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Five weeks in a balloon

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Five weeks in a balloon
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Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
George Routledge and Sons
Charles Dickens and Evans
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“TIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.”



FIVE WEEKS In A BALLOON

BY

JULES VERNE

AUTHOR OF “THE ENGLISH AT THE NORTH POLE,” ‘‘ THE FIELD OF ICE,” BTC

LONDON AND NEW YORK
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
1876



CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS,
CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.



CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.

A Speech much applauded—Reception of Dr. Ferguson—Excelsior—Descrip-
tion of the Doctor—A Fatalist convinced—A Dinner at the “ Travellers’ ’”—
Toasts . . . . . . . . . . . : . e 7

CHAPTER II.

An Article in the Daily Telegraph—War of Scientific Journals—Mr. Peter-
mann supports his friend Ferguson—Professor Koner’s Reply—Bets—
Various Propositions made to the Doctor . “ . . 7 7 . 3

CHAPTER III.

The Doctor’s Friend—Their Friendship—Dick Kennedy in London—An unex-
pected but not a reassuring Proposition—Inconsolatory Proverb—Some
Names in African Martyrology—Advantages of a Balloon—The Doctor’s
Secret . . ‘ si os 7 So el oe : . . . 6

CHAPTER IV.

African Exploration: Barth — Richardson—Overweg—Werne—Brun-Rollet—
Penney— Andrea Debono — Miani— Guillaume Lejean—Bruce—Krapf—
Rebmann—Maizan—Roscher—Burton and Speke : ‘i . 7 . 23

CHAPTER V.

Dreams of Kennedy—Articles and Pronouns in the Plural—Dick’s Insinuations
—The Map of Africa—What is between the Points of a Compass—Actual
Expeditious—Speke and Grant—Krapf, De Decken, Heuglin . A . 2

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CHAPTER VI.
A rare Servant—He perceives the Satellites of Jupiter—Dick and Joe do not
eee and Credence—Weighing Joe—Wellington—Joe gets Half-a-
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CHAPTER VII.

Geometrical detail—The Balloon’s Capacity—The Double Balloon—The Enve-
lope—The Car—The Mysterious Apparatus—The Provisions—The Last
Addition, .« « . . se sie Sag ee -e » 36

CHAPTER VIII,

Usefulness of Joe—The Captain of the Resolute—Kennedy’s Arms—Arrange-
ments—The Farewell Dinker--Deparurs on Feb, 24th—The Doctor's
Lectures on Science—Duveyrier, Livingstone—Details of the Aérial
Journey—Kennedy silenced . . ee ee ee ee ee ee ee

CHAPTER IX.

Doubling the Cape—The Wit of the Forecastle—Lectures upon Cosmography
by Professor Joe—About guiding Balloons—On the Search for Atmospheric

Currents—“ Eureka” se gg

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CHAPTER X.

Preliminary Experiments—The Five Chests—The Blow pipe The mere tne
manner of Working—Success achieved . . ‘ F ss
CHAPTER XI.

Arrival at Zanzibar—The English Consul—Opposition of the Inhabitants—Isle
Koumbeni—The Rain-makers—Inflation of the Beloge Deer
Farewell—The “Victoria” . : . . . . . é

CHAPTER XII.

Crossing the Straits—The Mrima—Proposals of Dick and Joe—Recipe for
Coffee—Uzarmo—The unfortunate Maizan—Mount Duthumi—The Doctor’s
Maps—Night upon a Nopal . * é 3 . 7 : . . .

CHAPTER XIII.

Change of Weather—Kennedy’s Fever—Medicine of Dr. Ferguson—Travelling
by Land—The Basin of the Imengé—Mount Rubeho, Six Thousand Feet
High—A Day's Halt . . < . . .

CHAPTER XIV.

Forest of Gum-trees—The Blue Antelope—The Signal for Return—An unex-
pected Assault—The Kanyenye—A Night in the Open Air—The Mabun-
guru—Jihoue-la-Mkoa—Supply of Water—Arrival at Kazeh 2,

CHAPTER XV.

Kazeh—The Market—Appearance of the “‘ Victoria””—The Waganga—The Sons
of the Moon—The Doctor’s Expedition—Population—The Royal ‘‘Tembé”
—The Sultan’s Wives—A Royal Drunkard—Joe worshipped—How they
Dance in the Moone Chagee, Divine Greatness. 5 .

CHAPTER XV

Symptoms of a Storm—The Country of the Moon—The Future of Africa—The
last Machine of all—View of the Country at Sunset—Flora and Fauna—
The Storm—tThe fiery Zone—Starlight . " a ‘

CHAPTER XVII.

The Mountains of the Moon—An Ocean of Verdure—The Anchor cast out—
The Elephant harnessed—A quick Volley—Death of the eepoante ne
Field-oven—Dinner on the Grass—Night on the Ground. .

CHAPTER XVIII. |

The Karagwah—Lake Ukéréoné—A Night on an Island—The Equator—
Crossing the Lake—The Waterfalls—View of the Country—The Sources of
the Nile—Isle Benen PiEnatute of Andrea Debono—The Royal erangard
of Engiand . . . s . . . . . .

CHAPTER “XIX.

The Nile—The ‘‘ Trembling Mountain” ’—Souvenir of the Country—Arab Tales
—Nyam Nyam—Joe’s Reflections—T' re ee Zigzags—Balloon
Ascents—Madame Blanchard. : 7 .

CHAPTER XX.

The Celestial ‘Bottle—Fig Palms—Mammoth Trees—The War Tree—The
Winged teen Niet 2 of the Lees Manette nteevention: from the
Clouds... . ‘ . | %

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Strange Noises—A Night Attack—Kennedy-and Joe inthe fea Shots—
“Help! help!”—The Plan of Rescue . Ake OS

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CHAPTER XXII PAGE

The Flame of Light—The Missionary—The Rescue—The Priest—Little Hops
The Doctor’s Care—A Life of Self-denial—Passing a Volcano. .

CHAPTER XXIII.

Anger of Joe—A good Man’s Death—Watching the Body—Sterility of the
Land—The Interment—The Blocks of Quartz—Joe’s Delusions Ere niols
Ballast—Discovery of Gold Mountains—Joe’s Despair . 3 7 7

CHAPTER XXIV.

No Wind—The Desert—Diminution of the Water Supply—Equatorial Night—
Uneasiness of Ferguson —The Situation—Determined Conduct of Jee and
Kennedy—Another Night . . . z . . * .

CHAPTER XXY.

Philosophy—A Cloud—In the Midst of a Fog—The unexpected Balloon—The
Signals—Counterpart of the “ Victoria” —The Palms—Traces of a Caravan—
The Well in the Desert . . . . . . . : . . .

CHAPTER XXVI.

One Hundred and Thirteen Degrees—The Doctor's Reflections—A Despairing
Search—The Blow-pipe extinguished—One Hundred and Twenty-five
Degrees—The View of the Desert—A Night Walk—Solitude—Weakness
—Joe’s Suggestion—He waits another Day ‘ .

CHAPTER XXVII.

Fearful Heat—Delusions—The 'Last Drops of Water—A Night of Despair—
Attempting Suicide—The Simoon—The Oasis—Lion and Lioness. .

. . . .

CHAPTER XXVIII.

A charming Evening—Joe’s Cookery—Conversation about Raw Meat—History
of James Bruce—The Bivouac—Joe’s Dreams—The Barometer Falls and
Rises—Preparations for Departure—The Hurricane . . .

CHAPTER XXIX.

Traces of Cultivation—Fantastic Idea of a French’Author—Splendid Country—
The Kingdom of Adamova—Explorations of Speke and Burton, united to
Barth’s—Mount Atlantika—River ERROR sane Town of Yola—Bagelé—
Mount Mendip . ‘ A . . .

CHAPTER XXX.

Mosfeia—The Sheik—Denham, Clapperton, Oudney, Vogel—The Capital of
Loggoum—Toole—Calm—The Governor of Kernak and Court—The
Attack—The Incendiary Pigeons . et aa Ce Ee Eh +

CHAPTER XXXI.
Departure at Night—All Three—Instincts of Kennedy—Precautions—The Court
of Shari—Lake Tchad—The Water—The Hippopotamus—A lost Bullet .
CHAPTER XXXII.

The Capital of Bournou—The Isles of the Biddiomahs—The Gyr-falcons—The
Doctor’s Uneasiness—His Precautions—An Attack in Mid-air—The Enve-
lope torn—The Fall—Sublime Devotion—The North Side of the Lake .

CHAPTER XXXIII.

Conjectures—Re-establishment of the Equilibrium of the ‘ Victoria”—New
Calculations of Dr, Ferguson—Kennedy’s Sporting—Complete Exploration
of Lake ‘Tchad—Tangalia—Return—Lari , . . ‘

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6 CONTENTS.

CHAPTER XXXIV. PAGE

The Pianeta Departure—Loss of an Anchor—Sad_ Reflections—
Resolution taken—The Sand-storm—The Buried Caravan—Variable Winds
—Return to the South—Kennedy on the Watch . . . 7 . .

CHAPTER XXXYV.

History of Joe—The Isle of Biddiomahs—Adoration—The Island engulphed—
The Borders of the Lake—The Serpents’ Tree—Travelling on Foot—Priva-
tions—Mosquitos and Ants—Hunger—Passing of the “‘ Victoria”—It dis-
appears—Despair—The Marsh—A Last Appeal . . . . * .

CHAPTER XXXVI.

A Troop in Sight—Arabs—The Pursuit—’Tis He—Fall of the Horse—The
Strangled Arab—A Bullet from Kennedy—Manceuvring—Taken up
Flying—Joe Saved. . . . . 7 . . . . . .

CHAPTER XXXVII.

The Route to the West—Joe wakes—His Obstinacy—End of Joe’s Adven-
tures—Tagelel—Kennedy uneasy—Route to the ae et near
Aghadés . ‘ . . . < < . . . .

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

Rapid Travelling—Prudent Resolutions—Caravans—Continual Rain—Gas—
The Niger — Golberry — Geoffrey — Gray — Mungo Park — Laing—René
Caillé—Clapper' ton—John nd Richard Lander . . . ‘ . .

CHAPTER XXXIX.

The Country within the Bend of the Niger—Curious Appearance of Mount
Boe eee eee rae of Dr, Barth—RKuin—Where Heaven
pleases . . a. ye hse a See eh A ae te ie ce

CHAPTER XL.
Uneasiness of Ferguson—Still to the South—A Cloud of Locusts—View oF
Jeuné—View of Sego—Change of Wind—Joe’s Regrets ‘ A “
CHAPTER XLI.

The Approaches to the Senegal—The “ Victoria” falls by Degrees—Everything
thrown out—The Marabout—Al Hadji—Pascal, Vincent, Lambert—A
Rival of Mahomet—High Mountains—Kennedy’s ‘Rifles—Joe’ 'S Monee wae,
—Hialt over a Forest . é . . : . . . . .

CHAPTER XLII.

A Generous Dispute—A Last Sacrifice—The Dilating Apparatus—Joe’s Skill—
Midnight—'The Doctor on Guard—Kennedy’s Watch—He Sleeps—Fire !—
The Cries—Out of Reach. oh ey uke oe 7 8 ee :

CHAPTER XLIII.

The Talibas—The Pursuit—A Wasted Country—Moderate Breezes—The
“‘Victoria;’ falls—The Last Provisions—The Bounds of the “‘ Victoria” —The
Defence—The Wind freshens—The River mene pee Cataracts of the

Gouina—Hot Air—Crossing the River . 7 . . : . ats

CHAPTER XLIV.

Conclusion—The Official Report—The French Colony—Médine—The Basilisk
—St. Louis—The British Frigate—Return to London . o. & .

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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.



CHAPTER I.

A Speech much applauded—Reception of Dr. Ferguson—‘“ Excelsior ”
—Reception of the Doctor—A Fatalist convinced—A Dinner at

the ‘ Travellers’”’—Toasts.

On the 14th of January, 1862, there was a very large attend-
ance of the members of the Royal Geographical Society of
London, 3, Waterloo Place. The President, Sir Francis
M——, made an important communication to his col-
leagues in a speech frequently interrupted by applause.
This rare specimen of oratory ended at length with some
grandiloquent phrases, in which patriotism was displayed
in well-rounded sentences, thus :

“England has always appeared at the head of all
other nations in the way of geographical discovery. (Hear,
hear.) Doctor Samuel Ferguson, one of her glorious
children, will not disgrace the land of his birth. (No, no.)
If his attempt succeed (It will, it will!) it will bind to-
gether in a complete form the isolated: maps of the African
continent. If it fail (Never, never!) it will remain at least
on record as one of the boldest conceptions of the human
mind.” (Loud applause.)

“Hurrah, hurrah!” shouted the assembly, quite elec-
trified by these stirring words.

“ Ffurrah for the undaunted Ferguson!” cried one of the
members, more enthusiastic than the rest.

The enthusiasm then rose toa high pitch, The name



8 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

of Ferguson was in every mouth, and there is no reason to
believe that it lost anything in its emancipation from the
British throat. The whole assembly was in a ferment.

Yet there were present in that assembly a number of
old worn-out individuals: bold travellers, whose wandering
disposition had led them to all parts of the world. All of
them, more or less, either physically or morally, had escaped
shipwreck, fire, the tomahawk of the Indian, the club of the
savage, the stake, or Polynesian cannibals. But nothing
could still the throbbing of their breasts during Sir F. M.’s
speech ; it was without doubt the greatest oratorical success
of the Royal Geographical Society within the memory of
man.

But in England, enthusiasm is not by any means con-
fined to words. It can produce money more quickly than
the machinery of the Royal Mint. A sum of £2,500 was
immediately voted and placed at Doctor Ferguson’s dis-
posal. The subscription was in proportion to the import-
ance of the undertaking.

One of the members of the Society asked the President
whether Doctor Ferguson might not be officially presented.

“The doctor waits the pleasure of the meeting,”
replied Sir Francis M :

“Let him come in!” they cried; “admit him! It is
right that we should become acquainted with a man of such
extraordinary daring.”

“ Perhaps,” said an old apoplectic commodore, “ this
incredible suggestion is nothing but a hoax after all.”

“T do not suppose that there is any such person,” said
a malicious member.

“We must invent him then,” replied a joking associate.

“ Request Doctor Ferguson to be good enough to come
in,” said Sir Francis M , quietly.

The doctor accordingly made his appearance, and was
greeted with thunders of applause. He did not, however,
appear to be in the least elated by his reception. He was
a man of about forty years of age, of no remarkable exterior.
His sanguine temperament displayed itself in the ruddiness
of his complexion. His face was impassive, with regular
features and a prominent nose. This was like the prow of







FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 9

a vessel—the nose of a man destined for discovery. His
eyes were soft, and, being more intelligent than bold, im-
parted a great charm to his face. His arms were long, and
his feet were planted upon the floor with the firmness of a
practised pedestrian.

A certain quiet self-possession pervaded the doctor’s
whole appearance, and no one could believe him capable
of the most innocent hoax.

The shouts and plaudits never for one moment ceased
until Doctor Ferguson intimated his desire for silence by
a gesture. He advanced towards the arm-chair prepared
for his reception, then, standing perfectly upright, with a
determined expression of countenance he pointed the
forefinger of his left hand towards the ceiling, and uttered
the word “ Excelsior !”

Never had an unexpected popular measure of Messrs.
Cobden or Bright—never had a demand by Lord Palmerston
for an extra vote to arm the English coast defences met
with equal success. The doctor was at once sublime,
powerful, unassuming, and prudent. He had struck the
key-note of the situation.

“ Excelsior !”

The old commodore, completely “brought up in the
wind” by this extraordinary man, moved that the entire
speech of Doctor Ferguson be entered in the Proceedings
of the Royal Geographical Society.

Now, who was this Doctor Ferguson, and to what enter-
prise was he about to devote himself?

The father of Ferguson was a captain in the English
merchant service, and had accustomed his son, from his
earliest years, to the dangers and risks of his own profession.
The brave lad, who knew not what fear meant, soon dis-
played an adventurous spirit and desire for information, and
a remarkable predilection for scientific research. He also
showed a wonderful aptitude for getting out of scrapes, and
he was never embarrassed, not even when using a fork for
the first time, in which attempt children are not generally
successful.

As he grew older, his imagination became stimulated by
tales of hairbreadth escapes and records of maritime dis-



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covery. He followed diligently the routes of those travellers
who made the first part of the nineteenth century famous in
history.. He longed for the glories of Mungo Park, of
Bruce, Caillé, and Levaillant, and even of Selkirk and
Robinson Crusoe, which were to him in no way inferior.
How many happy hours had he passed in the Island of
Juan Fernandez? He sometimes approved of the ideas
of the shipwrecked sailor, sometimes he discussed the pro-
priety of his plans and projects. He would himself have
acted differently, to better effect perhaps, or at least as well,
at any rate.

However, one thing was certain: he would never
have: quitted that pleasant island, where he would have
been as happy as a king without subjects—no, not if they
had offered to make him First Lord of the Admiralty !

I leave my readers to judge how these tendencies
developed themselves during the adventurous days passed
in all quarters of the globe. His father, an educated man,
did not fail to further consolidate this quickness of intel-
ligence by some serious study—hydrography, physics, and
mechanics, with a trifle of botany, medicine, and astronomy
thrown in. At the death of the worthy captain, Samuel
Ferguson, then twenty-two years old, had already been
round the world. He joined a regiment of Bengal En-
gineers, and distinguished himself on several occasions.
But a soldier’s life did not suit him. He did not like his
commanding officer, and obedience was irksome, so he
obtained his discharge, and, sometimes hunting, sometimes
botanising, he made his way towards the North of India,
and crossed it from Calcutta to Surat. Just a pleasant
walk—nothing more.

From Surat he went to Australia, and in 1845 took part
in Captain Sturt’s expedition to discover that Caspian Sea
which is supposed to exist in the interior of New Holland.

In 1850 Samuel Ferguson returned to England, and
more than ever possessed by the desire of discovery, in
1853 he accompanied Captain M‘Clure in the expedition
that traversed the American Continent from Behring’s Straits
to Cape Farewell.

Despite hardships and change of climate, Ferguson’s



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. It

constitution remained unimpaired. He lived at ease in
the midst of the greatest privations. He was the type of
a perfect traveller, whose appetite can be controlled at
will, whose limbs can adapt themselves equally to a bed
whether it be long or short, who can sleep at any hour of
the day, and awake at any hour of the night.

So there was nothing very astonishing in: finding our
indefatigable traveller engaged, during the years 1855 to
1857, in exploring the west of Thibet, in company with the
brothers Schlagintweit, whence he brought back many
curious ethnographical records.

During these several expeditions Samuel Ferguson was
the most active and interesting correspondent of the Daz/y
Telegraph, a penny journal, whose circulation is 140,000
copies a day, and scarcely suffices for millions of readers.
Thus the doctor was very well known, although he was not
a member of any scientific institution, neither of the Royal
Geographical Society of London, Paris, Berlin, Vienna, or
St. Petersburg; nor of the Travellers’ Club; nor even of
the Polytechnic Institution, presided over by his friend
Kockburn, the statistician. This gentleman proposed to
him one day the following problem, with the intention to
pay him a compliment: ‘Given the number of miles tra-
versed by the doctor round the world, how much farther
had the head moved than the feet in consequence of the
difference in the length of radii.” But Ferguson kept aloof
from such learned people, and being rather of the acting
and not of the talking disposition, he found his time better
employed in exploration than in argument, in discovery
rather than discussion.

It has been related that an Englishman came to Geneva
with the intention to view the Lake. He got into one of
those old carriages in which people sit at the sides like in
an omnibus. Now it happened that this Englishman was
seated with his back to the Lake. ‘The carriage peacefully
accomplished its round without his ever turning his head ;
and he returned home, charmed with the Lake of Geneva!

But Doctor Ferguson Aad turned round, and more than
once during his travels, and to such purpose that he had
seen nearly everything. In this, as in other things, he



12 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

obeyed the dictates of his nature, and we have reason to
believe that he was somewhat of a fatalist, but of a very
orthodox pattern, relying upon himself as well as upon
Providence. He used to say that he was impelled rather
than attracted to his expeditions, and ran about the world
something like a locomotive which does not direct its own
course, but is directed by the route it follows.

“T do not pursue my way,” the doctor would remark ;
“my way pursues me.”

It is not astonishing, therefore, that he received the
plaudits of the Royal Society without any show of emotion.
He was superior to that, and being neither proud nor vain,
he perceived nothing extraordinary in the proposition he
had made to the President, and did not. appear to notice
the great effect he had produced.

After the meeting was dissolved the doctor was con-
ducted to the Travellers’ Club in Pall Mall, where a
splendid banquet was prepared in his honour, the dimen-
sions of the various dishes being proportionate to the
importance of the guest, and the sturgeon, which was a
prominent figure in this magnificent repast, was only three
inches shorter than Samuel Ferguson himself. .

Numerous toasts were proposed to the healths of those
celebrated travellers who had distinguished themselves on
the soil of Africa, and duly honoured. They drank to
their healths in alphabetical order. To Abbadie, Adams,
Adamson, Anderson, Arnaud, Baikie, Baldwin, Barth,
Batonder, Beke, Beltrame du Berba, Bimbachi, Bolognesi,
Bolwick, Bolzoni, Bonnemain, Brisson, Browne, Bruce, Brun-
Rollet, Burchell, Burckhardt, Burton, Caillaud, Caillé, Camp-
bell, Chapman, Clapperton, Clot-Bey, Colomieu, Courvall,
Cumming, Cuny, Debono, Dicken, Denham, Desavanchers,
Dicksen, Dickson, Dochard, Du Chaillu, Duncan, Durand,
Durouldé, Duveyrier, Erhard, d’Escayrac de Lauteur, Ferret,
Fresnel, Galinier, Galton, Geoffroy, Golberry, Halm, Hahn,
Harnier, Hecquart, Heuglin, Hornemann, Houghton, Imbert,
Kaufmann, Knoblecher, Krapf, Kummer, Lafargue, Laing,
Lajaillé, Lambert, Lamiral, Lampritre, John Lander,
Richard Lander, Lefebvre, Lejean, Levaillant, Livingstone,
Maccarthy, Maggiar, Maizan, Malzac, Moffat, Mollieu,



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Monteiro, Morrisson, Mungo Park, Nemians, Overweg,
Panet, Partarrieau, Pascal, Pearse, Peddie, Petherick,
Poncet, Prax, Raffenel, Rath, Rebman, Richardson, Riley,
Ritchie, Rochet d’Hérecourt, Rongawi, Roscher, Ruppel,
Saugnier, Speke, Steidner, Thibaud, Thompson, Thornton,
Toole, Tousny, Trotter, Tuckey, Tyrwitt, Vaudey, Veyssitre,
Vincent, Vinco, Vogel, Wahlberg, Warrington, Washington,
Werne, Wild, and lastly to Doctor Samuel Ferguson, who,
by his unheard-of project, was about to bind together the
works of all these travellers, and complete the series of
African discoveries.



CHAPTER II.

An Article in the Daily Telegraph—War of Scientific Journals—M,
Petermann supports his friend Ferguson—Professor Koner’s Reply
—Rets—Various Propositions made to the Doctor.

In its issue of the next day, the Daly Telegraph published
the following article :—

“ Africa is about to yield the secret of its vast solitudes
at last. A modern Cédipus will find the key to the problem
which the learned of sixteen centuries have not been able to
solve, Formerly, to seek the sources of the Nile—/fontes
ili querere—was regarded as the act of a madman; a
chimera, in fact.

“Doctor Barth, by following as far as Soudan the route
traversed by Denham and Clapperton ; Doctor Livingstone,
by extending his undaunted researches from the Cape of
Good Hope to the basin of the Zambezi; Burton and
Speke, by the discovery of the Great Inland Lakes, have
opened up three routes to modern civilisation. To the
point of intersection of these routes, no traveller has
hitherto been able to penetrate; it is in the very heart of
Africa. It is to that point {hat all our efforts should be
directed.

“The works of these hardy pioneers of science are now
about to be supplemented by the spirited attempt of Dr.
Samuel Ferguson, whose wonderful expeditions have so



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often been appreciated by our readers. This hardy explorer
proposes to cross the continent of Africa from east to west
in a balloon. If we have been correctly informed, the
point of departure of this extraordinary enterprise will be
the island of Zanzibar upon the eastern coast. Where the
point of arrival will prove to be—Heaven alone can tell!

“This exploit was yesterday proposed officially to the
members of the Royal Geographical Society, and a sum of
42,500 was voted to defray the expenses of the expedition.
We will keep our readers duly informed upon the various
events in connection with the projected enterprise, which is
without precedent in geographical annals.”

This article, as was intended, had an enormous circula-
tion. It first aroused a tempest of incredulity, and Doctor
Ferguson was looked upon as a visionary, an invention of
Barnum, who, having exhausted the United States, was
about to do the British Isles !

A quizzical notice appeared in Geneva in the. February
number of the “ Proceedings of the Geographical Society,”
which gently rallied the Royal Society-in London, the
Travellers’ Club, and the wonderful sturgeon. But Mr.
Petermann, in his “Mitheilungen,” published in Gotha,
shut up the Geneva paper completely, Mr. Petermann
was acquainted with Dr. Ferguson, and bore testimony to
the hardihood of his (Petermann’s) courageous friend.

Soon, however, doubt was no longer possible. Pre-
parations for the expedition were being made in London.
Firms at Lyons had received orders for striped taffetas for
the balloon, and the English Government had placed a
transport, the Aeso/ute, commanded by Captain Penney, at
the disposal of Dr. Ferguson. Encouragement and good
wishes were showered from all sides. The details of the
enterprise appeared in the “Transactions” of the Geo-
graphical Society of Paris. A very remarkable article was
published in the “ Nouvelles Annales des Voyages de la
Géographie, de Histoire, et de ?Archéologie,” by M. V. A.
Malte-Brun. “ Zeitschrift fiir Allegemaine Erdkunde,” by Dr. W. Koner,
demonstrating the possibility of the journey, its chances of
success, the nature of the obstacles to be encountered, and



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the immense advantages of locomotion by means of balloons.
He found fault only with the place of departure, and hinted
that Masuah, a small port of Abyssinia, whence James Bruce
started in his search for the sources of the Nile, would be
preferable. In all other respects, he applauded unreservedly
the wonderful energy of Dr. Ferguson, and the stout brain
and heart that could conceive and execute such an
enterprise.

’ The “North American Review” was rather annoyed
that so much honour was likely to fall to the lot of a
“ Britisher.” It accordingly ridiculed the whole proceeding,
and suggested that the doctor should go over to America
while he was about it.

In fact, not to go further into detail, there was not a
scientific periodical, from the “ Journal of the Church Mis-
sionary Society,” to the “ Algerine and Colonial Review ;”
from the “ Annals of the Society for the Propagation of the
Gospel,” to the “ Church Mission Intelligencer,” which did
not discuss the subject in all its bearings. Some con-
siderable bets were made in London, and in England
generally.

1. Upon the actual existence of Dr. Ferguson.
2, Upon the journey itself, which some said would never be
entered upon, some declaring the contrary,

3. Whether it would succeed or fail.
4. On the probabilities of the Doctor’s return,

Immense sums were betted on those issues, as freely as at
Epsom Races.

Thus believers, sceptics, the ignorant, and the learned,
all had their attention fixed on the doctor. He was the
lion of the day, without his even suspecting that he carried
amane. He willingly gave information respecting the expe-
dition. He was easily accessible, and the most unaffected
man in the world. Many a bold adventurer called upon
him with the object of being permitted to share the glory
and perils of the undertaking, but the doctor always de-
clined, without giving any reason for his refusal. Many
patentees came to him to propose their plans to direct the
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those who inquired whether he had discovered anything of
that nature for himself, he refused explanation, and turned
to the completion of his arrangements with greater diligence
than ever.



CHAPTER III.

The Doctor’s Friend—Their Friendship—Dick Kennedy in London—
An unexpected, but not a reassuring Proposition—Inconsolatory
Proverb—Some Names in African Martyrology—Advantages of a
Balloon—The Doctor’s Secret.

Doctor FEercuson possessed a friend. Not another self,
an alter ego—friendship cannot exist between two people of
like disposition. But if Dick Kennedy and Samuel Fer-
guson possessed different qualities, tastes, and tempera-
ments, they possessed the same heart, and that did not
embarrass them in the least. Quite the contrary !

Dick Kennedy was a Scotchman, in the true accepta-
tion of the term. He was honest, resolute, and obstinate.
He lived at Leith, a suburb of “ Auld Reekie.” He was
something of a fisherman, but above all and everything an
indefatigable sportsman, which was the less astonishing in a
Scot somewhat accustomed to roam the Highlands.

He was quoted as a wonderful shot with the rifle, for not
only could he split a bullet on the blade of a knife, but
could divide it into two such equal parts that, when weighed,
there was no perceptible difference between them.

In appearance Kennedy resembled Halbert Glendin-
ning, as pictured by Walter Scott in the “Monastery.” He
was more than six feet high, of graceful and easy bearing.
He appeared to be gifted with Herculean strength. His
face was bronzed by exposure to the sun, his eyes were
black and piercing. He possessed a naturally fearless tem-
perament, and, in fact, everything about him prepossessed
oné in his favour.

The two friends had become acquainted in India, where
they were serving in the same regiment. While Dick used
to hunt the tiger and the elephant, Samuel was occupied in
the pursuit of plants or insects. Each was an adept in his



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 17

own line, and many a rare plant became the prey of the
doctor, which cost as much to obtain as a pair of ivory
tusks. These young people had never any occasion to
save each other’s life, nor to render any service whatever
to each other. But a strong friendship existed between
them. Fate might part them perhaps, but Friendship would
always unite them again. Since their return to England
they had frequently been separated in consequence of the
long expeditions undertaken by the doctor, but upon his
return he never failed to spend some weeks with his friend
the Scotchman.

Dick talked of the past, Samuel prepared for the future.
The one looked ahead, the other looked back. Ferguson
was of a restless disposition, Kennedy was perfectly con-
tented. For two years after his travels in Thibet the doctor
did not speak of any new expeditions. Dick thought that
his friend’s taste for travelling, and his appetite for adven-
ture, had been satisfied. He was delighted. That kind of
thing is sure to end badly some day or other, he thought,
whatever experience one has had of people; one cannot
travel with impunity among cannibals and wild beasts.
Kennedy, therefore, begged Samuel to “ put the drag on” a
bit, he having already done quite enough for science, and
too much for human gratitude.

To this request the doctor made no reply, he remained
buried in thought. Then he went to work again at his
secret calculations, passing whole nights in working out his
figures, and experimentalising upon curious machines of
which no one knew anything. People, therefore, fancied
that he had conceived some very grand notion in his busy
brain.

“T wonder what he is thinking about,’ said Kennedy,
when his friend had left him and returned to London in
January.

He made the discovery one morning in the columns of
the Daily Telegraph.

“Good Heavens!” he cried, ‘the idiot to think of
crossing Africa in a balloon! This was all that was
necessary to complete his vagaries! That is, then, what he
has been thinking of these two years !”

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18 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

If the reader will kindly substitute for the foregoing
notes of exclamation certain hard blows of Kennedy’s fist
applied to his own head, he will have some slight idea of
the gentle exercise indulged in by Dick as he spoke.

-When his housekeeper, old Elspeth, gently suggested
that perhaps there might yet be nothing in it after all, he
cried, “Why, don’t you think I know the man? Is it not
he all over? Going to travel through the air, indeed!
He will be jealous of the eagles now! But, by Jove, this
shall not be if I can prevent it. If you only leave him to
himself, he will be setting off some ane morning up to the
moon |”

*% % _* * * *

The same evening, Kennedy, half angry, half uneasy,
took the train at the General Railway Station, and next
morning arrived in London.

Three-quarters of an hour afterwards a cab left him
at the door of the doctor’s house in Greek Street, Soho;
ascending the steps, he knocked loudly five times.

Ferguson himself opened the door.

“Why, Dick?” he exclaimed, apparently not much
surprised at his friend’s appearance.

“ Yes, Dick himself,” replied Kennedy,

“ My dear Dick, how is it that you are up in town when
the hunting is going on?”

“Ves, I am in London.”

“ And why have you come tp ?”

“To prevent a foolish action.”

“A foolish action ?” echoed the doctor. ‘

“Ts this true?” asked Kennedy, holding out the
article in the Daly Telegraph for his friend’s inspection.

“Ah! that is what you are driving at. How very
indiscreet these newspapers are. But take a chair, Dick,
old fellow.”

“No, I shan’t,” said Dick, “Then you are quite
determined to undertake this journey ?”

“Quite. My arrangements are being made, and
,|——”

“Your arrangements! I should like to knock your
arrangements to pieces,”



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 19

The worthy Scot was waxing very angry. “Calm
yourself, my dear Dick,” said the doctor. “I can under-
stand your irritation. You are vexed because I have not
sooner made you acquainted with my new plans.”

“ He talks of new projects, indeed.”

“T have been very busy,” continued Samuel, without
noticing the interruption ; “there has been so much to do.
But rest assured I should not have gone without writing to
you ”



“Ah! you are making a fool of me now.”

“Because I had intended to get you to accompany
me.”

The Scot gave a bound that would have done credit
to a chamois. “Ah, that, indeed,” said he; “then I
suppose you wish us both to be shut up in. Bedlam
together ?”

“T have positively counted upon you, my dear Dick,
and have chosen you to the exclusion of everybody else.”

Kennedy remained in a state of stupefaction.

“When you have listened to me for about ten minutes,”
continued the doctor, quietly, “you will thank me.” .

“ Are you serious ?”

“ Perfectly.”

“ And suppose I refuse to go with you?”

“ But you will not refuse.” —

“Yet if I do?”

“T shall go alone, that’s all.”

“Took here ; let us sit down,” said the Scot, “and talk
this business over calmly. If you are not joking, it is worth
our while to discuss it.”

“Well, then, let us discuss it at breakfast, if you have
no objection, my dear Dick.”

The two friends accordingly sat down, a great plate of
sandwiches, and an enormous teapot between them.

“ My dear Sam,” said the sportsman, “ your project is a
foolish one; it is impossible. There is nothing tangible
nor practicable in it.”

“We shall see after we have attempted it.”

“But that is the point. It is not necessary to try it
at all,”

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20 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“Why not, if you please?”

“Why, look at the dangers and obstacles of all kinds
involved in it.”

“Obstacles,” replied Ferguson, seriously, “are only
invented to be overcome; as for danger, who can ever
escape it? Life is made up of dangers. It is, perhaps,
very dangerous to sit down at this table, or to put on one’s
hat ; we must, however, look upon what is likely to happen
as having already happened, and see only the present in
the future; for the future is merely the present a little
farther off.”

“What !” cried Kennedy, shrugging his shoulders, “so
you are still a fatalist ?”

“ Always, but in the good sense of the term. We need
not, therefore, worry ourselves about the fate in store for
us ; let us not forget the proverb—

*¢¢¥fe that is born to be hanged will never be drowned.’”

There was obviously no direct reply to be made to this,
but that fact did not prevent Kennedy from producing a
series of arguments easy to imagine, but too long to repeat
here. ‘But, after all,” he said, after about an hour’s
discussion, ‘if you really must cross Africa, and if it is
necessary for your happiness to do so, why don’t you go by
the ordinary routes ?”

“Why?” replied the doctor with animation, “because
all such attempts have failed. Because since Mungo Park
was murdered on the Niger, till the time when Vogel
disappeared in the Wadai ; since Oudney died at Murmur,
Clapperton at Sackatou, to the time when Maizan was cut
to pieces ; from the period that Major Laing was killed by
the Touaregs to the massacre of Roscher in the beginning
of the year 1860, such a number of victims have had their
names written in the record of African martyrdom. Be-
cause, to fight against the elements, against hunger, thirst,
fever, and wild animals, and tribes even more ferocious, is
impossible. Because that which cannot be accomplished
one way must be accomplished in another. Finally, because
when one is unable to pass through a place, one must pass
either at the side of it or over it.”



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“Tf it were only a question of getting across,” replied
Kennedy; “ but to pass over the top——”

“Well,” said the doctor, with the greatest coolness,
“what have I to fear? You will confess that I have taken

recautions to guard against a fall from my balloon. If,

owever, such a thing did happen, I should only then be in
the normal condition of travellers ; but my balloon will not
fail me, so we need not speak of that, but, on the contrary,
we must consider that point.”

“Not so, my dear Dick ; I have quite made up my mind
not to part from it until we have reached the western coast
of Africa. With it everything is possible, without it I fall
into all the dangers and difficulties of former like expedi-
tions. With my balloon I need fear neither heat nor cold,
torrent nor tempest, a simoom nor unhealthy climates, wild
beasts nor men. If I feel too hot, I can ascend; if I feel
cold, I can come down again; is there a mountain, I can
pass over it; a precipice, I can clear it; a river, I can cross
it; a storm, I can go above it; a torrent, I can skim over
it like a bird; I can travel without fatigue; I can stop
without having need to repose ; I can overlook new cities ;
I can fly with the rapidity of a hurricane. Sometimes high
up in the air, sometimes within a few feet of the earth, and
the whole of Africa will be mapped out beneath my eyes in
the great atlas of the world.” ,

The brave Kennedy was impressed, notwithstanding
that the prospects spread before his mind’s eyes made him
feel somewhat giddy. He gazed at Samuel with admira-
tion, not unmixed with fear, and felt as if he were already
suspended in space.

“ Let us see about this, my dear Samuel. Have you dis-
covered any means to direct the balloon ?”

“Not one. It is an Utopian idea altogether.”

“But you will nevertheless go ?”

“Where Providence may will, but all the same from east
to west !”

“ Why so?”

“ Because I count upon the trade-winds to assist me;
their direction is invariable.”

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certainly—they might for once in a way—there is some-
thing e

“Tf there be something! No, my dear friend, there is
everything in it. The Government have placed a transport
at my disposal. It has also been agreed that three or four
vessels shall proceed to the western side about the antici-
pated time of my arrival there. In three months, at farthest,
I shall be at Zanzibar, where I shall set about the inflation
of my balloon, and we shall start from there.

“We!” exclaimed Dick.

“Have you then any objection to make? Speak,
friend Kennedy.”

“One objection! I have a thousand. But, between
ourselves, tell me if you count upon seeing the country ; if
you intend to ascend and descend at will, you must expend
a quantity of gas, and there are no other means of pro-
ceeding. It is this fact which has hitherto prevented any
long journeys through the air.”

“ My dear Dick, I shall only tell you one thing. I shall
not lose an atom of gas—not a particle.”

“ And you will descend when you please ?”

“TI will descend when I please.”

“ And how will you manage this ?”

“That is my secret, friend Richard. Have faith in
me, and my motto may be yours—‘ Excelsior !’”

“Agreed. ‘Excelsior’ be it,” replied the hunter, who
did not understand a word of Latin. But he made up his
mind to offer all the opposition in his power to the de-
parture of his friend. He pretended to be of his opinion,
and contented himself with watching. As for Samuel, he
went to inspect his preparations.



CHAPTER IV.

African Exploration — Barth—Richardson—Overweg—Werne—Brun-
Rollet—Penney—Andrea Debono — Miani—Guillaume Lejean —
Bruce — Krapf and Rebmann — Maizan—Roscher—Burton and
Speke.

Tue direction which Dr. Ferguson intended to follow in his
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 23

seriously considered his point of departure, and it was not
without reason that he had resolved to ascend from the
island of Zanzibar.

This island, situated close to the east coast of Africa, is
in the 6th degree of South latitude, or 430 geographical
miles below the equator.

The last expedition which went by way of the great
lakes to discover the source of the Nile started from
Zanzibar.

But perhaps it may be as well to mention what ex-
peditions Doctor Ferguson was hoping to connect together.
There were two principal ones—that of Doctor Barth in
1849, and that of Lieutenants Burton and Speke in 1858.

