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of this safely. Several times during the black darkness of the night I had some doubts to the finish of the flight.

Gradually a grayness appeared and finally I could see objects floating on the water beneath us. Suddenly there was a peculiar noise from below but I could see nothing. The rope had [[strikethrough]]seamd be[[/strikethrough]] jerked, then a swish and a flop. We must have disturbed a very large fish and entangled the rope with it. The doctor had been taking a nap and was startled. I often wondered just what his thoughts were. Then, way off in the distance, I heard a rooster crowing. That was a very welcomes sound. He was doing his best and gradually he became more distinct. As daylight came I could dimly see through the mist and see the shore pass under us. Immediately I pulled the valve rope and we settled down and made a landing without difficulty. We then filled the basket with some rocks until it was firmly anchored to the ground. Then I gathered together the trail rope and anchor rope. We walked down the road to a house and inquired if we could get some breakfast. Not a word was spoken by either the man or his wife; they just stared at us. But they gave us a good breakfast of ham and eggs, wheat cakes and coffee and then filled our gallon bottle with milk. We thanked them and left a five dollar bill on the table.

When we returned to the balloon I stretched out the trail rope, hung the anchor on the basket, and prepared to weigh off. By this time the sun had commenced to shine and the wind to blow which made it difficult to rise without hitting some trees. We managed to skim just over the tops but suddenly the end of the trail rope became entangled with a limb of one of the threes and we stopped with a jerk. By quickly throwing overboard three sacks of sand we became very bouyant and the balloon