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The article below was published in the daily newspaper Libre Artois, Arras, Pas-de-Calais, France, page 4, on September 16, 1954.
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While the population of the district of Valenciennes continues, for the most part to doubt the story of Mr. Dewilde, the Authority takes the landing of flying saucers on our territory very seriously.
Others have spoken of Martians. On the origin of the beings who would have explored the pastures bordering the P.N. 79, it may be better to assume nothing. The fear that Mr. Dewilde felt at their sight, by admitting that his adventure had been truly lived, has certainly distorted his assessments, both on the size and on the appearance of the occupants of the saucer. Especially since the night from Friday to Saturday was particularly dark.
One thing is official, however: representatives of the air police have discovered, on the railway sleepers, deep claws and impact points which may lead to believe that a craft had landed at this place. They also found ballast stones with suspicious traces.
We add that young people from neighboring villages, that is to say from Onnaing and from Vicq, saw in the sky, at the time indicated by Mr. Dewilde, and moving towards the West, a luminous disc.
In any case, the affair seems disturbing.
The adventure of Marius Dewilde, the Quarouble farmer, who saw two men getting into a sidereal machine, is not unique.
There is better, if one has to believe a farmer from the hamlet of Mouriéras (Corrèze). The latter, Mr. Antoine Mazoud [sic], reportedly made an extraordinary encounter on September 10.
It was 8:30 p.m. that day, night was beginning to fall and the farmer was following a hollow path when he found himself face to face with a medium-sized stranger wearing a motorcycle helmet without earmuffs.
The two men were also surprised and the somewhat worried farmer made a defense gesture with his fork.
This while the stranger approached the farmer, his hand extended, as if to show him his good intentions. Then, fearing that he would not be understood, he approached the farmer, uttering incomprehensible words and kissed him.
He then walked away to a bizarre craft shaped like a cigar. And, before Mr. Mazeud recovered from his surprise, the craft took off vertically and disappeared towards the West.
Subsequently, the farmer returning home told his wife about his adventure, but asked her not to say a word to anyone:
"They would make fun of me," he said.
Mme Mazaud could not resist the pleasure of telling - under the seal of secrecy, of course - this adventure to a neighbor and soon the whole country knew about it.
The Ussel gendarmerie questioned Mr. Mazaud who confirmed his story. But it was too late to find traces. Mr. Mazaud is not considered in the country as being subjected to hallucinations.
