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He told me that evening that when he flew south from Decatur he managed to get around two bad storms, but a third one caught him and forced him down. He had flown for some time, holding his cap on the carburetor.

Monday morning October second. The third Monday morning of the flight and I believe everyone in the party were entertaining the same thought.
 
Cal had landed at the Huntington Fair Grounds the night before. There was a strong wind this morning, but we had planned an early start.

We were waiting at the Station, as usual for the mechanicians to get back to us after Cal was in the air, when presently the station agent came dashing out to tell us Cal had just cracked up again. The crowd at the Fair Grounds, come to witness his get away, had surged out onto the field giving Cal the alternative of killing some of the spectators or banking sharply into a grove of trees. Of course, he intuitively chose the latter and badly damaged the plane. He did not