Doctor Barth was a native of Hamburg, who obtained
permission for himself and for his countryman, Overweg,
to join the English expedition under Richardson, who was
charged with a mission into the Soudan. This immense
district is situated between the 15th and roth degrees of
North latitude ; that is to say, that to arrive there it is neces-
sary to travel more than 1,500 miles into the interior of
Africa,

Up to the period mentioned the country was only
known from the expeditions of Denham, Clapperton, and
Oudney, between the years 1822 and 1824.

Richardson, Barth, and Overweg, desirous of pushing
their researches farther, went to Tunis and Tripoli, like
their predecessors, and penetrated to Mourzouk, the
capital of Fezzan. They then quitted the direct line of
march and made a detour to the west, towards Ghat,
guided, and not without difficulty, by the Touaregs. After
undergoing a thousand perils and attacks, their caravan
arrived, in October, at the great oasis of the Asben. Here
Doctor Barth separated himself from his companions and
made an excursion to the town of Aghades. Rejoining the
expedition, it marched again on the 12th December, and
having reached the province of Damaghou, the three tra-
vellers separated. Barth took the route to Kano, where
he eventually arrived in safety, thanks to his indomitable
patience and the payment of considerable tribute.

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24, LIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

the 7th of March, accompanied only by one servant. The
principal aim of his journey was to explore Lake Tchad,
from which he was distant 350 miles. He advanced, there-
fore, in an easterly direction, and reached Zouricolo, in the
Bornou, and which town is the capital of the great central
empire of Africa.

It was there that he heard of Richardson’s death,
caused by fatigue and privation. Passing on, he reached
Kouka, the capital of Bornou, situated on the Lake. At
length, after a further period of three weeks, on the 14th of
April, twelve months and a half after quitting Tripoli, he
arrived at the town of Ngornou.

We find him once more in company with Overweg,
starting on the 29th March, 1851, to visit the kingdom of
Adamaon, at the south side of the Lake. He succeeded in
reaching Yola, a little below the gth degree of North lati-
tude. That was the extreme southerly point reached by
this intrepid traveller.

In August he returned to Kouka, thence he reached in
succession Mandara, Berghimi, and Kanem, attaining his
eastern limit at. Mazena in 17° 20’ W. long.

In November, 1852, after the death of Overweg, his
latest companion, he plunged into the west, visited Sockoto,
crossed the Niger, and finally arrived at Timbuctoo, where
he was obliged to languish for eight tedious months, ex-
posed to incessant annoyance by the sheik, to ill-treatment,
and wretchedness. But the presence of a Christian in the
town could not be tolerated longer, and the Foullaunes
threatened to beset him.

So the doctor departed on the 17th March, 1854, and
sought refuge on the frontier, where he remained thirty-
three days in terrible destitution. He returned to Kano in
November, and thence to Kouka. MHere he struck the
former route of Denham, after four months’ detention.
About the end of the year 1855 he got back to Tripoli, and
reached London on the 6th September, the sole survivor
of his party. Such was the extraordinary journey of
Barth.

Doctor Ferguson had noted carefully that Barth did not
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Now let us see what Burton and Speke accomplished in
Eastern Africa.

The various expeditions which ascended the Nile were
all unable to reach its source, apparently shrouded in mystery.
According to the account of the German doctor, Ferdinand
Werne, the expedition projected in 1840, under the aus-
pices of Mehamet Ali, was stopped at Gondokoro between
the 4th and 5th parallels of N. lat.

In 1855 Brun-Rollet, a Savoyard, Sardinian consul in
the Soudan in the place of Vauday, who had been killed,
quitted Karthoum, and, in the disguise of a merchant
dealing in gum and ivory, he reached Belenia just beyond
4°, and returned to Karthoum sick. He died there in 1857.

Neither Doctor Beney, chief of the Egyptian Medical
Service, who, in a small steamer reached to one degree
below Gondokoro, and returned to die of exhaustion at
Karthoum ; nor the Venetian Miani, who, by avoiding the
cataracts below Gondokoro, touched the second parallel ;
nor the Maltese merchant, Andrea Debono, who pushed on
farther still, was able to pass that insurmountable barrier.

In 1859, M. Guillaume Lejean, sent out by the French
Government, reached Karthoum by way of the Red Sea,
and embarked on the Nile with a crew of twenty-one men and
twenty soldiers, but he could not get beyond Gondokoro,
and incurred the greatest danger from the negro tribes, then
in full revolt. The expedition under the direction of
M. Escayrac de Lauture made an equally vain attempt to
reach these famous sources.

That fatal barrier always stopped would-be explorers.
The people sent by Nero had in his time reached the gth
degree of latitude, so in 1800 years we have only gained
five or six degrees, or about 300 to 360 geographical
miles.

Many travellers have attempted to reach the sources of
the Nile from the west side of the continent. During
the years 1768-72, the Scotchman, Bruce, departing from
Masuah, a port of Abyssinia, sailed up the Tigris, visited
the ruins of Axum, actually beheld the sources of the Nile
where they did not exist, and returned without obtaining
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26 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

In 1844, Doctor Krapf, an Anglican missionary, esta-
blished a station at Monbez on the coast of Zanguebar, and
discovered, in company with the Reverend Mr. Rebmann,
two mountains at a distance of 300 miles from the coast.
These are Kilimandjaro and Kenia, that Heuglin and
Thornton ascended together.

In 1845, Maizan, a Frenchman, disembarked alone at
Bazamaye, opposite Zanzibar, and got as far as Deje la
Mhora, where he was put to death with cruel tortures.

In 1859, in the month of August, Roscher, of Hamburg,
a young traveller, set out with a caravan of Arab merchants,
and reached Lake Nyassa, where he was murdered in his
sleep.

Finally, in 1857, Lieutenants Burton and Speke, both
officers of the Bengal army, were dispatched by the Geo-
graphical Society of London, to explore the great African
Lakes. On the 17th of June they quitted Zanzibar, and
directed their course to-the west.

After four months of incredible suffering, their baggage
pillaged, their porters worn out and dispirited, they arrived
at Kazeh, the meeting centre tor merchants and caravans.
They were in the true land of the moon. There they
collected many valuable documents respecting the manners,
government, religion, and the fauna and flora of the
country.

Thence they journeyed towards the first of the great
lakes, Tanganayika, situated between the 3° and 8° of South
latitude. ‘They reached it on the 14th of February, 1858, and
made themselves acquainted with the various tribes along
its banks, who were chiefly cannibals. Leaving the lake on
the 2oth May, they re-entered Kazeh on the zoth June. Here
Burton, quite knocked up, remained ill for several months,
and during that time Speke travelled northwards more than
300 miles, as far as Lake Onkéreoné, which he sighted
on the 13th August, but could only see the opening of
it in 2° 30’ longitude. He then returned to Kazeh on the
25th, and with Burton retraced his steps to Zanzibar, which
they reached in March of the following year. These two
intrepid travellers then came back to England, and the Geo-
graphical Society of Parisbestowed upon them its annual prize,



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 27

Doctor Ferguson had also carefully noted that they had
-not passed either the 2° of South latitude nor the 29° longi-
tude East.

He therefore set himself to the task of joining the dis-
coveries of Burton and Speke to those of Doctor Barth, and
to pass over a tract of country extending to more than
twelve degrees.

CHAPTER V.

Dreams of Ketinedy—Articles and Pronouns in the Plural—Dick’s In-
sinuations—The Map of Africa—What is between the points of a
Compass—Actual Expeditions—Speke and Grant, Krapf, De
Decken, Heuglin.

Docror FEercuson kept pressing forward the preparations
for his departure ; he personally directed the construction of
his balloon, following out certain modifications, respecting
which he maintained an absolute silence.

For some time previously, he had been applying him-
self to the study of Arabic, and of various ators, and
thanks to his arrangement of the dialects, he made rapid
progress.

In the meantime, his friend never left him for a moment;
he was douhtless apprehensive that the doctor would take
flight, and he still brought to bear upon the subject his
most persuasive arguments, which had no effect whatever
upon Samuel Ferguson, who would endeavour to escape
under cover of the most moving entreaties, by which he
appeared little touched himself. Dick felt that he was
slipping through his fingers.

The unfortunate Scot was really to be pitied: he could
never think of the azure vault of Heaven without a. fit of
the “blues; ” he realised, when asleep, the giddy suspen-
sion, and every night he felt as if he were falling from an
immense height.

We ought to state that, while under these terrible night-
mares, he fell out of bed once or twice. His first notion
was to exhibit a great contusion on his head.

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28 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

at that, and only caused by a fall of three feet. Now, what
do you think?”

This insinuation, full of sadness though it was, had no
effect upon the doctor.

“We shall not fall out,” he said, slyly.

“ But suppose we do ?”

“We shall not, I tell you.”

This was decisive, and Kennedy had nothing to say.

What particularly aggravated Dick was that the doctor
appeared completely to ignore his (Dick’s) individuality, and
looked upon him as fated to become his aérial companion.
There was not a shadow of doubt about that.

Samuel was accustomed to make a shameful abuse of
the first person plural.

“We” go. “We” shall be ready, “We” shall leave.
And then the adjective (possessive)—‘ Our” balloon.
“Our” boat. “Our” undertaking. And again in the
plural—“ Our” preparations. “Our” discoveries. “ Our”
ascents.

Dick shuddered at all this, although determined not to
stir, but he did not wish to thwart his friend. Let us
confess, indeed, that, without saying anything about it, he
had caused some clothes and his best rifles to be forwarded
to him secretly from Edinburgh.

One day, having gone so far as to confess that, with
good luck, one might have a chance of success, he pre-
tended to agree with the doctor, but in order to delay the
journey, he quoted a number of the most wonderfully varied
and hairbreadth escapes. He fell back upon the use and
expediency of the journey. Was it really a necessity to
discover the sources of the Nile? Would their work really
prove of benefit to the human race? Suppose, after all,
the tribes of Africa should be civilised, how much better off
will they be then? Was it by any means certain, moreover,
that they were not already as civilised as Europe? Perhaps
so. And, in the first place, why couldn’t they wait a little
longer? Surely Africa could be ‘crossed one day in a less
dangerous fashion? Ina month, in six months, before the
year was out, some explorer would indubitably present
himself,



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 29

These insinuations produced an effect the very opposite
to the speaker’s wishes, and the doctor quivered with
impatience.

“Do you wish, then, you unhappy man, that this glory
shall be shared with some one else? Is it, then, necessary
to fib about it; to enlarge upon obstacles which are not
serious ; to repay, by cowardly hesitation, what has been
done for me by the Government and the Royal Society ?”

“ But,” replied Kennedy, who was very much addicted
to the use of this word.

“ But !” echoed the doctor, “do not you know that my
journey ought to contribute to the success of enterprises
already undertaken? Are you not aware that fresh expedi-
tions are advancing into the centre of Africa ?”

“ Still——”

“ Listen to me, Dick. Just look at this map.”

Dick regarded it with a resigned expression.

“ Follow up the course of the Nile ”

“T am following it,” replied the Scot resignedly.

“ Have you reached Gondokoro ?”

“T am there.” And Kennedy thought how easy it
would be to make a similar voyage—on a map.

“ Now,” said the doctor, “place one of the points upon
that town which the bravest travellers have with difficulty
passed.”

“T have fixed it.”

“And now look on the coast line for the island of
Zanzibar in the 6th degree of south latitude.”

“T have got it.”

“Follow now this parallel and you arrive at Kazet.”

“ All right.”

“ Now go up by the 33rd degree of longitude as far as
the commencement of Lake Onkéreoné, at the spot where
Lieutenant Speke halted.”

“Tam there. I shall be in the lake in a minute.”

“ Now do you know what is the natural: deduction from
the information gathered from the tribes on the borders. of
the lake i Pe

“T have not the faintest notion.”
“Tt is that this lake, whose lower end is in 2° 30’ lati-





30 FIVE WEERS IN A BALLOON.

tude, ought to extend equally two and a half degrees above
the equator.”

“ Really ?”

“Now, from this northern extremity runs a stream
which ought to flow into the Nile, if it be not the Nile
itself.”

“That is extremely interesting.”

“ Now place the other point of that compass on this
extremity of the lake.”

“Tt is done,” said Ferguson.

“How many degrees do you make it between the
points P”

“ Scarcely two.”

“ Do you know how far that is, Dick ?”

“ Haven't an idea !”

“Tt is but 120 miles ; a mere nothing.”

“ Well, scarcely nothing, Samuel.”

“ Now, do you know what is actually taking place at this
moment ?”

“No, upon my life, I don’t.

“ Well, the Geographical Society considers it very im-
portant that this lake, discovered by Speke, should be
explored. Under its direction, Lieutenant, now Captain,
Speke has joined with Captain Grant of the Indian Army ;
they have been put at the head of a numerous caravan,
and with ample funds. They have been commissioned to
go up the lake, and to return as far as Gondokoro. They
have been subsidised to the amount of £5,000, and the
Governor of the Cape has placed Hottentot soldiers under
their orders. They left Zanzibar at the end of October,
1860. During this time, John Petherick, H.M. Consul at
Karthoum, has received from the Foreign Office about
4700. He has orders to provide a steamer, and, with a
plentiful supply of provisions, to proceed to Gondokoro,
there to await the arrival of Captain Speke’s party, and to
assist them if necessary.”

“ That is a well-conceived plan,” said Kennedy.

“Vou can now perceive that we have no time to lose if
we would participate in this expedition. And that is not all;
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the Nile, other travellers are bravely penetrating into the
very heart of Africa.”

“On foot?” exclaimed Kennedy, incredulously.

“ Yes,” replied the doctor, without noticing the insinua-
tion. ‘Doctor Krapf proposes to push towards the west by
the Djob, a river below the Equator. Baron Decken has
left Monbaz, and revisited the mountains Kenia and Kili-
mandjaro, and is still advancing towards the interior.”

* Also on foot ?”

“ Either on foot or with mules.”

“All the same as far as I am concerned,” replied
Kennedy.

“Finally,” continued the doctor, “M. Heuglin, the
Austrian vice-consul at Karthoum, is about to organise a
very important expedition, of which the chief aim will be
the search for the explorer Vogel, who, in 1853, was sent
into the Soudan to join forces with Dr. Barth. In 1856 he
quitted Bornou, resolved to explore the unknown region
which extends between Lake Tchad and Darfour. Since
then he has not been heard of. Letters arrived in 1860 at
Alexandria stating that he had been assassinated by the
orders of the King of Wadai, but subsequent communica-
tions addressed by Dr. Hartmann to Vogel’s father, that,
according to the report of a fellatah of Bornou, Vogel was
only kept a prisoner at Wara; all hope, therefore, is not
lost. A committee has been formed under the presidency
of the Regent of Saxe-Coburg Gotha. My friend Peter-
mann is the secretary. A national subscription has been
set on foot to support the expedition, to which several
savants have already attached themselves. M. Heuglin left
Masuah in June, and while he searches for Vogel, he has
instructions to explore the country lying between the Nile
and Lake Tchad, that is to say, to connect the discoveries
of Speke and Barth, and then Africa will have been crossed
from east to west !”

“Well,” said the Scot, ‘as that is all so nicely arranged,
I don’t see what there is for us to do.”

Doctor Ferguson made no reply to this beyond a shrug
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32 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

CHAPTER VI.

A Rare Servant—He perceives the Satellites of Jupiter—Dick and Joe
do not agree—Doubt and Credence—Weighing—Joe Wellington
—Joe gets Half-a-Crown.

Doctor FErcuson had a man-servant, who rejoiced in the
name of Joe. An excellent fellow, entirely devoted to his
master, and serving him with a boundless attention. Some-
times he even anticipated his orders, and carried them out
with the greatest intelligence. Never grumbling, and always
in good humour, people said that, had he been made on
purpose, he could not have been better.

Ferguson placed himself in Joe’s hands entirely and
rightly. Rare and honest Joe! A servant who orders your
dinner exactly to your taste, who packs your portmanteau
and never forgets the shirts and socks, who keeps your keys
and. your secrets, and never gives up either.

But what a master the doctor was to Joe! With what
respect and confidence he welcomed his decisions! When
Ferguson had spoken, it would be folly to reply. All that
he thought was right ; everything he said was correct ; all
that he ordered to be done, feasible ; all he undertook was
possible ; all that he accomplished, magnificent! You
might have cut Joe in pieces, which would have been,
doubtless, very unpleasant, but he would not have changed
his opinion respecting his master. ‘Thus, when the doctor
broached the project of crossing Africa in a balloon, Joe
looked upon the feat as already accomplished; no obstacles
existed for him. As soon as the doctor had resolved to set
out, he would be there with his faithful servant of course;
for the brave lad, without. ever having mentioned the sub-
ject, knew very well that he would be of the party. He
would, besides, be able to render important service, in con-
sequence of his activity and intelligence. If it had been
necessary to appoint a professor of gymnastics to the
monkeys in the Zoological Gardens, who are pretty lively
now, Joe would certainly have obtained the situation. To
jump, climb, to impel himself through the air, to execute a
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. ~ 33

If Ferguson was the head and Kennedy the arm, Joe
was certainly the right hand. He had already travelled a
great deal with his master, and possessed some smattering
of science suitable to his position, but he distinguished
himself above all by a philosophic calmness, and a charming
talent for looking on the bright side. Everything to him
was easy, logical, and natural, and consequently he never
complained nor swore.

Besides these attributes he possessed a most astonishing
range of vision. He, equally with Moesthei, enjoyed the
curious faculty of being able to see the moons of Jupiter
with the naked eye, and to count the fourteen stars in the
Pleiades, which last are of the nineteenth magnitude. He
was not proud of this at all; on the contrary, he would
salute you respectfully, and, on occasion, he could make use
of his eyes to some purpose. :

With the confidence Joe displayed towards the doctor, it
is not astonishing that frequent discussions would arise
between Kennedy and the worthy domestic, with all due
regard to their relative positions.

One doubted, the other had faith; one represented a
clear-sighted prudence, the other, blind confidence. So the
doctor was situated between scepticism and belief, and, I
am bound to add, he paid no attention to either.

“Well, Mr. Kennedy,” said Joe.

“ Well, my lad.”

“ The time is approaching. It seems that we are about
to set off to the moon.”

“You mean the land of the moon, which is not quite so
far, but quite sufficiently dangerous; so be easy in your mind.”

“ Dangerous ! with a man like Doctor Ferguson ?”

“T do not wish to dissipate your delusions, my good
Joe, but his enterprise is simple madness. He will never
enter upon it.”

“Not go? Then you haven't seen the balloon in the
workshop of Messrs. Mitchell, in the Borough ?”

“T shall take very good care not to go to see it.”

“Then you will lose a splendid sight, sir. What a
beautiful thing it is; what a lovely shape, and what a
charming car! How jolly we shall all be in it !”

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34 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. .

“Then you have really made up your mind to accom-
pany your master ?”

“1!” replied Joe, decisively. “I would go wherever
he pleased. As if I should ever let him go alone when we
have been round the world together. Who would there be to
assist him when he was fatigued if I were not there ? Whose
strong hand to help him over a precipice? Who would
nurse him if he were to fall ill? No, Mr. Richard, Joe will
always be at his post beside the doctor, or rather, I should
say, all round him.”

“You are a brave fellow.”

“ Besides, you will come with us,” said Joe.

“Oh, of course,” said Kennedy, “ that is to say, I shall
accompany you with the view to stop you at the last
moment from putting such folly into execution. I will
follow the doctor as far as Zanzibar in the hope that he
may even then be dissuaded from his mad project.”

“ With all due respect to you, Mr. Kennedy, you will
not have the slightest effect. My master is not one of your
hair-brained sort, He has been pondering over this under-
taking for a long time, and once his resolution is taken, the
devil himself cannot compel him to change his mind.”

“That remains to be proved,” said Kennedy.

“ Don’t you flatter yourself with any such idea,” con-
tinued Joe. ‘ Besides, it is very important that you should
come too. A sportsman like yourself will be in his very
element in Africa. So you see for every reason you will
not regret your journey.”

“No, certainly. I shall not regret it if this idiotic
scheme can ever be carried out.”

“ By-the-by,” said Joe, “do you know that this is the
day to be weighed P”

“ What do you mean by weighed ?”

“Well, weighed—you and I and my master.”

“ What, like jockeys ?”

“ Ves, like jockeys, Only be assured you will not be
obliged to train if you are too stout. They will take you as
you are.”

“T shall certainly not allow myself to be weighed,” said
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 35

“But, sir, it is neceeay for the balloon that you
should.”

“ Well, the balloon must do without, that’s all.”

“Oh, very well, and if in consequence of wrong esti-
mates the balloon should not be able to take us——”

“ Oh, I don’t mean that, of course.”

“Well, shall we, Mr. Kennedy? My master will be
coming to look for us in a moment.”

‘“‘T shall not go,” said Kennedy.

“T am sure you would not wish to annoy him.”

“T cannot help that.”

“ Capital,” cried Joe, laughing; “you only say that
because he is not here, but when he comes in and says to
you, ‘ Dick,’ (begging your pardon, sir) ‘ Dick,’ I want. to
know exactly what you weigh,’ you will go, take my word
for it.”

“T tell you I shall wot.”

At this moment the doctor entered the study where this
conversation had been carried on. He looked toward’
Dick, who did not feel quite at his ease.

“ Dick,” said the doctor, “come with Joe, will you, I
want to ascertain what you two weigh.”

* But——” began Kennedy.

“You needn’t take off your hat—come along.”

And Kennedy went accordingly.

They presented themselves at the workshop of Messrs.
Mitchell, where a steel-yard had been got ready. It was
absolutely necessary that the doctor should know the
weight of his companions, so as to be able to ascettain the
floating power of his balloon. He requested Dick to get
upon the platform of the scales ; he did so without resisting,
but he muttered, “Very well, but this commits me to
nothing.”

“ One hundred and fifty-three pounds,” said the doctor,
writing the weight on his note-book.

‘Am I too heavy?” said Kennedy.

“Oh dear no, Mr. Kennedy,” said Joe; “ besides, I
am so light that it will equalise the matter.” —

As he said this, Joe took his place with alacrity on the
machine. He was very nearly upsetting the whole thing in

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36 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

his excitement, and he posed himself after the attitude of
the Duke of Wellington as Achilles in Hyde Park, and was
very grand even without the buckler. ‘One hundred and
twenty pounds,” wrote the doctor.

“ Ha, ha!” cried Joe, with a radiant satisfaction. Why
he smiled he never could have explained.

“ Now it is my turn,” said Ferguson ; and he entered
135 lbs. on his own account. ‘“ We three,” he added, “do
not weigh more than 400 lbs.”

“ But, sir,” said Joe, “if it were necessary I could starve
myself a little, and come down twenty pounds or so.”

“ There will be no necessity for that, my lad,” replied
the doctor ; ‘“‘ you may eat as much as you like, and here is
half-a-crown, so that you may indulge your tastes a little,”

CHAPTER VII.

Geometrical Detail—The Balloon’s Capacity—The Double Balloon—
The Envelope—The Car—The Mysterious Apparatus—The Pro-
visions—The Last Addition.

Docror FEercuson had been occupied for a long time
in the details of his expedition. One can quite understand
that the balloon, the wonderful vehicle destined to trans-
port him through the air, was the object of his unremitting
solicitude.

To begin with, and so as not to have the balloon too
large, he resolved to inflate it with hydrogen gas, which is
14% times lighter than the atmospheric air. This gas is
easily made, and by its use has been the means of obtain-
ing the best aérostatic observations.

The doctor, after careful calculation, found that, with the
indispensable articles of the journey, clothes, &c., it would
be necessary to carry a weight of 4,000 lbs. He must
therefore provide an ascensional power capable of lifting
this weight, and also ascertain what its capacity would be.

A weight of 4,000 lbs. is represented by a displacement
of 44,877 cubic feet of air; in other words, that amiount of
air weighs about 4,000 lbs.

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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 37

feet of air, and filling it, in lieu of air, with hydrogen gas
(which, being 1474 times lighter than air, would not weigh
more than 275 lbs.), there would remain a difference in
the equilibrium to the amount of 3,724 lbs. This is the
difference between the weight of the gas in the balloon and
the weight of the exterior air, which difference constitutes
the ascensional power of the balloon. ;

Now, if we were to introduce the said 44,877 cubic feet
of gas into the balloon it would be completely filled, and
that would never do, because the higher the balloon rises
into the atmosphere, the less dense is the air, and the gas
would very quickly burst the covering. So a balloon is
usually filled to the extent of two-thirds its capacity.

But the doctor, following out an idea of his own, resolved
to fill the balloon only half full, and, inasmuch as he was
obliged to carry 44,877 cubic feet of hydrogen, to make his
ballocn almost double the usual size.

He designed it of an elongated form, which appeared to
be the best. The horizontal diameter was fifty feet, the
vertical diameter seventy-five, He thus obtained a spheroid
capable of containing (in round numbers) 90,000 cubic feet
of gas.

If Dr. Ferguson had been able to make use of two
balloons, his chances of success would have been increased,
and if one happened to burst in the air, he could, by casting
out ballast, save himself by means of the other. But the
manceuvring of two balloons would have been very difficult
when it was necessary to preserve an equal ascending power
in both.

After much reflection, Ferguson, by an ingenious con-
trivance, united the utility of two balloons without their in-
convenience ; he constructed two of unequal size and
enclosed one within the other. The exterior balloon, in
which he adhered to the dimensions given above, contained
a smaller one of the same shape, only forty-five and sixty-
eight feet respectively, of horizontal and vertical diameter.
The capacity of this interior balloon then was only 67,000
cubic feet. It floated in the fluid surrounding it. A valve
opened from one balloon to the other, and admitted of com-
munication between them,



38 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

‘This arrangement had this advantage—viz., that if it were
at any time necessary to let the gas escape, it could be let off
from the larger balloon. Even if they were obliged to
empty it altogether, the smaller one would remain intact ;
they could then detach the exterior covering—a useless
drag on them—and the second balloon by itself would not
offer the same resistance to the wind as a partially-filled
balloon.

Furthermore, if by accident the outer balloon were
injured, the other would be intact. Both balloons were
made with striped taffetas from Lyons, coated with gutta-
percha. ‘This resinous-gummy substance is perfectly water-
proof, and is unaffected by acids or gas. The taffetas were
placed side by side double, stretching upwards to the top,
where almost all the weight was.

This envelope could retain the gas for an unlimited
period. It weighed half a pound to nine square feet. Now
as the surface of the exterior balloon was about 11,600
square feet, its envelope weighed 650lbs. The envelope
of the second balloon had a surface of 9,200 cubic feet, and
weighed only 510 lbs. ; altogether they weighed 1,160 lbs.

The netting to hold the car was made ot the strongest
hempen cord; the valves became objects of the most minute
care, as if they had been the rudder of a ship. The car
was of circular form, and fifteen feet in diameter, of osier,
strengthened by a light iron covering, and fastened to the
lower part by elastic springs, with a view to break the force
of concussion. Its weight, including the net, did not exceed
280 lbs.

The doctor caused to be made also four chests of sheet-
iron about one-eighth of an inch thick. These were joined
together by tubes furnished with taps. He added a coil
about two inches wide, which terminated in two straight
branches of unequal lengths, of which the greater was
twenty-five feet high, and the shorter fifteen feet only. The
chests were fitted into the car so as to occupy the least
possible space. The large tap, not easily fitted, was
packed separately, as well as a large galvanic battery. This
apparatus had been so ingeniously contrived that it only
weighed 700 Ibs., and contained as much as twenty-five
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 39

The instruments prepared for the journey were two
barometers, -two thermometers, two compasses, a sextant,
two chronometers, an artificial horizon, and an instrument
to take the levels of distant and inaccessible objects. He
had access to the Greenwich Observatory. He, however,
did not propose to make any experiments in physics, he
wished merely to become acquainted with his intended
route, and to determine the position of the principal rivers,
mountains, and towns.

He provided three grapnels of well-tested iron, also a
silken ladder, tough and tight, about fifty feet in length.

He also estimated the weight of his provisions; they
consisted of tea, coffee, biscuits, salt meat, and pemmican,
a preparation which, in a very small compass, contains a
great deal of nourishment. Besides a reserve of brandy, he
stowed away two tanks of water, containing about twenty-
two gallons each.

The consumption of these viands would, by degrees,
diminish the weight of the balloon. For it is very neces-
sary to know that in the air a balloon is sensible of the
least difference of weight. An almost inappreciable loss is
sufficient to make a considerable difference in displacement.

The doctor had not forgotten a tent, which could cover
up part of the car; neither rugs, which composed all their
bed-clothes during the journey ; nor the rifles and ammuni-
tion.

The following is the statement of his different calcula-
tions :—

Ferguson ... ss tue wey aes

T35 fos.
Kennedy ... ods te it
Joe... 5a one faa ¥20°:,;
Weight of first balloon ... is a 550 4,
Weight of second balloon ass ots 510 ,,
Car and netting »... 280 4,
Grapnels, instruments, guns, rg tent,
and various utensils ves 190 ,,
Meat, pemmican, biscuits, tea, coffee,
and brandy —... se ee See 386 ,,
Water Pre so ies bee eS 400 ,,
Clothing ... Si ove ae 7OO 4,
Weight of hydrogen ae oe ue 276 ,,
Ballast... ee ase a ers 200

Total see 4,000 lbs.



40 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

Such was the detail of the 4,000 lbs, that Doctor Fer-
guson proposed to raise. He only carried 200 lbs. of
ballast, “merely for a contingency,” said he, for, thanks
to his arrangements, he did not anticipate to be obliged
to use it,

CHAPTER VIII.

Usefulness of Joe—The Captain of the /esolute—Kennedy’s Arms—
Arrangements—The Farewell Dinner—Departure on Feb. 24th—
The Doctor’s Lectures on Science—Duveyrier, Livingstone —
Details of Aérial Journey—Kennedy silenced.

Asout the 1oth of February the preparations were near
completion ; the balloons, enclosed one within the other,
were entirely finished; they had been subjected to a tre-
mendous pressure, and this “ proving” raised high opinions
as to their powers of endurance, and bore witness to the care
brought to bear upon their construction.

Joe was beside himself with joy ; he was perpetually
moving between Greek Street and the workshop of the
Messrs. Mitchell—always busy, but always in good spirits ;
volunteering information on all sides, delighted above all
things to accompany his master. I am of opinion that, to
show the balloon, to explain the doctor’s ideas, even to let
him be seen at a window or during his walk through the
streets, gained this worthy lad many a half-crown. He did
not intend this altogether, but he certainly had the right to
profit a little by the admiration and curiosity of his con-
temporaries.

On the 16th February the Meso/ute cast anchor at Green-
wich. She was a screw steamer of 800 tons, a fast sailer, and
had been commissioned to revictual the expedition to the
Arctic Regions under Sir James Ross. Captain Penney was
a good-natured man, and was particularly interested in the
doctor’s journey, which he saw the value of some time before.
Penney was more of a savant than a sailor, but that did not
militate against his carrying four carronades on board, which,
however, had never done any harm, and only made the
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 4t

The hold of the esoute was fitted up for the reception
of the balloon. It was put on board most carefully on
the 18th February, and stowed away at the bottom of
the vessel so as to avoid the chance of accident. The
car and its accessories, the grapnels, the ropes, the
provisions, the water-tanks (which were to be filled on
arrival), were all stowed under the eyes of Ferguson
himself. They also put on board ten tons of sulphuric
acid, and ten tons of old iron, for the manufacture of
hydrogen gas. This was a more than sufficient quantity,
but it was necessary to guard against possible loss. The
apparatus for developing the gas, and composed of about
thirty barrels, was placed in the hold.

These various preparations were completed by the
evening of the 18th February. Two well-arranged cabins
had been prepared for the doctor and Kennedy. The
latter, all the time vowing that he would not go, came on
board with a perfect armoury of guns and rifles, two ex-
cellent double-barrelled breech-loaders, and a carbine,
tested by Purday, Moore, and Dickson, of Edinburgh. With
such a weapon the sportsman would have no difficulty to
lodge a bullet in the eye of a chamois at 2,000 yards,
Added to these he had two Colt’s “ six-shooters ” with the
latest improvements; his powder-flask, shot-pouch, lead, and
bullets in sufficient quantity did not exceed the weight laid
down by the doctor.

The three travellers went on board on the roth
February and were received with great distinction by the
captain and officers. The doctor was quite self-possessed
but unusually pre-occupied with his expedition. Dick was
much moved, but tried not to betray his feelings. Joe
jumped about, making absurd remarks, and was at once
installed as the wag of the forecastle, where a berth had
been reserved for him. On the 2oth, a grand farewell
dinner was given in honour of Doctor Ferguson and his
friend Kennedy, by the Royal Geographical Society.
Captain Penney and his officers had also been invited, who
were very cheerful, and had their healths proposed in
flattering terms. Healths were drank in sufficient number
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42 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.



Francis M presided, with repressed emotion, but in a
very dignified manner.

To the unutterable confusion of Dick Kennedy, he came
in for a large share of the festive compliments. After
having drunk to “ the bold Ferguson, the glory of England,”
they found it necessary to toast “the no less courageous
Kennedy, his brave companion.”

Dick blushed deeply, which was put down to modesty ;
the applause was redoubled. Dick blushed still more.

A telegram from the Queen was received at dessert.
She presented her compliments to the travellers, and her
good wishes for the success of their enterprise.

This incident necessitated a new toast to the “ Health of
Her Most Gracious Majesty.”

At midnight, after the most touching farewells and warm
grasps of the hand, the guests separated.

The boats of the Resoéude were in waiting at Westminster
Bridge, the captain took his place in company with his
officers and passengers, and a rapid ebb tide quickly carried
them to Greenwich. At one o’clock they were all fast
asleep on board.

The next morning, the 21st, at three o’clock, the fires
were lighted: at five, the anchor was weighed, and with the
assistance of her screw, the Aesolue threaded her way to the
sea.

There is no necessity for us to repeat the conversation
which, on board, turned solely upon Dr. Ferguson’s expedi-
tion. By his bearing, equally as by words, he inspired such
confidence that, save the Scot, no one questioned the
success of his undertaking. During the long, idle hours on
board, the doctor instituted a regular geographical lecture in
the ward-room. ‘The young men were passionately fond of
the discoveries which had been made during forty years in
Africa, He related the explorations of Barth, Burton,
Speke, and Grant; he described to them hat mysterious
land given up on all sides to scientific research. In the
north the young Duveyrier had explored the Sahara, and
brought back the Touareg chiefs to Paris. Two expeditions,
under the authority of the French Government, were being
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 43

would meet at Timbuctoo. In the south the indefatigable

Livingstone was continually advancing towards the equator,

and, since March, 1862, he had advanced with Mackenzie

up the river Rovoonia. The next century would certainly

not pass away without Africa being compelled to reveal the
- secrets hidden in her breast for 6,000 years.

The interest of Dr. Ferguson’s audience was more ex-
cited than ever when he made them acquainted with the
details of his preparations. They wanted to verify his
calculations, they argued, and the doctor entered frankly
into the discussion.

Generally they were surprised by the relatively limited
quantity of food they were to carry. One day they ques-
tioned him on this point.

“ Does that astonish you?” asked the doctor.

“ Certainly it does.”

“But for what length of time do you suppose I shall
continue my journey? Whole months? ‘That is a mistake
on your part. If it be extended we shall be lost, and shall
never get back at all. Are you not aware that it is only
3,500 miles, say 4,000 miles, from Zanzibar to Senegal
coast? Now, at the rate of 240 miles in twelve hours, not
nearly the speed of our railways, by day and night, seven
days would be ample to cross the African continent.”

“But then you will not be able to see anything, nor
to make geographical observations, nor take notes of the
country.” :

“Well,” replied the doctor, “if I be master of my
balloon, if I can ascend or descend when I please, I shall
be able to halt when I choose, and whenever the winds are
so violent as to threaten my safety.”

“ And you will encounter them,” said Captain Penney.
“There are hurricanes there which rush at the rate of 240
miles an hour.”

‘So, you see,” replied the doctor, “that at that pace
you could cross Africa in twelve hours. You might start
from Zanzibar and sleep at St. Louis.”

“ But,” asked an officer, “is it possible that a balloon
can be impelled at such a pace ?”

“That has been proved,” replied Ferguson,



44 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ And the balloon resisted the pressure ?”

“ Perfectly. It occurred during the year 1804. Garnerin,
the aéronaut, started from Paris at eleven o'clock at night a
balloon, on which was inscribed in golden letters, ‘ Paris,
25th month, 13th year, coronation of the Emperor Napoleon
by Pope Pius the Seventh.’ The following morning, at five
o’clock, the inhabitants of Rome perceived the identical
balloon hovering above the Vatican; it crossed the Cam-
pagna, and fell into the Lake of Bracciano. So you see,
gentlemen, that a balloon can exist in such a rapid
transit.”

“A balloon, yes; but how about a man?” Kennedy
ventured to ask.

“Just as well. Fora balloon is always motionless, in
consequence of the air surrounding it. Itis not the man
who moves, it is the mass of the air itself; so that, if you
were to light a candle in the car, the flame would not
flicker. An aéronaut in Garnerin’s balloon would not have
suffered by the rate of progression. However, I do not
propose to try such a rapid flight, and if I can anchor
during the night to some tree or to some uneven ground, I
shall be all right. We-shall carry, moreover, provisions for
two months, and nothing will prevent our skilful sportsman
here from shooting any quantity of game when we get to
the ground.”

“Ah, Mr. Kennedy, you will, indeed, have some
splendid sport,” said a young midshipman, with an envious
glance at the Scotchman.

“Without counting the double pleasure of partaking
in the glory of the expedition,” said another.

“Gentlemen,” replied Kennedy, “I am very sensible
of your kind compliments, but I cannot accept them, I
fear.”

“ Hallo, what’s this!” was heard on all sides. “Do
you not intend to go?”

“T shall not go.”

“You will not accompany Doctor Ferguson ?”

“Not only shall I not go with him, but I am here for
the express purpose of stopping him even at the last
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Everyone looked at the doctor.

“Don’t listen to him,” said Ferguson, calmly. “It is a
subject we never need discuss with him. He knows per-
fectly well at heart that he will go !”

“ By St. Andrew,” cried Kennedy, “I swear——’

“Don’t swear, Dick, my friend; you have been measured
and weighed, you and your powder and shot, your guns and
your rifles, so there is no use talking about it.”

And it is a fact that, from that day until the day they
reached Zanzibar, Dick did not open his mouth upon that
subject or any other. Dick was dumb !

CHAPTER IX.

Doubling the Cape—The Wit of the Forecastle—Lectures upon
Cosmography by Professor Joe—About guiding Balloons—On
the Search for Atmospheric Currents—‘‘ Eureka.”

THE Resolute made rapid progress towards the Cape,
meeting with fine weather, but with occasionally heavy
seas.

Upon the 30th March, twenty-seven days after they had
left London, Table Mountain appeared upon the horizon.
Cape Town, situated at the foot of an amphitheatre of
hills, could be distinguished by the glasses, and the Resolute
soon cast anchor in the harbour. But the captain only
waited to “coal,” which was accomplished in a day, and
upon the following one the ship’s head was put to the south
to double the most southerly point of Africa and enter the
Mozambique Channel.

As this was by no means Joe’s first voyage, he very soon
made himself at home on board. Everyone liked him for
his frankness and good humour. No inconsiderable portion
of his master’s fame was reflected upon him, he was listened
to as an oracle, and he had not the slightest doubt that he
was anything else.

Now, while the doctor was continuing his course of
lectures in the cabin, Joe was mounted on the forecastle
telling stories in his own way, a proceeding in imitation of
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voyage was naturally discussed. Joe had had some trouble
to overcome the stubborn spirits of his companions; but
now the enterprise was an accepted fact, the imagination
of the sailors, stimulated by Joe’s stories, believed every-
thing to be possible.

This dazzling narrator had persuaded his hearers that
after this voyage there would be many more undertaken.
It was only the commencement of a long series of super-
human expeditions.

