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wind was blowing too hard to do any flying. The Sun set blood red that evening. I was glad to crawl into my bed that night and get away from people who were asking questions, always the same, "When do you think you will be able to make a flight? One old fellow asked em this question and stated he had traveled a hundred miles just to see the ship fly and would have to return to his home that night as he was expecting an increase in his family. I do not know if he ever saw a flight as I did not see him again.

The next day we made several flights without any trouble, and toward evening I was invited to have refreshments with the management and the sheriff of the county. Although Tennessee was supposed to be a dry state, it was here that I learned the color of moonshine whiskey, although I did not use it.

COMPETITION PLANNED
We constantly met showmen of every sort from the heads of Barnum and Bailey to those of even the smallest circuses and carnivals. These men senced show possibilities in the use of the airship. They made offers which we consistently refused to consider. We were as busy as possible. We had every date booked and there was no possibility of doing any more flying except during the winter months. Being showmen, they could not see any reason why it would not be possible to copy our outfit and operate their own exhibitions as they wished. We therefore expected to hear of competition, but hardly out of our own ranks. I walked into the tent unexpectedly and found one of our trusted men busily engaged in measuring the gore of the balloon. He was writing it all down in a book and had just finished