Up in the Clouds: Balloon VoyagesBallantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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Up in the Clouds: Balloon Voyages
Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
Balloons
"We have been descending slowly for a little time, when I am challenged
to signify when I can close my observations, as yonder, about two miles
distant, is a fine park, where Mr Coxwell's eye seems to wander with
something like a desire to enter it. I approve of the spot, as it is in
every way suitable for a descent. The under-current, which is
oftentimes stronger than the upper, is wafting us merrily in that
direction. We are now only a few hundred feet above the surface. `Put
up your instruments,' cries Mr Coxwell, `and we will keep on this level
until you are ready.'
"A little more sand is let out, and I pack up the instruments quickly in
their wadded cases. `Are you all right?' inquires the aeronaut. `All
right,' I respond; `look out then, and hold fast by the ropes, as the
grapnel will stop us in that large meadow, with the hedgerow in front.'
"There, sure enough, we land. The cattle stand at bay affrighted, their
tails are horizontal, and they run wildly away. But a group of friends
from among the gentry and villagers draws up near the balloon, and
although some few question whether we belong to this planet, or whether
we are just imported from another, yet any doubt upon this point is soon
set at rest, and we are greeted with a hearty welcome from all when we
tell our story, how we travelled the realms of space, not from motives
of curiosity, but for the advancement of science, its applicability to
useful purposes, and the good of mankind."
In commenting on the several ascents thus combined in one description,
Mr Glaisher gives us various pieces of information which are highly
interesting. The clouds, he says, on which the sun was shining
brightly, each moment opened up to view deep ravines, and shining masses
appeared like mountain ranges, some rising perpendicularly from rolling
seas or plains, with summits of dazzling brightness, some pyramidal,
others undulatory, with deep shadows between.
While passing over London on one occasion at night, at the height of
about one mile, he heard the hum of the great city, and saw its lights.
The river looked dull, but the bridges that spanned it, and the many
miles of straight, intersecting, and winding streets were distinctly
visible.
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