Before attempting a full-scale version, he built a quarter-size model
which flew successfully, the first time a gasoline engine had actually
driven an airplane. In October, 1903, he was ready for what he confidently
believed would be the first sustained, man carrying, heavier-than-air
flight in history.
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Of all the early trail blazers one of the most controversial, and surely one of the most unlucky, was Samuel Pierpont Langley. This distinguished astronomer, the director of the Smithsonian Institution, was well into his fifties when the lure of the air gripped him. He began by making elastic band propelled models based on Alphonse Penaud's little aircraft. Then, in 1889, a little aero steam engine designed two decades earlier by John Stringfellow was presented to the Smithsonian. Studying this historic curio, Langley realized that better steam engines could be built and decided that he could build them.
In 1891 he constructed the first of his model "aerodromes," as he called them. The steel frame was too heavy; it would not fly. For the next five years Langley doggedly kept building models, trying to solve the power-to-weight problem. Finally, in 1896, he produced a steam-driven model--a sort of double monoplane with wings set in tandem--that flew for three quarters of a mile and then came down only because the fuel gave out.
Before attempting a full-scale version of the Langley Aerodrome, he built a quarter-size model which flew successfully, the first time a gasoline engine had actually driven an airplane. In October, 1903, he was ready for what he confidently believed would be the first sustained, man carrying, heavier-than-air flight in history.
The newspapermen waved their hands. Manly looked down and smiled. Then his face hardened as he braced himself for the flight, which might have in store for him fame or death. The propeller wheels, a foot from his head, whirred around him one thousand times to the minute. A man forward fired two skyrockets. There came an answering 'toot, toot,' from the tugs. A mechanic stooped, cut the cable holding the catapult; there was a roaring, grinding noise--and the Langley airship tumbled over the edge of the houseboat and disappeared in the river, sixteen feet below. It simply slid into the water like a handful of mortar. . . "
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