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was flying. He talked, dreamed, and lived it.

I spent this first evening with him going over details of the days to come. He thought if I would discribe to him each evening the terrain over which he would fly the following day he could keep to the main line of the Erie without becoming confused by branch lines of the Erie or other railroads that crossed it. 

The next morning, Monday, September 17 I ordered the special train for eight oclock. As we waited for Cal to take the air and the mechanicians to get back to the train, word came that Cal had crashed. I hope never to see a sadder group of people than we all were. Soon, however, came the cheerful