Airplane Crash.

"Martin Bergh, age 22, Volga, SD, son of Rev. and Mrs. O.O. Bergh died in an airplane crash. Martin Bergh was a passenger in the plane.  At the Bergh farm, four miles south of Volga his two brothers, John and Alfred, were cultivating corn on the east side of the road about forty rods southeast of the school house.  As the plane neared the brothers Martin requested the pilot to drop closer to the ground so that he might wave to his brothers that they might recognize him.
Going south the plane as traveling with the wind, and as the bank was made to turn north, there was quite a tip side-wise.  Martin had been leaning to the side and it is believed that he thought he was going to fall, as he threw himself back into the plane he hit the gas throttle in the forward cockpit and shut off the engine.  The plane went into a spiral and soon made a plunge to the ground,  The pilot did everything possible in the few seconds at his command and the engine had been started again and the plane started on a straight away when it reached the ground. The accident happened on a little knoll, the highest point of ground in the field, and it is thought that if it had happened a short distance in any other direction, the plane would have been straightened out enough so that the damage would not have been great."
  Martin died shortly after a local hospital on June 22, 1920.
  Martin was my uncle and next older than my mother.  Martin and she did the farming during World War I while John and Alfred were in the army.  She talked a lot about Martin because they were very close.  I had not seen the obituary of Martin, from which the first paragraph was excerpted, until the recent Bergh family reunion at Metigoshe, ND.
   There were about seventy five descendants, including spouses, of Rev. and Mrs. O.O. Bergh, at the reunion.  I felt a pang of remorse as I read Martin's obituary for the first time and as I thought about his untimely death, wondering how many more cousins there might have been had he lived to marry.