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In 1858 I Received The Degree Of D. S. From The Lawrence Scientific School, And Thereafter Remained On The Rolls Of The University As A Resident Graduate.

Until I Was Four Years Old I Lived In The House Of My Paternal Grandfather, About Two Miles From The Pretty Little Village Of Wallace, At The Mouth Of The River Of That Name.

All Attempts At Artificial Aviation Are Not Only Dangerous To Human Life, But Foredoomed To Failure From The Engineering Standpoint.

The Demonstration That No Possible Combination Of Known Substances, Known Forms Of Machinery And Known Forms Of Force, Can Be United In A Practical Machine By Which Men Shall Fly Along Distances Through The Air, Seems To The Writer As Complete As It Is Possible For The Demonstration To Be.

Flight By Machines Heavier Than Air Is Unpractical And Insignificant, If Not Utterly Impossible.