitor.” The most convenient
size was that in which poles not more than 12 feet long were used. This made the
area of the kite about 120 square feet.
From just lifting a man, I got
to lifting him easily. Once a kite takes hold a man, it may lift him to any
height. If it was capable of lifting a man during the puffs 10 or 12 feet (in
the intervals letting him down with a bump), why not 300 or 400 feet? But what
about that bump? At first I took care that no one should ascend to a greater
height than he could safely fall, however much the kite might want to take him
higher. I tried to arrange that the lowest kite should act as a parachute in the
event of the wind dropping or the rope breaking. This I tested while a good fat
sandbag was the occupant of the car. All I can say is that I am glad it was a
sandbag and not a man. I thenceforward adopted a regular parachute, but the
objection to this was that it wouldn’t open until it had fallen about 50 feet;
so if my man chanced to be up no more than that height, and an accident
occurred, the parachute was not of much use, and even such a detail as a drop of
50 feet I didn’t care to leave unprovided for. I next arranged a framework to
the parachute to keep it permanently distended.
Things were now going so well I
decided on a public exhibition, and I took the apparatus down to Ipswich to show
to the savants of the British Association. There were many delays at starting. I
had no experienced assistants. But when we got to the business, the five kites
did their work well. With the parachute spread above my head and balloon-like
car to stand in, I went up to the end of the tether, 100 feet. Numerous trips to
this height were also made by others.
Anybody can understand a kite’s
lifting in a strong wind, but to be really useful it ought to lift also in a
calm. You may say that the whole principle of a kite depends upon wind; but does
not the smallest schoolboy know otherwise? If he wants his kite to go up, what
does he do? Why, he runs with it. So I got about 20 men, one very calm day, and
set them to run, but the difficulty was that the men got out of breath and
couldn’t go for more than a few seconds—though in this time a man was actually
lifted off the ground. Then I tied the rope to the back of a cab, and set that
going, but the old horse was too lazy to get up speed. Next I fixed a kite
directly to a horse. This did very well for one kite, but one was not enough to
lift a man; so one day we arranged a number of kites in tandem, laid them on the
ground, fixed the car in place, and laid out a rope about 1,000 feet long, and
attached it to the horse. In order to get the desired space, this rope was
carried over an oak fence.
When all was ready, the signal
was given, and off went the horse. Just as the kites were going to lift, I
noticed something wrong with them. I shouted to stop the horse, but the groom
did not hear. I ran forward to set the kite right if possible, but I only pulled
it over so it turned turtle and scraped along the ground. The other kites
followed. I yelled out to stop the horse, but he became frightened and went
tearing across the field, the car dragging and bumping along, and the kites
continually catching in the ground and breaking. Soon the car came to the fence.
There was a crash and a bang, some yards of fencing were hurled to the ground,
and the horse, thus suddenly checked, turned a somersault and threw his rider
like an arrow from a bow.
Another day I very nearly
experienced a new sensation. There was a set of kites flying low. A long light
line was suspended from the cable, and the greater part of this lay entangled on
the ground. I was busy trying to get it disentangled when, for some reason, up
went the kites, and down I fell on my back. I had been dragged along thus for
some yards, and was just about to be lifted a few hundred feet by my ankle, when
a bystander rushed out and cut the cord.
To sum up, we have, as a result
of our experiments thus far, an apparatus that can lift a man several hundred
feet. This can be safely and surely, so as not to risk life or limb, and even
without wind. As compared with a balloon equipment, this apparatus presents
important advantages. My entire “kiteage,” with ropes and all, weighs only a
little over 100 pounds, and can be carried by two men. When the order is given
to ascend, I can unpack, set up, and send up the kites in about five minutes. I
now require no manual labor to haul down, as the kites can be lowered by a
gentle pull on the “regulating line,” which determines the angle they present to
the wind. If the apparatus catches in a tree and gets torn, it makes but little
difference, and the injury is easily remedied. If it were a balloon to which the
mishap befell, the gas would be lost, three wagon loads more would be required
to refill it, and it would need very careful patching before it could be used
again. The same advantage would be held by the kite if a hostile bullet had
penetrated either apparatus. And then, finally, the kite would involve,
originally, probably not the 20th part of the cost of the balloon; perhaps not a
100th part.
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