nav bar






(Click image for very big one)





Arthur Chapman's Introduction
to Jack Bell Article

Oakland Tribune, January 14, 1923, page 38


JACK BELL belongs to the West. He would not fit into any other background. As a prospector and miner he has roamed the hills and the desert, and has pitched his tent in the deep snows above timberline and in the shadeless sands below sea-level. He has mushed over the far Northern tundra and has tramped the sterile plateaus of the Southwest. He has known the solitude of the wilds and the greater solitude of the mine depths. He has been in at the christening of mining camps, big and little. Some of them have been his own discoveries.

Through all these things, Jack Bell has walked with seeing eyes. From his own observation he has learned more of all phases of Western life than any other man I have ever. Nothing on the trail escapes his attention. He is a thorough-going naturalist, and knows animal life, not from what he has read but from what he has observed. He is a lover of the primal who has never been too keen after the Mother Lode to forget to bake an extra pancake in the morning for the birds and chipmunks about his camp. That sometimes harsh parent, Mother Nature, has talked to him fondly and indulgently. She has told him things about the birds and animals and the trees and streams and rocks, as well as about human beings that have given the old West its fascinating distinction from any other place on earth. Jack Bell's diaries, which he has kept faithfully these many years, tell the natural bent of the man for outdoor things. In them he has written more fully when alone in the solitudes in the midst of some mining camp hurly-burly.

I hope Jack Bell will be spared to get what he knows of the West into print. I know of no other man with anything like his store of valuable first-hand information, when it comes to things Western, animate or inanimate

ARTHUR CHAPMAN


Hooded Messengers Who Brave the Red Line 'Hump'
Oakland Tribune, January 14, 1923, page 38


How Modern Supermen Conquer Sierra Peaks in Regular Line of Duty,
Outdoing Exploits of Fiction Heroes

(This is the first of a series of articles by Jack Bell, famous western adventurer and writer, dealing with the tremendously thrilling achievements of the pilots of U.S. air mail in crossing the Sierras from Reno to San Francisco, and from San Francisco to Reno, where men's lives are risked daily over yawning chasms and granite bayonet peaks, often hurled in snow and storm like feathers in a gale.)


The hooded, goggled wonder-men of United States Air mail who carry the valuable pouches from Reno to San Francisco over the "hump" are in a class by themselves. They are all rated as the premiers in danger flight. They are the peers in this branch of government service, and hold all speed and altitude records for the air mail.

They have been and are the picked men of this service for physical and mental strength.

A group of young men they are who have the initiative and endurance to overcome the multiple hazards of the terrible, terrifying 100 miles of two-mile-high peaks, of mile-deep canyons, great fields of giant boulders, forest-covered screens of the hundreds upon hundreds of death holes that lurk below the seeming lawns of the vast expanses of the almost unexplored mountains on the western shed of the Sierra mountains in California.

From the 16,000-foot altitude the long slits leading into Sacramento valley resemble miniature playgrounds, being the miles upon miles of gulches and gorges, from which the little mountain streams flow ocean-ward and make up the navigable rivers that lead on and on into the Pacific.


HAZARDOUS ROUTE.

This 100 miles of Red line (the government's line of flight) is recognized the world over as the greatest hazard in aeronautics for any kind of aircraft. This danger applies to baloons, dirigibles and aeroplanes for the reason that there is absolutely not one single landing place for the entire 100 miles.

As a matter of fact, it would be sure and certain death for a ship to even try to land, on account of the rugged terrain. There is not a clearing of any sort or kind of place to land a plane.

The "hump," so named, is the point of highest crossing of the Sierra Nevada mountains on the air lane. Coming eastward from the "hump" are the rocky. broken defiles sloping down into the Truckee river basin, where the city of Reno is situated. There are no landings of any kind whatsoever on this 40 miles of air line and the dangers to the pilots are the same on the Nevada side of the "hump".

Over the little lumber town of Verdi, about twelve miles westward from Reno, is what is officially known as the roughest place of record in air flying. It is here that all the winds of the vast expanses of mountains and desert converge and meet. The air currents may take the pilot and his ship miles out of compass course: they may take him and his ship up into an altitude of 17,000 feet from the landing level of 12,000 feet that is the usual altitude taken for a landing at the Reno field.