“Don’t you see, my friends, that when one has had a
taste of this kind of locomotion one can be no longer con-
tented, so in our next expedition, instead of going sideways,
we shall go directly upwards.”

“What! right up into the moon, then?” cried his
astonished audience.

“Into the moon?” rejoined Joe ; “no, faith, that is too
commonplace. Everybody now goes up to the moon.
Moreover, there is no water there, and one would be
obliged to carry a quantity of provisions, and even air up in
bottles to be able to breathe.”

“ Well, it would be all right if one could find some grog
up there,” said a sailor who had only lately experienced the
taste of that mixture.

“ That’s enough, my lad, we shall not go to the moon,
but we shall sail about amongst the stars in the midst of
those beautiful planets of which my master has often spoken
tome. We shall commence by visiting Saturn.”

“ That one with the ring ?” asked the quartermaster.

“Yes, a wedding-ring, only no one knows what has
become of his wife.”

' “ Hullo! are you going so far as that?” said a cabin-
boy, utterly astounded. “Why your master must be the
devil in person !”

“ The devil! oh dear no ; he is too good for that.”

“ But where are you going after Saturn?” asked one of
the most impatient of the audience.

“ After Saturn? Well, we shall visit Jupiter, a most
extraordinary country, where the days are only nine hours
and a half long, which is a great blessing for idle people ;
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ours, which is a great source of satisfaction to people who
have only six months to live. That gives them a little
longer lease of life.”

“Twelve years !” exclaimed the cabin-boy.

“Yes, my boy; so in that country you would not be
weaned yet, and that old fellow over there, who is nearly
fifty, would be only a child four years and a half old.”

“ That is not true!” cried all the men.

“ Perfectly true!” said Joe, with assurance. “But
what can you expect if you will persist in vegetating in
this world? You learn nothing, and you remain as ignorant
as a porpoise. Come up to Jupiter for a little, and you
will see. You must hold on pretty tight up there, for there
are satellites knocking about which are occasionally incon-
venient.”

They laughed at this, but they did not half believe
him. Then he spoke to them about Neptune, where sailors
were always so well received, and of Mars, where soldiers
take the wall, which conduct on their part invariably leads
toafight. As for Mercury, it is a wretched place, full of
robbers and tradesmen, who are so much alike, that it is
difficult to distinguish one from the other. Finally, he
drew them a truly enchanting picture of Venus; “ and when
we shall have returned from that expedition we shall be
decorated with the Southern Cross.”

“ And well you will have won it,” cried the sailors.

Thus, in animated conversation, the long evenings were
passed on the forecastle. All this time the interesting
conversations with the doctor continued.

One day, when they were conversing respecting the
guidance of balloons, Ferguson was asked to give his opinion
on the question.

“T donot think,” he said, “that we shall ever be able to
direct the course of a balloon. I am acquainted with all
the systems which have been proposed or attempted. Not
one has succeeded ; not one is practicable. You may very
well imagine that I have myself been engaged in this
matter, which ought to possess a very great interest for me,
but I have never been able to solve it by means of our
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48 FIVE WEFKS IN A BALLOON.

discover a motive power of extraordinary strength and of an
impossible lightness. Even then, one could not resist any
considerable currents. As it is, one is much more anxious
to direct the car than the balloon. That’s a mistake.”

“ Nevertheless,” said someone, “there is a great re-
semblance between the balloon and a ship, which can be
guided at will.”

“Not at all,” replied Doctor Ferguson; “there is little
or no resemblance. Air is infinitely less dense than water,
in which, moreover, a ship is only half submerged, while
the balloon is entirely surrounded by the atmosphere, and
remains stationary on account of the fluid which encircles
it.”

“Then you are of opinion that science is exhausted
upon that point?”

“ Not so, not so; it has become necessary to look for
other means by which, if a balloon cannot be guided, it can
be kept up in favourable atmospheric currents. As one rises
higher, these currents become more uniform, and are more
constant in their direction, as they are not interfered with
by the valleys and mountains which intersect the face of the
earth; and here is the principal cause, as you are aware, of
the changes of the force and direction of the wind. Now
once these zones have been determined, the balloon will
only have to be placed in the currents which will be met
there.”

“ But,” replied the captain, “to hit upon these currents
you must be always ascending or descending. There is the
true difficulty, my dear doctor.”

“Why, my dear captain?” |

“Let us understand each’ other; it would only be an
obstacle in the way of long journeys, not for small ascents.”

“ Your reasons, if you please ?”

“ Because you can only ascend by throwing out ballast,
you can only descend by letting the gas escape ; and under
these circumstances your store of gas would be very soon
exhausted.”

“My dear Penney, that is the point of the whole thing.
There is ¢he difficulty which science should endeavour to
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balloon so much, as it is a question of moving up and
down without losing the gas, which is the strength, the
blood, the soul, so to speak, of a balloon.”

“ Quite right, doctor ; but this difficulty is not overcome ;
the means to accomplish this have not yet been found.”

“ Excuse me, they have been.”

“ By whom ?”

“ By me.”

“ By you /” te

“Why, you must understand that without this power I
should not have run the risks of crossing Africa in a
balloon. Why, in about twenty-four hours I should have
had no gas left.”

“ But you have never spoken of this in England !”

“No, I did not think it desirable to discuss it in public.
That seemed to me useless. I made secretly some pre-
liminary exneriments, and I am satisfied. I have not any
need of learning anything further on that point.”

“My dear Ferguson, may one ask to be made ac-
quainted with your secrets ?”

“ Here it 1s, gentlemen, and my plan is a very simple
one.” .
The curiosity of the audience was raised to the highest
pitch, while the doctor calmly addressed himself to his
subject as follows.

CHAPTER X,

Preliminary Experiments—The Five Chests—The Blow-pipe—The
Stove—The Manner of Working—Success Achieved.

“Attempts have been made frequently, gentlemen, to
ascend and descend at will, without losing the gas in a
balloon. A French aéronaut, M. Meumier, attempted to
do this by compressing the air. A Belgian doctor, Van
Hecke, by means of wings and paddles, made as of a
vertical force, which has proved ineffective in the majority
of instances. The practical results obtained by the above
means are insignificant.

“T then resolved to go into the question boldly, and at

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50 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

once put the ballast on one side, if it were not a case of
absolute necessity as to the breaking of my apparatus, or in
case of being obliged to rise suddenly to avoid an un-
expected obstacle.

“ My means of ascent and descent consist equally in
the dilation or contraction by varying temperatures of the
gas confined in the balloon. And this is how I manage it.

“You have already seen put on board certain chests
with the car, of which you did not understand the utility.
These chests are five in number.

“The first contains about twenty-five gallons of water, to
which I add sulphuric acid to increase its conductibility,
and I resolve it into its component parts by means of a
strong Bautzen galvanic battery. Water, as you are aware,
is composed of two volumes hydrogen gas to one of
oxygen.

“The oxygen under the battery action goes off by the
positive pole into a second chest. A third chest, placed on
the top of it, and of about twice the size, receives the
hydrogen which enters it by the negative pole.

“Two taps, one of which has an opening double that of
the other, keep up a communication between these two
cases and a fourth, which is known as the mixing chest.
Here in fact the gases arising from the decomposition of the
water mingle together. The capacity of this chest is about
forty-one cubic feet, In the upper part of it is a platinum
tube with a stop-cock.

“You will already have perceived, gentlemen, that
the apparatus I have described is nothing more than an oxy-
hydrogen blow-pipe, the heat evolved by which surpasses
that of a forge fire.

“That matter settled, I pass on to the second part of
the apparatus.

“From the lower part of my balloon, which is her-
metically closed, two tubes pass out at a short distance
from each other. One: of these leads from the upper
volume of hydrogen, the other from the lower. They both
descend as far as the car, and terminate in a cylindrical
iron chest called the heat chest. It is closed at each
extremity by a strong disc of the same metal.



FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 5i

“ The tube from the lower part of the balloon enters the
cylindrical chest through the lower disc, and there assumes
the shape of a coil, whose woper rings occupy nearly the
entire height of the box. Before leaving the chest, the coil
is led into a little cone, whose base, concave, like a round
cap, is directed downwards.

“Tt is at the top of this cone that the second tube
makes its exit, and it terminates, as I have said, in the
upper folds of the balloon.

“The spherical cap of the little cone is made of
platinum, so that it may not be melted under 'the action of
the blow-pipe, for this is placed at the bottom of the iron
case in the centre of the coil, and the flame lightly licks
this cap.

“You know those stoves used for warming rooms? You
know how they act? The air of the room is forced through
the tubes and comes back warmer. So that what I have
been describing is, after all, only a stove.

‘“And, in fact, what takes place? Once the blow-pipe is
lighted, the hydrogen is warmed and rises rapidly by the.
tube to the upper part of the balloon. A vacuum is caused
below, and the gas from the lower part is attracted to fill
it, which, in its turn, is warmed, and is continually re-
placed, so that an extremely rapid current of gas is
generated, leaving the balloon, returning, and being warmed
without cessation.

“Now, gas increases sty of their volume for every
degree of heat. If, then, I created a temperature of 18°,
the hydrogen in the balloon will increase #ss, or 1,614
cubic feet ; it will then displace 1,674 cubic feet of air more,
which will increase its power of ascent 16olbs. That
comes, then, to the same weight of ballast. If I increase
the temperature to 24°, the gas expands 438, it displaces
6,740 cubic feet, and the ascending force amounts to
1,600 lbs. :

“ You can understand, gentlemen, that I am easily able to
obtain considerable changes of equilibrium. The volume of
a balloon has been calculated in such a way that, when half
inflated, it displaces a weight of air exactly equal to the
envelope of hydrogen gas and of the car occupied by the

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52 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

travellers and their belongings. At this point of inflation it
is in exact equilibrium in the air; it will neither rise nor
fall, ~

~ “In order to ascend, I bring the gas to a temperature
higher than the ambient temperature, by means of my blow-
pipe; by this access of heat, a strong tension is created,
and fills the balloon, which rises so long as I expand the
hydrogen. .

“ ‘lhe descent is, naturally, made by moderating the heat,
and permitting the temperature to cool. The ascent will
generally be much more rapid than the descent. But that
is a very good feature, for one never wants to descend
quickly, and it is, on the contrary, a quick upward move-
ment by which I avoid danger, which is beneath me, not
above the balloon.

“‘ However, as already hinted, I havea certain quantity of
ballast which can be got rid of, and enable me to rise still
more quickly if desirable. The valve at the top is only a
safety-valve. The balloon itself looks after its supply of
hydrogen; the variations of temperature which I can pro-
duce in the cenire of the gas reservoir are only applied to
the ascending and descending movements.

“Now, gentlemen, I will just add a few practical details,

“ The combustion of hydrogen and oxygen at the end of
the blow-pipe produces only watery vapour. I have there-
fore provided the lower part of the cylindrical case with an
escape-pipe acting with the pressure of two atmospheres.
Consequently, so soon as that pressure has been reached,
the vapour makes its escape of its own accord.

“ Here are the exact figures.

“Twenty-five gallons of water, resolved into their con-
stituent elements, yield 200 lbs. of oxygen and 25 Ibs. of
hydrogen. That represents, at the tension of the air,
1,890 cubic feet of the former and 3,780 cubic feet of the
latter; altogether, 670 cubic feet of the mingled gases.

“Now the top of the blow-pipe, fully open, gives twenty-
seven cubic feet per hour, with a flame at least six times
more powerful than the largest lamp. On an average, then,
and so as not to be too high up, I shall only burn nine
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represent 630 hours of aérial navigation, or rather more
than twenty-six days.

“As I can descend at pleasure and obtain water. on my
route, my journey is practically indefinite.

“ There is my secret, gentlemen; it is very simple, and,
like all simple things, it cannot but succeed. My plan is
only the extension and contraction of the gas in the balloon,
which necessitates no wings nor mechanical power of
motion. A stove to produce changes of temperature and a
blow-pipe to warm it are neither heavy nor in the way.
I believe that I have overcome all the serious difficulties
of the undertaking.”

Here Doctor Ferguson ended his discourse, and
was heartily applauded. No one had any objections to
advance. Everything appeared provided for and carried
out.

“Nevertheless,” said the captain, “it may be very
dangerous.”

“ What does that matter,” rejoined the doctor, “if it be
practicable ?”

CHAPTER XI.

Arrival at Zanzibar—The English Consul—Opposition of the Inhabi-
tants—Isle Koumbeni—The Rain-Makers—Inflation of the Balloon
—Departure—Last Farewells—The ‘* Victoria.”

FavourinG breezes had hurried the esolute towards her
destination. The Mozambique Channel proved particularly
kind to her, The sea voyage was held as a good omen for
the success of the air journey, Everyone on board wished
for the moment of arrival, and vied in assisting Doctor
Ferguson in his final preparations.

At length the vessel came in sight of the town of Zan-
zibar, situated upon the island of the same name, and on
the 15th April, at 11 a.M., she cast anchor in the harbour.

Zanzibar belongs to the Imaum of Muscat, an ally of
England | and France, and it is certainly a beautiful posses-
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54 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

from neighbouring ports. The island is only separated from
the mainland by a channel about thirty miles wide.

Zanzibar enjoys a large traffic in gum, ivory, and, above
all, ebony, for it is a celebrated slave market. Here are
concentrated all the booty taken in the battles which are
being incessantly waged by the chiefs in the interior. This
traffic extends to the whole eastern coast, almost up to the
Nile region, and Mr. Lejean has seen them carrying on the
traffic close to the French consul’s residence.

So soon as the Resoluce had arrived the English consul
came on board, to offer his assistance to the dector, whose
intentions the European journals had some time before
announced. But up to that time the consul had enrolled
himself among the sceptics.

“T confess I did doubt you,” said he, extending his
hand to Doctor Ferguson, “ but I doubt no longer.”

He placed his house at the disposal of the doctor, of
Kennedy, and, naturally, of Joe also. While enjoying these
attentions the doctor remembered several letters which he
had received from Captain Speke. The captain and his
companions had undergone terrible sufferings from hunger
and bad weather before reaching the territory of Ugogo.
They only advanced with extreme difficulty, and gave up
all hope of forwarding intelligence quickly.

“Those are some of the perils and privations which we
shall avoid,” said the docior.

The baggage of the three travellers was.sent up to the
consul’s house. They made preparations to land the balloon
upon the beach at Zanzibar ; they had there fixed upon a
convenient spot close to the signal station, near to an enor-
mous erection which sheltered them from the east wind.
This immense tower, like a tun standing on end, and com-
pared to which the great tun of Heidelberg is but a small
barrel, was used as a fort, and upon the platforms Be-
loutchis, armed with lances, kept watch—a lazy, noisy gar-
rison.

But when the balloon was about to be landed, the consul
was warned that the population of the island would oppose
the disembarkation by force. This was only their blind
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arrival of a Christian, who was about to rise up into the air,
was received with much irritation. The blacks, more ex-
cited than the Arabs, saw in this project intentions hostile
to their religion, for they imagined the white men were
about to go up to the sun and moon. As the sunand moon
are both worshipped by the African tribes, these people
determined to oppose this sacrilegious expedition. The
consul being acquainted with these intentions of the negroes,
conferred respecting them with the doctor and Captain
Penney. ‘The latter had no desire to yield to menace, but
his friend caused him to regard it in a different light.

“We shall accomplish our object,” said he, ‘and even
the Imaum’s soldiers would assist us if necessary; but, my
dear captain, an accident very easily occurs—an unfortunate
blow would do irreparable damage to the balloon, and the
journey would be hopelessly deferred ; it is much better to
take precautionary measures.”

“ But what can you do? Ifwe disembark anywhere on
the coast, it will be all the same. What can you do?”

“ Nothing easier to answer,” said the consul. “ Do you
perceive those islands outside the harbour? Disembark
your balloon there, establish a cordon of sailors round you,
and you will have nothing to fear.”

“ Capital,” cried the doctor, “and we shall be able to
make our preparations in comfort.”

The captain yielded to this advice. The Resolute hauled
up alongside the island of Koumbeni. During the morning
of the 16th April the balloon was safely bestowed in the
midst of an open space, shaded from the sun by large sur-
rounding trees.

Two masts, each twenty-eight feet high, were placed at
some distance apart, and pulleys fixed to them, so as to
raise the balloon to the centre of the rope stretched between
them. The balloons were quite empty. The inner one
was fastened to the top of the outer one, so that it could
be raised with it.

To the lower extremity of each balloon were fixed. the
tubes for the introduction of the hydrogen. The whole of
the 17th was passed in arranging the apparatus for making
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56 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

position of the water was carried on by means of iron and
sulphuric acid mixed with a quantity of water. -The hydro-
gen gave off into a vast vat in the centre, having been
purified in transit, and thence it passed into the balloons
through the tubes. In this manner each was filled with an
accurately-known quantity of gas,

In this operation 1,866 gallons of sulphuric acid, 16,500
pounds of iron, and 966 gallons of water were employed.

This: operation’ was begun about three o’clock on the
following morning, and continued till eight. The next day
the balloons, covered by the net, were balanced gracefully
above the car, which was held down by a number of bags
of earth. The apparatus for the dilatation was put in with
great care, and the pipes leading from the balloon were
fastened into the cylindrical chest.

The grapnels, ropes, instruments, rugs, tent, the provi-
sions, and arms were placed in the car as previously
arranged. Water was provided at Zanzibar. Two hundred
pounds of ballast were taken in in fifty sacks, and placed at
the bottom of the car within reach.

The preparations were ended about 5 p.m. The sentinels
patrolled continually around the island, and the boats of
the Resolite kept watch in the channel.

The negroes continued to display their anger by cries,
grimaces, and contortions. The sorcerors went about
amongst the excited people fanning their indignation.
Some fanatics endeavoured to swim across to the island,
but they were easily repulsed.

Then the charms and incantations commenced. The
rain-compellers, who pretended to be able to control the
clouds, summoned up hurricanes and hailstones to their
assistance. For that object they collected leaves of all the
different trees in the country and made a fire, and sacri-
ficed a sheep by driving a long needle into its heart.
But, notwithstanding their ceremonies, the sky continued
cloudless, and they were no better for their sheep and their
grimaces.

The negroes then abandoned themselves to the most
terrible orgies, and got tremendously drunk with ‘“ tembo,”
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very “heady” species of beer called “ togwa.” Their songs
without melody, but of correct rhythm, were heard all
through the night.

About 6 p.m. a farewell dinner was given to the three
travellers on board the Resolute. Kennedy, to whom nobody
addressed many questions, muttered some indistinct sen-
tences, and never took his gaze from Doctor Ferguson.

This was a very melancholy repast. The near approach
of the moment for parting inspired many sad reflections in
everyone. What fate was in store for these venturesome
travellers ?

Should they ever return to their friends and their happy
homes? If their means of transport failed, what would be-
come of them in the midst of savage tribes in an unknown
territory in the embrace of an illimitable desert ?

These fancies, hitherto put in the background, and to
which they had attached little importance, now began to
prey upon their already excited feelings. Doctor Ferguson,
always cool and collected, spoke of other things and other
people, but even he struggled in vain to dissipate the pre-
vailing sadness ; he could not overcome that.

As some fears had been expressed respecting the safety
of the doctor and his companions, they slept that night on
board the Jesolute. At 6 a.M. they quitted their cabin and
landed on the island of Kuombeni.

The balloon floated gracefully in the light easterly breeze.
The bags of earth had been replaced by twenty sailors.
Captain Penney and his officers were present at this last
solemn farewell.

At this moment Kennedy walked up to the doctor, and
took his hand.

“Ts it really decided, Samuel, that you are going?”

“Tt is really decided, my dear Dick.”

“J have done all I could to hinder your voyage ?”

“Everything !”

“Then my conscience is clear, and I shall go with
you!”

““T was sure you would,” replied the doctor, as the tears
started to his eyes.

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captain and his officers all embraced their courageous friends,
not excepting the worthy Joe, proud and joyful that day.
All the sailors wished to shake hands with Doctor Ferguson.

At nine o’clock the three travelling companions took
their places in the car. The doctor lighted his blow-pipe,
and heated it so as to produce a high temperature. The
balloon, which had hitherto remained zz eguilibrio, began to
sway. The sailors were obliged to slacken the ropes they
held. The car ascended twenty feet.

“My friends,” cried the doctor, coming forward and
waving his hat, “let us give our aérial vessel a name which
carries happiness everywhere—let us call it the ‘ Victoria !’”

A ringing cheer was the reply.

“God save the Queen! Hurrah for Old England !”

At this moment the ascending force reached a tremen-
dous pitch. Ferguson, Kennedy, and Joe waved a last adieu
to their friends.

"Let go, all!” cried the doctor.

And the “ Victoria” rose rapidly, while the four carro-
nades of the Resolute thundered out a salute as she glided
upwards on her perilous journey.

CHAPTER XII.

Crossing the Straits—The Mrima—Proposals of Dick and Joe—
Recipe for Coffee—Uzarmo—The unfortunate Maizen—Mount
Duthumi—The Dvctor’s Maps—Night upon a Nopal.

THE air was clear, the wind was moderate, the “ Victoria”

mounted almost perpendicularly to a height of 1,500 feet,
which was indicated by a depression of nearly two inches in
the barometrical column.

At this elevation, a more decided current carried the
balloon towards the south-west. What a magnificent pano-
rama unfolded itself beneath the eyes of the travellers!
The island of Zanzibar was in sight from end to end, and
stood out in its rich colouring as upon a huge board; the
fields presented an appearance of patchwork, and the large
clumps of trees indicated. the woods and coppices.

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cries died away in the air by degrees, and the reports of
the ship’s guns vibrated only in the lower concavity of the
balloon.

“ How splendid all that is!” cried Joe, breaking the
silence for the first time.

No reply was vouchsafed. The doctor was occupied in
observing the barometrical changes and taking note of the
various details of the ascent.

Kennedy stared at it and could not take it all in.

_ The sun added to the heat of the blow-pipe and in-
creased the expansion of the gas. The “ Victoria” reached
a height of 2,5c0 feet. :

The Resolute uow appeared like a small barque, and the
African coast loomed in the west like an enormous line of
foam.

“Why don’t you speak ?” said Joe.

“We are making observations,” replied the doctor, as
he turned his glass towards the continent.

“Well, I feel as if I must speak,” said Joe.

“ Fire away, Joe; talk as much as you like.”

Joe therefore gave way to a tremendous string of excla-
mations. The “ ohs,” the “ahs,” and the “ good heavens”
were something astonishing.

While they were crossing the sea, the doctor thought it
better to maintain this elevation, as he could observe a
greater extent of coast ; the thermometer and the barometer,
suspended in the interior of the halfopened tent, were
almost incessantly consulted ; a second barometer, placed
outside, was for use during the night.

After two hours the “ Victoria,” impelled at a rate of a
little over eight miles, neared the coast. The doctor de-
termined to approach the earth; be moderated the flame
of the blow-pipe, and soon the balloon descended to within
300 feet of the ground.

He perceived that he was just over Mrima, a name
bestowed on this portion of the coast of Eastern Africa ;
thick lines of mangoe bushes lined the shore, whose roots,
lacerated by the Indian Ocean, were left plainly visible by
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60 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

rose above the horizon, and the Mount Nguru showed its
head in the north-west.

The “Victoria” passed close to a village, which, from
the map, the doctor pronounced to be Kaole. All the
population assembled to utter yells of anger and fear as the
travellers passed. Arrows were vainly directed against the
air monster, which floated majestically above the reach of
their futile fury.

The wind went round to the south, but the doctor was
not disturbed by this ; on the contrary ; he was rather glad to
follow the route traversed by Captains Burton and Speke.

Kennedy at last had become as loquacious as Joe, and
they mutually exchanged remarks expressive of their ad-
miration.

“What is a diligence after this?” said one.

“ Or a steamer ?” said the other.

“ Ora wretched railway ?” rejoined Kennedy, “in which
you pass through the country without seeing it.”

“Give me a balloon,” said Joe, “‘ where you needn’t stir,
and nature takes the trouble to unroll herself at your feet.”

“What a magnificent prospect ! how splendid it all is!
like a beautiful dream in a hammock.”

“T wonder if we are to have any breakfast,” said Joe, to
whom the pure air had given an appetite.

“Happy thought, my lad,” said Kennedy.

“Oh! the cooking won't take long; it is only biscuits
and preserved meat.”

' With as much coffee as you like,” added the doctor.
“ Allow me.to borrow a little heat from my blow-pipe ; there
is plenty of it. In this way we shall have no fear of fire.”

“That would be terrible,” said Kennedy. “It is like
sitting under a magazine.”

“Not at all,” said Ferguson ; “ but if the gas did happen
to take light it would burn by degrees, and we should come
down to the ground, which would be inconvenient. But
never fear, our balloon is hermetically sealed.”

“‘ Well, let us have something to eat,” said Kennedy.

“ere you are, gentlemen,” said Joe; “and while I
follow your example in eating I will go and prepare a coffee
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“The fact is,’ said the doctor, “that Joe, amongst a
thousand virtues, has an extraordinary talent for preparing
this delicious beverage. He makes it of all kinds of things
which he never wishes me to know anything about.”

‘Well, sir, since we are in the open air, I can confide
my recipe to you. It is, in fact, a mixture of eal parts of
Mocha, Bourbon, and Rio Nunez.”

Shortly afterwards three steaming cups were served,
which brought a substantial breakfast to a termination, and
each one resumed his post of observation.

The country was distinguished by its extreme fertility.
Winding and narrow pathways were hidden by arches of
verdure.

They passed over fields of tobacco, maize, and barley in
full growth. Here and there immense rice-fields with their
straight stalks and ruddy flowers. Sheep and goats were
enclosed in raised pens, to preserve them from the attacks of
leopards. A luxurious vegetation displayed itself upon this
prodigal soil. In the numerous villages the cries and the
astonishment were renewed at the sight of the ‘“ Victoria,”
and Doctor Ferguson kept prudently out of reach of arrows ;
the inhabitants, assembling around their thickly-grouped huts
pursued the travellers for long distances with vain yells and
imprecations.

At noon the doctor, referring to the map, was of opinion
that they were above the town of Uzaramo. The country
bristled with cocoa-nut, papaw, and cotton trees, over which
the “ Victoria” idly disported itself Joe took all this as a
matter of course, ever since he had made up his mind to
come to Africa.

Kennedy descried hares and quails, which desired no
better fate than to be killed by his gun, but it would have
been powder wasted, as it was impossible to recover the
game,

The travellers moved at the rate of about twelve miles
an hour, and soon found themselves in 38° 20’ longitude,
over the village of Tounda.

“That is the place,” said the doctor, “where Burton
and Speke succumbed to fever, and for a time believed their
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62 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ They were, nevertheless, but a little distance from the
coast, yet already fatigue and privation began to tell upon
them.”

In fact, in this region a perpetual malaria exists. Even
the doctor could only escape its attacks by rising in the
balloon above the miasma, which the burning sun caused to
rise from the swampy earth.

Sometimes they could perceive a caravan reposing in a
“kraal,” waiting for the cool hours of evening to resume
their journey. These “kraals” are large resting-places sur-
rounded by hedges and jungle, where the merchants are
secure, not only from the attacks of wild beasts, but from
those of the pillaging native tribes. When they saw the
natives retreat, the merchants fled at the appearance of the
“ Victoria.” Kennedy wished to have a nearer view, but
Samuel would not hear of it.

“The chiefs are armed with muskets,” he said, “and
our balloon is too good a shot for them.”

“ Would a bullet-hole bring the balloon down?” asked Joe.

“Not immediately ; but the aperture would soon ex-
tend to an immense fissure, through which all our gas would
escape.”

“Then I vote we keep at a respectful distance from
those wretches. I wonder what they think of us up here.
I am sure they want to worship us ?”

‘“ Let them worship us as much as they please at a dis-
tance. That pleases us all round. Look here, the country
is already changing, villages are fewer, the mangoes have
disappeared ; their growth ceases in this latitude. The
land is hilly, a sign we are approaching mountains. In
fact,” said Kennedy, “I fancy I can descry some mountains
this side of us.”

“In the west—those are the first chain of the Ourizara—
Mount Duthumi, no doubt, behind which I hope we shall
encamp for the night. I will stir up the blow-pipe a little,
for we shall be obliged to rise here to about 500 or Goo
feet.”

“That is a first-rate idea of yours, sir,” said Joe; “the
movement is neither difficult nor fatiguing ; just turn a tap,
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‘We shall be more comfortable,” said Kennedy, “ when
the balloon is higher up; the reflection from that red sand is
very trying.”

“What splendid trees those are!” exclaimed Joe;
“though quite natural, they are magnificent, Why, a dozen
of them would make a forest !”

“They are the ‘baobab,’” replied Doctor Ferguson.
“See, one of their trunks must be almost 100 feet in cir-
cumference. It was, perhaps, to the trunk of that very
tree that the unfortunate Frenchman, Maizan, was murdered
in 1845, for we are just above the village of Deje la Mhora,
whither he penetrated alone. He was captured by the chief
of this territory, tied to the foot of the tree, and then the
savage negro cut him slowly limb from limb, while he chanted
a war-song. Then, making a deep incision in his victim’s
throat, stopped to sharpen his knife, and literally tore the
half-severed head from the body of the unfortunate French-
man. He was only twenty-six.”

“ And did not France demanid satisfaction for such a
crime ?” asked Kennedy.

“France did so, and the Said of Zanzibar did all he
could to arrest the murderer, but without success.”

“T hope I shall not be stopped on the way,” said Joe.
“Up higher, sir, if you have any regard for me.”

“ And the more willingly, Joe, that Mount Duthumi is
peering at us. If my calculations be correct, we shall have
passed it before 7 P.M.

“ Shall we travel during the night ?” asked the Scot.

“No; not unless we are obliged to do so. With pre-
caution and careful watching we might do so in safety.
But it is not enough to cross Africa, we must see it too.”

“Hitherto we have not had much to complain of, sir.
The country is the best cultivated and the most fertile in
the world ; not a desert, as the geographies would have us
believe.”

About half-past six the “ Victoria” was opposite Mount
Duthumi. It was necessary, to avoid it, to rise more than
3,000 feet, and for that the doctor had only to raise the
temperature eighteen degrees. It might be said that he
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64 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

of the obstacles to avoid, and the “ Victoria” rose through
the air skimming past the mountain. .

At eight o’clock they descended on the opposite side,
but the descent was slower than the ascent. The grapnels
were cast out, and one after the other came in contact with
the branches of an enormous Indian fig, where they fastened
themselves. Then Joe let himself slip down by the cord
and secured the balloon as firmly as possible. The silk
ladder was then thrown to him, and he reascended briskly.
The balloon remained almost motionless, shaded from the
wind.

The evening meal was prepared. The travellers, with
appetites excited by their aérial trip, made a great hole in
their provisions.

“What distance have we made to-day?” asked Kennedy,
while masticating some troublesome morsels.

The doctor ascertained the day’s work by means of
lunar observations, and consulted the excellent map which
served him as a guide—it was part of the atlas published in
Gotha by his friend Petermann, and which he had sent to
him. This atlas would serve the doctor for the whole
journey, for it contained the route of Burton and Speke to
the great lakes, that to the Soudan undertaken by Barth,
to the Lower Senegal by William Lejean, and to the delta
of the Niger by Dr. Baike.

Ferguson also possessed a book which contained all the
speculations written respecting the Nile, and entitled, “‘ The
Sources of the Nile; being a general survey of the basin
of that river, and of its head stream, with the history of
the Nilotic discovery. By Charles Beke, D.D.”

He also had the excellent maps published in the
“Transactions of the Royal Geographical Society of
London,” so any point of the country hitherto discovered
could not now escape him. |

Following the map, he found that the latitudinal route
had been two degrees, or 120 miles, to the west. Kennedy
remarked that the route turned towards the north; this
direction satisfied the doctor, who wished as soon as possible
to follow up the tracks of his predecessors.

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three watches, so that each could in his turn keep guard for
the others. The doctor took the 9 P.M. watch, Kennedy
the midnight turn, and Joe that at 3 A.M.

So Kennedy and Joe, wrapped up in their rugs, laid
down in the tent, and slept calmly while the doctor kept
his vigil.

CHAPTER XIII.

Change of Weather—Kennedy’s Fever—Medicine of Dr. Ferguson—
Travelling by Land—The Basin of the Imengé—Mount Rubeho,
6,000 feet high—A Day’s Halt.

THE night was calm: nevertheless, upon the following
morning (Saturday), Kennedy, on waking, complained of
lassitude and shivering. The weather began to change,
and the sky became covered with heavy clouds, as if pre-
paring for a second deluge.

Zungomero is a very “ weeping” region indeed, for in
that delightful locality it rains all the year round except
perhaps for about fifteen days in January.

The heavy rain was not slow to assail the travellers.
Below them the paths, intersected by “ nullahs,” the beds of
mountain torrents, became impassable, choked as they were
besides with bindweed and prickly plants. The travellers
distinctly perceived the odour of sulphuretted hydrogen
spoken of by Captain Burton. :

“As he declared,” said the doctor, “and he was right,
one can almost believe that a dead body is hidden beneath
each bush.”

“A villainous country, certainly,” said Joe, “and it seems
to me that Mr. Kennedy is none the better for having
passed the night in it.”

“Well, to tell the truth, I have got a pretty strong touch
of fever,” said the Scot.

“ My dear Dick, that is nothing wonderful, we are now
in one of the most unhealthy spots in Africa. But we shall
not be here long. Let us go.”

Thanks to a rapid manceuvre of Joe’s, the grapnel was
detached, and by means of the ladder he regained the car,

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66 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

The doctor at once expanded the gas and the “ Victoria”
resumed her voyage, impelled by a fairly strong breeze.

Some huts were scarcely visible in the péstilential mist
beneath, but the country began soon to change its aspect.
It is often the case in Africa that malarious regions of small
extent border upon the most perfectly healthy districts.

Kennedy was visibly suffering, and the fever prostrated
him.

“This is scarcely the place to be laid up in,” said he, as
he wrapped himself in his rug and lay down in the tent.

“Just a Tittle patience, Dick,” replied the doctor, “and
you will recover rapidly.”

“Recover! By Jove, my dear Samuel, if you have any
drug that will set me up, let me have it at once. I will
swallow it with my eyes shut.”

“‘T know something better than that, friend Dick. I will
give you a dose that will cost nothing.”

“ How?” id

“It is very simple. I am about to mount right over
these clouds which are drowning us, and get free from this
pestilential atmosphere. I only ask ten minutes to expand
the gas.”

The ten minutes had scarcely elapsed, when the balloon
had passed out of the wet zone.

“Now, wait a little, Dick, and you will soon feel the
benefit of the pure air and sunshine.”

“There is indeed a remedy,” cried Joe. “It is really
wonderful !” ,

“ Not at all—only natural.”

“Oh! I don’t doubt it is perfectly natural !”

“T only send Dick into purer air, as people are sent
every day in Europe, and as at Martinique they are sent to
the Pitons* to escape yellow fever.”

“Ah!” cried Kennedy, who already was beginning to
feel better. “‘ This balloon is really ‘ paradise.’ ”

“In any case it leads there,” said Joe, seriously.

The view beneath the balloon at that moment was a
curious spectacle ; the masses of cloud were piled up in

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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 67

magnificent array, moving one above the other, and tinged
with the glorious rays of the sun. The “ Victoria” had
attained an altitude of 4,000 feet, and the thermometer indi-
cated a fall in the temperature. The earth was invisible.
About fifty miles westward, Mount Rubeho raised its
sparkling head, which indicated the limit of the country of
Ugoge, in 36° 20’ longitude. The wind had the force of
twenty miles an hour, but the travellers felt nothing of this
rapid movement ; they experienced-no inconvenience what-
ever, indeed they were scarcely aware of the progress they
made. Three hours later, the prediction of Doctor Fer-
guson was verified. Kennedy’s fever had departed, and he
breakfasted with a good appetite.

“This is better than sulphate of quinine,” said he, with
evident satisfaction.

“ Decidedly,” cried Joe. “I shall come up here when
I grow old.”

About six o’clock in the morning the atmosphere cleared.
They perceived an opening in the clouds; the ‘earth re-
appeared, and the “ Victoria” insensibly ‘approached it,
Doctor Ferguson was on the look-out for a current to carry
the balloon towards the north-east, and at about 600 feet
from the ground he fell in with it. The cotntry became
uneven, and even hilly. The district of Zongomero was
lost in the east, with it the last cocoa-nut treés of that
latitude.

The mountains soon began to assume a more decided
form. Some peaks shot up here and there. It was neces-
sary to keep a watchful eye upon the sharp peaks, which
appeared to rise up in an unexpected manner.

“We are amongst the breakers,” said Kennedy.

* All right, Dick. Don’t be uneasy, we shall not touch
them,” said the doctor.

1 “This is a first-rate wey to travel, all the same,” said
oe.

The doctor managed his balloon with a wonderful
dexterity, certainly.

“If we had been obliged to go on foot over that marshy
ground,” said the doctor, “we should have had to crawl
slowly along i in a regular slimy morass. Since our departure

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68 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

from Zanzibar, in that case, half our beasts of burthen would
have been now dead with fatigue. We should have been
looking like ghosts, and despair would have been gnawing
at our hearts. We should have had incessant disputes with
our guides and porters, and exposed to their attacks.
During the day we should have suffered from a damp
steamy air insupportable, and altogether enervating. At
night there is frequently an almost intolerable coldness in
the atmosphere, and the bites of a species of fly, which can
pierce the stoutest cloth, would drive us mad. All these
little enjoyments we should have had, without counting wild
beasts and ferocious people.”

“T vote we don’t try it,” said Joe, simply.

“Tam not exaggerating in the least,” said the doctor,
“for at the recitals of travellers who have had the pluck to
venture into these latitudes, the tears would actually come
into your eyes.”

About eleven o’clock they passed over the basin of the
Imengé ; the natives scattered about upon the hills vainly
threatened the “Victoria” with their weapons, and the
balloon soon arrived above the last spurs-of the high ground
which leads to the Rubeho, which forms the third chain, and
highest mountain of the ranges of Usagara.

The travellers took careful notes of the orographical
features of the country. The three ramifications, of which
the Duthumi forms the first line, are separated by vast
plains. The lofty ridges are rounded off at the summit,
and the ground is strewn with large blocks of stone at
intervals, amid the shingle. The steepest side of these
mountains is towards Zanzibar, the western declivity being
merely a gentle slope. The more level portions of the
plain are covered with a black and fertile soil, where vege-
tation is luxuriant. Numerous watercourses run towards
the east and flow into the Kingani in the neighbourhood of
gigantic clumps of sycamores, tamarinds, gourds, and palms.

“Listen,” said Doctor Ferguson. “We are now ap-
proaching the Rubeho mountains, whose name being trans-
lated, means ‘Passage of Winds.’ We shall do well to
cross the sharp peaks at a considerable altitude. If my
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“Shall we have to attain such an altitude frequently ?”
asked Kennedy.

“No; very seldom. The height of the African moun-
tains appears to be relatively small compared to the Euro-
pean and Asian peaks. But, in any case, the ‘ Victoria’
will have no difficulty to overcome them.”

In a short time the gas was dilated and the balloon
took a very decided upward course. The expansion of the
hydrogen had nothing dangerous in its character either,
for the vast balloon was not filled to more than three-
quarters its capacity. The barometer now, by a depression
of eight inches, showed they had attained an elevation of
6,000 feet.

“ Shall we travel like this long?” asked Joe.

“The terrestrial atmosphere extends to a distance of
6,000 fathoms from the earth,” replied the doctor. “With
a very large balloon we could go a great heicht. Messrs.
Brioschi and Gay-Lussac did so, but the blood gushed from
their ears and mouths. The air could not be breathed.
Some years ago two hardy Frenchmen, Banel and Bixio,
also made an expedition into the higher regions, but their
balloon split.”

-“ And they fell down ?” demanded Kennedy anxiously.

“Certainly ; but, as scientific men ought to fall, without
sustaining any injury.”

