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Seven, ah… when I was your age I was a very curious and,
some might say, mischievous little boy. I didn’t always do
particularly well in school but I constantly inquired into how
things worked and what made them tick. My parents always
encouraged your Uncle Wilbur and me to pursue all of our
intellectual interests through thorough investigation and
study.
We got the machine out early and put out the signal for the
men at the station. Before we were quite ready, John T.
Daniels, W. S. Dough, A. D. Etheridge, W. C. Brinkley of
Manteo, and Johnny Moore of Nags Head arrived.
With the help of the Kill Devil Hills Life Saving Crew, we
hauled the machine up the slope to the staging area. We ran
the engine and propellers for a few minutes to get them in
working order, and then I got on the machine at 10:35 for
the first trial. After Will’s crash a few days earlier I wasn’t
sure what to expect but the encouragement I received from
Will and the others calmed my nerves a bit. The wind was
whipping right into my face out of the North. To get her
started, I slipped the rope and the machine started traveling
down the monorail we had laid out that week. Slowly at first
but then she got going up to 7 or 8 miles on the rails in the
sand. At the fourth rail, the machine lifted from the track.
Crouch, Tom D., The Bishop's Boys: A Life of Wilbur and Orville Wright,
New York: Norton, 1989.