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He was thoroughly mad as he had several scratches and for some time was searching for broken bones.  We were late, of course, but that was not our only trouble.  The rage of the beautiful Mrs. Ferris was not a scheduled dramatic act and she told us with great flourish just what she thought about our neglect.  She had driven many miles in an effort to be on hand when we made a landing.  They had had punctures and blowouts and her chauffeur had other [[crossed-out]] mishaps [[crossed-out]] troubles in trying to follow us.

CAPTAIN MUELLER'S FORTUNATE ESCAPE
I received an offer to give a series of exhibitions at the Tournament of Roses Park at Pasadena during a week of sports sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce.  I accepted stipulating that Dick Ferris would enter his two balloons.  Although the weather was not good the aeronautic events of the week were a great success.  Dick had engaged Captain Augustus E. Mueller, who claimed to be an expert balloon pilot, and we made a number of trips, he on one day and I on the next.  On the last day of the tournament we had bad weather.  It was Mueller's day to make an ascent.  He was to take five passengers, all from Pasadena, three of whom were married.
Mueller started and in a very short time the balloon vanished in the clouds, drifting toward Mt. Lowe.  As [[crossed-out]] ? [[crossed-out]] we heard nothing from Mueller, searching parties were organized and sent up into the mountains to search for the lost party.  Every one was anxious about the safety of the group.  To make matters worse we received a report that snow was falling on the mountains and covering the peaks.  Nothing had been seen of the balloon and the prospect was beginning to be serious as the possibilities of disaster were great. 
I joined the expedition to go over the mountains on foot as we thought that Mueller had dropped behind the first range where