“Well, gentlemen,” said Joe, “you are quite at liberty
to begin your tumbling ; but, for my part, as I am merely a
commonplace person, I prefer to remain in the happy
medium, neither too high nor too low. There is no use in
being ambitious !”

At 6,000 feet elevation the density of the air became
sensibly diminished, sounds were with difficulty transmitted,
and speaking was not distinctly heard. Views of objects
became confused, the vision could not distinguish anything
more than confused masses. Men and other animals be-
came absolutely invisible. ‘The roads became threads, and
the lakes ponds.

The doctor and his companions were in a very abnormal
state. An atmospheric current of great violence carried
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snow-fields caused them some astonishment. The appear-
ance of these mountains betokened some convulsion of the
sea during the first ages of the world’s existence.

The sun shone in the zenith, and his rays fell directly
upon these deserted summits. The doctor made an exact
plan of these mountains, which are formed of four distinct
elevations almost in a straight line, and of which the most
northern is the longest.

The ‘ Victoria” soon descended on the farther side of
the Rubeho, and passed over a wooded region in which
trees of a peculiarly dark green were freely scattered. Then
came crests and ravines in a sort of desert, which approaches
the territory of Ugogo. Lower down they sailed over
yellow plains, scorched, fissured, and here and _ there
amongst the desolation appeared saline plants and thorny
bushes. Some coppices, not far removed from actual
forests, studded the horizon. The doctor now approached
the ground, the grapnels were cast out, and one of them
soon got fixed in the branches of an immense sycamore.

Joe, sliding quickly into the tree, fixed the grapnel with
great care, The doctor left his blow-pipe sufficiently active
to ensure a certain ascensional force in the balloon, which
would keep it upright. The wind had rather suddenly
dropped.

“ Now,” said Ferguson, “take a coupie of guns, friend
Dick, for yourself and Joe, and see if you two cannot bring
back some prime slices of antelope for dinner.”

“ Hurrah for the chase !” cried Kennedy.

They descended. Joe let himself slide from branch to
branch, as if he wished to dislocate his limbs. ‘The doctor,
relieved of the weight of his companions, was enabled to
reduce his blow-pipe altogether.

“Don’t you fly away, sir, please,” cried Joe.

“Be quite easy, my lad; I am firmly fixed here. I am
about to put my notes in order. Good sport to you, and
be prudent. Meantime, from my post I shall keep a good
look-out, and at the least suspicious incident I will fire a
shot. That shall be the signal for return.”

“ All right,” replied the sportsmen.



78 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

nearly 500 geographical miles. Captains Burton and Speke
took four months and a half to accomplish the same
distance.”

CHAPTER XV.

Kazeh : the Market—Appearance of.the ‘‘ Victoria”—The Waganga—
The Sons of the Moon—The Doctor’s Expedition—Population—
The Royal ‘‘Tembe ”—The Sultan’s Wives—A Royal Drunkard
—Joe worshipped—How they Dance in the Moon—Change—Two
Moons in the same Sky—Instability of gaasi Divine Greatness.

Kazeu, an important place in Central Africa, is scarcely a
town properly so called ; there is not a town in the interior,
and Kazeh is only a collection of six immensé intrenched
camps. Within these are collected the houses and huts of
slaves with small courts and gardens, carefully cultivated
with onions, yams, melons, pumpkins, and mushrooms of a
perfect flavour are there grown to perfection.

Unyamwezy is the veritable Land of the Moon, the
fertile and beautiful park of Africa, in the centre of the
district of the Unyanembé, a delightful country, where some
Omani families, who are Arabs of the purest blood, live in
idleness. These people have for a long time trafficked in
the interior of Africa and in Arabia; they deal in gum,
ivory, striped cloths, slaves ; their caravans penetrate these
equatorial regions in all directions ; they there seek upon
the coast objects of pleasure and luxury for the rich mer-
chants, and they, surrounded by wives and slaves, live in
this beautiful country and enjoy an existence the least
agitated and the most horizontal possible, always stretched
at full length, laughing, smoking, or sleeping.

Around the camps are numerous native huts, large spaces
for the market fields of cannabis and datuna, of lovely trees
and most refreshing shade. Such is Kazeh,

_ There is also the general rendezvous for the caravans,
those from the south with slaves and ivory, and from the
west, which bring cotton and glass-ware to the tribes around
the Great Lakes. Also in the market there is a continual
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bred porters mingle with the sound of drums and cornets, the
whinnying of mules, the braying of donkeys, the songs of
women, the crying of children, and the blows of the rattan
of the jemidar, who beats the time in this pastoral symphony.

There are the wares exposed for sale without any kind
of order, even in a charming disorder. Showy stuffs,
coloured glass beads, ivory rhinoceros’ teeth, sharks’ teeth,
honey, tobacco, and cotton. There they carry on the most
strange bargains, where each object has no more value
except for the desires it excites.

Suddenly this hubbub and movement ceased, the noise
immediately subsided. The “ Victoria” had appeared in
the sky, sailing along majestically and descending slowly
without losing its vertical position. Men, women, children,
slaves, merchants, Arabs, and negroes all disappeared and
glided away into the “ tembes” and beneath the huts.

“My dear Samuel,” said Kennedy, ‘if we continue to
produce such an effect as this we shall have some difficulty
to establish commercial relations with these people.”

“There is, nevertheless, one very simple mercantile
transaction to be carried out,” said Joe; “that is, to quietly
descend and carry away the most valuable merchandise
without troubling the merchants. We should then get rich.”

“You see,” said the doctor, “that the natives have
only been terrified for the moment. They will not delay
to return, impelled either by superstition or curiosity.”

“You think so, sir?”

“We shall soon see, but it will be prudent to keep ata
little distance. The ‘Victoria’ is neither an ironclad nor
armoured. There is no shelter from a bullet nor from an
arrow.”

“Do you then intend to enter into conference with’
these Africans, my dear Samuel ?”

“Perhaps so—why not? There ought to be in Kazeh
Arab merchants who are not ignorant men. I remember
that Messrs. Burton and Speke were much pleased with the
hospitality of this town. So we can try our luck.”

The “ Victoria” gradually approached the earth, and

made fast one of the grapnels to the top of a tree near the
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The entire population now turned out; heads were
cautiously advanced. Many “ Waganga,” easily recognisable
by their badges of shell-fish, advanced boldly. They were
the sorcerers of the place. They carried at the waist small
gourds rubbed over with grease, and many objects of magic
use of a dirtiness, nevertheless, quite professional. By
degrees the crowd advanced to the sorcerers, the women
and children surrounded them, the drummers rivalled each
other in din, hands were clasped and held up towards the
sky.

“That is their manner of praying,” said Doctor Fer-
guson. “If I am not in error, we shall be called upon to
undertake an important part.”

“ Very well, sir,” said Joe, “ play it.”

“ Even you, my brave Joe, you may perhaps become a
god.”

“Well, sir, that won’t worry me much, and the incense
will be rather agreeable than otherwise.”

At this moment one of the sorcerers, a “ Waganga,”
made a gesture, and the clamour sank into profound silence.
He addressed some words to the travellers, but in a tongue
unknown to them.

Doctor Ferguson, not understanding what was said,
replied at hazard in a few words of Arabic, and was
immediately answered in that language.

The orator then delivered a flowing speech, very flowery
and very distinct. The doctor had no difficulty in per-
ceiving that the “Victoria” was actually taken for the moon
in person, and that this amiable goddess had deigned to
approach the town with her three sons, an honour which
would never be forgotten in that country—beloved by the
sun.

The doctor replied, with great dignity, that the moon
made every thousand years a departmental tour, feeling its
necessity of showing herself to her worshippers. He then
prayed them not to take advantage of and abuse her divine
presence by making known their wants and vows.

The sorcerer replied that the sultan, the “‘ Mwani,” had
been ill for many years, had asked the assistance of Heaven,
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The doctor imparted the invitation to his companions.

“And will you go to that nigger king?” said the
Scotchman.

“Certainly. These people appear to me to be well dis-
posed, the day is calm, there is scarcely a breath of wind.
We have nothing to fear for the “ Victoria.”

“ But what will you do?” ;

“Be quiet, my dear Dick; with a little medicine I will
manage to get out of it.”

Then addressing the crowd he said:

“The moon, taking pity upon the sovereign, so dear to
the people of Unyamwezy, has confided his recovery to our
hands. Let him prepare to receive us.”

The cries, shouts, and gesticulations were redoubled, and
the entire vast “ant-hill” of black heads was in motion.

“ Now, my friends,” said Doctor Ferguson, “it will be
necessary to be ready for anything ; we may be obliged to
retreat at any moment. Dick shall remain in the car, and
by means of the blow-pipe, keep up a sufficient ascensional
power. The grapnel is firmly fixed, so there is no danger on
that score. I will get down, Joe will also get out, but will
remain at the foot of the ladder.”

‘What, are you going alone to this blackamoor’s
house ?” asked Kennedy. _

“Why, Mr. Samuel, don’t you wish me to accompany
you through this?” said Joe.

“No, I shall go alone: these people imagine that the
moon has come to pay them a visit. Iam protected by
their superstition, so have no fear, and let each one remain
at his post as I have arranged.”

“Since you wish it,” said the Scot, “it shall be so.”

“Mind you attend to the expansion of the gas.”

“ All right.”

The cries of the natives again increased, they demanded
the intervention of heaven very energetically indeed.

“Do you hear?” cried Joe. “I think they are a little too
dictatorial to their beautiful moon and her sons.”

The doctor, supplied with his medicine-chest, came out
of the balloon, preceded by Joe, and descended. The
latter was as grave and dignified as was in his nature to be.

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He sat down at the foot of the ladder, and crossed his legs.
Arab-fashion—a portion of the crowd surrounded him at a
respectful distance.

Meantime, Doctor Ferguson, preceded by musicians, and
escorted by religious dancers, advanced slowly towards the
royal “ tembe,” situated some distance from the town. It
was now about three o’clock, and the sun was shining hotly
—he could not do less under the circumstances.

The doctor advanced with dignity ; the Waganga sur-
rounded him, and kept back the crowd. Ferguson was
soon joined by the natural son of the sultan, a well-made
young fellow, who, following the custom of the country,
was the sole inheritor of the parent’s goods and possessions,
to the exclusion of legitimate children. He prostrated him-
self before the son of the moon, who raised him with a
gracious gesture.

Three-quarters of an hour afterwards, through shady
paths in the midst of a luxuriant tropical vegetation, the
enthusiastic procession arrived at the palace of the sultan,
a kind of square house, called Ititenya, and situated upon
the slope of a hill. A species of verandah, made by the
straw roof, covered the exterior, and was supported by
wooden posts, with some pretension to carving displayed
upon them. Long streaks of reddish clay ornamented the
walls, attempts to depict men and snakes, the latter being
naturally more successful than the former. The roof of this
habitation did not rest directly upon the walls, so the air
could circulate freely, though there were no windows and
scarcely a door.

Doctor Ferguson was received with great honours by the
guards and favourites, men of a handsome race, the Wan-
yamwezi, a pure type of the population of Central Africa,
strong and healthy, well made, and erect in their bearing.
Their hair, divided into a quantity of small curls, fell down
upon their shoulders ; and by means of incisionscoloured black
or blue, they tattooed their cheeks from the temples to the
mouth, Their ears, very much distended, were ornamented
with discs of wood and gum copal; they were clothed with
emeu, brilliantly coloured; the soldiers, well armed with
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cutlasses and “simes,” a long saw-toothed sword, and
hatchets.

The doctor entered the palace. There, in describing
the sultan’s symptoms, the hubbub, already great, was re-
doubled. The doctor remarked on the lintel of the door
that tails of hares and zebras’ manes were suspended as
talismans. He was received by a troop of Her Majesty’s
ladies to the harmonious accompaniment of the “ upatu,” a
kind of cymbal constructed from the bottom of copper pots,
and of the “ kilindo,” a drum about five feet high, hollowed
out from the trunk of a tree, and which is played by two
performers, hammering it as hard as possible with their fists.

The greater number of the women appeared very pretty,
and laughingly smoked tobacco and “ thang” in large black
pipes. They appeared to be well formed, so far as the long
and graceful robe permitted their figures to be seen, and
wore a kind of kilt of calabash fibres fastened round their
waists.

Six of them, though destined to be sacrificed, were by no
means the least gay of the assembly. At the death of the
sultan they were to be buried alive with him, so as to keep
him company in his otherwise somewhat distressing solitude.

Doctor Ferguson, having taken all this in at a glance,
advanced towards the monarch’s couch. There he saw a man
of about forty, perfectly brutalised by dissipation of all kinds,
and for whom he could do nothing. His malady, which
had lasted some years, was nothing but constant intoxication.
This royal drunkard had by degrees lost consciousness, and
all the ammonia in the world could not cure him.

The favourites and the women, bending their knees,
bowed themselves down during this solemn visit. By means
of a few drops of a strong cordial, the doctor for a moment
animated the stupefied body. The sultan moved, and for
a corpse which had given no sign of existence for hours, to
Ha at all was hailed with acclamations in honour of the

octor.

He, who had had enough of it, put his would-be worship-
pers aside by a rapid movement, and quitted the palace.
He made towards the “ Victoria,” for it was now six o’clock.

Joe, during his master’s absence, waited patiently at the

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foot of the ladder, the crowd paying him the greatest
attention, As a true son of the moon he accepted the
position. For a god he had the appearance of a brave man
enough, not at all proud, even with young African ladies,
who never ceased to stare at him. He also conversed
amicably with them.

“Keep worshipping, ladies, keep it up,” he said. . “I
am a pretty good sort of devil, although the son of a
goddess.”

They offered him propitiatory gifts, usually placed in the
“mzimu” or fetish-houses. These consisted of barley and
“pembe.” Joe felt himself constrained to taste this species
of strong beer, but his palate, though not unaccustomed to
gin or whisky, could not stand that. He made a fearful
grimace, which the audience took for an amiable smile.

Then the young girls, setting up a slow sort of chanting,
executed a solemn dance round him.

“Ah! you dance, do you? Very well, I will not be
behind-hand with you, and will show you a dance of my
country.”

He then began a most extraordinary kind of jig, turning
over, throwing himself about in all directions, dancing on
his feet, on his knees, on his hands, and twisting himself in
the most extraordinary contortions and incredible positions,
accompanied by the most horrible grimaces, thus giving the
people a strange notion of the manner in which the gods
dance in the moon.

Now all Africans are as imitative as apes, and very
quickly did his audience reproduce his behaviour, gambols,
and contortions ; they did not lose a gesture, they did not
forget an attitude; the result being a hubbub and commo-
tion of which it is difficult to give the least idea. In the
midst of all this festivity Joe perceived the doctor.

He was approaching hastily in the centre of a yelling
and disordered crowd. The sorcerers and priests appeared
to be the most excited. They surrounded and pressed upon
the doctor with threatening gestures. What a strange alter-
ation. What had happened? Had the sultan unfortunately
died under the celestial doctor’s hands?

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comprehending the cause. The balloon, pulling strongly,
was stretching the rope that held it as if impatient to mse
into the air.

The doctor came to the foot of the ladder. A super-
stitious fear still kept back the crowd and prevented their
using violence; he rapidly ascended and Joe quickly
followed.

“There is not an instant to lose,” said his master.
“Never mind detaching the grapnel. We must cut the
cord. Follow me.”

“‘ What is it?” said Joe, ascending.

“ What has happened?” cried Kennedy, carbine in hand.

“Look there!” replied the doctor, pointing towards the
horizon.

“ Well?” asked the Scot.

“Well! it’s the soon /”

In fact the moon, red and glorious as a globe of fire
upon an azure background, was then rising—she and the
“ Victoria” together.

Either, therefore, there were two moons, or the strangers
were nothing but impostors and false gods. Such were the
natural thoughts of the crowd. Hence the change.

Joe could not help laughing heartily. The people of
Kazeh, beginning to understand that their prey would escape,
gave vent to prolonged howls, and bows and guns were
directed towards the balloon. But at a sign from one of the
sorcerers the weapons were lowered, he jumped into the
tree with the intention to seize the rope of the grapnel and
bring the balloon to the ground.

Joe leaned over with a hatchet in his hand,

“ Shall I cut it?” he asked.

“Wait a little,” said the doctor.

“But that nigger: ” .

“We may perhaps save our grapnel, and I think so. We
can cut it at any time.”

The sorcerer, having gained the tree, went to work so
vigorously in the branches that he detached the grapnel,
which, being violently dragged by the balloon, caught the
sorcerer between the legs, and so he, astride on this unex-
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The crowd were stupefied to perceive one of their
Waganga launched into space.

“Hurrah !” cried Joe, as the “ Victoria” mounted very
rapidly. -

“ He holds tight,” said Kennedy ; “a little journey will
do him good.”

“Shall we let him go altogether?” suggested Joe.

“For shame!” replied the doctor. ‘We will put him
gently down presently, and I believe that after such an
adventure his magical power will be singularly increased in
his companions’ estimation.”

“‘T daresay they will make a god of him,” said Joe.

The “Victoria” had now arrived at an elevation of
about 1,000 feet. The negro held on to the cord with
tremendous energy. He was quite silent, and his eyes
were fixed. His terror mastered his astonishment com-
pletely. A light breeze carried the balloon below the
town.

Half an hour later, the doctor, seeing the coast was
clear, moderated the blow-pipe and approached the earth.
At twenty feet from the ground the sorcerer took courage
and dropped, fell upon his feet, and ran towards Kazeh at
the top of his speed, while the “Victoria” once more
ascended into the air.

CHAPTER XVI.

Symptoms of a Storm—The Country of the Moon—The Future of Africa
—The last Machine of all—View of the Country at Sunset—Flora
and Fauna—The Storm—The Fiery Zone—Starlight.

“THERE!” cried Joe, “that comes of being sons of the
moon without leave. That satellite was very nearly playing
us a shabby trick. Do you think, now, sir, that you in any
way compromised her reputation by your medicine?”

“ By-the-by,” said the Scot, “who is this sultan of
Kazeh?”

“An old, half-dead drunkard, whose loss will not be
very much felt ; but the moral of the thing is this: that
honours are ephemeral, and we ought only to taste them.”



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“So much the worse,” said Joe; “that was my case.
To be adored, to play the god at one’s pleasure, when, all
of a sudden, the moon rises with a very red face to show
she does not approve of it.”

During this conversation, and subsequently, while Joe
was examining the evening star from an entirely new point
of view, the sky towards the north was covering itself with
heavy clouds—with heavy and threatening clouds too. A
pretty brisk breeze had sprung up at 300 feet from the
ground, and was impelling the “ Victoria” towards the north-
north-east.

Overhead the sky was clear, but the air felt heavy.

The travellers found themselves about eight o’clock in-
32° 40’ longitude, and latitude 4° 17’; the atmospheric cur-
rents, under the influence of an approaching storm, hurried
them forward at the rate of thirty-five miles an hour.

The fertile and undulating plains of Mfuto passed rapidly
beneath. The view was worthy of admiration, and was duly
admired.

“We are now regularly in the country of the moon,”
said Doctor Ferguson, “for it has retained this name,
which was anciently bestowed upon it, doubtless, because
the moon has been. always worshipped here. It is indeed
a magnificent district, and it would be difficult to find a
more beautiful vegetation.”

“ That sort of thing would not be natural near London,”
said Joe, “ but it would be very pleasant. Why are all those
lovely things reserved for these barbarous countries ?”

“How do you know that some day this country will not
have become the centre of civilisation? The people of the
future ages may come here when the countries of Europe
can no longer support their inhabitants.”

‘Do you believe that?” asked Kennedy.

“Certainly, my dear Dick. Look at the march of events,
consider the successive emigrations of the human race, and
you will arrive at the same conclusion as I have. Is it not
true that Asia was the first nurse of the world? For
4,000 years, perhaps, she was fruitful and bore her children,
and then when stones appear where the golden crops
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bosom. . They then are seen invading Europe, young and
strong, which nourishes them for 2,000 years, But she
is already losing her fertility, her producing qualities are
diminishing every day; these new evils each year which
attack the produce of the soil, the deceptive harvests, the
insufficient supplies, all are undoubted signs of decreasing
vitality, of approaching weakness. Also, you can already
perceive that people are throwing themselves upon the
richer bosom of America, not-indeed inexhaustible, but still
inexhausted. In its turn, this newer Continent will become
old. Its virgin forests will fall under the axe of industry,
its soil will be enervated, because it had produced too much,
as too much was demanded of it.

“There, where two crops would grow every year, scarcely
one will come to the sickle, Then Africa will offer to new
generations the accumulated treasures of centuries. The
fatality of the climate to strangers will yield to the purifying
influence of distribution of crops and drainage: the scat-
tered streams will be united in one navigable river; and
this district, over which we are passing, more fertile, richer,
quicker producing than the others, will become some great
kingdom, where discoveries will be made even more won-
derful than steam and the electric telegraph.”

“ Ah, sir,” said Joe, ‘‘I should like to see all that.”

“You were born a trifle too soon, my lad,” said the
doctor.

“ After all, that will be perhaps a more tiresome period
than that in which industry will absorb all to its profit. In
consequence of inventing machines, men will be devoured
by them. I am always picturing to myself that the last day
of the world will be when some immense boiler, heated up
to three thousand millions of atmospheres, will blow our
globe into space.”

“ And I daresay the Americans will not be the last to
work at the machine,” said Joe. ‘In fact, those people are
wonderful tinkers; but, without letting ourselves be carried
away by such discussions, let us admire the ‘Land of the
Mocn,’ since we are in a position to see it.”

The sun was pouring his last rays beneath the
heaped-up masses of cloud, and was gilding the small eleva-



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tions with a golden crest. The huge trees, arborescent
herbs, the cut corn, all had a share of the luminous rays,
The earth, gently undulating, rose here and there into little
conical hills. There were no mountains to break the
horizon. Immense brambly palisades, impassable hedges,
thorny jungles separated the cleared spaces in which
numerous villages were spread out. The gigantic euphorbia
surrounded them with natural fortifications, entwining them-
selves with the coral-like branches of the shrubs.

They soon came in sight of the Malagazari, the principal
tributary of Lake Tanganayika, which wound round the
verdant masses of vegetation. Into this river ran numerous
watercourses, born of the torrents overflowed during the
great rising of the waters, or from ponds hollowed out in the
clayey soil. It appeared to the observers, elevated as they
were, that a regular network of cascades was flowing over
the face of the country.

Immense beasts with humps were feeding in the prairies,
and ccasionally disappeared altogether in the long grass ;
the forests, of a wonderful species of trees, appeared like
enormous bouquets, but in these bouquets, lions, leopards,
hyzenas, and tigers took refuge from the declining heat of the
day. Sometimes an elephant made the coppices shake, and
they distinctly heard the crashing of the trees which gave
way before his tusks.

“ What a hunting country !” exclaimed Kennedy, enthu-
slastically ; “a bullet sent in there at hazard, right into the
forest, would meet with game worthy of it. Can we not
have a try at it?”

“No, no, my dear Dick; night is upon us, and a rather

‘nasty’ night too, bringing a storm up with it. Storms in
this country are no joke, I can tell you, where the earth
plays the part of an immense electric battery.”

“You are right, sir,” said Joe; “the heat is becoming
stifling, the breeze has quite died away, and one feels that
something is going to happen.”

“The atmosphere 1 is surcharged with electricity,” replied
the doctor ; “every living thing is aware of the state of the
air which precedes a conflict of the elements; but I confess I
never have been impregnated with it at such a height myself.”



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“Well,” said the Scot, “should we not rather de
scend ?”

“ On the contrary, Dick, I would rather go higher up
I fear only to be hurried out of my course during the cross
atmospheric currents.”

“Do you wish, then, to abandon our route towards the
coast ?”

“Tf possible,” replied Ferguson, “I will go more
directly towards the north for seven or eight degrees. I
will endeavour to go up towards the supposed latitude of the
sources of the Nile. Perhaps we shall discover some traces
of Captain Speke’s expedition, or even the caravan of M. de
Heuglin. If my calculations be correct, we are in 32° 40"
longitude, and I should like to go up beyond the equator.”

“ Look here,” cried Kennedy, interrupting, “look at
those hippopotami swimming about the pools—what masses
of flesh they are—and see the crocodiles gasping in their
attempts to breathe.”

“They are choking,” said Joe. “Ah! what a splendid
way this is to travel, and how we can despise all those hor-
rible vermin. Mr. Samuel, Mr. Kennedy—look at those
bands of animals marching closely together. There must be
200 of them, at least ; they are wolves.”

“ No, Joe, but wild dogs; a famous breed, which have
no scruple in attacking lions. To meet such a pack is the
most fearful experience a traveller can undergo. He would
be immediately torn in pieces.”

“Well, it will not be Joseph who will endeavour to
muzzle them,” replied that pleasant youth ; “after all, it is
their nature, and one needn’t see much of them.”

All this time a dread silence was falling around little by
little, under the influence of the approaching storm. It
seemed as if the heavy air had become incapable of trans-
mitting sounds ; the atmosphere appeared thickened, and,
like a room hung with tapestry, lost all sonorousness. The
pigeons, the crested crane, the red and blue jays, the mock-
ing birds, the moucherolles, hid themselves in the leafy
trees. All nature betrayed the symptoms of an approaching
convulsion. At nine o’clock in the evening, the “ Victoria ”
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villages scarcely distinguishable in the gloom. Sometimes
the reflection of stray beams of light in the dark water indi-
cated the regularly placed ditches, and, by an opening in
the clouds, they could descry the dark forms of palms, tama-
rinds, sycamores, and the gigantic euphorbia.

“T am stifled,” said the Scot, taking a full breath.

“We are not moving any longer. Shall we descend ?”

“But how about the storm?” said the doctor, who was
not very comfortable.

“Tf you are afraid of being carried away by the wind, it
seems to me you can do nothing else.”

“ The storm may not burst to-night,” replied Joe; “the
clouds are very high.”

“ That is the very reason I am hesitating to pass them ;
we should have to go so very high up, and lose-sight of the
earth, and would not know all night whether we were
making any ‘way,’ or, if so, in what direction we were
moving.”

“ Well, make up your mind, my dear Samuel; time
presses.”

“Tt is very annoying that the wind has dropped,” said
Joe; “it might have carried us out of reach of the storm.”

“That is certainly to be regretted, my friends, as the
clouds are very dangerous ; they contain opposing currents,
which may enclose us in their whirlwinds, and the lightning
may set us on fire. On the other, hand the force of the
squall might precipitate us to the ground if we made fast
the grapnel to the top of a tree.”

“Then what is to be done ?”

We must keep the “ Victoria” in a middle zone between
the earth and the perils of the sky. We have a sufficient
quantity of water for the blow-pipe, and our 200 lbs. of
ballast is intact. Ata pinch I can make use of it without
assistance.”

“We are going to sit up with you,” said the Scot.

“No, my friends ; put the provisions in the tent and go
to bed. I will call you if necessary.”

“ But, sir, why will you not take some rest yourself, since
nothing threatens us yet ?”

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are motionless, and if circumstances do not change we shall
find ourselves in the same place to-morrow.”

“ Good night, sir.”

“Good night, if that be possible.”

Kennedy and Joe then lay down, and the doctor re-
mained by himself—alone in space. Nevertheless, the
clouds insensibly descended and the darkness. became
profound. ,

The black arch of heaven spread across the terrestrial
globe as if about to overwhelm it.

Suddenly a vivid flash lit up the gloom; the opening in
the cloud had scarcely closed when a terrific peal of thunder
shook the depths of the sky.

“Get up, get up!” cried Ferguson. The two sleepers,
roused by the appalling thunder-crash, held themselves in
readiness to execute his orders.

“ Are you going down ?” asked Kennedy.

“No; the balloon would never hold out there. Let us
ascend before the rain comes and the wind gets up.” And
he rapidly urged the flame of the blow-pipe.

Tropical storms are developed with a rapidity propor-
tionate to their violence.. A second flash broke the cloud,
and was immediately followed by twenty others. The sky
was radiant with electric sparks, which shrivelled up under
the heavy drops of rain.

“We have delayed too long,” said the doctor. “We
must now pass through a belt of fire with our balloon filled
with inflammable air.”

“But the ground, the ground !” repeated Kennedy.

“ The risk of being struck would be almost the same, and
we should be quickly knocked to pieces against the branches
of trees,” said the doctor.

“We are ascending, Mr. Samuel.”

“ Quicker! quicker !”

In this part of Africa, during the equinoctial gales, it is
not an uncommon experience to count thirty to thirty-five
flashes of lightning per minute. The sky is literally on fire,
and the thunder is continuous.

The wind rages with terrific violence in this fiery atmo-
sphere, it twists and tears the clouds, and it has been com-



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pared to the blowing of an immense bellows which keeps all
this fire in activity.

Doctor Ferguson maintained his blow-pipe at full pres-
sure ; the balloon expanded and ascended. On his knees
in the centre of the car Kennedy kept hold of the curtains
of the tent. The balloon gyrated enough to give the
travellers vertigo, and they suffered from the uneven oscilla-
tions. Large holes were torn in the outer covering of the
balloon, and the wind roared in and out these with violence,
the taffetas cracked under the pressure.

A sort of hail, preceded by a rushing sound, hissed
through the air and crackled upon the “ Victoria.” It
nevertheless continued to ascend ; the lightning described
flaming tangents from its circumference ; it was in the very
heart of the storm.

“God preserve us!” said Ferguson, “we are in His
hands. He alone can save us. Let us be prepared for
any event, even for fire ; our fall cannot be very rapid.”

The doctor’s voice was scarcely heard by his com-
panions, but they could see him standing unmoved in the
midst of the flashing lightnings; and he kept looking at
the “corpse-light” that flickered upon the network of the
balloon.

The balloon itself swayed and rolled, but kept ascend-
ing; at the end of fifteen minutes it had passed the line of
storm-cloud. The electric discharges were now beneath
it like an immense crown of artificial fire hanging from the
car.

This was one of the most beautiful sights that nature
could present to man. Below the storm raged. Above was
the starry, quiet, and silent Heaven, with the moon throwing
her peaceful rays upon the angry clouds.

Doctor Ferguson looked at the barometer : it indicated
12,000 feet elevation. The time was eleven o’clock.

“Thank Heaven the danger is over,” said he; “ we have
now only to remain here as we are,”

“Tt was awful,” said Kennedy.

“Yes,” replied Joe, ‘that gives a little change to our
journey, and I am not sorry to have seen a storm from such
a height. It was a magnificent sight indeed.”



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CHAPTER XVII.

The Mountains of the Moon—An Ocean of Verdure—The Anchor
cast out—The Elephant harnessed—A Quick Volley—Death of
the Elephant—The Field Oven—Dinner on the Grass—Night on
the Ground.

AszouT six o’clock in the morning (Sunday) the sun rose
above the horizon, the clouds dispersed, and a pleasant
breeze tempered the first rays of the morning light.

The sweetly-refreshed earth again became visible to the
travellers. The balloon, having been turning round in the
midst of opposing currents, had scarcely drifted at all, and
the doctor, permitting the gas to contract, descended at
length to strike a more northerly direction. For a long
time his search was vain, the breeze carried him to the
west, even within sight of the celebrated Mountains of the
Moon, which rise up in a semicircle round the end of Lake
Tanganayika. Their chain, but little broken, stood out
against the bluish horizon—a natural fortification, as it were,
impassable to explorers of the centre of Africa ; some of the
peaks bore traces of eternal snow.

“We are now in an unexplored country,” said the
doctor ; ‘‘ Captains Burton and Speke advanced far into the
west, but they were not able to reach these celebrated
mountains, Burton even denied their existence as affirmed
by his companion ; he pretended that they only existed in
the imagination of the latter. For us, my friends, no doubt
is possible.”

“Shall we pass over them ?” asked Kennedy,:

“T hope not. I expect to find a favourable wind to
bring me back to the equator. I will wait for it even, if
necessary, and treat the ‘Victoria’ like a ship that casts
anchor when the wind is contrary.”

The prognostications of the doctor were soon realised.
After having tried different elevations, the “ Victoria” sailed
away to the north-east at a moderate speed.

“We are in the right direction,” said he, consulting the
barometer as he spoke, “and scarcely 200 feet from the
ground; the circumstances are most favourable to explore
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to discover Lake Ukéréoné, went up more to the east in a
straight line above Kazeh.”

“Shall we go long in this direction ?” asked Kennedy.

“Perhaps. Our aim is to strike a point near the sources
of the Nile, and we have more than 600 miles to traverse to
the extreme limit reached by the explorers from the north.”

“ And shall we not put our feet on the ground: in order
to stretch our legs ?” said Joe.

“Yes, certainly. We must also be sparing of our larder,
and on the way you will be able to provide. us with fresh
meats.” ‘

“ As soon as ever you like, friend Samuel.”

“We shall also have to replenish our supply of water.
Who knows we may not be borne away towards barren
districts? We must therefore take precautions.”

At mid-day the “Victoria” was in 29° 15’ long. and
3° 15’ lat. It passed over the village of Uyofu, the northern
boundary of Unyamwezi, abreast of the Lake Ukéréoné,
which they had not hitherto been able to perceive.

The tribes near the equator appeared to be a little more
civilised, and are governed by absolute monarchs, whose
despotism is unlimited. Their very close union constitutes
the province of Karaywah.

The three travellers decided that they would descend at
the first favourable landing-place. They proposed to make
a lengthy halt, and the balloon was to be carefully examined ;
so the flame of the blow-pipe-was moderated. The grapnels,
thrown from the car, soon came in contact with the high
grass of an immense prairie; at a little distance it ap-
peared to be covered with close verdure, but in reality the
grass was seven or eight feet high.

The “ Victoria” skimmed over the grass without bend-
ing it, like an immense butterfly. Nothing was in sight; it
was like an ocean of verdure without a single wave.

“We may go a long time like this,” said Kennedy. “I
do not perceive a tree to which we can fasten ourselves. It
appears to me that the chase must be given up.”

_ “Wait, my dear Dick; you never could hunt in grass
higher than yourself. We shall find a favourable place
presently.”



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It was, indeed, a charming excursion—a veritable naviga-
tion upon this sea—so beautifully green, almost transparent
—undulating softly at the breathing of the wind. The boat
now justified its name, and appeared to cleave the waves,
except when a flight of birds with splendid plumage escaped
sometimes from the high grass, and with a thousand joyous
cries broke the illusion. The grapnels plunged into this lake
of flowers and formed a furrow which immediately closed
behind them like the wake of a vessel.

All at once the balloon experienced a great shock; the
grapnel had no doubt been caught in the fissure of a rock
concealed beneath the gigantic grass.

“We have caught,” said Joe.

“ All right, throw out the ladder,” said Kennedy.

These words had scarcely been uttered, when a sharp
cry resounded through the air, and was thus commented
upon by the travellers:

“What's that?” said one.

“ A most singular cry !”

“ Hollo ! we are moving.”

“The anchor has detached.”

“No, it is all right,’ said Joe, who was hauling at the
rope. ‘It is the rock that moves.”

A great disturbance was now perceived in the grass,
and soon a long and sinuous form raised itself over them.

“ A serpent !” cried Joe.

“A serpent !” said Kennedy, snatching up a carbine.

“No,” said the doctor, “it is the trunk of an elephant.”

“An elephant, Samuel?” and Kennedy, as he spoke,
brought the gun to his shoulder.

“Wait, Dick, wait.”

“Without doubt, the animal will pull us along.”

“ And in the right direction, Joe.”

The elephant advanced with some rapidity, and soon
arrived at an open space, where they had an uninterrupted
view of him. In his enormous bulk, the doctor recognised
the male of a magnificent species ; he had two beautiful
tusks, with a most graceful curve, ~-which appeared about
eight feet long—the flukes of the grapnel were firmly fas-
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FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 97

The animal tried in vain with his trunk to loose the cord
that bound him to the car.

“ Go ahead cheerily !” cried Joe delighted, and doing his
best to urge on this strange turn-out. ‘‘Here is quite a new
way of travelling. Talk of a horse, indeed! An elephant,
if you please.”

‘But where will he lead us to?” asked Kennedy, shift-
ing his gun from hand to hand.

“ He will take us wherever he likes, my dear Dick; have
a little patience.”

“Wig a more! wig a more! as the Scotch peasants say,”
cried the delighted Joe. ‘Go on, go on.”

The animal broke into a rapid gallop, he flung his trunk
from right to left, and in his boundings he gave some violent
shocks to the car. The doctor, axe in hand, was ready to
cut the rope if occasion demanded.

“ But,” said he, “ we will not give up our anchor till the
last moment.”

This race at the tail of an elephant lasted nearly an
hour and a half. The animal did not appear in any way
fatigued. These enormous quadrupeds can keep up a trot
for a considerable time, and day after day they accomplish
immense distances, like the whales, whose size and speed
they possess.

“‘T believe it is a whale we have harpooned,” said Joe,
“ and we are only imitating the manceuvres of the whalers
when fishing.”

But a change in the nature of the ground obliged the
doctor to modify his mode of progression.

A thick wood appeared towards the north of the prairie,
about three miles distant ; it then became absolutely neces-
sary that the balloon should be separated from its con-
ductor.

So Kennedy was assigned the duty of stopping the
elephant. He shouldered his carbine, but his position was
not-favourable to strike the animal successfully. The first
ball fired at the skull was flattened as if against an iron
piate. The elephant did not appear the least incon-
venienced. At the sound of the discharge he accelerated his
pace, and his speed was now that of a horse at full gallop.

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98 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ The devil!” exclaimed Kennedy.

“What a hard head he must have,” said Joe.

“We must try a conical bullet in the shoulders,” said
Dick, loading his gun with great care. He. fired. The
elephant uttered a fearful scream, but still went on
gallantly.

‘Look here,” said Joe, taking up one of the rifles, “T
must help you, Mr. Dick, or we shall never get to the end
of this.”

And two bullets were quickly lodged in the flank of the
animal. He stopped, raised his trunk high in the air, and
then continued his rapid course towards the wood. He
kept shaking his enormous head, and blood began to flow
from his wounds.

“Let us keep firing, Mr. Dick,” said Joe.

“ Yes, and well-sustained fire, too,” said the doctor ; “we
are only a few yards from the wood.”

Ten shots were rapidly fired; the elephant made a terrific
bound; the car and the balloon cracked as if they were
coming to pieces. The shock caused the doctor to drop
the axe to the ground.

Their situation: was critical. The rope of the grapnel
was fastened so tightly that it could not be detached, nor
could it be cut by the knives the travellers possessed. The
balloon was rapidly nearing the wood when the elephant
received a bullet in the eye at the moment he raised his
head. He stopped, appeared to hesitate for a moment,
then his knees bent beneath him, and he exposed his flank
to the assailants.

“Now for a bullet in his heart,” cried Kennedy, as he
discharged his carbine for the last time.

The elephant uttered a roar of agony and distress, half-
raised himself for an instant as he waved his trunk to and
fro, and then fell with all his immense weight upon one of
his tusks, which was broken short off. He was: dead.

“ His tusk is broken,” cried Kennedy. “That ivory
would fetch thirty-five guineas the hundredweight in Eng-
land.”

“So much for that,” said Joe, as he lowered himself to
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“Why these regrets, my dear Dick?” replied the doctor.
“We are not ivory merchants, and we have not come here
to make our fortunes, have we ?”

Joe inspected the grapnel. It was still firmly fastened
to the remaining tusk. Samuel and Dick got down on the
ground while the halfinflated balloon hovered above the
carcase of the elephant.

“What a splendid beast,” cried Kennedy. ‘ What an
enormous mass he is. I have never, even in India, seen
such a fine fellow.”

“That is not so surprising, my dear Dick. The ele-
phants of Central Africa are the biggest naturally. They
have been hunted so much in the neighbourhood of the
Cape by the Andersons and the Cummings, that they have
migrated towards the equator, where we shall frequently
meet them in large numbers.”

