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Last week, slashing a right-of-way for a power line from Bonneville Dam, lumberjacks brought down a ponderosa pine. Tied by a shriveled leather thong, high in the treetop was the answer to the mystery of Kamela: a bronze cattle bell, inscribed with the date 1878. It carried the words "Saignelegier"-"Chiantel"-"Fondeur." Its clapper was worn smooth by years of gentle tinkling. The people of Kamela guessed that a pioneer had tied it to a sapling that grew into a towering pine...
Spotters can neither see nor hear bombers at extreme altitudes, which is radar's job. The spotters will specialize on attackers trying to slip, perhaps at treetop level, through gaps between the radar stations. Such attacks, says the Air Force's Air Defense Command, are a very real danger. Once a group of bombers passes the radars that watch the coasts and northern border of the U.S., it might "get loose" in the interior. Unless it should blunder into the field of a radar, the defending jet fighters would not know where to look...
Four days later, another Sabre formation tangled with several small groups of MIGs and shot six of them down, with no U.S. losses. The dogfight swirled from the 30,000-ft. level to treetop heights. One of the enemy jets disintegrated in the air and the five others crashed. A seventh was damaged before the surviving MIGs broke off the engagement and scurried back to the privileged sanctuary of Manchuria. This victorious U.S. formation was commanded by Colonel Meyer himself, who shot down...
Radioman Trippodi hung in his chute in excruciating pain. He had come down in a treetop near the peak of a steep, 4OO-ft. incline. Trying to unbuckle his harness, he slipped. His foot caught in the leg strap and he had hung head down, helpless. Next morning two of the flyers found him still hanging there. They cut him free, wrapped him in his parachute, and put him in a bed of spruce boughs; but they themselves were too weak to get him down the cliff...
...There was nothing sunny about the level light that pointed up a shuttered window above the old man's head, and the sky beyond had in it more paint than air. Yet the somber, dilapidated house front dwarfing the children on the sidewalk, the green smudge of a treetop peering over the adjoining wall, the sick and sagging figure of the old man himself, and even the murky, unreal light and haphazard composition all helped put across the mood Stuempfig was after. Like The Lifeboat and others of his best works, The Old Man was a familiar scene glimpsed...