Again, the "bumps" may strain the holding belts of the pilot to almost the breaking point as the staunch ship strikes with a force that almost dislocates one's neck with the terrific impact. The wonder of wonders is how a ship stands the terrific forces and strains of the elements. One would think that the singing wires and struts would part and splinter so great are the blows that hit the machine.

As the pilot fights for his very life, he watches the wings of the wonderful craft, expecting the wings to fold and the ship to drop wingless into that vast space above the earth.


[xx] DANGER.

Of course the element of danger magnifies when the sky clouds nnd the "hump" is covered with fog. It's doubly dangerous for the reason that the ship may drop from the force of an upper current and be forced down upon one of the thousand rocky peaks - where the pilot has no control.

It is during this weather that many times, with the thermometer registering down towards zero, the pilot steps from his ship, dressed in his heavy winter suit and frost-covered and tired from his awful battle, covered with perspiration. Many times the altimeter will show 12,000 feet, and in the twinkling of an eye the pointer will show on the dial that the plane has dropped to 8000 feet or has lifted to 16,000 feet, or suddenly drifted miles from the Red line course.

In the desert flying east almost the same danger obtains, with the added menace of the terrifying sand and wind sprouts. One of these twisters will take a ship whirling into space as quickly as if the 4200-pound plane was a feather.

It is again up to the initiative and nerve of the pilot to save his life, the mail and the ship. However, he has the advantage of being able to make a rather safe landing on the many great flat spaces of the desert and almost always without injury to his ship.

The dry official record of the feats of skill and dogged determination to fly the mail 100 per cent through all the death-dealing elements encountered on these runs reads between the lines like wonderful, impossible fiction.


FLIERS FEAR LIMELIGHT.

These hardy young Americans are the most close-mouthed lot that exist. To get the story of one of these danger experiences one has to use all the craft and art of the seasoned newspaper man. They arc so afraid that they will appear in the light of trying to be a hero. Of course, there are exceptions among pilots just like everything else. But it's rare for the real chap to recount with boasting or conceit any of these experiences.

All of these boys have 'flying hours' that mount up to 3000, and figured carefully, this means that they have flown a distance of 300,000 rniles through the air.

There is one ship on the Reno field that has a record of almost 50,000 air miles without overhaul: This ship was built by the "Motor Macks," the mechanics, at Reno field.

Not that these boys on the "hump" run down do not have their close calls to death - they do and very often. Just recently one was [xx] come down to earth, and up in the sky for miles - he could not get out. He flew and flew, with all the knowledge of his long career in the air.

Then his motor began to sputter, and slowly, slowly slowly it idled down to a full stop. A half-dark Spot was picked out and the boy headed his ship for a chance to "set her down." It was the top of a hundred-foot spruce tree - a wing was torn away, and the ship, nose down, crashed into the smaller growth of pine and buried the nose of the ship and the motor into the ground.

Strange and wonderful as it may seem - impossible as it would appear - the pilot was thrown from the cockpit to his feet. The crash was heard two miles away and timbermen hurried through the dense fog and found the pilot in a dazed and bleeding condition walking about wreck of his pride ship and saying, "I couldn't keep her up with only one wing." He lapsed into unconscienceness.

He was hurried to a hospital some miles away - where he remained unconscious for five days, skinned and cut and bruised over his entire body. This boy now fies the "hump" every other day.


LOST FOUR HOURS.

A few days ago another chap of the same caliber was lost in the clouds for 4 hours and 21 minutes. He sailed and sailed, he flew high and he flew as low as 12,000 feet, but no opening. Once when the dense darkness overtook him, he thought he espied afield - from the change in temperature he knew that he was well out of the dangerous zone of rocks and canyons and mountain peaks.

He took a chance to circle down; then, wonder of wonders, he made out a hangar at Mather field a miles out of Sacramento, and landed without mishap in the dense gloom of the abandoned army air field.

