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As we were taking our seats for the return trip he asked whether I had ever heard of 'The Flying Scotchman,'England's crack train.I replied that I had, and he mentioned that,of course,its speed was nothing to compare with the speed of this electric one.'Oh it's speed that you are hankering after!' I replied in dry way that made him suspicious. The boys at Menlo were always ready to accept even the hint of a challenge involving the work of Edison, as I believe Bernard Shaw has already testified. I started the motor and gradually plugged out the resistance.We rounded the curve without mishap and were flying along at a speed that scared the life out of Insull who,holding fast to the brake handle,begged me to slacken up. In the faint light that prevailed,something on the track ahead of us,just at that weird spot where the trestle work was.I cut off the current instantly and applied my brake so suddenly that the handle broke.At the same time a bunch of feathers shot upward.I reversed the current for a secound several times while Insull pulled at the brake,and so we managed to arrive at the station without a crash. Insull felt greatly relieved at setting his feet on terra firma.
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