“In the meantime,” said Joe, “I hope we shall have a
taste of this fellow. I will pledge myself to provide you a
savoury meal at this gentleman’s expense. Mr. Kennedy
can go hunting for an hour or two; Mr. Samuel can inspect
and overhaul the ‘ Victoria,’ and I will play the cook.”

“That is well arranged,” replied the doctor. “So each
to his occupation.”

“ Well, I shall take the two hours’ liberty that Joe has
been so kind as to give me,” said Kennedy.

“ By all means, my friend, but don’t be rash. Do not
go too far.”

“You may be easy on that score,” said Dick ; and, armed
with his rifle, he plunged into the wood.

Then Joe set about his avocations. First, he made a
-hole in the ground about two feet deep, which he filled with
the dead branches of trees which strewed the ground in
consequence of the passages forced through the woods by
the elephants, traces of which were clearly seen. The hole
filled up, he thrust in at the top a log about two feet long,
and set fire to it. a

He then turned ‘to the elephant, which had fallen only
about fifty yards from the wood, and dexterously cut off the
trunk, which measured nearly two feet wide at the head.
He chose the most delicate portions, and added one of the

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sponge-like feet. These are considered the tid-bits of the
animal, as is the buffalo-hump, the paws of the bear, or the
boar’s head.

When the log was completely consumed inside and out-
side, the hole, emptied of the cinders and ashes, was very
hot, so the pieces of the elephant’s flesh, wrapped in aro-
matic leaves, were laid at the bottom of this improvised
furnace, and covered with the hot embers. Then Joe
placed a second log over all, and when the wood was burned
out, the meat was done to a-turn.

Then Joe took the dinner from the oven, placed it upon
green leaves, and laid the repast in the centre of a meadow-
like space. He brought the biscuits, brandy, and coffee,
and fetched some fresh and sparkling water from a neigh-
bouring stream. ;

The feast thus sent up was pleasant to behold, and
Joe, without vanity, thought that it would be very good to
eat. ;

“ Here,” he said to himself, “here is a journey without
danger, meals when you choose, and sleep when you like :
what cana man want more? And that good Mr. Kennedy
did not want to come !”

Doctor Ferguson, for his part, was devoting himself to a
thorough examination of his balloon. It did not appear to
have suffered by the storm, the taffetas and gutta-percha had
resisted wonderfully. Taking the actual distance from the
ground, and calculating the ascensional force of the balloon,
he perceived with satisfaction that the hydrogen was still in
the same volume. The envelope up to this time had
remained impermeable.

It was only five days since the travellers had quitted
Zanzibar, the pemmican had not been cut, the store of
biscuit and preserved meat was sufficient for a long period,
and they had only to renew their reserve of water.

The tubes and the coil appeared to be in perfect
order; thanks to their india-rubber joints, they yielded to
all the oscillations of the balloon.

Having finished his inspection, the doctor put his notes
in order. He made a most successful sketch of the sur-
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eye could reach, the forest, and the balloon standing
motionless over the body of the enormous elephant.

At the end of the two hours Kennedy returned with a
string of partridges and a haunch of venison cut from the
oryx—a sort of gemsbok, the most agile species of ante-
lopes. Joe took upon himself to prepare this addition to
the repast. ;

“Dinner is ready !” he soon cried, in his cheery voice.
And the three travellers had only to seat themselves upon
the verdant meadow. The feet and trunk of the elephant
were pronounced exquisite. They drank to “Old Eng-
land,” as usual, and some delicious havannas perfumed the
air of this beautiful region for the first time.

Kennedy ate, drank, and talked enough for four. He
was intoxicated with the surroundings. He seriously pro-
posed to the doctor to remain in that forest, and to con-
struct a leafy cabin, and begin a sort of African Robinson
Crusoe life.

This proposition was not otherwise followed up, although
Joe promised himself to take the part of “ Friday.”

The country appeared so quiet, so deserted, that the
Doctor determined to pass the night on the ground. Joe
made a circle of fire, an indispensable barricade against
wild beasts. Hyzenas, cougars, and jackals, attracted by
the scent of the elephant’s carcase, came prowling around.
Kennedy occasionally sent a shot after the most pressing of
these visitors, but the night passed without any unpleasant
incident.

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Karagwah—Lake Ukéréoné—A Night on an Island—The
Equator—Crossing the Lake—The Waterfalls—View of the
Country—The Sources of the Nile—Isle Benga—Signature of
Andrea Debono—The Royal Standard of England.

NExr morning, at five o’clock, they prepared to depart.
Joe, with the axe which he had fortunately recovered,’ cut
off the elephant’s tusks. The “Victoria,” restored to
liberty, carried our travellers to the north-east at a speed of
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102 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

The doctor had carefully ascertained his position by
the altitude of the stars during the night. He made it
2° 4' latitude below the equator, or say 160 geographical
miles distant from it. They now passed over several
villages without noticing the cries their appearance pro-
voked. He took notes of the form of the locality with
rapid sketches. He crossed over the slopes of the Rubemhé,
almost as steep as the summits of the Ousagara, and later
on reached the Tenga, the first spurs of the Karagwah
chain, which, according to him, are the commencement of
the Mountains of the Moon. Now the old legend, which
states that these hills are the cradle of the Nile, appears to
be not far from the truth, inasmuch as they border upon
Lake Ukéréoné, the supposed reservoir for the waters of
the big river.

From Kafuero, a large district of the native merchants,
he perceived at length on the horizon the long-sought lake
which Captain Speke got a glimpse of on the 3rd August,
1858.

Samuel Ferguson was moved. He had almost arrived
at one of the principal points of his expedition, and, tele-
scope in hand, he did not lose a corner of this mysterious
country which his gaze thus drank in.

Beneath him the ground appeared generally exhausted ;
there was scarcely a hollow cultivated ; the plain, dotted here
and there with mounds of medium elevation, became level
as it approached the lake ; fields of barley took the place of
rice. ‘There was the plantain, from which the wine of the
country is made, and the “mwani,” a wild plant that yields
coffee. A collection of fifty circular huts, covered with a
flowery thatch, constituted the capital of Karagwah. They
could easily distinguish the astonished faces of a race
apparently good-looking and of a yellowish-brown colour.
Women of a most incredible corpulence were working in the
fields, and the doctor astonished his companions by inform-
ing them that this stoutness, which is highly appreciated, is
obtained by an obligatory diet of curdled milk.

At mid-day the “‘ Victoria” was in 1° 45’ South latitude ;
in an hour the wind carried it over the lake.

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this place it measures ninety miles wide. At its southern ex-
tremity the Captain found a group of islands which he
designated the Archipelago of Bengal. He pushed his re-
searches as far as Muanza on the eastern side, where he
was well received by the sultan. He made a triangulation
of this part of the lake ; but he could not procure a boat
either to cross it or to visit the great island of Ukéréoné.
This very populous island is governed by three sultans, and
only forms a peninsula at low water.

The “ Victoria” approached the lake more towards the
north to the doctor’s great disappointment, who wanted to
‘note the lower bends. The banks bristled with thorny
thickets and tangled brushwood, and were entirely hidden
under a cloud of millions of mosquitos of a clear brown
colour; the country then appeared to be uninhabitable and
uninhabited. They could see troops of hippopotami wal-
lowing amidst the reeds, whence they plunged beneath the
pellucid water of the lake.

The lake, seen from above, extended to such a distance
towards the west as almost to appear asea. The distance
between the opposite sides of the lake is too great for the
establishment of communications ; besides, the storms are
so frequent and so fierce, for the winds rage terribly in that
elevated and open basin.

The doctor had some difficulty to manage the balloon—
he was afraid of being carried away towards the east; but
fortunately a current bore him directly to the north, and at
6 p.m. the “Victoria” pulled up at a small desolate island in
o° 30’ lat. and 32° 52’ long., about twenty miles from the
border of the lake.

The travellers were enabled to make the balloon fast to
a tree, and the wind having dropped as evening came on,
they remained quietly at anchor. ‘They did not venture to
get down on the ground, for here, as upon the banks of the
Nyanza, legions of mosquitos covered the earth in a thick
cloud. Joe returned from the tree even covered with bites,
but he did not trouble himself about them, as he fancied
such conduct was only “the nature of the animal.”

Nevertheless, the doctor, somewhat less of an optimist,
let out the rope to its furthest extent with the view to escape



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“TIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.”
FIVE WEEKS In A BALLOON

BY

JULES VERNE

AUTHOR OF “THE ENGLISH AT THE NORTH POLE,” ‘‘ THE FIELD OF ICE,” BTC

LONDON AND NEW YORK
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
1876
CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS,
CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.
CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.

A Speech much applauded—Reception of Dr. Ferguson—Excelsior—Descrip-
tion of the Doctor—A Fatalist convinced—A Dinner at the “ Travellers’ ’”—
Toasts . . . . . . . . . . . : . e 7

CHAPTER II.

An Article in the Daily Telegraph—War of Scientific Journals—Mr. Peter-
mann supports his friend Ferguson—Professor Koner’s Reply—Bets—
Various Propositions made to the Doctor . “ . . 7 7 . 3

CHAPTER III.

The Doctor’s Friend—Their Friendship—Dick Kennedy in London—An unex-
pected but not a reassuring Proposition—Inconsolatory Proverb—Some
Names in African Martyrology—Advantages of a Balloon—The Doctor’s
Secret . . ‘ si os 7 So el oe : . . . 6

CHAPTER IV.

African Exploration: Barth — Richardson—Overweg—Werne—Brun-Rollet—
Penney— Andrea Debono — Miani— Guillaume Lejean—Bruce—Krapf—
Rebmann—Maizan—Roscher—Burton and Speke : ‘i . 7 . 23

CHAPTER V.

Dreams of Kennedy—Articles and Pronouns in the Plural—Dick’s Insinuations
—The Map of Africa—What is between the Points of a Compass—Actual
Expeditious—Speke and Grant—Krapf, De Decken, Heuglin . A . 2

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CHAPTER VI.
A rare Servant—He perceives the Satellites of Jupiter—Dick and Joe do not
eee and Credence—Weighing Joe—Wellington—Joe gets Half-a-
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CHAPTER VII.

Geometrical detail—The Balloon’s Capacity—The Double Balloon—The Enve-
lope—The Car—The Mysterious Apparatus—The Provisions—The Last
Addition, .« « . . se sie Sag ee -e » 36

CHAPTER VIII,

Usefulness of Joe—The Captain of the Resolute—Kennedy’s Arms—Arrange-
ments—The Farewell Dinker--Deparurs on Feb, 24th—The Doctor's
Lectures on Science—Duveyrier, Livingstone—Details of the Aérial
Journey—Kennedy silenced . . ee ee ee ee ee ee ee

CHAPTER IX.

Doubling the Cape—The Wit of the Forecastle—Lectures upon Cosmography
by Professor Joe—About guiding Balloons—On the Search for Atmospheric

Currents—“ Eureka” se gg

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CHAPTER X.

Preliminary Experiments—The Five Chests—The Blow pipe The mere tne
manner of Working—Success achieved . . ‘ F ss
CHAPTER XI.

Arrival at Zanzibar—The English Consul—Opposition of the Inhabitants—Isle
Koumbeni—The Rain-makers—Inflation of the Beloge Deer
Farewell—The “Victoria” . : . . . . . é

CHAPTER XII.

Crossing the Straits—The Mrima—Proposals of Dick and Joe—Recipe for
Coffee—Uzarmo—The unfortunate Maizan—Mount Duthumi—The Doctor’s
Maps—Night upon a Nopal . * é 3 . 7 : . . .

CHAPTER XIII.

Change of Weather—Kennedy’s Fever—Medicine of Dr. Ferguson—Travelling
by Land—The Basin of the Imengé—Mount Rubeho, Six Thousand Feet
High—A Day's Halt . . < . . .

CHAPTER XIV.

Forest of Gum-trees—The Blue Antelope—The Signal for Return—An unex-
pected Assault—The Kanyenye—A Night in the Open Air—The Mabun-
guru—Jihoue-la-Mkoa—Supply of Water—Arrival at Kazeh 2,

CHAPTER XV.

Kazeh—The Market—Appearance of the “‘ Victoria””—The Waganga—The Sons
of the Moon—The Doctor’s Expedition—Population—The Royal ‘‘Tembé”
—The Sultan’s Wives—A Royal Drunkard—Joe worshipped—How they
Dance in the Moone Chagee, Divine Greatness. 5 .

CHAPTER XV

Symptoms of a Storm—The Country of the Moon—The Future of Africa—The
last Machine of all—View of the Country at Sunset—Flora and Fauna—
The Storm—tThe fiery Zone—Starlight . " a ‘

CHAPTER XVII.

The Mountains of the Moon—An Ocean of Verdure—The Anchor cast out—
The Elephant harnessed—A quick Volley—Death of the eepoante ne
Field-oven—Dinner on the Grass—Night on the Ground. .

CHAPTER XVIII. |

The Karagwah—Lake Ukéréoné—A Night on an Island—The Equator—
Crossing the Lake—The Waterfalls—View of the Country—The Sources of
the Nile—Isle Benen PiEnatute of Andrea Debono—The Royal erangard
of Engiand . . . s . . . . . .

CHAPTER “XIX.

The Nile—The ‘‘ Trembling Mountain” ’—Souvenir of the Country—Arab Tales
—Nyam Nyam—Joe’s Reflections—T' re ee Zigzags—Balloon
Ascents—Madame Blanchard. : 7 .

CHAPTER XX.

The Celestial ‘Bottle—Fig Palms—Mammoth Trees—The War Tree—The
Winged teen Niet 2 of the Lees Manette nteevention: from the
Clouds... . ‘ . | %

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Strange Noises—A Night Attack—Kennedy-and Joe inthe fea Shots—
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The Flame of Light—The Missionary—The Rescue—The Priest—Little Hops
The Doctor’s Care—A Life of Self-denial—Passing a Volcano. .

CHAPTER XXIII.

Anger of Joe—A good Man’s Death—Watching the Body—Sterility of the
Land—The Interment—The Blocks of Quartz—Joe’s Delusions Ere niols
Ballast—Discovery of Gold Mountains—Joe’s Despair . 3 7 7

CHAPTER XXIV.

No Wind—The Desert—Diminution of the Water Supply—Equatorial Night—
Uneasiness of Ferguson —The Situation—Determined Conduct of Jee and
Kennedy—Another Night . . . z . . * .

CHAPTER XXY.

Philosophy—A Cloud—In the Midst of a Fog—The unexpected Balloon—The
Signals—Counterpart of the “ Victoria” —The Palms—Traces of a Caravan—
The Well in the Desert . . . . . . . : . . .

CHAPTER XXVI.

One Hundred and Thirteen Degrees—The Doctor's Reflections—A Despairing
Search—The Blow-pipe extinguished—One Hundred and Twenty-five
Degrees—The View of the Desert—A Night Walk—Solitude—Weakness
—Joe’s Suggestion—He waits another Day ‘ .

CHAPTER XXVII.

Fearful Heat—Delusions—The 'Last Drops of Water—A Night of Despair—
Attempting Suicide—The Simoon—The Oasis—Lion and Lioness. .

. . . .

CHAPTER XXVIII.

A charming Evening—Joe’s Cookery—Conversation about Raw Meat—History
of James Bruce—The Bivouac—Joe’s Dreams—The Barometer Falls and
Rises—Preparations for Departure—The Hurricane . . .

CHAPTER XXIX.

Traces of Cultivation—Fantastic Idea of a French’Author—Splendid Country—
The Kingdom of Adamova—Explorations of Speke and Burton, united to
Barth’s—Mount Atlantika—River ERROR sane Town of Yola—Bagelé—
Mount Mendip . ‘ A . . .

CHAPTER XXX.

Mosfeia—The Sheik—Denham, Clapperton, Oudney, Vogel—The Capital of
Loggoum—Toole—Calm—The Governor of Kernak and Court—The
Attack—The Incendiary Pigeons . et aa Ce Ee Eh +

CHAPTER XXXI.
Departure at Night—All Three—Instincts of Kennedy—Precautions—The Court
of Shari—Lake Tchad—The Water—The Hippopotamus—A lost Bullet .
CHAPTER XXXII.

The Capital of Bournou—The Isles of the Biddiomahs—The Gyr-falcons—The
Doctor’s Uneasiness—His Precautions—An Attack in Mid-air—The Enve-
lope torn—The Fall—Sublime Devotion—The North Side of the Lake .

CHAPTER XXXIII.

Conjectures—Re-establishment of the Equilibrium of the ‘ Victoria”—New
Calculations of Dr, Ferguson—Kennedy’s Sporting—Complete Exploration
of Lake ‘Tchad—Tangalia—Return—Lari , . . ‘

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CHAPTER XXXIV. PAGE

The Pianeta Departure—Loss of an Anchor—Sad_ Reflections—
Resolution taken—The Sand-storm—The Buried Caravan—Variable Winds
—Return to the South—Kennedy on the Watch . . . 7 . .

CHAPTER XXXYV.

History of Joe—The Isle of Biddiomahs—Adoration—The Island engulphed—
The Borders of the Lake—The Serpents’ Tree—Travelling on Foot—Priva-
tions—Mosquitos and Ants—Hunger—Passing of the “‘ Victoria”—It dis-
appears—Despair—The Marsh—A Last Appeal . . . . * .

CHAPTER XXXVI.

A Troop in Sight—Arabs—The Pursuit—’Tis He—Fall of the Horse—The
Strangled Arab—A Bullet from Kennedy—Manceuvring—Taken up
Flying—Joe Saved. . . . . 7 . . . . . .

CHAPTER XXXVII.

The Route to the West—Joe wakes—His Obstinacy—End of Joe’s Adven-
tures—Tagelel—Kennedy uneasy—Route to the ae et near
Aghadés . ‘ . . . < < . . . .

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

Rapid Travelling—Prudent Resolutions—Caravans—Continual Rain—Gas—
The Niger — Golberry — Geoffrey — Gray — Mungo Park — Laing—René
Caillé—Clapper' ton—John nd Richard Lander . . . ‘ . .

CHAPTER XXXIX.

The Country within the Bend of the Niger—Curious Appearance of Mount
Boe eee eee rae of Dr, Barth—RKuin—Where Heaven
pleases . . a. ye hse a See eh A ae te ie ce

CHAPTER XL.
Uneasiness of Ferguson—Still to the South—A Cloud of Locusts—View oF
Jeuné—View of Sego—Change of Wind—Joe’s Regrets ‘ A “
CHAPTER XLI.

The Approaches to the Senegal—The “ Victoria” falls by Degrees—Everything
thrown out—The Marabout—Al Hadji—Pascal, Vincent, Lambert—A
Rival of Mahomet—High Mountains—Kennedy’s ‘Rifles—Joe’ 'S Monee wae,
—Hialt over a Forest . é . . : . . . . .

CHAPTER XLII.

A Generous Dispute—A Last Sacrifice—The Dilating Apparatus—Joe’s Skill—
Midnight—'The Doctor on Guard—Kennedy’s Watch—He Sleeps—Fire !—
The Cries—Out of Reach. oh ey uke oe 7 8 ee :

CHAPTER XLIII.

The Talibas—The Pursuit—A Wasted Country—Moderate Breezes—The
“‘Victoria;’ falls—The Last Provisions—The Bounds of the “‘ Victoria” —The
Defence—The Wind freshens—The River mene pee Cataracts of the

Gouina—Hot Air—Crossing the River . 7 . . : . ats

CHAPTER XLIV.

Conclusion—The Official Report—The French Colony—Médine—The Basilisk
—St. Louis—The British Frigate—Return to London . o. & .

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CHAPTER I.

A Speech much applauded—Reception of Dr. Ferguson—‘“ Excelsior ”
—Reception of the Doctor—A Fatalist convinced—A Dinner at

the ‘ Travellers’”’—Toasts.

On the 14th of January, 1862, there was a very large attend-
ance of the members of the Royal Geographical Society of
London, 3, Waterloo Place. The President, Sir Francis
M——, made an important communication to his col-
leagues in a speech frequently interrupted by applause.
This rare specimen of oratory ended at length with some
grandiloquent phrases, in which patriotism was displayed
in well-rounded sentences, thus :

“England has always appeared at the head of all
other nations in the way of geographical discovery. (Hear,
hear.) Doctor Samuel Ferguson, one of her glorious
children, will not disgrace the land of his birth. (No, no.)
If his attempt succeed (It will, it will!) it will bind to-
gether in a complete form the isolated: maps of the African
continent. If it fail (Never, never!) it will remain at least
on record as one of the boldest conceptions of the human
mind.” (Loud applause.)

“Hurrah, hurrah!” shouted the assembly, quite elec-
trified by these stirring words.

“ Ffurrah for the undaunted Ferguson!” cried one of the
members, more enthusiastic than the rest.

The enthusiasm then rose toa high pitch, The name
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of Ferguson was in every mouth, and there is no reason to
believe that it lost anything in its emancipation from the
British throat. The whole assembly was in a ferment.

Yet there were present in that assembly a number of
old worn-out individuals: bold travellers, whose wandering
disposition had led them to all parts of the world. All of
them, more or less, either physically or morally, had escaped
shipwreck, fire, the tomahawk of the Indian, the club of the
savage, the stake, or Polynesian cannibals. But nothing
could still the throbbing of their breasts during Sir F. M.’s
speech ; it was without doubt the greatest oratorical success
of the Royal Geographical Society within the memory of
man.

But in England, enthusiasm is not by any means con-
fined to words. It can produce money more quickly than
the machinery of the Royal Mint. A sum of £2,500 was
immediately voted and placed at Doctor Ferguson’s dis-
posal. The subscription was in proportion to the import-
ance of the undertaking.

One of the members of the Society asked the President
whether Doctor Ferguson might not be officially presented.

“The doctor waits the pleasure of the meeting,”
replied Sir Francis M :

“Let him come in!” they cried; “admit him! It is
right that we should become acquainted with a man of such
extraordinary daring.”

“ Perhaps,” said an old apoplectic commodore, “ this
incredible suggestion is nothing but a hoax after all.”

“T do not suppose that there is any such person,” said
a malicious member.

“We must invent him then,” replied a joking associate.

“ Request Doctor Ferguson to be good enough to come
in,” said Sir Francis M , quietly.

The doctor accordingly made his appearance, and was
greeted with thunders of applause. He did not, however,
appear to be in the least elated by his reception. He was
a man of about forty years of age, of no remarkable exterior.
His sanguine temperament displayed itself in the ruddiness
of his complexion. His face was impassive, with regular
features and a prominent nose. This was like the prow of




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a vessel—the nose of a man destined for discovery. His
eyes were soft, and, being more intelligent than bold, im-
parted a great charm to his face. His arms were long, and
his feet were planted upon the floor with the firmness of a
practised pedestrian.

A certain quiet self-possession pervaded the doctor’s
whole appearance, and no one could believe him capable
of the most innocent hoax.

The shouts and plaudits never for one moment ceased
until Doctor Ferguson intimated his desire for silence by
a gesture. He advanced towards the arm-chair prepared
for his reception, then, standing perfectly upright, with a
determined expression of countenance he pointed the
forefinger of his left hand towards the ceiling, and uttered
the word “ Excelsior !”

Never had an unexpected popular measure of Messrs.
Cobden or Bright—never had a demand by Lord Palmerston
for an extra vote to arm the English coast defences met
with equal success. The doctor was at once sublime,
powerful, unassuming, and prudent. He had struck the
key-note of the situation.

“ Excelsior !”

The old commodore, completely “brought up in the
wind” by this extraordinary man, moved that the entire
speech of Doctor Ferguson be entered in the Proceedings
of the Royal Geographical Society.

Now, who was this Doctor Ferguson, and to what enter-
prise was he about to devote himself?

The father of Ferguson was a captain in the English
merchant service, and had accustomed his son, from his
earliest years, to the dangers and risks of his own profession.
The brave lad, who knew not what fear meant, soon dis-
played an adventurous spirit and desire for information, and
a remarkable predilection for scientific research. He also
showed a wonderful aptitude for getting out of scrapes, and
he was never embarrassed, not even when using a fork for
the first time, in which attempt children are not generally
successful.

As he grew older, his imagination became stimulated by
tales of hairbreadth escapes and records of maritime dis-
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covery. He followed diligently the routes of those travellers
who made the first part of the nineteenth century famous in
history.. He longed for the glories of Mungo Park, of
Bruce, Caillé, and Levaillant, and even of Selkirk and
Robinson Crusoe, which were to him in no way inferior.
How many happy hours had he passed in the Island of
Juan Fernandez? He sometimes approved of the ideas
of the shipwrecked sailor, sometimes he discussed the pro-
priety of his plans and projects. He would himself have
acted differently, to better effect perhaps, or at least as well,
at any rate.

However, one thing was certain: he would never
have: quitted that pleasant island, where he would have
been as happy as a king without subjects—no, not if they
had offered to make him First Lord of the Admiralty !

I leave my readers to judge how these tendencies
developed themselves during the adventurous days passed
in all quarters of the globe. His father, an educated man,
did not fail to further consolidate this quickness of intel-
ligence by some serious study—hydrography, physics, and
mechanics, with a trifle of botany, medicine, and astronomy
thrown in. At the death of the worthy captain, Samuel
Ferguson, then twenty-two years old, had already been
round the world. He joined a regiment of Bengal En-
gineers, and distinguished himself on several occasions.
But a soldier’s life did not suit him. He did not like his
commanding officer, and obedience was irksome, so he
obtained his discharge, and, sometimes hunting, sometimes
botanising, he made his way towards the North of India,
and crossed it from Calcutta to Surat. Just a pleasant
walk—nothing more.

From Surat he went to Australia, and in 1845 took part
in Captain Sturt’s expedition to discover that Caspian Sea
which is supposed to exist in the interior of New Holland.

In 1850 Samuel Ferguson returned to England, and
more than ever possessed by the desire of discovery, in
1853 he accompanied Captain M‘Clure in the expedition
that traversed the American Continent from Behring’s Straits
to Cape Farewell.

Despite hardships and change of climate, Ferguson’s
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constitution remained unimpaired. He lived at ease in
the midst of the greatest privations. He was the type of
a perfect traveller, whose appetite can be controlled at
will, whose limbs can adapt themselves equally to a bed
whether it be long or short, who can sleep at any hour of
the day, and awake at any hour of the night.

So there was nothing very astonishing in: finding our
indefatigable traveller engaged, during the years 1855 to
1857, in exploring the west of Thibet, in company with the
brothers Schlagintweit, whence he brought back many
curious ethnographical records.

During these several expeditions Samuel Ferguson was
the most active and interesting correspondent of the Daz/y
Telegraph, a penny journal, whose circulation is 140,000
copies a day, and scarcely suffices for millions of readers.
Thus the doctor was very well known, although he was not
a member of any scientific institution, neither of the Royal
Geographical Society of London, Paris, Berlin, Vienna, or
St. Petersburg; nor of the Travellers’ Club; nor even of
the Polytechnic Institution, presided over by his friend
Kockburn, the statistician. This gentleman proposed to
him one day the following problem, with the intention to
pay him a compliment: ‘Given the number of miles tra-
versed by the doctor round the world, how much farther
had the head moved than the feet in consequence of the
difference in the length of radii.” But Ferguson kept aloof
from such learned people, and being rather of the acting
and not of the talking disposition, he found his time better
employed in exploration than in argument, in discovery
rather than discussion.

It has been related that an Englishman came to Geneva
with the intention to view the Lake. He got into one of
those old carriages in which people sit at the sides like in
an omnibus. Now it happened that this Englishman was
seated with his back to the Lake. ‘The carriage peacefully
accomplished its round without his ever turning his head ;
and he returned home, charmed with the Lake of Geneva!

But Doctor Ferguson Aad turned round, and more than
once during his travels, and to such purpose that he had
seen nearly everything. In this, as in other things, he
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obeyed the dictates of his nature, and we have reason to
believe that he was somewhat of a fatalist, but of a very
orthodox pattern, relying upon himself as well as upon
Providence. He used to say that he was impelled rather
than attracted to his expeditions, and ran about the world
something like a locomotive which does not direct its own
course, but is directed by the route it follows.

“T do not pursue my way,” the doctor would remark ;
“my way pursues me.”

It is not astonishing, therefore, that he received the
plaudits of the Royal Society without any show of emotion.
He was superior to that, and being neither proud nor vain,
he perceived nothing extraordinary in the proposition he
had made to the President, and did not. appear to notice
the great effect he had produced.

After the meeting was dissolved the doctor was con-
ducted to the Travellers’ Club in Pall Mall, where a
splendid banquet was prepared in his honour, the dimen-
sions of the various dishes being proportionate to the
importance of the guest, and the sturgeon, which was a
prominent figure in this magnificent repast, was only three
inches shorter than Samuel Ferguson himself. .

Numerous toasts were proposed to the healths of those
celebrated travellers who had distinguished themselves on
the soil of Africa, and duly honoured. They drank to
their healths in alphabetical order. To Abbadie, Adams,
Adamson, Anderson, Arnaud, Baikie, Baldwin, Barth,
Batonder, Beke, Beltrame du Berba, Bimbachi, Bolognesi,
Bolwick, Bolzoni, Bonnemain, Brisson, Browne, Bruce, Brun-
Rollet, Burchell, Burckhardt, Burton, Caillaud, Caillé, Camp-
bell, Chapman, Clapperton, Clot-Bey, Colomieu, Courvall,
Cumming, Cuny, Debono, Dicken, Denham, Desavanchers,
Dicksen, Dickson, Dochard, Du Chaillu, Duncan, Durand,
Durouldé, Duveyrier, Erhard, d’Escayrac de Lauteur, Ferret,
Fresnel, Galinier, Galton, Geoffroy, Golberry, Halm, Hahn,
Harnier, Hecquart, Heuglin, Hornemann, Houghton, Imbert,
Kaufmann, Knoblecher, Krapf, Kummer, Lafargue, Laing,
Lajaillé, Lambert, Lamiral, Lampritre, John Lander,
Richard Lander, Lefebvre, Lejean, Levaillant, Livingstone,
Maccarthy, Maggiar, Maizan, Malzac, Moffat, Mollieu,
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Monteiro, Morrisson, Mungo Park, Nemians, Overweg,
Panet, Partarrieau, Pascal, Pearse, Peddie, Petherick,
Poncet, Prax, Raffenel, Rath, Rebman, Richardson, Riley,
Ritchie, Rochet d’Hérecourt, Rongawi, Roscher, Ruppel,
Saugnier, Speke, Steidner, Thibaud, Thompson, Thornton,
Toole, Tousny, Trotter, Tuckey, Tyrwitt, Vaudey, Veyssitre,
Vincent, Vinco, Vogel, Wahlberg, Warrington, Washington,
Werne, Wild, and lastly to Doctor Samuel Ferguson, who,
by his unheard-of project, was about to bind together the
works of all these travellers, and complete the series of
African discoveries.



CHAPTER II.

An Article in the Daily Telegraph—War of Scientific Journals—M,
Petermann supports his friend Ferguson—Professor Koner’s Reply
—Rets—Various Propositions made to the Doctor.

In its issue of the next day, the Daly Telegraph published
the following article :—

“ Africa is about to yield the secret of its vast solitudes
at last. A modern Cédipus will find the key to the problem
which the learned of sixteen centuries have not been able to
solve, Formerly, to seek the sources of the Nile—/fontes
ili querere—was regarded as the act of a madman; a
chimera, in fact.

“Doctor Barth, by following as far as Soudan the route
traversed by Denham and Clapperton ; Doctor Livingstone,
by extending his undaunted researches from the Cape of
Good Hope to the basin of the Zambezi; Burton and
Speke, by the discovery of the Great Inland Lakes, have
opened up three routes to modern civilisation. To the
point of intersection of these routes, no traveller has
hitherto been able to penetrate; it is in the very heart of
Africa. It is to that point {hat all our efforts should be
directed.

“The works of these hardy pioneers of science are now
about to be supplemented by the spirited attempt of Dr.
Samuel Ferguson, whose wonderful expeditions have so
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often been appreciated by our readers. This hardy explorer
proposes to cross the continent of Africa from east to west
in a balloon. If we have been correctly informed, the
point of departure of this extraordinary enterprise will be
the island of Zanzibar upon the eastern coast. Where the
point of arrival will prove to be—Heaven alone can tell!

“This exploit was yesterday proposed officially to the
members of the Royal Geographical Society, and a sum of
42,500 was voted to defray the expenses of the expedition.
We will keep our readers duly informed upon the various
events in connection with the projected enterprise, which is
without precedent in geographical annals.”

This article, as was intended, had an enormous circula-
tion. It first aroused a tempest of incredulity, and Doctor
Ferguson was looked upon as a visionary, an invention of
Barnum, who, having exhausted the United States, was
about to do the British Isles !

A quizzical notice appeared in Geneva in the. February
number of the “ Proceedings of the Geographical Society,”
which gently rallied the Royal Society-in London, the
Travellers’ Club, and the wonderful sturgeon. But Mr.
Petermann, in his “Mitheilungen,” published in Gotha,
shut up the Geneva paper completely, Mr. Petermann
was acquainted with Dr. Ferguson, and bore testimony to
the hardihood of his (Petermann’s) courageous friend.

Soon, however, doubt was no longer possible. Pre-
parations for the expedition were being made in London.
Firms at Lyons had received orders for striped taffetas for
the balloon, and the English Government had placed a
transport, the Aeso/ute, commanded by Captain Penney, at
the disposal of Dr. Ferguson. Encouragement and good
wishes were showered from all sides. The details of the
enterprise appeared in the “Transactions” of the Geo-
graphical Society of Paris. A very remarkable article was
published in the “ Nouvelles Annales des Voyages de la
Géographie, de Histoire, et de ?Archéologie,” by M. V. A.
Malte-Brun. “ Zeitschrift fiir Allegemaine Erdkunde,” by Dr. W. Koner,
demonstrating the possibility of the journey, its chances of
success, the nature of the obstacles to be encountered, and
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the immense advantages of locomotion by means of balloons.
He found fault only with the place of departure, and hinted
that Masuah, a small port of Abyssinia, whence James Bruce
started in his search for the sources of the Nile, would be
preferable. In all other respects, he applauded unreservedly
the wonderful energy of Dr. Ferguson, and the stout brain
and heart that could conceive and execute such an
enterprise.

’ The “North American Review” was rather annoyed
that so much honour was likely to fall to the lot of a
“ Britisher.” It accordingly ridiculed the whole proceeding,
and suggested that the doctor should go over to America
while he was about it.

In fact, not to go further into detail, there was not a
scientific periodical, from the “ Journal of the Church Mis-
sionary Society,” to the “ Algerine and Colonial Review ;”
from the “ Annals of the Society for the Propagation of the
Gospel,” to the “ Church Mission Intelligencer,” which did
not discuss the subject in all its bearings. Some con-
siderable bets were made in London, and in England
generally.

1. Upon the actual existence of Dr. Ferguson.
2, Upon the journey itself, which some said would never be
entered upon, some declaring the contrary,

3. Whether it would succeed or fail.
4. On the probabilities of the Doctor’s return,

Immense sums were betted on those issues, as freely as at
Epsom Races.

Thus believers, sceptics, the ignorant, and the learned,
all had their attention fixed on the doctor. He was the
lion of the day, without his even suspecting that he carried
amane. He willingly gave information respecting the expe-
dition. He was easily accessible, and the most unaffected
man in the world. Many a bold adventurer called upon
him with the object of being permitted to share the glory
and perils of the undertaking, but the doctor always de-
clined, without giving any reason for his refusal. Many
patentees came to him to propose their plans to direct the
course of balloons; he would accept none of them, To
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those who inquired whether he had discovered anything of
that nature for himself, he refused explanation, and turned
to the completion of his arrangements with greater diligence
than ever.



CHAPTER III.

The Doctor’s Friend—Their Friendship—Dick Kennedy in London—
An unexpected, but not a reassuring Proposition—Inconsolatory
Proverb—Some Names in African Martyrology—Advantages of a
Balloon—The Doctor’s Secret.

Doctor FEercuson possessed a friend. Not another self,
an alter ego—friendship cannot exist between two people of
like disposition. But if Dick Kennedy and Samuel Fer-
guson possessed different qualities, tastes, and tempera-
ments, they possessed the same heart, and that did not
embarrass them in the least. Quite the contrary !

Dick Kennedy was a Scotchman, in the true accepta-
tion of the term. He was honest, resolute, and obstinate.
He lived at Leith, a suburb of “ Auld Reekie.” He was
something of a fisherman, but above all and everything an
indefatigable sportsman, which was the less astonishing in a
Scot somewhat accustomed to roam the Highlands.

He was quoted as a wonderful shot with the rifle, for not
only could he split a bullet on the blade of a knife, but
could divide it into two such equal parts that, when weighed,
there was no perceptible difference between them.

In appearance Kennedy resembled Halbert Glendin-
ning, as pictured by Walter Scott in the “Monastery.” He
was more than six feet high, of graceful and easy bearing.
He appeared to be gifted with Herculean strength. His
face was bronzed by exposure to the sun, his eyes were
black and piercing. He possessed a naturally fearless tem-
perament, and, in fact, everything about him prepossessed
oné in his favour.

The two friends had become acquainted in India, where
they were serving in the same regiment. While Dick used
to hunt the tiger and the elephant, Samuel was occupied in
the pursuit of plants or insects. Each was an adept in his
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own line, and many a rare plant became the prey of the
doctor, which cost as much to obtain as a pair of ivory
tusks. These young people had never any occasion to
save each other’s life, nor to render any service whatever
to each other. But a strong friendship existed between
them. Fate might part them perhaps, but Friendship would
always unite them again. Since their return to England
they had frequently been separated in consequence of the
long expeditions undertaken by the doctor, but upon his
return he never failed to spend some weeks with his friend
the Scotchman.

Dick talked of the past, Samuel prepared for the future.
The one looked ahead, the other looked back. Ferguson
was of a restless disposition, Kennedy was perfectly con-
tented. For two years after his travels in Thibet the doctor
did not speak of any new expeditions. Dick thought that
his friend’s taste for travelling, and his appetite for adven-
ture, had been satisfied. He was delighted. That kind of
thing is sure to end badly some day or other, he thought,
whatever experience one has had of people; one cannot
travel with impunity among cannibals and wild beasts.
Kennedy, therefore, begged Samuel to “ put the drag on” a
bit, he having already done quite enough for science, and
too much for human gratitude.

To this request the doctor made no reply, he remained
buried in thought. Then he went to work again at his
secret calculations, passing whole nights in working out his
figures, and experimentalising upon curious machines of
which no one knew anything. People, therefore, fancied
that he had conceived some very grand notion in his busy
brain.

“T wonder what he is thinking about,’ said Kennedy,
when his friend had left him and returned to London in
January.

He made the discovery one morning in the columns of
the Daily Telegraph.

“Good Heavens!” he cried, ‘the idiot to think of
crossing Africa in a balloon! This was all that was
necessary to complete his vagaries! That is, then, what he
has been thinking of these two years !”

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If the reader will kindly substitute for the foregoing
notes of exclamation certain hard blows of Kennedy’s fist
applied to his own head, he will have some slight idea of
the gentle exercise indulged in by Dick as he spoke.

-When his housekeeper, old Elspeth, gently suggested
that perhaps there might yet be nothing in it after all, he
cried, “Why, don’t you think I know the man? Is it not
he all over? Going to travel through the air, indeed!
He will be jealous of the eagles now! But, by Jove, this
shall not be if I can prevent it. If you only leave him to
himself, he will be setting off some ane morning up to the
moon |”

*% % _* * * *

The same evening, Kennedy, half angry, half uneasy,
took the train at the General Railway Station, and next
morning arrived in London.

Three-quarters of an hour afterwards a cab left him
at the door of the doctor’s house in Greek Street, Soho;
ascending the steps, he knocked loudly five times.

Ferguson himself opened the door.

“Why, Dick?” he exclaimed, apparently not much
surprised at his friend’s appearance.

“ Yes, Dick himself,” replied Kennedy,

“ My dear Dick, how is it that you are up in town when
the hunting is going on?”

