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sometimes see a dainty silk work-bag, fashioned 

 from some ribbon of that cargo, passed from 

 hand to hand, while the incident is recorded 

 in the light of personal observation. With the 

 poet, they 



"Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of 



magic sails, 

 Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with 



costly bales." 



This popular and gifted aviator lost his life 

 while flying in his aeroplane at North Yakima, 

 Washington, June 1, 1912. He is one of the 

 many whose lives are sacrificed in the fields of 

 air, endeavoring to add to man's powers of 

 locomotion. The story thus far is tragical, yet 

 new names of new adventurers are not lacking, 

 and exhibitions of aviation are of every-day 

 occurrence. Who can say when regular lines 

 of aerial travel may be established? 



But not yet, although the sleepy villages 

 are awaking and renewing their youth, under 

 the influence of the electric roads and stations ; 

 automobiles, too, for the farmers have caught 

 the spirit of^speed, and flash swiftly about the 

 country attending to their affairs. 



We were speaking of the old National Road 

 and of its modem rivals. With all the recent 



