The article below was published in the daily newspaper La Bourgogne Républicaine, Dijon, France, page 5, November 4, 1954.
See the case file.
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Venarey-les-Laumes (from our P.C.). -- Finally, since the time that we talk about it here without seeing anything, since the time that a good number of people scrutinize our Auxois sky without success, we will be able to realize, and, who knows, perhaps take possession with its occupants!
Tuesday evening November 2, around 8 p.m., the gendarmerie of Laumes (Côte-d'Or), was alerted by the inhabitants of the Ravouze barrier, on the Paris-Lyon main railway line: "A saucer had landed on the heights of the Ravouze farm. It was throwing light rays in all directions!"
Adjutant Berthault first congratulated the young people on their happy initiative of reporting this extraordinary event, then he gathered his men and one left for the landing place (the Ravouze farm is about 6 kilometers from Les Laumes, in the direction of Darcey and located on a hillside, which made it possible to determine the position of the saucer).
"It could be poachers giving signals to each other, the skeptical warrant officer thought anyway. In that case, the catch is good, but we'll see."
In addition it was raining and the brush and wasteland surrounding the farm was dripping with water. It doesn't matter if you're wet - and one was wet - but you have to try to take possession of the object. "We are going to surround them," decreed the adjutant and he deployed his folks in skirmish.
The operation seems doomed to success, because one was approaching and nothing abnormal was happening.
One finally arrived near the object. "Hands up, or I shoot," said the adjutant who, still skeptical, believed more than ever in illegal hunters.
Stunned, the Martian does not react. One finally approaches it, and who do we see? Mr. Chauvelot, the farmer of Ravouze, who to advance his work, sowed wheat in a field by lighting up with a portable light, which, balanced, launched its rays in all directions.
But the alert had been hot, and it is pleasantly and with good humor that Warrant Officer Berthault recounts this witty adventure.
Broken down the Barreuzai! It is not only in Champligny that the flying saucers make headlines.