Is it just luck, or is there a higher power that looks after these stalwart, clean-living fine, upstanding young men who are doing this work for Uncle Sam?

Another of this trio, and recently, had another experience that is a record in that he, by his knowledge and downright nerve, saved himself from death. He was flying at 12,000 feet. Without any warning the motor went dead, the plane went into the deadly tailspin in a flash.

With the cool desperation of knowledge of impending disaster, this boy used all his knownn arts - and they are legion - and at 6000 feet the motor sputtered, took on, and he leveled his ship. This also [xx].


SPEED RECORDS SMASHED.

The names of these intrepid flying men will some day be graven in letters of gold, with their records of early achievement in the archives of the United States postoffice department - when they are laid away in the years to come.

They may well be proud of their brilliant records, the records they are daily making that will appear as obsolete in just a few years. But their hardships, their pioneering over the awful hundred miles of this mountainous divide will live forever.

Speed records are smashed and knocked to smithereens every few days. Two hundred and twenty miles in one hour and thirty minutes is done every days.

Forty miles of this, measured from the "hump" point triangulates this distance from Reno field. Daily the mail ship comes down from there in from the usual altitude of 12,000 feet, and covers that course in less than ten minutes. Figure that and then talk of speed records - speed records made under prearranged precaution, tuned, tried out ships, practice flights and all! What? The boys think they are losing time if they consume over 22 minutes coming this last forty miles.

San Francisco is measured and reckoned as 205 miles triangulated distance from the Reno field. The ships generally fly 225 to 250 miles distance. The record so far, officially, is one hour and 19 minutes, timed from the time the wheels leave the earth until they touch the ground at terminal. The field managers and the assistant superintendent file and report the time of arrival and departure of the ships with every care.

The most noticeable feature of the air mail service, and this is speaking for every man connected with this leg of the Red line, is the inordinate pride, loyalty and the co-operative functions every department.


EYES GROW LARGER.

Recently one of the pilots was asked to have an examination of his eyes made by a local occulist, after flying the altitudes up to 16,000 feet [xx] the San Francisco run. For months it has been noticed by friends of the boys that fly the "hump" that their eyes were growing larger. The eye balls and iris were abnormally large. It was proven that they have become men of such long range of vision that objects on the earth, and in the vast expanses, are clear and plain to them.

Objects in the hundreds of miles' expanse of view from the ship can be plainly seen and accurately described long before the object can be seen by the ordinary person.

On the field these fliers of the "hump" can plainly see a ship in the vast expanse of the sky when it is a difficult matter for the ordinary person to make it out with glasses.

The eminent occulist here says that these are the first cases of extended clear vision of great distances that have been noted by his profession. He further states that nature is providing this wonderful far-seeing that is known to exist in the deer, antelope, burro and other animals of the great high, open places.

Then again, as a matter of fun, the close friends and acquaintances say that their near vision is disarranged, for picking out details of close proximity - citing as proof the girls and women folks they accompany to dinners and theaters. Believe me, one can get an awful rise out of those flying men when they mention their lack of finesse in taste for feminine beauty. There are but few of the air men are married.


NEVER AGAIN.