“Ves, I am in London.”

“ And why have you come tp ?”

“To prevent a foolish action.”

“A foolish action ?” echoed the doctor. ‘

“Ts this true?” asked Kennedy, holding out the
article in the Daly Telegraph for his friend’s inspection.

“Ah! that is what you are driving at. How very
indiscreet these newspapers are. But take a chair, Dick,
old fellow.”

“No, I shan’t,” said Dick, “Then you are quite
determined to undertake this journey ?”

“Quite. My arrangements are being made, and
,|——”

“Your arrangements! I should like to knock your
arrangements to pieces,”
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The worthy Scot was waxing very angry. “Calm
yourself, my dear Dick,” said the doctor. “I can under-
stand your irritation. You are vexed because I have not
sooner made you acquainted with my new plans.”

“ He talks of new projects, indeed.”

“T have been very busy,” continued Samuel, without
noticing the interruption ; “there has been so much to do.
But rest assured I should not have gone without writing to
you ”



“Ah! you are making a fool of me now.”

“Because I had intended to get you to accompany
me.”

The Scot gave a bound that would have done credit
to a chamois. “Ah, that, indeed,” said he; “then I
suppose you wish us both to be shut up in. Bedlam
together ?”

“T have positively counted upon you, my dear Dick,
and have chosen you to the exclusion of everybody else.”

Kennedy remained in a state of stupefaction.

“When you have listened to me for about ten minutes,”
continued the doctor, quietly, “you will thank me.” .

“ Are you serious ?”

“ Perfectly.”

“ And suppose I refuse to go with you?”

“ But you will not refuse.” —

“Yet if I do?”

“T shall go alone, that’s all.”

“Took here ; let us sit down,” said the Scot, “and talk
this business over calmly. If you are not joking, it is worth
our while to discuss it.”

“Well, then, let us discuss it at breakfast, if you have
no objection, my dear Dick.”

The two friends accordingly sat down, a great plate of
sandwiches, and an enormous teapot between them.

“ My dear Sam,” said the sportsman, “ your project is a
foolish one; it is impossible. There is nothing tangible
nor practicable in it.”

“We shall see after we have attempted it.”

“But that is the point. It is not necessary to try it
at all,”

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“Why not, if you please?”

“Why, look at the dangers and obstacles of all kinds
involved in it.”

“Obstacles,” replied Ferguson, seriously, “are only
invented to be overcome; as for danger, who can ever
escape it? Life is made up of dangers. It is, perhaps,
very dangerous to sit down at this table, or to put on one’s
hat ; we must, however, look upon what is likely to happen
as having already happened, and see only the present in
the future; for the future is merely the present a little
farther off.”

“What !” cried Kennedy, shrugging his shoulders, “so
you are still a fatalist ?”

“ Always, but in the good sense of the term. We need
not, therefore, worry ourselves about the fate in store for
us ; let us not forget the proverb—

*¢¢¥fe that is born to be hanged will never be drowned.’”

There was obviously no direct reply to be made to this,
but that fact did not prevent Kennedy from producing a
series of arguments easy to imagine, but too long to repeat
here. ‘But, after all,” he said, after about an hour’s
discussion, ‘if you really must cross Africa, and if it is
necessary for your happiness to do so, why don’t you go by
the ordinary routes ?”

“Why?” replied the doctor with animation, “because
all such attempts have failed. Because since Mungo Park
was murdered on the Niger, till the time when Vogel
disappeared in the Wadai ; since Oudney died at Murmur,
Clapperton at Sackatou, to the time when Maizan was cut
to pieces ; from the period that Major Laing was killed by
the Touaregs to the massacre of Roscher in the beginning
of the year 1860, such a number of victims have had their
names written in the record of African martyrdom. Be-
cause, to fight against the elements, against hunger, thirst,
fever, and wild animals, and tribes even more ferocious, is
impossible. Because that which cannot be accomplished
one way must be accomplished in another. Finally, because
when one is unable to pass through a place, one must pass
either at the side of it or over it.”
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“Tf it were only a question of getting across,” replied
Kennedy; “ but to pass over the top——”

“Well,” said the doctor, with the greatest coolness,
“what have I to fear? You will confess that I have taken

recautions to guard against a fall from my balloon. If,

owever, such a thing did happen, I should only then be in
the normal condition of travellers ; but my balloon will not
fail me, so we need not speak of that, but, on the contrary,
we must consider that point.”

“Not so, my dear Dick ; I have quite made up my mind
not to part from it until we have reached the western coast
of Africa. With it everything is possible, without it I fall
into all the dangers and difficulties of former like expedi-
tions. With my balloon I need fear neither heat nor cold,
torrent nor tempest, a simoom nor unhealthy climates, wild
beasts nor men. If I feel too hot, I can ascend; if I feel
cold, I can come down again; is there a mountain, I can
pass over it; a precipice, I can clear it; a river, I can cross
it; a storm, I can go above it; a torrent, I can skim over
it like a bird; I can travel without fatigue; I can stop
without having need to repose ; I can overlook new cities ;
I can fly with the rapidity of a hurricane. Sometimes high
up in the air, sometimes within a few feet of the earth, and
the whole of Africa will be mapped out beneath my eyes in
the great atlas of the world.” ,

The brave Kennedy was impressed, notwithstanding
that the prospects spread before his mind’s eyes made him
feel somewhat giddy. He gazed at Samuel with admira-
tion, not unmixed with fear, and felt as if he were already
suspended in space.

“ Let us see about this, my dear Samuel. Have you dis-
covered any means to direct the balloon ?”

“Not one. It is an Utopian idea altogether.”

“But you will nevertheless go ?”

“Where Providence may will, but all the same from east
to west !”

“ Why so?”

“ Because I count upon the trade-winds to assist me;
their direction is invariable.”

“Oh, indeed,” muttered Kennedy; “the trade-winds,
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certainly—they might for once in a way—there is some-
thing e

“Tf there be something! No, my dear friend, there is
everything in it. The Government have placed a transport
at my disposal. It has also been agreed that three or four
vessels shall proceed to the western side about the antici-
pated time of my arrival there. In three months, at farthest,
I shall be at Zanzibar, where I shall set about the inflation
of my balloon, and we shall start from there.

“We!” exclaimed Dick.

“Have you then any objection to make? Speak,
friend Kennedy.”

“One objection! I have a thousand. But, between
ourselves, tell me if you count upon seeing the country ; if
you intend to ascend and descend at will, you must expend
a quantity of gas, and there are no other means of pro-
ceeding. It is this fact which has hitherto prevented any
long journeys through the air.”

“ My dear Dick, I shall only tell you one thing. I shall
not lose an atom of gas—not a particle.”

“ And you will descend when you please ?”

“TI will descend when I please.”

“ And how will you manage this ?”

“That is my secret, friend Richard. Have faith in
me, and my motto may be yours—‘ Excelsior !’”

“Agreed. ‘Excelsior’ be it,” replied the hunter, who
did not understand a word of Latin. But he made up his
mind to offer all the opposition in his power to the de-
parture of his friend. He pretended to be of his opinion,
and contented himself with watching. As for Samuel, he
went to inspect his preparations.



CHAPTER IV.

African Exploration — Barth—Richardson—Overweg—Werne—Brun-
Rollet—Penney—Andrea Debono — Miani—Guillaume Lejean —
Bruce — Krapf and Rebmann — Maizan—Roscher—Burton and
Speke.

Tue direction which Dr. Ferguson intended to follow in his
balloon had not been chosen at hap-hazard. He had
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seriously considered his point of departure, and it was not
without reason that he had resolved to ascend from the
island of Zanzibar.

This island, situated close to the east coast of Africa, is
in the 6th degree of South latitude, or 430 geographical
miles below the equator.

The last expedition which went by way of the great
lakes to discover the source of the Nile started from
Zanzibar.

But perhaps it may be as well to mention what ex-
peditions Doctor Ferguson was hoping to connect together.
There were two principal ones—that of Doctor Barth in
1849, and that of Lieutenants Burton and Speke in 1858.

Doctor Barth was a native of Hamburg, who obtained
permission for himself and for his countryman, Overweg,
to join the English expedition under Richardson, who was
charged with a mission into the Soudan. This immense
district is situated between the 15th and roth degrees of
North latitude ; that is to say, that to arrive there it is neces-
sary to travel more than 1,500 miles into the interior of
Africa,

Up to the period mentioned the country was only
known from the expeditions of Denham, Clapperton, and
Oudney, between the years 1822 and 1824.

Richardson, Barth, and Overweg, desirous of pushing
their researches farther, went to Tunis and Tripoli, like
their predecessors, and penetrated to Mourzouk, the
capital of Fezzan. They then quitted the direct line of
march and made a detour to the west, towards Ghat,
guided, and not without difficulty, by the Touaregs. After
undergoing a thousand perils and attacks, their caravan
arrived, in October, at the great oasis of the Asben. Here
Doctor Barth separated himself from his companions and
made an excursion to the town of Aghades. Rejoining the
expedition, it marched again on the 12th December, and
having reached the province of Damaghou, the three tra-
vellers separated. Barth took the route to Kano, where
he eventually arrived in safety, thanks to his indomitable
patience and the payment of considerable tribute.

In spite of a severe attack of fever, he quitted Kano on
24, LIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

the 7th of March, accompanied only by one servant. The
principal aim of his journey was to explore Lake Tchad,
from which he was distant 350 miles. He advanced, there-
fore, in an easterly direction, and reached Zouricolo, in the
Bornou, and which town is the capital of the great central
empire of Africa.

It was there that he heard of Richardson’s death,
caused by fatigue and privation. Passing on, he reached
Kouka, the capital of Bornou, situated on the Lake. At
length, after a further period of three weeks, on the 14th of
April, twelve months and a half after quitting Tripoli, he
arrived at the town of Ngornou.

We find him once more in company with Overweg,
starting on the 29th March, 1851, to visit the kingdom of
Adamaon, at the south side of the Lake. He succeeded in
reaching Yola, a little below the gth degree of North lati-
tude. That was the extreme southerly point reached by
this intrepid traveller.

In August he returned to Kouka, thence he reached in
succession Mandara, Berghimi, and Kanem, attaining his
eastern limit at. Mazena in 17° 20’ W. long.

In November, 1852, after the death of Overweg, his
latest companion, he plunged into the west, visited Sockoto,
crossed the Niger, and finally arrived at Timbuctoo, where
he was obliged to languish for eight tedious months, ex-
posed to incessant annoyance by the sheik, to ill-treatment,
and wretchedness. But the presence of a Christian in the
town could not be tolerated longer, and the Foullaunes
threatened to beset him.

So the doctor departed on the 17th March, 1854, and
sought refuge on the frontier, where he remained thirty-
three days in terrible destitution. He returned to Kano in
November, and thence to Kouka. MHere he struck the
former route of Denham, after four months’ detention.
About the end of the year 1855 he got back to Tripoli, and
reached London on the 6th September, the sole survivor
of his party. Such was the extraordinary journey of
Barth.

Doctor Ferguson had noted carefully that Barth did not
penetrate beyond 4° N. lat, and 17° W. long.
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Now let us see what Burton and Speke accomplished in
Eastern Africa.

The various expeditions which ascended the Nile were
all unable to reach its source, apparently shrouded in mystery.
According to the account of the German doctor, Ferdinand
Werne, the expedition projected in 1840, under the aus-
pices of Mehamet Ali, was stopped at Gondokoro between
the 4th and 5th parallels of N. lat.

In 1855 Brun-Rollet, a Savoyard, Sardinian consul in
the Soudan in the place of Vauday, who had been killed,
quitted Karthoum, and, in the disguise of a merchant
dealing in gum and ivory, he reached Belenia just beyond
4°, and returned to Karthoum sick. He died there in 1857.

Neither Doctor Beney, chief of the Egyptian Medical
Service, who, in a small steamer reached to one degree
below Gondokoro, and returned to die of exhaustion at
Karthoum ; nor the Venetian Miani, who, by avoiding the
cataracts below Gondokoro, touched the second parallel ;
nor the Maltese merchant, Andrea Debono, who pushed on
farther still, was able to pass that insurmountable barrier.

In 1859, M. Guillaume Lejean, sent out by the French
Government, reached Karthoum by way of the Red Sea,
and embarked on the Nile with a crew of twenty-one men and
twenty soldiers, but he could not get beyond Gondokoro,
and incurred the greatest danger from the negro tribes, then
in full revolt. The expedition under the direction of
M. Escayrac de Lauture made an equally vain attempt to
reach these famous sources.

That fatal barrier always stopped would-be explorers.
The people sent by Nero had in his time reached the gth
degree of latitude, so in 1800 years we have only gained
five or six degrees, or about 300 to 360 geographical
miles.

Many travellers have attempted to reach the sources of
the Nile from the west side of the continent. During
the years 1768-72, the Scotchman, Bruce, departing from
Masuah, a port of Abyssinia, sailed up the Tigris, visited
the ruins of Axum, actually beheld the sources of the Nile
where they did not exist, and returned without obtaining
any other remarkable success.
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In 1844, Doctor Krapf, an Anglican missionary, esta-
blished a station at Monbez on the coast of Zanguebar, and
discovered, in company with the Reverend Mr. Rebmann,
two mountains at a distance of 300 miles from the coast.
These are Kilimandjaro and Kenia, that Heuglin and
Thornton ascended together.

In 1845, Maizan, a Frenchman, disembarked alone at
Bazamaye, opposite Zanzibar, and got as far as Deje la
Mhora, where he was put to death with cruel tortures.

In 1859, in the month of August, Roscher, of Hamburg,
a young traveller, set out with a caravan of Arab merchants,
and reached Lake Nyassa, where he was murdered in his
sleep.

Finally, in 1857, Lieutenants Burton and Speke, both
officers of the Bengal army, were dispatched by the Geo-
graphical Society of London, to explore the great African
Lakes. On the 17th of June they quitted Zanzibar, and
directed their course to-the west.

After four months of incredible suffering, their baggage
pillaged, their porters worn out and dispirited, they arrived
at Kazeh, the meeting centre tor merchants and caravans.
They were in the true land of the moon. There they
collected many valuable documents respecting the manners,
government, religion, and the fauna and flora of the
country.

Thence they journeyed towards the first of the great
lakes, Tanganayika, situated between the 3° and 8° of South
latitude. ‘They reached it on the 14th of February, 1858, and
made themselves acquainted with the various tribes along
its banks, who were chiefly cannibals. Leaving the lake on
the 2oth May, they re-entered Kazeh on the zoth June. Here
Burton, quite knocked up, remained ill for several months,
and during that time Speke travelled northwards more than
300 miles, as far as Lake Onkéreoné, which he sighted
on the 13th August, but could only see the opening of
it in 2° 30’ longitude. He then returned to Kazeh on the
25th, and with Burton retraced his steps to Zanzibar, which
they reached in March of the following year. These two
intrepid travellers then came back to England, and the Geo-
graphical Society of Parisbestowed upon them its annual prize,
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 27

Doctor Ferguson had also carefully noted that they had
-not passed either the 2° of South latitude nor the 29° longi-
tude East.

He therefore set himself to the task of joining the dis-
coveries of Burton and Speke to those of Doctor Barth, and
to pass over a tract of country extending to more than
twelve degrees.

CHAPTER V.

Dreams of Ketinedy—Articles and Pronouns in the Plural—Dick’s In-
sinuations—The Map of Africa—What is between the points of a
Compass—Actual Expeditions—Speke and Grant, Krapf, De
Decken, Heuglin.

Docror FEercuson kept pressing forward the preparations
for his departure ; he personally directed the construction of
his balloon, following out certain modifications, respecting
which he maintained an absolute silence.

For some time previously, he had been applying him-
self to the study of Arabic, and of various ators, and
thanks to his arrangement of the dialects, he made rapid
progress.

In the meantime, his friend never left him for a moment;
he was douhtless apprehensive that the doctor would take
flight, and he still brought to bear upon the subject his
most persuasive arguments, which had no effect whatever
upon Samuel Ferguson, who would endeavour to escape
under cover of the most moving entreaties, by which he
appeared little touched himself. Dick felt that he was
slipping through his fingers.

The unfortunate Scot was really to be pitied: he could
never think of the azure vault of Heaven without a. fit of
the “blues; ” he realised, when asleep, the giddy suspen-
sion, and every night he felt as if he were falling from an
immense height.

We ought to state that, while under these terrible night-
mares, he fell out of bed once or twice. His first notion
was to exhibit a great contusion on his head.

“There,” he said, with a good-humoured smile, “look
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at that, and only caused by a fall of three feet. Now, what
do you think?”

This insinuation, full of sadness though it was, had no
effect upon the doctor.

“We shall not fall out,” he said, slyly.

“ But suppose we do ?”

“We shall not, I tell you.”

This was decisive, and Kennedy had nothing to say.

What particularly aggravated Dick was that the doctor
appeared completely to ignore his (Dick’s) individuality, and
looked upon him as fated to become his aérial companion.
There was not a shadow of doubt about that.

Samuel was accustomed to make a shameful abuse of
the first person plural.

“We” go. “We” shall be ready, “We” shall leave.
And then the adjective (possessive)—‘ Our” balloon.
“Our” boat. “Our” undertaking. And again in the
plural—“ Our” preparations. “Our” discoveries. “ Our”
ascents.

Dick shuddered at all this, although determined not to
stir, but he did not wish to thwart his friend. Let us
confess, indeed, that, without saying anything about it, he
had caused some clothes and his best rifles to be forwarded
to him secretly from Edinburgh.

One day, having gone so far as to confess that, with
good luck, one might have a chance of success, he pre-
tended to agree with the doctor, but in order to delay the
journey, he quoted a number of the most wonderfully varied
and hairbreadth escapes. He fell back upon the use and
expediency of the journey. Was it really a necessity to
discover the sources of the Nile? Would their work really
prove of benefit to the human race? Suppose, after all,
the tribes of Africa should be civilised, how much better off
will they be then? Was it by any means certain, moreover,
that they were not already as civilised as Europe? Perhaps
so. And, in the first place, why couldn’t they wait a little
longer? Surely Africa could be ‘crossed one day in a less
dangerous fashion? Ina month, in six months, before the
year was out, some explorer would indubitably present
himself,
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 29

These insinuations produced an effect the very opposite
to the speaker’s wishes, and the doctor quivered with
impatience.

“Do you wish, then, you unhappy man, that this glory
shall be shared with some one else? Is it, then, necessary
to fib about it; to enlarge upon obstacles which are not
serious ; to repay, by cowardly hesitation, what has been
done for me by the Government and the Royal Society ?”

“ But,” replied Kennedy, who was very much addicted
to the use of this word.

“ But !” echoed the doctor, “do not you know that my
journey ought to contribute to the success of enterprises
already undertaken? Are you not aware that fresh expedi-
tions are advancing into the centre of Africa ?”

“ Still——”

“ Listen to me, Dick. Just look at this map.”

Dick regarded it with a resigned expression.

“ Follow up the course of the Nile ”

“T am following it,” replied the Scot resignedly.

“ Have you reached Gondokoro ?”

“T am there.” And Kennedy thought how easy it
would be to make a similar voyage—on a map.

“ Now,” said the doctor, “place one of the points upon
that town which the bravest travellers have with difficulty
passed.”

“T have fixed it.”

“And now look on the coast line for the island of
Zanzibar in the 6th degree of south latitude.”

“T have got it.”

“Follow now this parallel and you arrive at Kazet.”

“ All right.”

“ Now go up by the 33rd degree of longitude as far as
the commencement of Lake Onkéreoné, at the spot where
Lieutenant Speke halted.”

“Tam there. I shall be in the lake in a minute.”

“ Now do you know what is the natural: deduction from
the information gathered from the tribes on the borders. of
the lake i Pe

“T have not the faintest notion.”
“Tt is that this lake, whose lower end is in 2° 30’ lati-


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tude, ought to extend equally two and a half degrees above
the equator.”

“ Really ?”

“Now, from this northern extremity runs a stream
which ought to flow into the Nile, if it be not the Nile
itself.”

“That is extremely interesting.”

“ Now place the other point of that compass on this
extremity of the lake.”

“Tt is done,” said Ferguson.

“How many degrees do you make it between the
points P”

“ Scarcely two.”

“ Do you know how far that is, Dick ?”

“ Haven't an idea !”

“Tt is but 120 miles ; a mere nothing.”

“ Well, scarcely nothing, Samuel.”

“ Now, do you know what is actually taking place at this
moment ?”

“No, upon my life, I don’t.

“ Well, the Geographical Society considers it very im-
portant that this lake, discovered by Speke, should be
explored. Under its direction, Lieutenant, now Captain,
Speke has joined with Captain Grant of the Indian Army ;
they have been put at the head of a numerous caravan,
and with ample funds. They have been commissioned to
go up the lake, and to return as far as Gondokoro. They
have been subsidised to the amount of £5,000, and the
Governor of the Cape has placed Hottentot soldiers under
their orders. They left Zanzibar at the end of October,
1860. During this time, John Petherick, H.M. Consul at
Karthoum, has received from the Foreign Office about
4700. He has orders to provide a steamer, and, with a
plentiful supply of provisions, to proceed to Gondokoro,
there to await the arrival of Captain Speke’s party, and to
assist them if necessary.”

“ That is a well-conceived plan,” said Kennedy.

“Vou can now perceive that we have no time to lose if
we would participate in this expedition. And that is not all;
while they are marching on foot to discover the sources of
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the Nile, other travellers are bravely penetrating into the
very heart of Africa.”

“On foot?” exclaimed Kennedy, incredulously.

“ Yes,” replied the doctor, without noticing the insinua-
tion. ‘Doctor Krapf proposes to push towards the west by
the Djob, a river below the Equator. Baron Decken has
left Monbaz, and revisited the mountains Kenia and Kili-
mandjaro, and is still advancing towards the interior.”

* Also on foot ?”

“ Either on foot or with mules.”

“All the same as far as I am concerned,” replied
Kennedy.

“Finally,” continued the doctor, “M. Heuglin, the
Austrian vice-consul at Karthoum, is about to organise a
very important expedition, of which the chief aim will be
the search for the explorer Vogel, who, in 1853, was sent
into the Soudan to join forces with Dr. Barth. In 1856 he
quitted Bornou, resolved to explore the unknown region
which extends between Lake Tchad and Darfour. Since
then he has not been heard of. Letters arrived in 1860 at
Alexandria stating that he had been assassinated by the
orders of the King of Wadai, but subsequent communica-
tions addressed by Dr. Hartmann to Vogel’s father, that,
according to the report of a fellatah of Bornou, Vogel was
only kept a prisoner at Wara; all hope, therefore, is not
lost. A committee has been formed under the presidency
of the Regent of Saxe-Coburg Gotha. My friend Peter-
mann is the secretary. A national subscription has been
set on foot to support the expedition, to which several
savants have already attached themselves. M. Heuglin left
Masuah in June, and while he searches for Vogel, he has
instructions to explore the country lying between the Nile
and Lake Tchad, that is to say, to connect the discoveries
of Speke and Barth, and then Africa will have been crossed
from east to west !”

“Well,” said the Scot, ‘as that is all so nicely arranged,
I don’t see what there is for us to do.”

Doctor Ferguson made no reply to this beyond a shrug
of his shoulders,
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CHAPTER VI.

A Rare Servant—He perceives the Satellites of Jupiter—Dick and Joe
do not agree—Doubt and Credence—Weighing—Joe Wellington
—Joe gets Half-a-Crown.

Doctor FErcuson had a man-servant, who rejoiced in the
name of Joe. An excellent fellow, entirely devoted to his
master, and serving him with a boundless attention. Some-
times he even anticipated his orders, and carried them out
with the greatest intelligence. Never grumbling, and always
in good humour, people said that, had he been made on
purpose, he could not have been better.

Ferguson placed himself in Joe’s hands entirely and
rightly. Rare and honest Joe! A servant who orders your
dinner exactly to your taste, who packs your portmanteau
and never forgets the shirts and socks, who keeps your keys
and. your secrets, and never gives up either.

But what a master the doctor was to Joe! With what
respect and confidence he welcomed his decisions! When
Ferguson had spoken, it would be folly to reply. All that
he thought was right ; everything he said was correct ; all
that he ordered to be done, feasible ; all he undertook was
possible ; all that he accomplished, magnificent! You
might have cut Joe in pieces, which would have been,
doubtless, very unpleasant, but he would not have changed
his opinion respecting his master. ‘Thus, when the doctor
broached the project of crossing Africa in a balloon, Joe
looked upon the feat as already accomplished; no obstacles
existed for him. As soon as the doctor had resolved to set
out, he would be there with his faithful servant of course;
for the brave lad, without. ever having mentioned the sub-
ject, knew very well that he would be of the party. He
would, besides, be able to render important service, in con-
sequence of his activity and intelligence. If it had been
necessary to appoint a professor of gymnastics to the
monkeys in the Zoological Gardens, who are pretty lively
now, Joe would certainly have obtained the situation. To
jump, climb, to impel himself through the air, to execute a
thousand almost impossible antics, was child’s play to Joe.
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. ~ 33

If Ferguson was the head and Kennedy the arm, Joe
was certainly the right hand. He had already travelled a
great deal with his master, and possessed some smattering
of science suitable to his position, but he distinguished
himself above all by a philosophic calmness, and a charming
talent for looking on the bright side. Everything to him
was easy, logical, and natural, and consequently he never
complained nor swore.

Besides these attributes he possessed a most astonishing
range of vision. He, equally with Moesthei, enjoyed the
curious faculty of being able to see the moons of Jupiter
with the naked eye, and to count the fourteen stars in the
Pleiades, which last are of the nineteenth magnitude. He
was not proud of this at all; on the contrary, he would
salute you respectfully, and, on occasion, he could make use
of his eyes to some purpose. :

With the confidence Joe displayed towards the doctor, it
is not astonishing that frequent discussions would arise
between Kennedy and the worthy domestic, with all due
regard to their relative positions.

One doubted, the other had faith; one represented a
clear-sighted prudence, the other, blind confidence. So the
doctor was situated between scepticism and belief, and, I
am bound to add, he paid no attention to either.

“Well, Mr. Kennedy,” said Joe.

“ Well, my lad.”

“ The time is approaching. It seems that we are about
to set off to the moon.”

“You mean the land of the moon, which is not quite so
far, but quite sufficiently dangerous; so be easy in your mind.”

“ Dangerous ! with a man like Doctor Ferguson ?”

“T do not wish to dissipate your delusions, my good
Joe, but his enterprise is simple madness. He will never
enter upon it.”

“Not go? Then you haven't seen the balloon in the
workshop of Messrs. Mitchell, in the Borough ?”

“T shall take very good care not to go to see it.”

“Then you will lose a splendid sight, sir. What a
beautiful thing it is; what a lovely shape, and what a
charming car! How jolly we shall all be in it !”

Cc
34 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. .

“Then you have really made up your mind to accom-
pany your master ?”

“1!” replied Joe, decisively. “I would go wherever
he pleased. As if I should ever let him go alone when we
have been round the world together. Who would there be to
assist him when he was fatigued if I were not there ? Whose
strong hand to help him over a precipice? Who would
nurse him if he were to fall ill? No, Mr. Richard, Joe will
always be at his post beside the doctor, or rather, I should
say, all round him.”

“You are a brave fellow.”

“ Besides, you will come with us,” said Joe.

“Oh, of course,” said Kennedy, “ that is to say, I shall
accompany you with the view to stop you at the last
moment from putting such folly into execution. I will
follow the doctor as far as Zanzibar in the hope that he
may even then be dissuaded from his mad project.”

“ With all due respect to you, Mr. Kennedy, you will
not have the slightest effect. My master is not one of your
hair-brained sort, He has been pondering over this under-
taking for a long time, and once his resolution is taken, the
devil himself cannot compel him to change his mind.”

“That remains to be proved,” said Kennedy.

“ Don’t you flatter yourself with any such idea,” con-
tinued Joe. ‘ Besides, it is very important that you should
come too. A sportsman like yourself will be in his very
element in Africa. So you see for every reason you will
not regret your journey.”

“No, certainly. I shall not regret it if this idiotic
scheme can ever be carried out.”

“ By-the-by,” said Joe, “do you know that this is the
day to be weighed P”

“ What do you mean by weighed ?”

“Well, weighed—you and I and my master.”

“ What, like jockeys ?”

“ Ves, like jockeys, Only be assured you will not be
obliged to train if you are too stout. They will take you as
you are.”

“T shall certainly not allow myself to be weighed,” said
the Scot with some warmth.
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 35

“But, sir, it is neceeay for the balloon that you
should.”

“ Well, the balloon must do without, that’s all.”

“Oh, very well, and if in consequence of wrong esti-
mates the balloon should not be able to take us——”

“ Oh, I don’t mean that, of course.”

“Well, shall we, Mr. Kennedy? My master will be
coming to look for us in a moment.”

‘“‘T shall not go,” said Kennedy.

“T am sure you would not wish to annoy him.”

“T cannot help that.”

“ Capital,” cried Joe, laughing; “you only say that
because he is not here, but when he comes in and says to
you, ‘ Dick,’ (begging your pardon, sir) ‘ Dick,’ I want. to
know exactly what you weigh,’ you will go, take my word
for it.”

“T tell you I shall wot.”

At this moment the doctor entered the study where this
conversation had been carried on. He looked toward’
Dick, who did not feel quite at his ease.

“ Dick,” said the doctor, “come with Joe, will you, I
want to ascertain what you two weigh.”

* But——” began Kennedy.

“You needn’t take off your hat—come along.”

And Kennedy went accordingly.

They presented themselves at the workshop of Messrs.
Mitchell, where a steel-yard had been got ready. It was
absolutely necessary that the doctor should know the
weight of his companions, so as to be able to ascettain the
floating power of his balloon. He requested Dick to get
upon the platform of the scales ; he did so without resisting,
but he muttered, “Very well, but this commits me to
nothing.”

“ One hundred and fifty-three pounds,” said the doctor,
writing the weight on his note-book.

‘Am I too heavy?” said Kennedy.

“Oh dear no, Mr. Kennedy,” said Joe; “ besides, I
am so light that it will equalise the matter.” —

As he said this, Joe took his place with alacrity on the
machine. He was very nearly upsetting the whole thing in

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his excitement, and he posed himself after the attitude of
the Duke of Wellington as Achilles in Hyde Park, and was
very grand even without the buckler. ‘One hundred and
twenty pounds,” wrote the doctor.

“ Ha, ha!” cried Joe, with a radiant satisfaction. Why
he smiled he never could have explained.

“ Now it is my turn,” said Ferguson ; and he entered
135 lbs. on his own account. ‘“ We three,” he added, “do
not weigh more than 400 lbs.”

“ But, sir,” said Joe, “if it were necessary I could starve
myself a little, and come down twenty pounds or so.”

“ There will be no necessity for that, my lad,” replied
the doctor ; ‘“‘ you may eat as much as you like, and here is
half-a-crown, so that you may indulge your tastes a little,”

CHAPTER VII.

Geometrical Detail—The Balloon’s Capacity—The Double Balloon—
The Envelope—The Car—The Mysterious Apparatus—The Pro-
visions—The Last Addition.

Docror FEercuson had been occupied for a long time
in the details of his expedition. One can quite understand
that the balloon, the wonderful vehicle destined to trans-
port him through the air, was the object of his unremitting
solicitude.

To begin with, and so as not to have the balloon too
large, he resolved to inflate it with hydrogen gas, which is
14% times lighter than the atmospheric air. This gas is
easily made, and by its use has been the means of obtain-
ing the best aérostatic observations.

The doctor, after careful calculation, found that, with the
indispensable articles of the journey, clothes, &c., it would
be necessary to carry a weight of 4,000 lbs. He must
therefore provide an ascensional power capable of lifting
this weight, and also ascertain what its capacity would be.

A weight of 4,000 lbs. is represented by a displacement
of 44,877 cubic feet of air; in other words, that amiount of
air weighs about 4,000 lbs.

By giving to his balloon the capacity of 44,877 cubic
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 37

feet of air, and filling it, in lieu of air, with hydrogen gas
(which, being 1474 times lighter than air, would not weigh
more than 275 lbs.), there would remain a difference in
the equilibrium to the amount of 3,724 lbs. This is the
difference between the weight of the gas in the balloon and
the weight of the exterior air, which difference constitutes
the ascensional power of the balloon. ;

Now, if we were to introduce the said 44,877 cubic feet
of gas into the balloon it would be completely filled, and
that would never do, because the higher the balloon rises
into the atmosphere, the less dense is the air, and the gas
would very quickly burst the covering. So a balloon is
usually filled to the extent of two-thirds its capacity.

But the doctor, following out an idea of his own, resolved
to fill the balloon only half full, and, inasmuch as he was
obliged to carry 44,877 cubic feet of hydrogen, to make his
ballocn almost double the usual size.

He designed it of an elongated form, which appeared to
be the best. The horizontal diameter was fifty feet, the
vertical diameter seventy-five, He thus obtained a spheroid
capable of containing (in round numbers) 90,000 cubic feet
of gas.

If Dr. Ferguson had been able to make use of two
balloons, his chances of success would have been increased,
and if one happened to burst in the air, he could, by casting
out ballast, save himself by means of the other. But the
manceuvring of two balloons would have been very difficult
when it was necessary to preserve an equal ascending power
in both.

After much reflection, Ferguson, by an ingenious con-
trivance, united the utility of two balloons without their in-
convenience ; he constructed two of unequal size and
enclosed one within the other. The exterior balloon, in
which he adhered to the dimensions given above, contained
a smaller one of the same shape, only forty-five and sixty-
eight feet respectively, of horizontal and vertical diameter.
The capacity of this interior balloon then was only 67,000
cubic feet. It floated in the fluid surrounding it. A valve
opened from one balloon to the other, and admitted of com-
munication between them,
38 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

‘This arrangement had this advantage—viz., that if it were
at any time necessary to let the gas escape, it could be let off
from the larger balloon. Even if they were obliged to
empty it altogether, the smaller one would remain intact ;
they could then detach the exterior covering—a useless
drag on them—and the second balloon by itself would not
offer the same resistance to the wind as a partially-filled
balloon.

Furthermore, if by accident the outer balloon were
injured, the other would be intact. Both balloons were
made with striped taffetas from Lyons, coated with gutta-
percha. ‘This resinous-gummy substance is perfectly water-
proof, and is unaffected by acids or gas. The taffetas were
placed side by side double, stretching upwards to the top,
where almost all the weight was.

This envelope could retain the gas for an unlimited
period. It weighed half a pound to nine square feet. Now
as the surface of the exterior balloon was about 11,600
square feet, its envelope weighed 650lbs. The envelope
of the second balloon had a surface of 9,200 cubic feet, and
weighed only 510 lbs. ; altogether they weighed 1,160 lbs.

The netting to hold the car was made ot the strongest
hempen cord; the valves became objects of the most minute
care, as if they had been the rudder of a ship. The car
was of circular form, and fifteen feet in diameter, of osier,
strengthened by a light iron covering, and fastened to the
lower part by elastic springs, with a view to break the force
of concussion. Its weight, including the net, did not exceed
280 lbs.

The doctor caused to be made also four chests of sheet-
iron about one-eighth of an inch thick. These were joined
together by tubes furnished with taps. He added a coil
about two inches wide, which terminated in two straight
branches of unequal lengths, of which the greater was
twenty-five feet high, and the shorter fifteen feet only. The
chests were fitted into the car so as to occupy the least
possible space. The large tap, not easily fitted, was
packed separately, as well as a large galvanic battery. This
apparatus had been so ingeniously contrived that it only
weighed 700 Ibs., and contained as much as twenty-five
gallons of water in one case alone,
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 39

The instruments prepared for the journey were two
barometers, -two thermometers, two compasses, a sextant,
two chronometers, an artificial horizon, and an instrument
to take the levels of distant and inaccessible objects. He
had access to the Greenwich Observatory. He, however,
did not propose to make any experiments in physics, he
wished merely to become acquainted with his intended
route, and to determine the position of the principal rivers,
mountains, and towns.

He provided three grapnels of well-tested iron, also a
silken ladder, tough and tight, about fifty feet in length.

He also estimated the weight of his provisions; they
consisted of tea, coffee, biscuits, salt meat, and pemmican,
a preparation which, in a very small compass, contains a
great deal of nourishment. Besides a reserve of brandy, he
stowed away two tanks of water, containing about twenty-
two gallons each.

The consumption of these viands would, by degrees,
diminish the weight of the balloon. For it is very neces-
sary to know that in the air a balloon is sensible of the
least difference of weight. An almost inappreciable loss is
sufficient to make a considerable difference in displacement.

The doctor had not forgotten a tent, which could cover
up part of the car; neither rugs, which composed all their
bed-clothes during the journey ; nor the rifles and ammuni-
tion.

The following is the statement of his different calcula-
tions :—

Ferguson ... ss tue wey aes

T35 fos.
Kennedy ... ods te it
Joe... 5a one faa ¥20°:,;
Weight of first balloon ... is a 550 4,
Weight of second balloon ass ots 510 ,,
Car and netting »... 280 4,
Grapnels, instruments, guns, rg tent,
and various utensils ves 190 ,,
Meat, pemmican, biscuits, tea, coffee,
and brandy —... se ee See 386 ,,
Water Pre so ies bee eS 400 ,,
Clothing ... Si ove ae 7OO 4,
Weight of hydrogen ae oe ue 276 ,,
Ballast... ee ase a ers 200

Total see 4,000 lbs.
40 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

Such was the detail of the 4,000 lbs, that Doctor Fer-
guson proposed to raise. He only carried 200 lbs. of
ballast, “merely for a contingency,” said he, for, thanks
to his arrangements, he did not anticipate to be obliged
to use it,

CHAPTER VIII.

Usefulness of Joe—The Captain of the /esolute—Kennedy’s Arms—
Arrangements—The Farewell Dinner—Departure on Feb. 24th—
The Doctor’s Lectures on Science—Duveyrier, Livingstone —
Details of Aérial Journey—Kennedy silenced.

Asout the 1oth of February the preparations were near
completion ; the balloons, enclosed one within the other,
were entirely finished; they had been subjected to a tre-
mendous pressure, and this “ proving” raised high opinions
as to their powers of endurance, and bore witness to the care
brought to bear upon their construction.

Joe was beside himself with joy ; he was perpetually
moving between Greek Street and the workshop of the
Messrs. Mitchell—always busy, but always in good spirits ;
volunteering information on all sides, delighted above all
things to accompany his master. I am of opinion that, to
show the balloon, to explain the doctor’s ideas, even to let
him be seen at a window or during his walk through the
streets, gained this worthy lad many a half-crown. He did
not intend this altogether, but he certainly had the right to
profit a little by the admiration and curiosity of his con-
temporaries.

On the 16th February the Meso/ute cast anchor at Green-
wich. She was a screw steamer of 800 tons, a fast sailer, and
had been commissioned to revictual the expedition to the
Arctic Regions under Sir James Ross. Captain Penney was
a good-natured man, and was particularly interested in the
doctor’s journey, which he saw the value of some time before.
Penney was more of a savant than a sailor, but that did not
militate against his carrying four carronades on board, which,
however, had never done any harm, and only made the
least warlike of reports.
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The hold of the esoute was fitted up for the reception
of the balloon. It was put on board most carefully on
the 18th February, and stowed away at the bottom of
the vessel so as to avoid the chance of accident. The
car and its accessories, the grapnels, the ropes, the
provisions, the water-tanks (which were to be filled on
arrival), were all stowed under the eyes of Ferguson
himself. They also put on board ten tons of sulphuric
acid, and ten tons of old iron, for the manufacture of
hydrogen gas. This was a more than sufficient quantity,
but it was necessary to guard against possible loss. The
apparatus for developing the gas, and composed of about
thirty barrels, was placed in the hold.

