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In the balloon training camps, I noticed some old-time balloonists, including: J. C. McCoy, A. Leo Stevens, Frank P. Lahm, Thomas S. Baldwin, A. Holland Forbes, Charles J. Glidden, Charles Walsh, Carl G. Fisher, Wm. F. Whitehouse, George B. Harrison, Jay B. Benton, J. Walter Flagg, John Watts, Roy F. Donaldson, Ralph H. Upson, R. A. D. Preston and Warren Rasor.
Seton put on his coat and wrote out instructions for the further care of the man. But before leaving he again turned his shrewd eyes upon Donaldson himself. "My boy," he said kindly, "you ought to pay some attention to your own health. I hate to see a man of your age go to pieces." He squinted curiously at Donaldson's eyes. The latter withdrew a little.
There is the tall English girl and that sharp-eyed Miss Donaldson, who are watching us the whole time. It is real mean in them," excitedly. "And the count doesn't mind letting everybody know how much he admires me. In fact, he is proud of it, like one of the old knights, who used to wear their ladies' favors as openly and proudly as they bore their knightly banners." "This will never do, Helen.
I 'll admit that this condition was a good deal my fault, I had a cursed false pride that forbade my doing for grub what some of the fellows did. Then, too, I was an optimist; it was coming out all right in the end. But it did n't and it has n't." Donaldson paused. "Am I boring you, old man?" "No! No! Go on. But if I had suspected "
As a token of appreciation of this particular exploit, a handsome gold medal was given to Donaldson by the citizens of Norfolk. A later ascent from Norfolk resulted in one of the most perilous experiences ever endured by any aeronaut, and indeed developed conditions from which none could possibly have hoped to escape with life except a perfectly trained and fearless aeronaut.
"What kind of a joke, Deacon?" "A joke. Who are you, anyway?" "I don't believe you remember me; I 'm Peter Donaldson." "Don't recoleck your name. What d' ye want this time o' night?" "Why, it's early yet, Deacon. You weren't really in bed!" "I tell ye I was, an' that so is all decent folk. Once 'n fer all what d'ye want?" "I heard you had a house to sell."
Three weeks later to be precise, on the fifteenth of July Donaldson and his beloved airship, the P. T. Barnum, made their last ascent, from Chicago. The balloon was already old more than a year old the canvas weakened and in many places rent and patched, the cordage frail. In short, the balloon was in poor condition to stand any extraordinary stress of weather. His companion on this trip was Mr.
The momentum threw Donaldson hard enough to stun him for a moment and was undoubtedly sufficient to have killed the boy. When Donaldson rose to his feet he found himself uninjured but something of a hero. A reporter friend of Saul's recognized him and asked for a statement. "A statement be hanged," snorted Donaldson. "Where's the kid?"
"That, at least, is part of it," and he took a step toward her, his thin lips twisted into a smile. "But not all. Perhaps Donaldson failed to tell you the rest, and left me to break the news. Well, it won't hurt me any. Not only this plantation is mine, but every nigger on it as well. You are Rene Beaucaire?"
He put his mouth close to the insensate wood and called her name. "Elaine." There was no answer. He knocked lightly and called again. Again the silence, the boy stumbling up against him with an inarticulate cry. The nurse joined them, and the three stood there in shivering terror. Donaldson felt panic clutching at his own heart. Before throwing his weight against the door, he tried once more.
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