A few days ago one the pilots returned to Reno from the San Francisco lield in the mail pit of the ship When the plane was landed he hurried from the mail pit and looking the ship over more of that kind of Hying for again what's the he was asked Say I'm not jollying a bit and ha was in deadly earnest I was scared stiff all the way tin from San terrain didn't look right under me Everything was so confounded different It is no pleasure now when I drive a plane Well of course that's different I know every shake the ship makes but up in the mail strange ground and the crate don't seem to fly all J thought of was that something might happen and she would take a dive or a dred other little things that make up the stunts that a ship is liable to do Never Not for all the money in the country 1 another trip in a mail one of the regulars old-timer on the run was driving too No sir not This is a seasoned pilot too He has thousands of air miles to his credit on the Red line road and has had many a narrow escape from the supreme crash 158 Vance and Harry V Hukings are the aces of the United States air Francisco Ship No 158 was the plane in which Vance made the wonderful record from Elko to Reno 1 hour and 20 minutes No IRS now Viy and holds the record for mileage in the air for entire Red line road Every few days brings this ship into Reno from San Francisco in 1 hour and 22 and coming daily from the coast in an hour and a half is just ordinary for the flight that is marked 190 miles but is flown over 200 miles daily The record from San Francisco to Reno is held by Boggs testing pilot at the San Francisco field He made the phenomenal time across the but in a light ship of 1 hoar and 19 minutes a record stands The other records and the time made by these pilots is under regular mail carrying con- ditions The weight of mail carried varies from 300 to 500 pounds daily on the fast delivery of Uncle Sam's air juan William F Blanchfield formerly flew the hump He is now on the run between Reno and Elko This pilot has an official record of one German plane over Bruges and three unofficial For three months he was in a pursuit group during the World War He is second to none as a pilot and is rated by of the air mail as the most natural flyer in the service UP has brought the mail managers have pleaded with him not to take a chance Through the winter storms the gales of the blinding cutting storms when the and varnish of the plane would be scratched and scored by the violence of the winds the by in wonderful flying show that danger means nothing to this intrepid man of the ship He has more flying hours than any man in the service and therefore is a past master of a ship under all conditions Rexford B Levisee formerly of the crew now flying Salt Lake made a record over the hump that will long live in the memories of the hundreds of friends and acquaintances of this master of a ship Then there is Ray Little of the early flights Morgan and Boggs all men of worth to Uncle Sam in his early inauguration of the air mail Their deeds are still fresh in the minds of those that knew of their records of inestimable worth to the government There are other that share in the function of the successful administration of the air mail The is too long to qualify They are all good men or they would not be In the service There is not a single pilot that courts publicity ter of fact they are all of the mouthed type The only word one can from them after some awful hardship and heroic effort is I sure seared today That's about all with the added it was pretty rough today or The clouds There you are Even when one of them is cornered and queried he will in all likelihood make some excuse and run away When ing among themselves it's about the same thing thought of ami ly no element of conceit and they actually shun anything that may appear to court publicity On any other subject they will talk inter- Some of these flyers have official German planes to their credit the World War All of these pilots have fine service ords both overseas and at home during the big show Burr H has had his fill of narrow escapes Even n ing- he had many escapes from the big crash Kt is one of the early pilots of the mail His first big crash came just after he had been Jo the air mail when it was a tive experiment by the postoffice department FACES TERRIFIC STORMS After riding the eastern logs of the Red line Winslow was signed to the run He came when the was at its worst last winter and almost the entire season without serious mishap There were many many days when he would try to face the storms of the hump make the at times remain in the air for hours en- to pierce the dense storms clouds and hurricane On October 22 last Winslow left the field at San Francisco was nothing but the deadly bank of mist that all dread Winslow nosed the ship straight up the fog bank clouds until his over feet when lie came into the sunshine He headed his plane lor Reno He departed at p m He actually flew over and around Reno at this altitude He could he Plainly heard in the high dis- tance No visibility He turned tail and started for San Francisco that is in the general direction Matter of fact he said he iras lost He dived and dived over that vast sea of clouds He circled and headed in and out of the dense mist All to no purpose ly no and no hole to take a chance to try for the rain He headed again towards dark in the general direction of west Just at dark he noticed a change In and took that was out ot the 300-mile no place to land He spiraled down to He saw a hole that looked like a field He slowly circled as low as was safe and discerned a cor- ner of a hanger at the army post at Mather field three miles from Sacramento He in dense darkness this abandoned field Hurriedly at fie livered the mail He had been in the air four hours and 21 minutes All this time every telephone tele- graph and radio office was ing for the lost ship When interviewed by no tutii could be dragged out of him It waa mighty lonesome up there and my gas and oil were getting darn low by Jack Next week Mr with other intrepid airmen perils ej the hemp





Jack Bell
Jack Bell


separator
FATHER
Selected Poetry emptyAll Poetry
Letters emptyBios


family
Family
home
Home

favorites
Suggested
Favorite
Pages
site map
Site Map


IME logo Copyright © 2003, Mary S. Van Deusen