When the Queen told his Majesty of my proposal, he at first not only
ridiculed it, but was inclined to veto it. Being, however, a very
uxorious husband, he at length consented—as he eventually always did to
everything on which the Queen had set her heart. He yielded all the
more readily now, because he did not believe in the possibility of my
ascent; he was convinced that even though the balloon should mount a
few feet into the air, it would collapse immediately, whereon I should
fall and break my neck, and he should be rid of me. He demonstrated
this to her so convincingly, that she was alarmed, and tried to talk me
into giving up the idea, but on finding that I persisted in my wish to
have the balloon made, she produced an order from the King to the
effect that all facilities I might require should be afforded me.
At the same time her Majesty told me that my attempted ascent would be
made an article of impeachment against me in case I did not succeed in
prevailing on the air god to stop the drought. Neither King nor Queen
had any idea that I meant going right away if I could get the wind to
take me, nor had he any conception of the existence of a certain steady
upper current of air which was always setting in one direction, as
could be seen by the shape of the higher clouds, which pointed
invariably from south-east to north-west. I had myself long noticed
this peculiarity in the climate, and attributed it, I believe justly,
to a trade-wind which was constant at a few thousand feet above the
earth, but was disturbed by local influences at lower elevations.
My next business was to break the plan to Arowhena, and to devise the
means for getting her into the car. I felt sure that she would come
with me, but had made up my mind that if her courage failed her, the
whole thing should come to nothing. Arowhena and I had been in constant
communication through her maid, but I had thought it best not to tell
her the details of my scheme till everything was settled. The time had
now arrived, and I arranged with the maid that I should be admitted by
a private door into Mr. Nosnibor’s garden at about dusk on the
following evening.
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