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"….Relay drivers at Ely, Nevada, were just struggling into their over-alls, preparing to hurl the eastbound Essex on her way. Water, oil and gasoline must be ready. But there were hours to spare. No! "Here she comes! All hands stand by!" The yell was frantic. Orders were fired about. Men were running. The relay drivers leaped. Still buttoning they plunged downstairs. Lights sprang up at Ely windows. Cheers came down the street. Two brilliant beams of light lay on the road. And down them came the Essex No. 1, and humming softly, stopped. The Ely crew leaped upon
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