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cloth was gone, it required a new tail piece, new front elevator. Otherwise, it was the same identical machine which flew at Kitty Hawk, December 17, 1903. And that same machine is now hanging up in the Smithsonian Institution where it will receive no further damage and be preserved for all time to come.

WRIGHTS ARGUE

One day during the negotiations for my contract the Wright boys commenced to discuss a phase of the flying art and it became an argument which grew hotter as they progressed. I was alarmed. Here were two brothers who have lived together all their lives, peacefully, and now they are quarreling.

In an aside to Frank Russell I said, "This will never do; the first thing you know the whole thing will go to pot."

He remarked, "Pay no attention to it. That's an every day affair. Before the afternoon is over they will reverse positions and argue all over again."

And sure enough that was true. I was amazed.

Orville finally informed me, "Never be concerned about an argument. We have them every day. It is our way of getting at the facts."

It proved to be a good way but one that alarmed me not knowing them as well as I should.

MY BROTHER VERY ILL

During the season of 1911, when business was at its height, I received a wire from my sister-in-law at Flagstaff, Arizona, stating that my brother was in very bad condition and for me to come at once. I read the telegram to the Wright boys and asked them if it would be all right if I took a hop out there. They said to go ahead.

I found my brother in pretty bad shape. I moved him some