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But, uncomfortable as he was, and much as he felt like a seasick balloonist, he did not know in what a lucky position he was, nor how happy he should have been that it was not even riskier. There is some comfort, or there ought to be, in the fact that a situation is never so bad that it might not be worse.
But in the all-important work of steering the huge craft, progress was for many years practically at a standstill. All that the balloonist could do in controlling his balloon was to make it ascend or descend at will; he could not guide its direction of flight.
This the lad accomplished by a simple but effective device which, when the balloonist saw it, caused him to compliment Tom. "That's worth patenting," he declared. "I advise you to take out papers on that." "It seems such a simple thing," answered the youth. "And I don't see much use of spending the money for a patent.
"We can go in the shop, now." Without further notice of Andy Foger, Tom Swift turned aside, and followed the aeronaut into the enclosed yard. Ned Sees Mysterious Men "Who were those fellows?" asked the balloonist, of his companion. "Oh, some chaps who think we'll never build our airship, Mr. Sharp. Andy Foger, and his crowd." "Well, we'll show them whether we will or not," rejoined the man.
Then Tom Swift got a motor boat, as related in the second volume of the series, and he had many exciting trips in that craft. Following that he made his first airship with the help of a veteran balloonist and then, not satisfied with adventures in the air, he and his father perfected a wonderful submarine boat in which they went under the ocean for sunken treasure.
"Hurrah!" called Tom softly to the balloonist. "We're off!" and he waved his hand to his father and Garret. "I told you so," spoke Mr. Sharp confidently. "I'm going to start the propellers in a minute." "Oh, dear me, goodness sakes alive!" cried Mrs. Baggert, the housekeeper, running from the house and wringing her hands. "I'm sure they'll fall!"
"It takes a woman to jump across a bridge to a conclusion every time. I'll write to Mr. Sharp at once." A Clash with Andy Tom lost no time in writing to Mr. Sharp. He wondered more and more at his own neglect in not before having asked the balloonist, when the latter was in Shopton, where Andy was building his aeroplane. But, as it developed later, Mr. Sharp did not know at that time.
"Why, I'm going South myself, boys," declared the balloonist, when he heard of their contemplated trip, "and wouldn't it be a queer thing now if we happened to come across one another down in Dixieland? I'm heading for Atlanta, to steer my big balloon to the eastward at the first favorable chance, in order to settle some questions about air currents that have long been baffling us all.
Late in the afternoon of a pleasant summer day in the year 191-, if one may borrow a mode of phrasing that once found favour with the readers of the late G. P. R. James, a solitary balloonist replacing the solitary horseman of the classic romances might have been observed wending his way across Franconia in a north-easterly direction, and at a height of about eleven thousand feet above the sea and still spindling slowly.
Shortly afterwards a well-known French aeronaut, M. Garnerin, had an equally satisfactory descent, and soon the parachute was used by most of the prominent aeronauts of the day. Mr. Cocking, a well-known balloonist, held somewhat different views from those of other inventors as to the best form of construction of parachutes.
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