And now began a time, dream-like and delirious, of which I do not
suppose that I shall ever recover a distinct recollection. Some things
I can recall—as that we were ere long enveloped in vapour which froze
upon my moustache and whiskers; then comes a memory of sitting for
hours and hours in a thick fog, hearing no sound but my own breathing
and Arowhena’s (for we hardly spoke) and seeing no sight but the car
beneath us and beside us, and the dark balloon above.
Perhaps the most painful feeling when the earth was hidden was that the
balloon was motionless, though our only hope lay in our going forward
with an extreme of speed. From time to time through a rift in the
clouds I caught a glimpse of earth, and was thankful to perceive that
we must be flying forward faster than in an express train; but no
sooner was the rift closed than the old conviction of our being
stationary returned in full force, and was not to be reasoned with:
there was another feeling also which was nearly as bad; for as a child
that fears it has gone blind in a long tunnel if there is no light, so
ere the earth had been many minutes hidden, I became half frightened
lest we might not have broken away from it clean and for ever. Now and
again, I ate and gave food to Arowhena, but by guess-work as regards
time. Then came darkness, a dreadful dreary time, without even the moon
to cheer us.
With dawn the scene was changed: the clouds were gone and morning stars
were shining; the rising of the splendid sun remains still impressed
upon me as the most glorious that I have ever seen; beneath us there
was an embossed chain of mountains with snow fresh fallen upon them;
but we were far above them; we both of us felt our breathing seriously
affected, but I would not allow the balloon to descend a single inch,
not knowing for how long we might not need all the buoyancy which we
could command; indeed I was thankful to find that, after nearly
four-and-twenty hours, we were still at so great a height above the
earth.
In a couple of hours we had passed the ranges, which must have been
some hundred and fifty miles across, and again I saw a tract of level
plain extending far away to the horizon. I knew not where we were, and
dared not descend, lest I should waste the power of the balloon, but I
was half hopeful that we might be above the country from which I had
originally started. I looked anxiously for any sign by which I could
recognise it, but could see nothing, and feared that we might be above
some distant part of Erewhon, or a country inhabited by savages. While
I was still in doubt, the balloon was again wrapped in clouds, and we
were left to blank space and to conjectures.
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