At handsome Euclides Guterres' home on the south Brazilian cattle ranges, the skies were not cloudy all daytill the flying machines came. Then, a few years ago, some smart fellows bought themselves a lot of little airplanes and opened a flying club just a hoot and a holler from the ranch where Cowboy Euclides worked. After that, the crazy things flew all over the place, diving at his cattle, scaring his pony, and impressing the girls so much that for the first time in Euclides' courting life, the girls had discouraging words for a mere ground-bound gaucho.
One day last fortnight, a...
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