MY AIRSHIPS
that the long cylinder of the balloon was beginning to break. Then I was astonished and troubled. I wondered what I could do.
I could not think of anything to do. I might throw out ballast. That would cause the air-ship to rise, and the decreased pressure of the atmosphere would doubtless permit the expanding gas to straighten out the balloon again taut and strong. But I remembered that I must always come down again when all the danger would repeat itself, and worse even than before, from the more gas I should have lost. There was nothing to do but to go on down instantly.
I remember having the sure idea: "If that balloon cylinder doubles any more, the ropes by which I am suspended to it will work at different strengths and will begin to break one by one as I go down!"
For the moment I was sure that I was in the presence of death. Well, I will tell it frankly, my sentiment was almost entirely that of waiting and expectation.
"What is coming next?" I thought. "What am I going to see and know in a few minutes? Whom shall I see after I am dead?"
The thought that I should be meeting my father
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