The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and AdventureCollingwood, Harry
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The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and Adventure
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Sea stories
"You may gall it zo iv you like, colonel, I do nod; I call it merely a
buoy," returned the professor. "A _ship_ is a zomething gabable of
_moving_ in the elemend which zustains it; a balloon is ingabable of any
indebendend movement in the air; it drifts aboud at the mercy of every
idle wind that blows. Id is like a ship on a breathless sea; withoud
any means of brobulsion the ship lies motionless, or drifts at the mercy
of the currends. Bud give the ship a means of brobulsion, and
navigation ad once begomes bossible. And zo will it be with balloons."
"Well, that has already been tried," remarked the colonel; "but the
buoyancy of a balloon is too slight to permit of its being fitted with
engines and a boiler."
"My vriendt," said the professor impressively, "whad would you think of
the man who tried to pud the engines and boilers of an Atlantic liner in
a leedle boad?"
"I should think him an unmitigated ass," retorted the colonel.
"Jusd so. Yed thad is whad the aeronauds have been doing; they have
been drying to make the leedle boad-balloon garry the brobelling bower
of the aerial ship. In other words, they have not made their balloons
large enough."
"Then you think they have not yet reached the practical limit to the
size of a balloon?" asked the colonel.
"They have--very nearly--if balloons are do be made only of silk," was
the reply. "Bud if _navigable_ balloons are to be gonsdrugded,
aeronauds musd durn do other maderials and adobd another form. As I
said before, they musd build a _shib_, and she musd be of sufficiend
size to float in the air and to garry all her eguipments."
"But such an aerial ship would be a veritable _monster_" protested the
colonel.
"Zo are the Adlandic liners of the presend day," quietly answered the
professor.
"Phew!" whistled the colonel. The baronet rose from the divan, flung
away the stump of his cigar, and settled himself to listen, and perhaps
take part in the singular conversation.
"And of what would you build your aerial ship, professor?" asked the
colonel when he had in some measure recovered from his astonishment.
"Of the lighdesd and, ad the zame dime, sdrongesd maderial I gould
find," answered the professor. "Once get the aeronaud to realise thad
greadly ingreased bulk and a differend form are necessary, and id will
nod be long before he will find a suitable building maderial. Iv I were
an aeronaud I should dry medal."
"Metal!" exclaimed the colonel. "Oh, come, professor; now you are
romancing, you know. A ship of metal would never float in the
atmosphere."
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