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the buildings, a fair headwaycould be made against the wind, which encouraged me to make a high flight. On gaining altitude of 1,000 feet, I made a trip over the city and returned again to the grounds. On making the final landing, I was removed forcibly from the airship and carried around on the shoulders of the crowd and paraded before the grandstand by a group of mountaineers, who perhaps had a surplus of moonshine aboard. Here again I learned something of the nature of moonshine, as the breath of these boys smelled very strong. But they were good fellows and after tiring of this nonsense I was carried behind the grandstand and invited to have a drink, sheriff or no sheriff, which I did not accept.

During the next two days we had difficulties although we made several flights each day. As our train was leaving at about six o'clock Friday evening, it was necessary to be loaded and have everybody on the car by that time. Therefore, we made the last flight about four o'clock then rushed to board the train.

FAILURE AT BROCKTON
Our destination was Brockton, Massachusetts, we arrived late Saturday night. Our first flight was to be made on Tuesday, but we had very bad weather. It was cold and most every one was wearing overcoats. With the wind blowing at thirty miles an hour or more it was impossible to make a flight. Our contract provided for a payment of twenty five hundred dollars guarantee and five hundred dollars for each one of five flights. As the day drew to a close we heard uncomplimentary remarks mingled with threats. I thought it was wise to remain away from the outfit, and to keep my eyes on the flags which indicated the strength of the wind. However, a flight was out of the question. I knew that