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getting an early morning breakfast in New York, going to Philadelphia by railroad, coming back almost to is home through the air, and arriving in
he city in time for dinner.

Late in the evening Mr. Hawley appeared, very much sunburned, but bubbling over with enthusiasm, at the rooms of the Aero Club of America, 12 East
Forty-second Street, where, at the earnest solicitation of the members he gave a graphic account of his journey.

"It was the snappiest, sportiest, and fastest trip I have ever made," he said.

I telephoned at 6 o'clock in the morning to have the balloon put in readiness or the ascent and took the first train out of the city.

"When I reached the gas works the wind was very light, but by noon it was 
lowing nearly thirty miles an hour, and was all the workmen could do to keep the inflated bag on the ground, even though held down with a hundred or more heavy sand bags. The wind had no terrors for Mr. Atherolt, although it was his first ascension and when we finally let her go, the balloon shot up in the air as straight as an arrow for 1,000 meters before it found a balancing air current and began to drift rapidly toward the
North.

"It was delightful up there, and as we sailed over Trenton we could see the houses, the Delaware River, and the entire landscape below us spread out like a magnificent panorama.

"Just at this time we came close to an enormous white cloud, and the sun shining through it silhouetted our balloon on the big cloud bank in sharp outlines. It was a beautiful picture, and I have never seen anything like it before. The wind then swerved a trifle to the east and carried us toward the sea, but just before reaching Matawan we made another big ascent, attaining our highest altitude of 2,600 meters.

"Cold? Not a bit of it. The nearer we got to the sun the hotter it seemed to get, and I got as well sunburned as though I had spent a week at the seaside.

"When we saw the broad waters of Raritan Bay ahead of us I remembered Leo Stevens's advice about coming down at the sight of water, although if we had gone on we would probably have passed it in safety and reached Coney Island. So I pulled a rip cord and let out a little gas, but as we were close to a house and a big grove of trees, I threw out a couple of bags of sand, which carried us over these obstructions out into an open field. When we finally did strike we discovered that we were in a muddy, marshy morass.

"The anchor didn't hold, and the wind dragged us through the mud and water and across a creek, soaking us to the skin and drenching everything we had in the basket. For some reason the rip cord didn't work well. It had been sewn too tightly, I think, but we finally managed to pull a hole in the balloon, letting out most of the gas, and then we stopped.

"In less than ten minutes nearly a hundred people were on the scene, as we were not far from the village, but they were on one side of the creek and we on the other. Some one got a cart and crossed over a short distance above. I found that in going through the creek the cord attached to the recording instruments showing the various heights we had reached had been lost, but a reward of [[cut off]] 5 for its recovery instituted a grand hunt for it by all the youngsters, and it was at last recovered, covered with mud, but still legible."

Mr. Hawley said the spectators helped him pack up the balloon, bundled it into [[cut off]] cart and drove the aeronauts to the Matawan railroad station. Mr. Atherolt returned to Philadelphia, and the balloon was sent there by express.

The balloon used was the Initial, of [[cut off]] 5,000 cubic feet capacity, which is owned by A. N. Chandler, President of the Aero Club of Philadelphia.