These various preparations were completed by the
evening of the 18th February. Two well-arranged cabins
had been prepared for the doctor and Kennedy. The
latter, all the time vowing that he would not go, came on
board with a perfect armoury of guns and rifles, two ex-
cellent double-barrelled breech-loaders, and a carbine,
tested by Purday, Moore, and Dickson, of Edinburgh. With
such a weapon the sportsman would have no difficulty to
lodge a bullet in the eye of a chamois at 2,000 yards,
Added to these he had two Colt’s “ six-shooters ” with the
latest improvements; his powder-flask, shot-pouch, lead, and
bullets in sufficient quantity did not exceed the weight laid
down by the doctor.

The three travellers went on board on the roth
February and were received with great distinction by the
captain and officers. The doctor was quite self-possessed
but unusually pre-occupied with his expedition. Dick was
much moved, but tried not to betray his feelings. Joe
jumped about, making absurd remarks, and was at once
installed as the wag of the forecastle, where a berth had
been reserved for him. On the 2oth, a grand farewell
dinner was given in honour of Doctor Ferguson and his
friend Kennedy, by the Royal Geographical Society.
Captain Penney and his officers had also been invited, who
were very cheerful, and had their healths proposed in
flattering terms. Healths were drank in sufficient number
to ensure for each guest an existence of centuries. Sir
42 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.



Francis M presided, with repressed emotion, but in a
very dignified manner.

To the unutterable confusion of Dick Kennedy, he came
in for a large share of the festive compliments. After
having drunk to “ the bold Ferguson, the glory of England,”
they found it necessary to toast “the no less courageous
Kennedy, his brave companion.”

Dick blushed deeply, which was put down to modesty ;
the applause was redoubled. Dick blushed still more.

A telegram from the Queen was received at dessert.
She presented her compliments to the travellers, and her
good wishes for the success of their enterprise.

This incident necessitated a new toast to the “ Health of
Her Most Gracious Majesty.”

At midnight, after the most touching farewells and warm
grasps of the hand, the guests separated.

The boats of the Resoéude were in waiting at Westminster
Bridge, the captain took his place in company with his
officers and passengers, and a rapid ebb tide quickly carried
them to Greenwich. At one o’clock they were all fast
asleep on board.

The next morning, the 21st, at three o’clock, the fires
were lighted: at five, the anchor was weighed, and with the
assistance of her screw, the Aesolue threaded her way to the
sea.

There is no necessity for us to repeat the conversation
which, on board, turned solely upon Dr. Ferguson’s expedi-
tion. By his bearing, equally as by words, he inspired such
confidence that, save the Scot, no one questioned the
success of his undertaking. During the long, idle hours on
board, the doctor instituted a regular geographical lecture in
the ward-room. ‘The young men were passionately fond of
the discoveries which had been made during forty years in
Africa, He related the explorations of Barth, Burton,
Speke, and Grant; he described to them hat mysterious
land given up on all sides to scientific research. In the
north the young Duveyrier had explored the Sahara, and
brought back the Touareg chiefs to Paris. Two expeditions,
under the authority of the French Government, were being
prepared, which, descending from the north to the west,
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 43

would meet at Timbuctoo. In the south the indefatigable

Livingstone was continually advancing towards the equator,

and, since March, 1862, he had advanced with Mackenzie

up the river Rovoonia. The next century would certainly

not pass away without Africa being compelled to reveal the
- secrets hidden in her breast for 6,000 years.

The interest of Dr. Ferguson’s audience was more ex-
cited than ever when he made them acquainted with the
details of his preparations. They wanted to verify his
calculations, they argued, and the doctor entered frankly
into the discussion.

Generally they were surprised by the relatively limited
quantity of food they were to carry. One day they ques-
tioned him on this point.

“ Does that astonish you?” asked the doctor.

“ Certainly it does.”

“But for what length of time do you suppose I shall
continue my journey? Whole months? ‘That is a mistake
on your part. If it be extended we shall be lost, and shall
never get back at all. Are you not aware that it is only
3,500 miles, say 4,000 miles, from Zanzibar to Senegal
coast? Now, at the rate of 240 miles in twelve hours, not
nearly the speed of our railways, by day and night, seven
days would be ample to cross the African continent.”

“But then you will not be able to see anything, nor
to make geographical observations, nor take notes of the
country.” :

“Well,” replied the doctor, “if I be master of my
balloon, if I can ascend or descend when I please, I shall
be able to halt when I choose, and whenever the winds are
so violent as to threaten my safety.”

“ And you will encounter them,” said Captain Penney.
“There are hurricanes there which rush at the rate of 240
miles an hour.”

‘So, you see,” replied the doctor, “that at that pace
you could cross Africa in twelve hours. You might start
from Zanzibar and sleep at St. Louis.”

“ But,” asked an officer, “is it possible that a balloon
can be impelled at such a pace ?”

“That has been proved,” replied Ferguson,
44 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ And the balloon resisted the pressure ?”

“ Perfectly. It occurred during the year 1804. Garnerin,
the aéronaut, started from Paris at eleven o'clock at night a
balloon, on which was inscribed in golden letters, ‘ Paris,
25th month, 13th year, coronation of the Emperor Napoleon
by Pope Pius the Seventh.’ The following morning, at five
o’clock, the inhabitants of Rome perceived the identical
balloon hovering above the Vatican; it crossed the Cam-
pagna, and fell into the Lake of Bracciano. So you see,
gentlemen, that a balloon can exist in such a rapid
transit.”

“A balloon, yes; but how about a man?” Kennedy
ventured to ask.

“Just as well. Fora balloon is always motionless, in
consequence of the air surrounding it. Itis not the man
who moves, it is the mass of the air itself; so that, if you
were to light a candle in the car, the flame would not
flicker. An aéronaut in Garnerin’s balloon would not have
suffered by the rate of progression. However, I do not
propose to try such a rapid flight, and if I can anchor
during the night to some tree or to some uneven ground, I
shall be all right. We-shall carry, moreover, provisions for
two months, and nothing will prevent our skilful sportsman
here from shooting any quantity of game when we get to
the ground.”

“Ah, Mr. Kennedy, you will, indeed, have some
splendid sport,” said a young midshipman, with an envious
glance at the Scotchman.

“Without counting the double pleasure of partaking
in the glory of the expedition,” said another.

“Gentlemen,” replied Kennedy, “I am very sensible
of your kind compliments, but I cannot accept them, I
fear.”

“ Hallo, what’s this!” was heard on all sides. “Do
you not intend to go?”

“T shall not go.”

“You will not accompany Doctor Ferguson ?”

“Not only shall I not go with him, but I am here for
the express purpose of stopping him even at the last
moment |”
FIVE WEERS IN A BALLOON. 43

Everyone looked at the doctor.

“Don’t listen to him,” said Ferguson, calmly. “It is a
subject we never need discuss with him. He knows per-
fectly well at heart that he will go !”

“ By St. Andrew,” cried Kennedy, “I swear——’

“Don’t swear, Dick, my friend; you have been measured
and weighed, you and your powder and shot, your guns and
your rifles, so there is no use talking about it.”

And it is a fact that, from that day until the day they
reached Zanzibar, Dick did not open his mouth upon that
subject or any other. Dick was dumb !

CHAPTER IX.

Doubling the Cape—The Wit of the Forecastle—Lectures upon
Cosmography by Professor Joe—About guiding Balloons—On
the Search for Atmospheric Currents—‘‘ Eureka.”

THE Resolute made rapid progress towards the Cape,
meeting with fine weather, but with occasionally heavy
seas.

Upon the 30th March, twenty-seven days after they had
left London, Table Mountain appeared upon the horizon.
Cape Town, situated at the foot of an amphitheatre of
hills, could be distinguished by the glasses, and the Resolute
soon cast anchor in the harbour. But the captain only
waited to “coal,” which was accomplished in a day, and
upon the following one the ship’s head was put to the south
to double the most southerly point of Africa and enter the
Mozambique Channel.

As this was by no means Joe’s first voyage, he very soon
made himself at home on board. Everyone liked him for
his frankness and good humour. No inconsiderable portion
of his master’s fame was reflected upon him, he was listened
to as an oracle, and he had not the slightest doubt that he
was anything else.

Now, while the doctor was continuing his course of
lectures in the cabin, Joe was mounted on the forecastle
telling stories in his own way, a proceeding in imitation of
the greatest writers of all ages. The subject of the aérial
46 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

voyage was naturally discussed. Joe had had some trouble
to overcome the stubborn spirits of his companions; but
now the enterprise was an accepted fact, the imagination
of the sailors, stimulated by Joe’s stories, believed every-
thing to be possible.

This dazzling narrator had persuaded his hearers that
after this voyage there would be many more undertaken.
It was only the commencement of a long series of super-
human expeditions.

“Don’t you see, my friends, that when one has had a
taste of this kind of locomotion one can be no longer con-
tented, so in our next expedition, instead of going sideways,
we shall go directly upwards.”

“What! right up into the moon, then?” cried his
astonished audience.

“Into the moon?” rejoined Joe ; “no, faith, that is too
commonplace. Everybody now goes up to the moon.
Moreover, there is no water there, and one would be
obliged to carry a quantity of provisions, and even air up in
bottles to be able to breathe.”

“ Well, it would be all right if one could find some grog
up there,” said a sailor who had only lately experienced the
taste of that mixture.

“ That’s enough, my lad, we shall not go to the moon,
but we shall sail about amongst the stars in the midst of
those beautiful planets of which my master has often spoken
tome. We shall commence by visiting Saturn.”

“ That one with the ring ?” asked the quartermaster.

“Yes, a wedding-ring, only no one knows what has
become of his wife.”

' “ Hullo! are you going so far as that?” said a cabin-
boy, utterly astounded. “Why your master must be the
devil in person !”

“ The devil! oh dear no ; he is too good for that.”

“ But where are you going after Saturn?” asked one of
the most impatient of the audience.

“ After Saturn? Well, we shall visit Jupiter, a most
extraordinary country, where the days are only nine hours
and a half long, which is a great blessing for idle people ;
and where the years, by-the-by, last as long as twelve of
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. | 47

ours, which is a great source of satisfaction to people who
have only six months to live. That gives them a little
longer lease of life.”

“Twelve years !” exclaimed the cabin-boy.

“Yes, my boy; so in that country you would not be
weaned yet, and that old fellow over there, who is nearly
fifty, would be only a child four years and a half old.”

“ That is not true!” cried all the men.

“ Perfectly true!” said Joe, with assurance. “But
what can you expect if you will persist in vegetating in
this world? You learn nothing, and you remain as ignorant
as a porpoise. Come up to Jupiter for a little, and you
will see. You must hold on pretty tight up there, for there
are satellites knocking about which are occasionally incon-
venient.”

They laughed at this, but they did not half believe
him. Then he spoke to them about Neptune, where sailors
were always so well received, and of Mars, where soldiers
take the wall, which conduct on their part invariably leads
toafight. As for Mercury, it is a wretched place, full of
robbers and tradesmen, who are so much alike, that it is
difficult to distinguish one from the other. Finally, he
drew them a truly enchanting picture of Venus; “ and when
we shall have returned from that expedition we shall be
decorated with the Southern Cross.”

“ And well you will have won it,” cried the sailors.

Thus, in animated conversation, the long evenings were
passed on the forecastle. All this time the interesting
conversations with the doctor continued.

One day, when they were conversing respecting the
guidance of balloons, Ferguson was asked to give his opinion
on the question.

“T donot think,” he said, “that we shall ever be able to
direct the course of a balloon. I am acquainted with all
the systems which have been proposed or attempted. Not
one has succeeded ; not one is practicable. You may very
well imagine that I have myself been engaged in this
matter, which ought to possess a very great interest for me,
but I have never been able to solve it by means of our
present knowledge of mechanics. It would be necessary to
48 FIVE WEFKS IN A BALLOON.

discover a motive power of extraordinary strength and of an
impossible lightness. Even then, one could not resist any
considerable currents. As it is, one is much more anxious
to direct the car than the balloon. That’s a mistake.”

“ Nevertheless,” said someone, “there is a great re-
semblance between the balloon and a ship, which can be
guided at will.”

“Not at all,” replied Doctor Ferguson; “there is little
or no resemblance. Air is infinitely less dense than water,
in which, moreover, a ship is only half submerged, while
the balloon is entirely surrounded by the atmosphere, and
remains stationary on account of the fluid which encircles
it.”

“Then you are of opinion that science is exhausted
upon that point?”

“ Not so, not so; it has become necessary to look for
other means by which, if a balloon cannot be guided, it can
be kept up in favourable atmospheric currents. As one rises
higher, these currents become more uniform, and are more
constant in their direction, as they are not interfered with
by the valleys and mountains which intersect the face of the
earth; and here is the principal cause, as you are aware, of
the changes of the force and direction of the wind. Now
once these zones have been determined, the balloon will
only have to be placed in the currents which will be met
there.”

“ But,” replied the captain, “to hit upon these currents
you must be always ascending or descending. There is the
true difficulty, my dear doctor.”

“Why, my dear captain?” |

“Let us understand each’ other; it would only be an
obstacle in the way of long journeys, not for small ascents.”

“ Your reasons, if you please ?”

“ Because you can only ascend by throwing out ballast,
you can only descend by letting the gas escape ; and under
these circumstances your store of gas would be very soon
exhausted.”

“My dear Penney, that is the point of the whole thing.
There is ¢he difficulty which science should endeavour to
overcome. It is not a question of directing the course of a
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 49

balloon so much, as it is a question of moving up and
down without losing the gas, which is the strength, the
blood, the soul, so to speak, of a balloon.”

“ Quite right, doctor ; but this difficulty is not overcome ;
the means to accomplish this have not yet been found.”

“ Excuse me, they have been.”

“ By whom ?”

“ By me.”

“ By you /” te

“Why, you must understand that without this power I
should not have run the risks of crossing Africa in a
balloon. Why, in about twenty-four hours I should have
had no gas left.”

“ But you have never spoken of this in England !”

“No, I did not think it desirable to discuss it in public.
That seemed to me useless. I made secretly some pre-
liminary exneriments, and I am satisfied. I have not any
need of learning anything further on that point.”

“My dear Ferguson, may one ask to be made ac-
quainted with your secrets ?”

“ Here it 1s, gentlemen, and my plan is a very simple
one.” .
The curiosity of the audience was raised to the highest
pitch, while the doctor calmly addressed himself to his
subject as follows.

CHAPTER X,

Preliminary Experiments—The Five Chests—The Blow-pipe—The
Stove—The Manner of Working—Success Achieved.

“Attempts have been made frequently, gentlemen, to
ascend and descend at will, without losing the gas in a
balloon. A French aéronaut, M. Meumier, attempted to
do this by compressing the air. A Belgian doctor, Van
Hecke, by means of wings and paddles, made as of a
vertical force, which has proved ineffective in the majority
of instances. The practical results obtained by the above
means are insignificant.

“T then resolved to go into the question boldly, and at

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once put the ballast on one side, if it were not a case of
absolute necessity as to the breaking of my apparatus, or in
case of being obliged to rise suddenly to avoid an un-
expected obstacle.

“ My means of ascent and descent consist equally in
the dilation or contraction by varying temperatures of the
gas confined in the balloon. And this is how I manage it.

“You have already seen put on board certain chests
with the car, of which you did not understand the utility.
These chests are five in number.

“The first contains about twenty-five gallons of water, to
which I add sulphuric acid to increase its conductibility,
and I resolve it into its component parts by means of a
strong Bautzen galvanic battery. Water, as you are aware,
is composed of two volumes hydrogen gas to one of
oxygen.

“The oxygen under the battery action goes off by the
positive pole into a second chest. A third chest, placed on
the top of it, and of about twice the size, receives the
hydrogen which enters it by the negative pole.

“Two taps, one of which has an opening double that of
the other, keep up a communication between these two
cases and a fourth, which is known as the mixing chest.
Here in fact the gases arising from the decomposition of the
water mingle together. The capacity of this chest is about
forty-one cubic feet, In the upper part of it is a platinum
tube with a stop-cock.

“You will already have perceived, gentlemen, that
the apparatus I have described is nothing more than an oxy-
hydrogen blow-pipe, the heat evolved by which surpasses
that of a forge fire.

“That matter settled, I pass on to the second part of
the apparatus.

“From the lower part of my balloon, which is her-
metically closed, two tubes pass out at a short distance
from each other. One: of these leads from the upper
volume of hydrogen, the other from the lower. They both
descend as far as the car, and terminate in a cylindrical
iron chest called the heat chest. It is closed at each
extremity by a strong disc of the same metal.
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“ The tube from the lower part of the balloon enters the
cylindrical chest through the lower disc, and there assumes
the shape of a coil, whose woper rings occupy nearly the
entire height of the box. Before leaving the chest, the coil
is led into a little cone, whose base, concave, like a round
cap, is directed downwards.

“Tt is at the top of this cone that the second tube
makes its exit, and it terminates, as I have said, in the
upper folds of the balloon.

“The spherical cap of the little cone is made of
platinum, so that it may not be melted under 'the action of
the blow-pipe, for this is placed at the bottom of the iron
case in the centre of the coil, and the flame lightly licks
this cap.

“You know those stoves used for warming rooms? You
know how they act? The air of the room is forced through
the tubes and comes back warmer. So that what I have
been describing is, after all, only a stove.

‘“And, in fact, what takes place? Once the blow-pipe is
lighted, the hydrogen is warmed and rises rapidly by the.
tube to the upper part of the balloon. A vacuum is caused
below, and the gas from the lower part is attracted to fill
it, which, in its turn, is warmed, and is continually re-
placed, so that an extremely rapid current of gas is
generated, leaving the balloon, returning, and being warmed
without cessation.

“Now, gas increases sty of their volume for every
degree of heat. If, then, I created a temperature of 18°,
the hydrogen in the balloon will increase #ss, or 1,614
cubic feet ; it will then displace 1,674 cubic feet of air more,
which will increase its power of ascent 16olbs. That
comes, then, to the same weight of ballast. If I increase
the temperature to 24°, the gas expands 438, it displaces
6,740 cubic feet, and the ascending force amounts to
1,600 lbs. :

“ You can understand, gentlemen, that I am easily able to
obtain considerable changes of equilibrium. The volume of
a balloon has been calculated in such a way that, when half
inflated, it displaces a weight of air exactly equal to the
envelope of hydrogen gas and of the car occupied by the

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travellers and their belongings. At this point of inflation it
is in exact equilibrium in the air; it will neither rise nor
fall, ~

~ “In order to ascend, I bring the gas to a temperature
higher than the ambient temperature, by means of my blow-
pipe; by this access of heat, a strong tension is created,
and fills the balloon, which rises so long as I expand the
hydrogen. .

“ ‘lhe descent is, naturally, made by moderating the heat,
and permitting the temperature to cool. The ascent will
generally be much more rapid than the descent. But that
is a very good feature, for one never wants to descend
quickly, and it is, on the contrary, a quick upward move-
ment by which I avoid danger, which is beneath me, not
above the balloon.

“‘ However, as already hinted, I havea certain quantity of
ballast which can be got rid of, and enable me to rise still
more quickly if desirable. The valve at the top is only a
safety-valve. The balloon itself looks after its supply of
hydrogen; the variations of temperature which I can pro-
duce in the cenire of the gas reservoir are only applied to
the ascending and descending movements.

“Now, gentlemen, I will just add a few practical details,

“ The combustion of hydrogen and oxygen at the end of
the blow-pipe produces only watery vapour. I have there-
fore provided the lower part of the cylindrical case with an
escape-pipe acting with the pressure of two atmospheres.
Consequently, so soon as that pressure has been reached,
the vapour makes its escape of its own accord.

“ Here are the exact figures.

“Twenty-five gallons of water, resolved into their con-
stituent elements, yield 200 lbs. of oxygen and 25 Ibs. of
hydrogen. That represents, at the tension of the air,
1,890 cubic feet of the former and 3,780 cubic feet of the
latter; altogether, 670 cubic feet of the mingled gases.

“Now the top of the blow-pipe, fully open, gives twenty-
seven cubic feet per hour, with a flame at least six times
more powerful than the largest lamp. On an average, then,
and so as not to be too high up, I shall only burn nine
cubic feet in the hour, so my twenty-five gallons of water
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represent 630 hours of aérial navigation, or rather more
than twenty-six days.

“As I can descend at pleasure and obtain water. on my
route, my journey is practically indefinite.

“ There is my secret, gentlemen; it is very simple, and,
like all simple things, it cannot but succeed. My plan is
only the extension and contraction of the gas in the balloon,
which necessitates no wings nor mechanical power of
motion. A stove to produce changes of temperature and a
blow-pipe to warm it are neither heavy nor in the way.
I believe that I have overcome all the serious difficulties
of the undertaking.”

Here Doctor Ferguson ended his discourse, and
was heartily applauded. No one had any objections to
advance. Everything appeared provided for and carried
out.

“Nevertheless,” said the captain, “it may be very
dangerous.”

“ What does that matter,” rejoined the doctor, “if it be
practicable ?”

CHAPTER XI.

Arrival at Zanzibar—The English Consul—Opposition of the Inhabi-
tants—Isle Koumbeni—The Rain-Makers—Inflation of the Balloon
—Departure—Last Farewells—The ‘* Victoria.”

FavourinG breezes had hurried the esolute towards her
destination. The Mozambique Channel proved particularly
kind to her, The sea voyage was held as a good omen for
the success of the air journey, Everyone on board wished
for the moment of arrival, and vied in assisting Doctor
Ferguson in his final preparations.

At length the vessel came in sight of the town of Zan-
zibar, situated upon the island of the same name, and on
the 15th April, at 11 a.M., she cast anchor in the harbour.

Zanzibar belongs to the Imaum of Muscat, an ally of
England | and France, and it is certainly a beautiful posses-
sion, Tae harbour shelters a great number of ships hailing
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from neighbouring ports. The island is only separated from
the mainland by a channel about thirty miles wide.

Zanzibar enjoys a large traffic in gum, ivory, and, above
all, ebony, for it is a celebrated slave market. Here are
concentrated all the booty taken in the battles which are
being incessantly waged by the chiefs in the interior. This
traffic extends to the whole eastern coast, almost up to the
Nile region, and Mr. Lejean has seen them carrying on the
traffic close to the French consul’s residence.

So soon as the Resoluce had arrived the English consul
came on board, to offer his assistance to the dector, whose
intentions the European journals had some time before
announced. But up to that time the consul had enrolled
himself among the sceptics.

“T confess I did doubt you,” said he, extending his
hand to Doctor Ferguson, “ but I doubt no longer.”

He placed his house at the disposal of the doctor, of
Kennedy, and, naturally, of Joe also. While enjoying these
attentions the doctor remembered several letters which he
had received from Captain Speke. The captain and his
companions had undergone terrible sufferings from hunger
and bad weather before reaching the territory of Ugogo.
They only advanced with extreme difficulty, and gave up
all hope of forwarding intelligence quickly.

“Those are some of the perils and privations which we
shall avoid,” said the docior.

The baggage of the three travellers was.sent up to the
consul’s house. They made preparations to land the balloon
upon the beach at Zanzibar ; they had there fixed upon a
convenient spot close to the signal station, near to an enor-
mous erection which sheltered them from the east wind.
This immense tower, like a tun standing on end, and com-
pared to which the great tun of Heidelberg is but a small
barrel, was used as a fort, and upon the platforms Be-
loutchis, armed with lances, kept watch—a lazy, noisy gar-
rison.

But when the balloon was about to be landed, the consul
was warned that the population of the island would oppose
the disembarkation by force. This was only their blind
fanatical passions showing themselves, The news of the
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arrival of a Christian, who was about to rise up into the air,
was received with much irritation. The blacks, more ex-
cited than the Arabs, saw in this project intentions hostile
to their religion, for they imagined the white men were
about to go up to the sun and moon. As the sunand moon
are both worshipped by the African tribes, these people
determined to oppose this sacrilegious expedition. The
consul being acquainted with these intentions of the negroes,
conferred respecting them with the doctor and Captain
Penney. ‘The latter had no desire to yield to menace, but
his friend caused him to regard it in a different light.

“We shall accomplish our object,” said he, ‘and even
the Imaum’s soldiers would assist us if necessary; but, my
dear captain, an accident very easily occurs—an unfortunate
blow would do irreparable damage to the balloon, and the
journey would be hopelessly deferred ; it is much better to
take precautionary measures.”

“ But what can you do? Ifwe disembark anywhere on
the coast, it will be all the same. What can you do?”

“ Nothing easier to answer,” said the consul. “ Do you
perceive those islands outside the harbour? Disembark
your balloon there, establish a cordon of sailors round you,
and you will have nothing to fear.”

“ Capital,” cried the doctor, “and we shall be able to
make our preparations in comfort.”

The captain yielded to this advice. The Resolute hauled
up alongside the island of Koumbeni. During the morning
of the 16th April the balloon was safely bestowed in the
midst of an open space, shaded from the sun by large sur-
rounding trees.

Two masts, each twenty-eight feet high, were placed at
some distance apart, and pulleys fixed to them, so as to
raise the balloon to the centre of the rope stretched between
them. The balloons were quite empty. The inner one
was fastened to the top of the outer one, so that it could
be raised with it.

To the lower extremity of each balloon were fixed. the
tubes for the introduction of the hydrogen. The whole of
the 17th was passed in arranging the apparatus for making
the gas. It consisted of thirty casks, in which the decom-
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position of the water was carried on by means of iron and
sulphuric acid mixed with a quantity of water. -The hydro-
gen gave off into a vast vat in the centre, having been
purified in transit, and thence it passed into the balloons
through the tubes. In this manner each was filled with an
accurately-known quantity of gas,

In this operation 1,866 gallons of sulphuric acid, 16,500
pounds of iron, and 966 gallons of water were employed.

This: operation’ was begun about three o’clock on the
following morning, and continued till eight. The next day
the balloons, covered by the net, were balanced gracefully
above the car, which was held down by a number of bags
of earth. The apparatus for the dilatation was put in with
great care, and the pipes leading from the balloon were
fastened into the cylindrical chest.

The grapnels, ropes, instruments, rugs, tent, the provi-
sions, and arms were placed in the car as previously
arranged. Water was provided at Zanzibar. Two hundred
pounds of ballast were taken in in fifty sacks, and placed at
the bottom of the car within reach.

The preparations were ended about 5 p.m. The sentinels
patrolled continually around the island, and the boats of
the Resolite kept watch in the channel.

The negroes continued to display their anger by cries,
grimaces, and contortions. The sorcerors went about
amongst the excited people fanning their indignation.
Some fanatics endeavoured to swim across to the island,
but they were easily repulsed.

Then the charms and incantations commenced. The
rain-compellers, who pretended to be able to control the
clouds, summoned up hurricanes and hailstones to their
assistance. For that object they collected leaves of all the
different trees in the country and made a fire, and sacri-
ficed a sheep by driving a long needle into its heart.
But, notwithstanding their ceremonies, the sky continued
cloudless, and they were no better for their sheep and their
grimaces.

The negroes then abandoned themselves to the most
terrible orgies, and got tremendously drunk with ‘“ tembo,”
a potent spirit derived from the cocoa-nut tree, or upon a
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very “heady” species of beer called “ togwa.” Their songs
without melody, but of correct rhythm, were heard all
through the night.

About 6 p.m. a farewell dinner was given to the three
travellers on board the Resolute. Kennedy, to whom nobody
addressed many questions, muttered some indistinct sen-
tences, and never took his gaze from Doctor Ferguson.

This was a very melancholy repast. The near approach
of the moment for parting inspired many sad reflections in
everyone. What fate was in store for these venturesome
travellers ?

Should they ever return to their friends and their happy
homes? If their means of transport failed, what would be-
come of them in the midst of savage tribes in an unknown
territory in the embrace of an illimitable desert ?

These fancies, hitherto put in the background, and to
which they had attached little importance, now began to
prey upon their already excited feelings. Doctor Ferguson,
always cool and collected, spoke of other things and other
people, but even he struggled in vain to dissipate the pre-
vailing sadness ; he could not overcome that.

As some fears had been expressed respecting the safety
of the doctor and his companions, they slept that night on
board the Jesolute. At 6 a.M. they quitted their cabin and
landed on the island of Kuombeni.

The balloon floated gracefully in the light easterly breeze.
The bags of earth had been replaced by twenty sailors.
Captain Penney and his officers were present at this last
solemn farewell.

At this moment Kennedy walked up to the doctor, and
took his hand.

“Ts it really decided, Samuel, that you are going?”

“Tt is really decided, my dear Dick.”

“J have done all I could to hinder your voyage ?”

“Everything !”

“Then my conscience is clear, and I shall go with
you!”

““T was sure you would,” replied the doctor, as the tears
started to his eyes.

The moment for the final adieux had now arrived. The
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captain and his officers all embraced their courageous friends,
not excepting the worthy Joe, proud and joyful that day.
All the sailors wished to shake hands with Doctor Ferguson.

At nine o’clock the three travelling companions took
their places in the car. The doctor lighted his blow-pipe,
and heated it so as to produce a high temperature. The
balloon, which had hitherto remained zz eguilibrio, began to
sway. The sailors were obliged to slacken the ropes they
held. The car ascended twenty feet.

“My friends,” cried the doctor, coming forward and
waving his hat, “let us give our aérial vessel a name which
carries happiness everywhere—let us call it the ‘ Victoria !’”

A ringing cheer was the reply.

“God save the Queen! Hurrah for Old England !”

At this moment the ascending force reached a tremen-
dous pitch. Ferguson, Kennedy, and Joe waved a last adieu
to their friends.

"Let go, all!” cried the doctor.

And the “ Victoria” rose rapidly, while the four carro-
nades of the Resolute thundered out a salute as she glided
upwards on her perilous journey.

CHAPTER XII.

Crossing the Straits—The Mrima—Proposals of Dick and Joe—
Recipe for Coffee—Uzarmo—The unfortunate Maizen—Mount
Duthumi—The Dvctor’s Maps—Night upon a Nopal.

THE air was clear, the wind was moderate, the “ Victoria”

mounted almost perpendicularly to a height of 1,500 feet,
which was indicated by a depression of nearly two inches in
the barometrical column.

At this elevation, a more decided current carried the
balloon towards the south-west. What a magnificent pano-
rama unfolded itself beneath the eyes of the travellers!
The island of Zanzibar was in sight from end to end, and
stood out in its rich colouring as upon a huge board; the
fields presented an appearance of patchwork, and the large
clumps of trees indicated. the woods and coppices.

The inhabitants appeared like insects, ‘The cheers and
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cries died away in the air by degrees, and the reports of
the ship’s guns vibrated only in the lower concavity of the
balloon.

“ How splendid all that is!” cried Joe, breaking the
silence for the first time.

No reply was vouchsafed. The doctor was occupied in
observing the barometrical changes and taking note of the
various details of the ascent.

Kennedy stared at it and could not take it all in.

_ The sun added to the heat of the blow-pipe and in-
creased the expansion of the gas. The “ Victoria” reached
a height of 2,5c0 feet. :

The Resolute uow appeared like a small barque, and the
African coast loomed in the west like an enormous line of
foam.

“Why don’t you speak ?” said Joe.

“We are making observations,” replied the doctor, as
he turned his glass towards the continent.

“Well, I feel as if I must speak,” said Joe.

“ Fire away, Joe; talk as much as you like.”

Joe therefore gave way to a tremendous string of excla-
mations. The “ ohs,” the “ahs,” and the “ good heavens”
were something astonishing.

While they were crossing the sea, the doctor thought it
better to maintain this elevation, as he could observe a
greater extent of coast ; the thermometer and the barometer,
suspended in the interior of the halfopened tent, were
almost incessantly consulted ; a second barometer, placed
outside, was for use during the night.

After two hours the “ Victoria,” impelled at a rate of a
little over eight miles, neared the coast. The doctor de-
termined to approach the earth; be moderated the flame
of the blow-pipe, and soon the balloon descended to within
300 feet of the ground.

He perceived that he was just over Mrima, a name
bestowed on this portion of the coast of Eastern Africa ;
thick lines of mangoe bushes lined the shore, whose roots,
lacerated by the Indian Ocean, were left plainly visible by
the ebb-tide.

The sand-hills, which formerly constituted the coast line,
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rose above the horizon, and the Mount Nguru showed its
head in the north-west.

The “Victoria” passed close to a village, which, from
the map, the doctor pronounced to be Kaole. All the
population assembled to utter yells of anger and fear as the
travellers passed. Arrows were vainly directed against the
air monster, which floated majestically above the reach of
their futile fury.

The wind went round to the south, but the doctor was
not disturbed by this ; on the contrary ; he was rather glad to
follow the route traversed by Captains Burton and Speke.

Kennedy at last had become as loquacious as Joe, and
they mutually exchanged remarks expressive of their ad-
miration.

“What is a diligence after this?” said one.

“ Or a steamer ?” said the other.

“ Ora wretched railway ?” rejoined Kennedy, “in which
you pass through the country without seeing it.”

“Give me a balloon,” said Joe, “‘ where you needn’t stir,
and nature takes the trouble to unroll herself at your feet.”

“What a magnificent prospect ! how splendid it all is!
like a beautiful dream in a hammock.”

“T wonder if we are to have any breakfast,” said Joe, to
whom the pure air had given an appetite.

“Happy thought, my lad,” said Kennedy.

“Oh! the cooking won't take long; it is only biscuits
and preserved meat.”

' With as much coffee as you like,” added the doctor.
“ Allow me.to borrow a little heat from my blow-pipe ; there
is plenty of it. In this way we shall have no fear of fire.”

“That would be terrible,” said Kennedy. “It is like
sitting under a magazine.”

“Not at all,” said Ferguson ; “ but if the gas did happen
to take light it would burn by degrees, and we should come
down to the ground, which would be inconvenient. But
never fear, our balloon is hermetically sealed.”

“‘ Well, let us have something to eat,” said Kennedy.

“ere you are, gentlemen,” said Joe; “and while I
follow your example in eating I will go and prepare a coffee
of which you shall tell me the origin.”
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“The fact is,’ said the doctor, “that Joe, amongst a
thousand virtues, has an extraordinary talent for preparing
this delicious beverage. He makes it of all kinds of things
which he never wishes me to know anything about.”

‘Well, sir, since we are in the open air, I can confide
my recipe to you. It is, in fact, a mixture of eal parts of
Mocha, Bourbon, and Rio Nunez.”

Shortly afterwards three steaming cups were served,
which brought a substantial breakfast to a termination, and
each one resumed his post of observation.

The country was distinguished by its extreme fertility.
Winding and narrow pathways were hidden by arches of
verdure.

They passed over fields of tobacco, maize, and barley in
full growth. Here and there immense rice-fields with their
straight stalks and ruddy flowers. Sheep and goats were
enclosed in raised pens, to preserve them from the attacks of
leopards. A luxurious vegetation displayed itself upon this
prodigal soil. In the numerous villages the cries and the
astonishment were renewed at the sight of the ‘“ Victoria,”
and Doctor Ferguson kept prudently out of reach of arrows ;
the inhabitants, assembling around their thickly-grouped huts
pursued the travellers for long distances with vain yells and
imprecations.

At noon the doctor, referring to the map, was of opinion
that they were above the town of Uzaramo. The country
bristled with cocoa-nut, papaw, and cotton trees, over which
the “ Victoria” idly disported itself Joe took all this as a
matter of course, ever since he had made up his mind to
come to Africa.

Kennedy descried hares and quails, which desired no
better fate than to be killed by his gun, but it would have
been powder wasted, as it was impossible to recover the
game,

The travellers moved at the rate of about twelve miles
an hour, and soon found themselves in 38° 20’ longitude,
over the village of Tounda.

“That is the place,” said the doctor, “where Burton
and Speke succumbed to fever, and for a time believed their
expedition must be given up.”
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“ They were, nevertheless, but a little distance from the
coast, yet already fatigue and privation began to tell upon
them.”

In fact, in this region a perpetual malaria exists. Even
the doctor could only escape its attacks by rising in the
balloon above the miasma, which the burning sun caused to
rise from the swampy earth.

Sometimes they could perceive a caravan reposing in a
“kraal,” waiting for the cool hours of evening to resume
their journey. These “kraals” are large resting-places sur-
rounded by hedges and jungle, where the merchants are
secure, not only from the attacks of wild beasts, but from
those of the pillaging native tribes. When they saw the
natives retreat, the merchants fled at the appearance of the
“ Victoria.” Kennedy wished to have a nearer view, but
Samuel would not hear of it.

“The chiefs are armed with muskets,” he said, “and
our balloon is too good a shot for them.”

“ Would a bullet-hole bring the balloon down?” asked Joe.

“Not immediately ; but the aperture would soon ex-
tend to an immense fissure, through which all our gas would
escape.”

“Then I vote we keep at a respectful distance from
those wretches. I wonder what they think of us up here.
I am sure they want to worship us ?”

‘“ Let them worship us as much as they please at a dis-
tance. That pleases us all round. Look here, the country
is already changing, villages are fewer, the mangoes have
disappeared ; their growth ceases in this latitude. The
land is hilly, a sign we are approaching mountains. In
fact,” said Kennedy, “I fancy I can descry some mountains
this side of us.”

“In the west—those are the first chain of the Ourizara—
Mount Duthumi, no doubt, behind which I hope we shall
encamp for the night. I will stir up the blow-pipe a little,
for we shall be obliged to rise here to about 500 or Goo
feet.”

“That is a first-rate idea of yours, sir,” said Joe; “the
movement is neither difficult nor fatiguing ; just turn a tap,
and it is all done.”
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‘We shall be more comfortable,” said Kennedy, “ when
the balloon is higher up; the reflection from that red sand is
very trying.”

“What splendid trees those are!” exclaimed Joe;
“though quite natural, they are magnificent, Why, a dozen
of them would make a forest !”

“They are the ‘baobab,’” replied Doctor Ferguson.
“See, one of their trunks must be almost 100 feet in cir-
cumference. It was, perhaps, to the trunk of that very
tree that the unfortunate Frenchman, Maizan, was murdered
in 1845, for we are just above the village of Deje la Mhora,
whither he penetrated alone. He was captured by the chief
of this territory, tied to the foot of the tree, and then the
savage negro cut him slowly limb from limb, while he chanted
a war-song. Then, making a deep incision in his victim’s
throat, stopped to sharpen his knife, and literally tore the
half-severed head from the body of the unfortunate French-
man. He was only twenty-six.”

“ And did not France demanid satisfaction for such a
crime ?” asked Kennedy.

“France did so, and the Said of Zanzibar did all he
could to arrest the murderer, but without success.”

“T hope I shall not be stopped on the way,” said Joe.
“Up higher, sir, if you have any regard for me.”

“ And the more willingly, Joe, that Mount Duthumi is
peering at us. If my calculations be correct, we shall have
passed it before 7 P.M.

“ Shall we travel during the night ?” asked the Scot.

“No; not unless we are obliged to do so. With pre-
caution and careful watching we might do so in safety.
But it is not enough to cross Africa, we must see it too.”

“Hitherto we have not had much to complain of, sir.
The country is the best cultivated and the most fertile in
the world ; not a desert, as the geographies would have us
believe.”

About half-past six the “ Victoria” was opposite Mount
Duthumi. It was necessary, to avoid it, to rise more than
3,000 feet, and for that the doctor had only to raise the
temperature eighteen degrees. It might be said that he
worked the balloon with his hand. Kennedy warned him
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of the obstacles to avoid, and the “ Victoria” rose through
the air skimming past the mountain. .

At eight o’clock they descended on the opposite side,
but the descent was slower than the ascent. The grapnels
were cast out, and one after the other came in contact with
the branches of an enormous Indian fig, where they fastened
themselves. Then Joe let himself slip down by the cord
and secured the balloon as firmly as possible. The silk
ladder was then thrown to him, and he reascended briskly.
The balloon remained almost motionless, shaded from the
wind.

The evening meal was prepared. The travellers, with
appetites excited by their aérial trip, made a great hole in
their provisions.

“What distance have we made to-day?” asked Kennedy,
while masticating some troublesome morsels.

