Ive 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 reached down and 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 blowingthe plane bucked a little, like a nervous horse, but Earl Sandt 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 and been afraid.
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. Earl Sandt 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 forward and for a moment it seemed to stop and to hang against the sky and the engine hammered on and then it fell, disappearing behind a stand of pine.
There was a heavy thump beyond the trees, and I have nothing in my head to compare it to. Not a barn collapsing, not a horse going down, not the dead sugar maple, forty foot high, I had felled only this morning in our yard. This sound was new.
And our silence followed. We all of us could not take this in. He had flown, this Earl Sandt, he had raised his goggles to his eyes and stepped into his machine and he had run along the meadow and had lifted into the air, and now I looked into the empty place where he had been, only a moment before. In my head I could see once again the two great wings and the spinning of the propeller and then he was gone.
Papa. It was my sons voice drifting up from the silence.
I looked into his face, which was lifted to me.
Its all right, I said, though I knew it was not. I could feel Matthews bones beneath my hand, which still lay on his shoulder.
Hes gone, my son said.
I looked to the others. There was a stirring.
Mother of God, one man said and he began to move in the direction of the pines. He was right. We had to do something now.
I let go of my son and turned to the place where Earl Sandt had vanished. Stay here, I said.
We ran, perhaps a dozen of us, across the meadow grass and into the pines and I could smell burning and there was smoke up ahead and I could smell a newly familiar thing, a smell of the automobiles that had come to our town, their fuel. Then we broke into a clearning and the aeroplane was crumpled before us and beginning to burn.
I was behind several of the men and we were in our Sunday clothes, we had left our churches this morning and had come to see the exhibition of this wonderful thing, and now we were stripping off our coats and winding them around our hands and arms and two men were ahead of me and they were trying to get to Earl Sandt. I came around them.
I had not seen his face clearly, before. He was out on the edge of the meadow when he waved at us from his machine and lifted his goggles. I bent to Matthew and drew his attention to this man who was about to fly.