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N. J., and 
[[had?]] to scramble from the
water, losing the records that had been
made while the baloon [[balloon]] was flying in the clouds at a speed believed to have been faster than an express train.
Plaything of Fierce Winds.
The aeronauts were in the heavens just ninety-three minutes, more than 
fifteen minutes being consumed in manoeuvring. First the balloon shot up in the air a distance of a mile, where it was caught by the air current and carried through the sky with the swiftness of a shooting star. In a bee line the balloon covered just sixty miles from the starting point, but it is estimated that it swerved on its course and that the distance covered was about eighty miles. 
This was Mr. Hawley's sixth balloon ascension, and it was the second for his companion. The Initial is an immense French balloon owned by A.M. Chandler. The bag holds 35,000 cubic feet of gas.
Apparently not the least unstrung after their nerve-racking ride, Mr. Hawley and Mr. Athenholt packed the balloon and shipped it to this city. They followed, and the last night dined at the Aero Club, No. 12 East Forty-second street. Like most amateur aeronauts, Mr. Hawley is an enthusiastic automobilist. In telling of his trip he said
Shot Up a Mile High.
"We made the ascension at Point Breeze, Philadelphia. The start did not seem very favorable.
"We finally got aboard and when up twenty feet I told the starter to cut the rope. We shot straight up for about a mile. At this height one usually experiences an unpleasant buzzing in the ears, but for the first time I did not have the sensation. 
"When we had been in the air about five minutes we got our bearings and started off in a northerly direction. In about forty-five minutes we were sailing over Trenton and from there we drifted northeast to New Brunswick, which we reached about 1.50 o'clock.
"The wind at this time became very sharp, blowing about eighty-five miles an hour. It was driving us toward the coast. We debated whether we should keep at it and run the risk of being blown out to sea or make a descent. We decided on the landing. When we finally hit ground, and we were some time getting there, we struck about half a mile west of Matawar, N. J., at 2.10 P. M. 
Had to Dodge Buildings.
"Coming down we had to fight our way to clear trees and buildings, and to dodge some of the obstacles we had to dump out ballast at different times. In all we threw over about seventy-five pounds of sand. 
"When we got over the place at which we decided to land we saw there was a creek about six feet wide. We figured the water was three feet deep and we determined to dodge that creek at all hazards, but it got us good in the end.
I waited until we passed over the creek and threw out the anchor but the ground wasn't the right kind and the anchor didn't get a good hold. Gusts of wind caused us to zigzag back and forth over the creek. When I thought we were surely clear of it I opened the valve and we came down with a rush. The anchor had finally taken hold, but as we were descending a gust of wind upset my calculations and the basket, after bumping us about dumped use [[us]] very neatly into the water."