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I think the ninteen century is not yet prepared to reap even a partial advantage form the art of Aeronauties. That will be realized and enjoyed by those who shall follow after us, when it shall have become as common, to use Bishop Wilkins words, when you wish to take a pleasure ride, to call your wings, (ballons) as it is now to call for your spurs and boots.
JOHN WISE

MR. CHAS. E WISE'S ACCOUNT.

By request, I hereby present to the citizens of Boston a narrative of the wanderings of the air-ship Young America.  She left the Common precisely at 5 o'clock, with an ascending power of 60 or 70 pounds, which took me through two currents of air in a few moments; in two minutes time I was passing through a thin misty, cloud, and which seemed to me to be dropping down on the earth at a rapid rate, caused by my ascending above it. The Young America now shaped her course for Old England, but thinking that a little too far away even for "manifest destiny",I commenced descending. At this time the Y.A. had gained an altitude of 2 1-2 or 3 miles. By turning your eyes to the West the scene was magnificent in the extreme; large masses of clouds of every conceivable shape and color lying a mile beneath me, and glistening in the air like huge mountains of ice and gold,with the colors of the rainbow thrown promiscuously over them in large circles, by the shadow of the balloon on them, was a sight never to be forgotten. Now, by turning my eyes eastward to one of equal splendor,but of quite different type,the mighty,vasty deey,extending beyond human vision,seemed to meet "the blue eternal sky",without any line of horizon being visible,so completely was it blended together.
Ships sixty to seventy miles distant seemed,like the Y.A. to be floating in the atmosphere. A silence, se profound, and an object so great, can be viewed, but not described. I now took a survey in general. I could see Boston but indistinctly through a vaporous cloud, Lynn and Cape Ann were completely hid from sight. Deer Island, with its surfbeaten shore, was below me,seemingly making a trip over to Boston Common. I now came below the clouds, and out on a line with the outer light, and began to deliberate whether I should take a sea bath, but my thoughts on the subject were cut short by seeing the Old America looming up in the distance. Up,up,she came, until her top apparently touched a large black cloud, when, all at once,down she went again. Down, down, at a rapid rate, what can be the matter, has she burst, has the Old America got to feeble to sustain her high reputation? But there she comes again,"old foggy" like keeping inland,not venturing to undiscovered regions,but

[[Bold]]Narrative of Wises's 210th AErial Voyage,made from Bradford,Vt., Sept. 26th.

[[Italics]]For the Boston Traveler,-
The ascension was made from the Agricultural Fair Ground at five minutes before 3, P.M., and in a few minutes an elevation of 3,000 feet was attained, when a dog and parachute were let off. The experiment went off very handsomely. and Tray seemed rather to enjoy his downward journey, and by the time he had reached terra firma the Young America attained an altitude that overlooked one of the most magnificent panoramas that human eyes could contemplate. Mountains upon mountains,as far as the eye could reach around, and just above the visible horizon a beautiful curtain of clouds encompassed the vast panorama. The road up Mount Washington was distinctly visible,though it was many miles off. Having now attained an altitude of over two miles, and being about twenty miles east of Bradford, the earth below presented to view a vast basin,interspersed with hillocks and lakes-of lakes not less than fifty were in sight,and of mountains the number was legion: and here several large buzzing flies came hovering round the car for some minutes. This somewhat surprised me,considering the great height above the earth the earth;and I also felt somewhat surprised at finding the atmosphere pleasantly warm, and where the sun shone on my body it produced a sensation like the pricking of needles. At half-past 3 the gas commenced rushing from the neck of the balloon, which was compensated by a proportionate discharge of ballast,as I wished the balloon to hold this altitude,seeing that the current would waft me somewhere near to Portsmouth,N.H.,and thus bring me on the Eastern Railroad, which would facilitate my journey to Bangor,at which place I was announced to ascend on the 30th September; and moreover the current was moving at the rate of a mile per minute. As I was sailing along I could not refrain from exclamations over the beautiful forms that God had given to the world, and it impressed upon my mind the conviction that a higher destiny awaits mankind than steamships and railcars can possibly supply-the perfection of the art of aerial travel.
At 3 0'clock 45 min. crossed a village and observed a railroad beneath,with lake Winnipiseogee to the east. This lake is full of islands, and the little steamboats were navigating through it, and it puzzled me for some time to find the narrow passage where they got through from the lower to the upper portion of it. The whole length of the lake did not appear over 300 yards, I rose considerably here, by which I reached the upper current of wind, and thus made a detour along the southern border of the lake. A very handsome bouquet of flowers was presented me by a lady when I started from Bradford, and upon getting up to my former altitude,it gave out for the second time a fragrance so sweet and strong that I became satisfied some peculiar atmospheric phenomenon was going on in the distillation of essential odors, as there was also at the same time a pungently stinging sensation produced on my hands and face,probably superinduced by the discharge of hydrogen from the safety-valve of the balloon.
The scenery beneath and around had now become so interesting that I laid down my notebook,determined that I would no longer,for even a moment,be deprived of seeing any portion of it,inasmuch as I was gliding over the country so rapidly. Villages innumerable encompassed me on all sides;in some of them the church bells were rung as I passed along, and all around the villagers saluted the arrival of Young America by the firing of guns,and earnest invitations to flight. Over some localities I was enabled to keep up a running conversation, and over others could not; but I noticed that where it could be done the echo of my own voice was always very distinct in its returning sounds.
At 4 o'clock 50 minutes my note book says: "Crossed a volcanic crater". It was so noted because the geological appearance of it looked like pictures drawn by eye witnesses of extinct volcanoes. The exposed upheaved rocks around [[?]] top seemed as regularly broken up as would [[?]] the explosion of a mine with gunpowder. The [[mineralogical]] character of the rocks was not [[discernable]] from that height. There were many objects passed over that I could find no explanations for-several square enclosures,with no [[habitations]] near them,seemed strangely isolated on the mountain encompassed vallies.
At 5 o'clock I came down low enough to [[converse]]with the villagers and country people as I hailed along, and this I was enabled to do with those several miles from either side of the balloon's track. All animated nature was aroused below. Girls and boys were hallooing, the old folks were talking at the top of their voices,the dogs were barking,the cattle were lowering,the poultry were clamoring,guns were firing,village bells were ringing and locomotives were piping their echoes through the hills, and the whole [[?]] such a wild and enchanting drama that [[?]]no disposition to withdraw my attention