I’ve seen a man die, but not like this. There was silence suddenly around us when he disappeared beyond the trees, silence after terrible sounds, that hammering of his engine, the engine of his aeroplane, and the other sound, after. He had climbed miraculously up and he had circled the field and all our hats came off as one, us men. My son cried out, too. Hooray, we cried. And Earl Sandt hammered overhead and down to the far edge of the pasture, defying the trees, defying the earth. The propeller of his engine spun behind him and he sat in a rattan chair, as if he was on his front porch smoking a cigar. Then he came back from the tree line, heading our way.
       I touched my son on the shoulder. I had never seen an aeroplane and I confess it scared me some. I had no premonition. But I needed to touch my son, and the plane came toward us and there was a stiff wind blowing—the plane quaked a little, like a nervous horse, but Earl kept him steady, kept him coming forward and I felt us all ready to cheer again.
       Then there was a movement on the wing. With no particular sound. Still the engine. But there was a tearing away. If I had been Earl Sandt, if I had been sitting in that rattan chair and flying above these bared heads, I might have heard the sound.
       I lifted my camera. This had nothing to do with the thing happening on the wing. I was only vaguely aware of it in that moment. I lifted my camera and I tripped the shutter, and here was another amazing thing, it seemed to me. One man was flying above the earth, and with a tiny movement of a hand another man had captured him. He was about to die, but he was forever caught there in that box in my hand.
       I lowered my Kodak and for a moment the plane was before me against the sky and all I felt was a thing that I sometimes had felt as a younger man, riding up into the Alleghenys alone and there would be a turning in the path and suddenly the trees broke apart and there was a great falling away of the land.
       A falling. He fell, Earl Sandt. The aeroplane pitched its face forward and for a moment it seemed to stop and to hang there and the engine hammered on and then it fell, disappearing behind a stand of pine.