I was as jubilant as he, and found it quite as difficult to conceal my emotions, which were altogether natural; for has not flight been always regarded as a prerogative of angels? and has not man aspired to it as the most perfect form of migration? The exhilaration was beyond description; and as we swept on through that long summer day, there was a sense of power and freedom which no other form of locomotion could impart. "I could never be content to live down there again!" I said, flipping the ashes from my cigar overboard. "Nor I," said Torrence; "not after this experience. The sky is good enough for me!" Toward evening we could hear the tinkling of bells and lowing of herds, and catch an occasional shout of surprise from a frightened farmer, as we dipped a little nearer earthward, and then skurried aloft and away, before he had time to recover his equanimity. At a small village in the southern part of Lincolnshire we pounced suddenly upon a traveling circus, and stampeded the entire crowd, not one of which will ever forget us. It was the grandest game imaginable; to come swooping down to within fifty or seventy-five feet of the ground, over an unsuspecting congregation of countrymen, and then dart onward and upward amid their shouts of consternation. However, we did not indulge in this sort of thing often, not wishing to incur the risk of being fired at. It showed, nevertheless, the absolute control we had over the machine, and was interesting from a scientific, as well as a humorous point of view. Toward sundown I smelled salt air, and knew we were approaching the sea. Then we ran into a bank of mist, and the earth was lost to view. I asked Torrence where we were heading for, and he said: "I am going to run around the city of Hull; leaving it a few miles upon our right, so as not to attract attention, and then cross over to Norway." "You surely don’t intend to try the North Sea to-night!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Why not? There is no danger," he answered. I did not argue the matter, feeling safe in his hands. The fog bank continued for some minutes, and when we suddenly ran out of it, imagine my astonishment to find ourselves hovering directly over a large city, with the sea beyond. *X.* Torrence jumped up in consternation, and looking overboard, exclaimed with an oath that he thought we were at least five miles to the southwest of that town. "And what difference does it make?" I inquired. "Look for yourself!" he cried; "they are expecting us. I feared our course would be telegraphed to all sea ports; but they shan’t track me out of the country," he added, looking aloft significantly, "that is, not if I can help it." "I should say we had decidedly the whip handle of them!" I replied.