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The flyer had his share of near-misses.
At Fort Ethan Allen the ever-present wind off Lake Champlain could readily flip a puny man-made thing like an airplane if the pilot miscalculated.
Once the soldiers from the barracks had to hold the ship from blowing away while Fogg revved the engine and got the tail up.
At a nod of his head they let go, turning to cup their ears against the icy slipstream.
Tracks in the snow showed the plane was airborne in less than a hundred feet.

2.571 seconds.