The doctor ascertained the day’s work by means of
lunar observations, and consulted the excellent map which
served him as a guide—it was part of the atlas published in
Gotha by his friend Petermann, and which he had sent to
him. This atlas would serve the doctor for the whole
journey, for it contained the route of Burton and Speke to
the great lakes, that to the Soudan undertaken by Barth,
to the Lower Senegal by William Lejean, and to the delta
of the Niger by Dr. Baike.

Ferguson also possessed a book which contained all the
speculations written respecting the Nile, and entitled, “‘ The
Sources of the Nile; being a general survey of the basin
of that river, and of its head stream, with the history of
the Nilotic discovery. By Charles Beke, D.D.”

He also had the excellent maps published in the
“Transactions of the Royal Geographical Society of
London,” so any point of the country hitherto discovered
could not now escape him. |

Following the map, he found that the latitudinal route
had been two degrees, or 120 miles, to the west. Kennedy
remarked that the route turned towards the north; this
direction satisfied the doctor, who wished as soon as possible
to follow up the tracks of his predecessors.

It was decided that the night should be divided into
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three watches, so that each could in his turn keep guard for
the others. The doctor took the 9 P.M. watch, Kennedy
the midnight turn, and Joe that at 3 A.M.

So Kennedy and Joe, wrapped up in their rugs, laid
down in the tent, and slept calmly while the doctor kept
his vigil.

CHAPTER XIII.

Change of Weather—Kennedy’s Fever—Medicine of Dr. Ferguson—
Travelling by Land—The Basin of the Imengé—Mount Rubeho,
6,000 feet high—A Day’s Halt.

THE night was calm: nevertheless, upon the following
morning (Saturday), Kennedy, on waking, complained of
lassitude and shivering. The weather began to change,
and the sky became covered with heavy clouds, as if pre-
paring for a second deluge.

Zungomero is a very “ weeping” region indeed, for in
that delightful locality it rains all the year round except
perhaps for about fifteen days in January.

The heavy rain was not slow to assail the travellers.
Below them the paths, intersected by “ nullahs,” the beds of
mountain torrents, became impassable, choked as they were
besides with bindweed and prickly plants. The travellers
distinctly perceived the odour of sulphuretted hydrogen
spoken of by Captain Burton. :

“As he declared,” said the doctor, “and he was right,
one can almost believe that a dead body is hidden beneath
each bush.”

“A villainous country, certainly,” said Joe, “and it seems
to me that Mr. Kennedy is none the better for having
passed the night in it.”

“Well, to tell the truth, I have got a pretty strong touch
of fever,” said the Scot.

“ My dear Dick, that is nothing wonderful, we are now
in one of the most unhealthy spots in Africa. But we shall
not be here long. Let us go.”

Thanks to a rapid manceuvre of Joe’s, the grapnel was
detached, and by means of the ladder he regained the car,

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The doctor at once expanded the gas and the “ Victoria”
resumed her voyage, impelled by a fairly strong breeze.

Some huts were scarcely visible in the péstilential mist
beneath, but the country began soon to change its aspect.
It is often the case in Africa that malarious regions of small
extent border upon the most perfectly healthy districts.

Kennedy was visibly suffering, and the fever prostrated
him.

“This is scarcely the place to be laid up in,” said he, as
he wrapped himself in his rug and lay down in the tent.

“Just a Tittle patience, Dick,” replied the doctor, “and
you will recover rapidly.”

“Recover! By Jove, my dear Samuel, if you have any
drug that will set me up, let me have it at once. I will
swallow it with my eyes shut.”

“‘T know something better than that, friend Dick. I will
give you a dose that will cost nothing.”

“ How?” id

“It is very simple. I am about to mount right over
these clouds which are drowning us, and get free from this
pestilential atmosphere. I only ask ten minutes to expand
the gas.”

The ten minutes had scarcely elapsed, when the balloon
had passed out of the wet zone.

“Now, wait a little, Dick, and you will soon feel the
benefit of the pure air and sunshine.”

“There is indeed a remedy,” cried Joe. “It is really
wonderful !” ,

“ Not at all—only natural.”

“Oh! I don’t doubt it is perfectly natural !”

“T only send Dick into purer air, as people are sent
every day in Europe, and as at Martinique they are sent to
the Pitons* to escape yellow fever.”

“Ah!” cried Kennedy, who already was beginning to
feel better. “‘ This balloon is really ‘ paradise.’ ”

“In any case it leads there,” said Joe, seriously.

The view beneath the balloon at that moment was a
curious spectacle ; the masses of cloud were piled up in

* A mountain range’in Martinique,
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magnificent array, moving one above the other, and tinged
with the glorious rays of the sun. The “ Victoria” had
attained an altitude of 4,000 feet, and the thermometer indi-
cated a fall in the temperature. The earth was invisible.
About fifty miles westward, Mount Rubeho raised its
sparkling head, which indicated the limit of the country of
Ugoge, in 36° 20’ longitude. The wind had the force of
twenty miles an hour, but the travellers felt nothing of this
rapid movement ; they experienced-no inconvenience what-
ever, indeed they were scarcely aware of the progress they
made. Three hours later, the prediction of Doctor Fer-
guson was verified. Kennedy’s fever had departed, and he
breakfasted with a good appetite.

“This is better than sulphate of quinine,” said he, with
evident satisfaction.

“ Decidedly,” cried Joe. “I shall come up here when
I grow old.”

About six o’clock in the morning the atmosphere cleared.
They perceived an opening in the clouds; the ‘earth re-
appeared, and the “ Victoria” insensibly ‘approached it,
Doctor Ferguson was on the look-out for a current to carry
the balloon towards the north-east, and at about 600 feet
from the ground he fell in with it. The cotntry became
uneven, and even hilly. The district of Zongomero was
lost in the east, with it the last cocoa-nut treés of that
latitude.

The mountains soon began to assume a more decided
form. Some peaks shot up here and there. It was neces-
sary to keep a watchful eye upon the sharp peaks, which
appeared to rise up in an unexpected manner.

“We are amongst the breakers,” said Kennedy.

* All right, Dick. Don’t be uneasy, we shall not touch
them,” said the doctor.

1 “This is a first-rate wey to travel, all the same,” said
oe.

The doctor managed his balloon with a wonderful
dexterity, certainly.

“If we had been obliged to go on foot over that marshy
ground,” said the doctor, “we should have had to crawl
slowly along i in a regular slimy morass. Since our departure

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from Zanzibar, in that case, half our beasts of burthen would
have been now dead with fatigue. We should have been
looking like ghosts, and despair would have been gnawing
at our hearts. We should have had incessant disputes with
our guides and porters, and exposed to their attacks.
During the day we should have suffered from a damp
steamy air insupportable, and altogether enervating. At
night there is frequently an almost intolerable coldness in
the atmosphere, and the bites of a species of fly, which can
pierce the stoutest cloth, would drive us mad. All these
little enjoyments we should have had, without counting wild
beasts and ferocious people.”

“T vote we don’t try it,” said Joe, simply.

“Tam not exaggerating in the least,” said the doctor,
“for at the recitals of travellers who have had the pluck to
venture into these latitudes, the tears would actually come
into your eyes.”

About eleven o’clock they passed over the basin of the
Imengé ; the natives scattered about upon the hills vainly
threatened the “Victoria” with their weapons, and the
balloon soon arrived above the last spurs-of the high ground
which leads to the Rubeho, which forms the third chain, and
highest mountain of the ranges of Usagara.

The travellers took careful notes of the orographical
features of the country. The three ramifications, of which
the Duthumi forms the first line, are separated by vast
plains. The lofty ridges are rounded off at the summit,
and the ground is strewn with large blocks of stone at
intervals, amid the shingle. The steepest side of these
mountains is towards Zanzibar, the western declivity being
merely a gentle slope. The more level portions of the
plain are covered with a black and fertile soil, where vege-
tation is luxuriant. Numerous watercourses run towards
the east and flow into the Kingani in the neighbourhood of
gigantic clumps of sycamores, tamarinds, gourds, and palms.

“Listen,” said Doctor Ferguson. “We are now ap-
proaching the Rubeho mountains, whose name being trans-
lated, means ‘Passage of Winds.’ We shall do well to
cross the sharp peaks at a considerable altitude. If my
map be correct we must ascend to 5,000 feet.”
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“Shall we have to attain such an altitude frequently ?”
asked Kennedy.

“No; very seldom. The height of the African moun-
tains appears to be relatively small compared to the Euro-
pean and Asian peaks. But, in any case, the ‘ Victoria’
will have no difficulty to overcome them.”

In a short time the gas was dilated and the balloon
took a very decided upward course. The expansion of the
hydrogen had nothing dangerous in its character either,
for the vast balloon was not filled to more than three-
quarters its capacity. The barometer now, by a depression
of eight inches, showed they had attained an elevation of
6,000 feet.

“ Shall we travel like this long?” asked Joe.

“The terrestrial atmosphere extends to a distance of
6,000 fathoms from the earth,” replied the doctor. “With
a very large balloon we could go a great heicht. Messrs.
Brioschi and Gay-Lussac did so, but the blood gushed from
their ears and mouths. The air could not be breathed.
Some years ago two hardy Frenchmen, Banel and Bixio,
also made an expedition into the higher regions, but their
balloon split.”

-“ And they fell down ?” demanded Kennedy anxiously.

“Certainly ; but, as scientific men ought to fall, without
sustaining any injury.”

“Well, gentlemen,” said Joe, “you are quite at liberty
to begin your tumbling ; but, for my part, as I am merely a
commonplace person, I prefer to remain in the happy
medium, neither too high nor too low. There is no use in
being ambitious !”

At 6,000 feet elevation the density of the air became
sensibly diminished, sounds were with difficulty transmitted,
and speaking was not distinctly heard. Views of objects
became confused, the vision could not distinguish anything
more than confused masses. Men and other animals be-
came absolutely invisible. ‘The roads became threads, and
the lakes ponds.

The doctor and his companions were in a very abnormal
state. An atmospheric current of great violence carried
them over, the mountains, upon whose summits the large
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snow-fields caused them some astonishment. The appear-
ance of these mountains betokened some convulsion of the
sea during the first ages of the world’s existence.

The sun shone in the zenith, and his rays fell directly
upon these deserted summits. The doctor made an exact
plan of these mountains, which are formed of four distinct
elevations almost in a straight line, and of which the most
northern is the longest.

The ‘ Victoria” soon descended on the farther side of
the Rubeho, and passed over a wooded region in which
trees of a peculiarly dark green were freely scattered. Then
came crests and ravines in a sort of desert, which approaches
the territory of Ugogo. Lower down they sailed over
yellow plains, scorched, fissured, and here and _ there
amongst the desolation appeared saline plants and thorny
bushes. Some coppices, not far removed from actual
forests, studded the horizon. The doctor now approached
the ground, the grapnels were cast out, and one of them
soon got fixed in the branches of an immense sycamore.

Joe, sliding quickly into the tree, fixed the grapnel with
great care, The doctor left his blow-pipe sufficiently active
to ensure a certain ascensional force in the balloon, which
would keep it upright. The wind had rather suddenly
dropped.

“ Now,” said Ferguson, “take a coupie of guns, friend
Dick, for yourself and Joe, and see if you two cannot bring
back some prime slices of antelope for dinner.”

“ Hurrah for the chase !” cried Kennedy.

They descended. Joe let himself slide from branch to
branch, as if he wished to dislocate his limbs. ‘The doctor,
relieved of the weight of his companions, was enabled to
reduce his blow-pipe altogether.

“Don’t you fly away, sir, please,” cried Joe.

“Be quite easy, my lad; I am firmly fixed here. I am
about to put my notes in order. Good sport to you, and
be prudent. Meantime, from my post I shall keep a good
look-out, and at the least suspicious incident I will fire a
shot. That shall be the signal for return.”

“ All right,” replied the sportsmen.
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nearly 500 geographical miles. Captains Burton and Speke
took four months and a half to accomplish the same
distance.”

CHAPTER XV.

Kazeh : the Market—Appearance of.the ‘‘ Victoria”—The Waganga—
The Sons of the Moon—The Doctor’s Expedition—Population—
The Royal ‘‘Tembe ”—The Sultan’s Wives—A Royal Drunkard
—Joe worshipped—How they Dance in the Moon—Change—Two
Moons in the same Sky—Instability of gaasi Divine Greatness.

Kazeu, an important place in Central Africa, is scarcely a
town properly so called ; there is not a town in the interior,
and Kazeh is only a collection of six immensé intrenched
camps. Within these are collected the houses and huts of
slaves with small courts and gardens, carefully cultivated
with onions, yams, melons, pumpkins, and mushrooms of a
perfect flavour are there grown to perfection.

Unyamwezy is the veritable Land of the Moon, the
fertile and beautiful park of Africa, in the centre of the
district of the Unyanembé, a delightful country, where some
Omani families, who are Arabs of the purest blood, live in
idleness. These people have for a long time trafficked in
the interior of Africa and in Arabia; they deal in gum,
ivory, striped cloths, slaves ; their caravans penetrate these
equatorial regions in all directions ; they there seek upon
the coast objects of pleasure and luxury for the rich mer-
chants, and they, surrounded by wives and slaves, live in
this beautiful country and enjoy an existence the least
agitated and the most horizontal possible, always stretched
at full length, laughing, smoking, or sleeping.

Around the camps are numerous native huts, large spaces
for the market fields of cannabis and datuna, of lovely trees
and most refreshing shade. Such is Kazeh,

_ There is also the general rendezvous for the caravans,
those from the south with slaves and ivory, and from the
west, which bring cotton and glass-ware to the tribes around
the Great Lakes. Also in the market there is a continual
movement, a regular hubbub, in which the cries of the half-
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bred porters mingle with the sound of drums and cornets, the
whinnying of mules, the braying of donkeys, the songs of
women, the crying of children, and the blows of the rattan
of the jemidar, who beats the time in this pastoral symphony.

There are the wares exposed for sale without any kind
of order, even in a charming disorder. Showy stuffs,
coloured glass beads, ivory rhinoceros’ teeth, sharks’ teeth,
honey, tobacco, and cotton. There they carry on the most
strange bargains, where each object has no more value
except for the desires it excites.

Suddenly this hubbub and movement ceased, the noise
immediately subsided. The “ Victoria” had appeared in
the sky, sailing along majestically and descending slowly
without losing its vertical position. Men, women, children,
slaves, merchants, Arabs, and negroes all disappeared and
glided away into the “ tembes” and beneath the huts.

“My dear Samuel,” said Kennedy, ‘if we continue to
produce such an effect as this we shall have some difficulty
to establish commercial relations with these people.”

“There is, nevertheless, one very simple mercantile
transaction to be carried out,” said Joe; “that is, to quietly
descend and carry away the most valuable merchandise
without troubling the merchants. We should then get rich.”

“You see,” said the doctor, “that the natives have
only been terrified for the moment. They will not delay
to return, impelled either by superstition or curiosity.”

“You think so, sir?”

“We shall soon see, but it will be prudent to keep ata
little distance. The ‘Victoria’ is neither an ironclad nor
armoured. There is no shelter from a bullet nor from an
arrow.”

“Do you then intend to enter into conference with’
these Africans, my dear Samuel ?”

“Perhaps so—why not? There ought to be in Kazeh
Arab merchants who are not ignorant men. I remember
that Messrs. Burton and Speke were much pleased with the
hospitality of this town. So we can try our luck.”

The “ Victoria” gradually approached the earth, and

made fast one of the grapnels to the top of a tree near the
market-place.
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The entire population now turned out; heads were
cautiously advanced. Many “ Waganga,” easily recognisable
by their badges of shell-fish, advanced boldly. They were
the sorcerers of the place. They carried at the waist small
gourds rubbed over with grease, and many objects of magic
use of a dirtiness, nevertheless, quite professional. By
degrees the crowd advanced to the sorcerers, the women
and children surrounded them, the drummers rivalled each
other in din, hands were clasped and held up towards the
sky.

“That is their manner of praying,” said Doctor Fer-
guson. “If I am not in error, we shall be called upon to
undertake an important part.”

“ Very well, sir,” said Joe, “ play it.”

“ Even you, my brave Joe, you may perhaps become a
god.”

“Well, sir, that won’t worry me much, and the incense
will be rather agreeable than otherwise.”

At this moment one of the sorcerers, a “ Waganga,”
made a gesture, and the clamour sank into profound silence.
He addressed some words to the travellers, but in a tongue
unknown to them.

Doctor Ferguson, not understanding what was said,
replied at hazard in a few words of Arabic, and was
immediately answered in that language.

The orator then delivered a flowing speech, very flowery
and very distinct. The doctor had no difficulty in per-
ceiving that the “Victoria” was actually taken for the moon
in person, and that this amiable goddess had deigned to
approach the town with her three sons, an honour which
would never be forgotten in that country—beloved by the
sun.

The doctor replied, with great dignity, that the moon
made every thousand years a departmental tour, feeling its
necessity of showing herself to her worshippers. He then
prayed them not to take advantage of and abuse her divine
presence by making known their wants and vows.

The sorcerer replied that the sultan, the “‘ Mwani,” had
been ill for many years, had asked the assistance of Heaven,
and he now begged the sons of the moon to come to him.
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The doctor imparted the invitation to his companions.

“And will you go to that nigger king?” said the
Scotchman.

“Certainly. These people appear to me to be well dis-
posed, the day is calm, there is scarcely a breath of wind.
We have nothing to fear for the “ Victoria.”

“ But what will you do?” ;

“Be quiet, my dear Dick; with a little medicine I will
manage to get out of it.”

Then addressing the crowd he said:

“The moon, taking pity upon the sovereign, so dear to
the people of Unyamwezy, has confided his recovery to our
hands. Let him prepare to receive us.”

The cries, shouts, and gesticulations were redoubled, and
the entire vast “ant-hill” of black heads was in motion.

“ Now, my friends,” said Doctor Ferguson, “it will be
necessary to be ready for anything ; we may be obliged to
retreat at any moment. Dick shall remain in the car, and
by means of the blow-pipe, keep up a sufficient ascensional
power. The grapnel is firmly fixed, so there is no danger on
that score. I will get down, Joe will also get out, but will
remain at the foot of the ladder.”

‘What, are you going alone to this blackamoor’s
house ?” asked Kennedy. _

“Why, Mr. Samuel, don’t you wish me to accompany
you through this?” said Joe.

“No, I shall go alone: these people imagine that the
moon has come to pay them a visit. Iam protected by
their superstition, so have no fear, and let each one remain
at his post as I have arranged.”

“Since you wish it,” said the Scot, “it shall be so.”

“Mind you attend to the expansion of the gas.”

“ All right.”

The cries of the natives again increased, they demanded
the intervention of heaven very energetically indeed.

“Do you hear?” cried Joe. “I think they are a little too
dictatorial to their beautiful moon and her sons.”

The doctor, supplied with his medicine-chest, came out
of the balloon, preceded by Joe, and descended. The
latter was as grave and dignified as was in his nature to be.

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He sat down at the foot of the ladder, and crossed his legs.
Arab-fashion—a portion of the crowd surrounded him at a
respectful distance.

Meantime, Doctor Ferguson, preceded by musicians, and
escorted by religious dancers, advanced slowly towards the
royal “ tembe,” situated some distance from the town. It
was now about three o’clock, and the sun was shining hotly
—he could not do less under the circumstances.

The doctor advanced with dignity ; the Waganga sur-
rounded him, and kept back the crowd. Ferguson was
soon joined by the natural son of the sultan, a well-made
young fellow, who, following the custom of the country,
was the sole inheritor of the parent’s goods and possessions,
to the exclusion of legitimate children. He prostrated him-
self before the son of the moon, who raised him with a
gracious gesture.

Three-quarters of an hour afterwards, through shady
paths in the midst of a luxuriant tropical vegetation, the
enthusiastic procession arrived at the palace of the sultan,
a kind of square house, called Ititenya, and situated upon
the slope of a hill. A species of verandah, made by the
straw roof, covered the exterior, and was supported by
wooden posts, with some pretension to carving displayed
upon them. Long streaks of reddish clay ornamented the
walls, attempts to depict men and snakes, the latter being
naturally more successful than the former. The roof of this
habitation did not rest directly upon the walls, so the air
could circulate freely, though there were no windows and
scarcely a door.

Doctor Ferguson was received with great honours by the
guards and favourites, men of a handsome race, the Wan-
yamwezi, a pure type of the population of Central Africa,
strong and healthy, well made, and erect in their bearing.
Their hair, divided into a quantity of small curls, fell down
upon their shoulders ; and by means of incisionscoloured black
or blue, they tattooed their cheeks from the temples to the
mouth, Their ears, very much distended, were ornamented
with discs of wood and gum copal; they were clothed with
emeu, brilliantly coloured; the soldiers, well armed with
bows and arrows—the latter poisoned and barbed—with
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cutlasses and “simes,” a long saw-toothed sword, and
hatchets.

The doctor entered the palace. There, in describing
the sultan’s symptoms, the hubbub, already great, was re-
doubled. The doctor remarked on the lintel of the door
that tails of hares and zebras’ manes were suspended as
talismans. He was received by a troop of Her Majesty’s
ladies to the harmonious accompaniment of the “ upatu,” a
kind of cymbal constructed from the bottom of copper pots,
and of the “ kilindo,” a drum about five feet high, hollowed
out from the trunk of a tree, and which is played by two
performers, hammering it as hard as possible with their fists.

The greater number of the women appeared very pretty,
and laughingly smoked tobacco and “ thang” in large black
pipes. They appeared to be well formed, so far as the long
and graceful robe permitted their figures to be seen, and
wore a kind of kilt of calabash fibres fastened round their
waists.

Six of them, though destined to be sacrificed, were by no
means the least gay of the assembly. At the death of the
sultan they were to be buried alive with him, so as to keep
him company in his otherwise somewhat distressing solitude.

Doctor Ferguson, having taken all this in at a glance,
advanced towards the monarch’s couch. There he saw a man
of about forty, perfectly brutalised by dissipation of all kinds,
and for whom he could do nothing. His malady, which
had lasted some years, was nothing but constant intoxication.
This royal drunkard had by degrees lost consciousness, and
all the ammonia in the world could not cure him.

The favourites and the women, bending their knees,
bowed themselves down during this solemn visit. By means
of a few drops of a strong cordial, the doctor for a moment
animated the stupefied body. The sultan moved, and for
a corpse which had given no sign of existence for hours, to
Ha at all was hailed with acclamations in honour of the

octor.

He, who had had enough of it, put his would-be worship-
pers aside by a rapid movement, and quitted the palace.
He made towards the “ Victoria,” for it was now six o’clock.

Joe, during his master’s absence, waited patiently at the

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foot of the ladder, the crowd paying him the greatest
attention, As a true son of the moon he accepted the
position. For a god he had the appearance of a brave man
enough, not at all proud, even with young African ladies,
who never ceased to stare at him. He also conversed
amicably with them.

“Keep worshipping, ladies, keep it up,” he said. . “I
am a pretty good sort of devil, although the son of a
goddess.”

They offered him propitiatory gifts, usually placed in the
“mzimu” or fetish-houses. These consisted of barley and
“pembe.” Joe felt himself constrained to taste this species
of strong beer, but his palate, though not unaccustomed to
gin or whisky, could not stand that. He made a fearful
grimace, which the audience took for an amiable smile.

Then the young girls, setting up a slow sort of chanting,
executed a solemn dance round him.

“Ah! you dance, do you? Very well, I will not be
behind-hand with you, and will show you a dance of my
country.”

He then began a most extraordinary kind of jig, turning
over, throwing himself about in all directions, dancing on
his feet, on his knees, on his hands, and twisting himself in
the most extraordinary contortions and incredible positions,
accompanied by the most horrible grimaces, thus giving the
people a strange notion of the manner in which the gods
dance in the moon.

Now all Africans are as imitative as apes, and very
quickly did his audience reproduce his behaviour, gambols,
and contortions ; they did not lose a gesture, they did not
forget an attitude; the result being a hubbub and commo-
tion of which it is difficult to give the least idea. In the
midst of all this festivity Joe perceived the doctor.

He was approaching hastily in the centre of a yelling
and disordered crowd. The sorcerers and priests appeared
to be the most excited. They surrounded and pressed upon
the doctor with threatening gestures. What a strange alter-
ation. What had happened? Had the sultan unfortunately
died under the celestial doctor’s hands?

Kennedy, from his position, perceived the danger without
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comprehending the cause. The balloon, pulling strongly,
was stretching the rope that held it as if impatient to mse
into the air.

The doctor came to the foot of the ladder. A super-
stitious fear still kept back the crowd and prevented their
using violence; he rapidly ascended and Joe quickly
followed.

“There is not an instant to lose,” said his master.
“Never mind detaching the grapnel. We must cut the
cord. Follow me.”

“‘ What is it?” said Joe, ascending.

“ What has happened?” cried Kennedy, carbine in hand.

“Look there!” replied the doctor, pointing towards the
horizon.

“ Well?” asked the Scot.

“Well! it’s the soon /”

In fact the moon, red and glorious as a globe of fire
upon an azure background, was then rising—she and the
“ Victoria” together.

Either, therefore, there were two moons, or the strangers
were nothing but impostors and false gods. Such were the
natural thoughts of the crowd. Hence the change.

Joe could not help laughing heartily. The people of
Kazeh, beginning to understand that their prey would escape,
gave vent to prolonged howls, and bows and guns were
directed towards the balloon. But at a sign from one of the
sorcerers the weapons were lowered, he jumped into the
tree with the intention to seize the rope of the grapnel and
bring the balloon to the ground.

Joe leaned over with a hatchet in his hand,

“ Shall I cut it?” he asked.

“Wait a little,” said the doctor.

“But that nigger: ” .

“We may perhaps save our grapnel, and I think so. We
can cut it at any time.”

The sorcerer, having gained the tree, went to work so
vigorously in the branches that he detached the grapnel,
which, being violently dragged by the balloon, caught the
sorcerer between the legs, and so he, astride on this unex-
pected steed, set out for the region of the sky.


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The crowd were stupefied to perceive one of their
Waganga launched into space.

“Hurrah !” cried Joe, as the “ Victoria” mounted very
rapidly. -

“ He holds tight,” said Kennedy ; “a little journey will
do him good.”

“Shall we let him go altogether?” suggested Joe.

“For shame!” replied the doctor. ‘We will put him
gently down presently, and I believe that after such an
adventure his magical power will be singularly increased in
his companions’ estimation.”

“‘T daresay they will make a god of him,” said Joe.

The “Victoria” had now arrived at an elevation of
about 1,000 feet. The negro held on to the cord with
tremendous energy. He was quite silent, and his eyes
were fixed. His terror mastered his astonishment com-
pletely. A light breeze carried the balloon below the
town.

Half an hour later, the doctor, seeing the coast was
clear, moderated the blow-pipe and approached the earth.
At twenty feet from the ground the sorcerer took courage
and dropped, fell upon his feet, and ran towards Kazeh at
the top of his speed, while the “Victoria” once more
ascended into the air.

CHAPTER XVI.

Symptoms of a Storm—The Country of the Moon—The Future of Africa
—The last Machine of all—View of the Country at Sunset—Flora
and Fauna—The Storm—The Fiery Zone—Starlight.

“THERE!” cried Joe, “that comes of being sons of the
moon without leave. That satellite was very nearly playing
us a shabby trick. Do you think, now, sir, that you in any
way compromised her reputation by your medicine?”

“ By-the-by,” said the Scot, “who is this sultan of
Kazeh?”

“An old, half-dead drunkard, whose loss will not be
very much felt ; but the moral of the thing is this: that
honours are ephemeral, and we ought only to taste them.”
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“So much the worse,” said Joe; “that was my case.
To be adored, to play the god at one’s pleasure, when, all
of a sudden, the moon rises with a very red face to show
she does not approve of it.”

During this conversation, and subsequently, while Joe
was examining the evening star from an entirely new point
of view, the sky towards the north was covering itself with
heavy clouds—with heavy and threatening clouds too. A
pretty brisk breeze had sprung up at 300 feet from the
ground, and was impelling the “ Victoria” towards the north-
north-east.

Overhead the sky was clear, but the air felt heavy.

The travellers found themselves about eight o’clock in-
32° 40’ longitude, and latitude 4° 17’; the atmospheric cur-
rents, under the influence of an approaching storm, hurried
them forward at the rate of thirty-five miles an hour.

The fertile and undulating plains of Mfuto passed rapidly
beneath. The view was worthy of admiration, and was duly
admired.

“We are now regularly in the country of the moon,”
said Doctor Ferguson, “for it has retained this name,
which was anciently bestowed upon it, doubtless, because
the moon has been. always worshipped here. It is indeed
a magnificent district, and it would be difficult to find a
more beautiful vegetation.”

“ That sort of thing would not be natural near London,”
said Joe, “ but it would be very pleasant. Why are all those
lovely things reserved for these barbarous countries ?”

“How do you know that some day this country will not
have become the centre of civilisation? The people of the
future ages may come here when the countries of Europe
can no longer support their inhabitants.”

‘Do you believe that?” asked Kennedy.

“Certainly, my dear Dick. Look at the march of events,
consider the successive emigrations of the human race, and
you will arrive at the same conclusion as I have. Is it not
true that Asia was the first nurse of the world? For
4,000 years, perhaps, she was fruitful and bore her children,
and then when stones appear where the golden crops
of Homer appeared, her children leave her dry and withered
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bosom. . They then are seen invading Europe, young and
strong, which nourishes them for 2,000 years, But she
is already losing her fertility, her producing qualities are
diminishing every day; these new evils each year which
attack the produce of the soil, the deceptive harvests, the
insufficient supplies, all are undoubted signs of decreasing
vitality, of approaching weakness. Also, you can already
perceive that people are throwing themselves upon the
richer bosom of America, not-indeed inexhaustible, but still
inexhausted. In its turn, this newer Continent will become
old. Its virgin forests will fall under the axe of industry,
its soil will be enervated, because it had produced too much,
as too much was demanded of it.

“There, where two crops would grow every year, scarcely
one will come to the sickle, Then Africa will offer to new
generations the accumulated treasures of centuries. The
fatality of the climate to strangers will yield to the purifying
influence of distribution of crops and drainage: the scat-
tered streams will be united in one navigable river; and
this district, over which we are passing, more fertile, richer,
quicker producing than the others, will become some great
kingdom, where discoveries will be made even more won-
derful than steam and the electric telegraph.”

“ Ah, sir,” said Joe, ‘‘I should like to see all that.”

“You were born a trifle too soon, my lad,” said the
doctor.

“ After all, that will be perhaps a more tiresome period
than that in which industry will absorb all to its profit. In
consequence of inventing machines, men will be devoured
by them. I am always picturing to myself that the last day
of the world will be when some immense boiler, heated up
to three thousand millions of atmospheres, will blow our
globe into space.”

“ And I daresay the Americans will not be the last to
work at the machine,” said Joe. ‘In fact, those people are
wonderful tinkers; but, without letting ourselves be carried
away by such discussions, let us admire the ‘Land of the
Mocn,’ since we are in a position to see it.”

The sun was pouring his last rays beneath the
heaped-up masses of cloud, and was gilding the small eleva-
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tions with a golden crest. The huge trees, arborescent
herbs, the cut corn, all had a share of the luminous rays,
The earth, gently undulating, rose here and there into little
conical hills. There were no mountains to break the
horizon. Immense brambly palisades, impassable hedges,
thorny jungles separated the cleared spaces in which
numerous villages were spread out. The gigantic euphorbia
surrounded them with natural fortifications, entwining them-
selves with the coral-like branches of the shrubs.

They soon came in sight of the Malagazari, the principal
tributary of Lake Tanganayika, which wound round the
verdant masses of vegetation. Into this river ran numerous
watercourses, born of the torrents overflowed during the
great rising of the waters, or from ponds hollowed out in the
clayey soil. It appeared to the observers, elevated as they
were, that a regular network of cascades was flowing over
the face of the country.

Immense beasts with humps were feeding in the prairies,
and ccasionally disappeared altogether in the long grass ;
the forests, of a wonderful species of trees, appeared like
enormous bouquets, but in these bouquets, lions, leopards,
hyzenas, and tigers took refuge from the declining heat of the
day. Sometimes an elephant made the coppices shake, and
they distinctly heard the crashing of the trees which gave
way before his tusks.

“ What a hunting country !” exclaimed Kennedy, enthu-
slastically ; “a bullet sent in there at hazard, right into the
forest, would meet with game worthy of it. Can we not
have a try at it?”

“No, no, my dear Dick; night is upon us, and a rather

‘nasty’ night too, bringing a storm up with it. Storms in
this country are no joke, I can tell you, where the earth
plays the part of an immense electric battery.”

“You are right, sir,” said Joe; “the heat is becoming
stifling, the breeze has quite died away, and one feels that
something is going to happen.”

“The atmosphere 1 is surcharged with electricity,” replied
the doctor ; “every living thing is aware of the state of the
air which precedes a conflict of the elements; but I confess I
never have been impregnated with it at such a height myself.”
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“Well,” said the Scot, “should we not rather de
scend ?”

“ On the contrary, Dick, I would rather go higher up
I fear only to be hurried out of my course during the cross
atmospheric currents.”

“Do you wish, then, to abandon our route towards the
coast ?”

“Tf possible,” replied Ferguson, “I will go more
directly towards the north for seven or eight degrees. I
will endeavour to go up towards the supposed latitude of the
sources of the Nile. Perhaps we shall discover some traces
of Captain Speke’s expedition, or even the caravan of M. de
Heuglin. If my calculations be correct, we are in 32° 40"
longitude, and I should like to go up beyond the equator.”

“ Look here,” cried Kennedy, interrupting, “look at
those hippopotami swimming about the pools—what masses
of flesh they are—and see the crocodiles gasping in their
attempts to breathe.”

“They are choking,” said Joe. “Ah! what a splendid
way this is to travel, and how we can despise all those hor-
rible vermin. Mr. Samuel, Mr. Kennedy—look at those
bands of animals marching closely together. There must be
200 of them, at least ; they are wolves.”

“ No, Joe, but wild dogs; a famous breed, which have
no scruple in attacking lions. To meet such a pack is the
most fearful experience a traveller can undergo. He would
be immediately torn in pieces.”

“Well, it will not be Joseph who will endeavour to
muzzle them,” replied that pleasant youth ; “after all, it is
their nature, and one needn’t see much of them.”

All this time a dread silence was falling around little by
little, under the influence of the approaching storm. It
seemed as if the heavy air had become incapable of trans-
mitting sounds ; the atmosphere appeared thickened, and,
like a room hung with tapestry, lost all sonorousness. The
pigeons, the crested crane, the red and blue jays, the mock-
ing birds, the moucherolles, hid themselves in the leafy
trees. All nature betrayed the symptoms of an approaching
convulsion. At nine o’clock in the evening, the “ Victoria ”
was hanging motionless above Mséné, a large collection of
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villages scarcely distinguishable in the gloom. Sometimes
the reflection of stray beams of light in the dark water indi-
cated the regularly placed ditches, and, by an opening in
the clouds, they could descry the dark forms of palms, tama-
rinds, sycamores, and the gigantic euphorbia.

“T am stifled,” said the Scot, taking a full breath.

“We are not moving any longer. Shall we descend ?”

“But how about the storm?” said the doctor, who was
not very comfortable.

“Tf you are afraid of being carried away by the wind, it
seems to me you can do nothing else.”

“ The storm may not burst to-night,” replied Joe; “the
clouds are very high.”

“ That is the very reason I am hesitating to pass them ;
we should have to go so very high up, and lose-sight of the
earth, and would not know all night whether we were
making any ‘way,’ or, if so, in what direction we were
moving.”

“ Well, make up your mind, my dear Samuel; time
presses.”

“Tt is very annoying that the wind has dropped,” said
Joe; “it might have carried us out of reach of the storm.”

“That is certainly to be regretted, my friends, as the
clouds are very dangerous ; they contain opposing currents,
which may enclose us in their whirlwinds, and the lightning
may set us on fire. On the other, hand the force of the
squall might precipitate us to the ground if we made fast
the grapnel to the top of a tree.”

“Then what is to be done ?”

We must keep the “ Victoria” in a middle zone between
the earth and the perils of the sky. We have a sufficient
quantity of water for the blow-pipe, and our 200 lbs. of
ballast is intact. Ata pinch I can make use of it without
assistance.”

“We are going to sit up with you,” said the Scot.

“No, my friends ; put the provisions in the tent and go
to bed. I will call you if necessary.”

“ But, sir, why will you not take some rest yourself, since
nothing threatens us yet ?”

“No, thank you, my lad, I would rather watch, We
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are motionless, and if circumstances do not change we shall
find ourselves in the same place to-morrow.”

“ Good night, sir.”

“Good night, if that be possible.”

Kennedy and Joe then lay down, and the doctor re-
mained by himself—alone in space. Nevertheless, the
clouds insensibly descended and the darkness. became
profound. ,

The black arch of heaven spread across the terrestrial
globe as if about to overwhelm it.

Suddenly a vivid flash lit up the gloom; the opening in
the cloud had scarcely closed when a terrific peal of thunder
shook the depths of the sky.

“Get up, get up!” cried Ferguson. The two sleepers,
roused by the appalling thunder-crash, held themselves in
readiness to execute his orders.

“ Are you going down ?” asked Kennedy.

“No; the balloon would never hold out there. Let us
ascend before the rain comes and the wind gets up.” And
he rapidly urged the flame of the blow-pipe.

Tropical storms are developed with a rapidity propor-
tionate to their violence.. A second flash broke the cloud,
and was immediately followed by twenty others. The sky
was radiant with electric sparks, which shrivelled up under
the heavy drops of rain.

“We have delayed too long,” said the doctor. “We
must now pass through a belt of fire with our balloon filled
with inflammable air.”

“But the ground, the ground !” repeated Kennedy.

“ The risk of being struck would be almost the same, and
we should be quickly knocked to pieces against the branches
of trees,” said the doctor.

“We are ascending, Mr. Samuel.”

“ Quicker! quicker !”

In this part of Africa, during the equinoctial gales, it is
not an uncommon experience to count thirty to thirty-five
flashes of lightning per minute. The sky is literally on fire,
and the thunder is continuous.

The wind rages with terrific violence in this fiery atmo-
sphere, it twists and tears the clouds, and it has been com-
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pared to the blowing of an immense bellows which keeps all
this fire in activity.

Doctor Ferguson maintained his blow-pipe at full pres-
sure ; the balloon expanded and ascended. On his knees
in the centre of the car Kennedy kept hold of the curtains
of the tent. The balloon gyrated enough to give the
travellers vertigo, and they suffered from the uneven oscilla-
tions. Large holes were torn in the outer covering of the
balloon, and the wind roared in and out these with violence,
the taffetas cracked under the pressure.

A sort of hail, preceded by a rushing sound, hissed
through the air and crackled upon the “ Victoria.” It
nevertheless continued to ascend ; the lightning described
flaming tangents from its circumference ; it was in the very
heart of the storm.

“God preserve us!” said Ferguson, “we are in His
hands. He alone can save us. Let us be prepared for
any event, even for fire ; our fall cannot be very rapid.”

The doctor’s voice was scarcely heard by his com-
panions, but they could see him standing unmoved in the
midst of the flashing lightnings; and he kept looking at
the “corpse-light” that flickered upon the network of the
balloon.

The balloon itself swayed and rolled, but kept ascend-
ing; at the end of fifteen minutes it had passed the line of
storm-cloud. The electric discharges were now beneath
it like an immense crown of artificial fire hanging from the
car.

This was one of the most beautiful sights that nature
could present to man. Below the storm raged. Above was
the starry, quiet, and silent Heaven, with the moon throwing
her peaceful rays upon the angry clouds.

Doctor Ferguson looked at the barometer : it indicated
12,000 feet elevation. The time was eleven o’clock.

“Thank Heaven the danger is over,” said he; “ we have
now only to remain here as we are,”

“Tt was awful,” said Kennedy.

“Yes,” replied Joe, ‘that gives a little change to our
journey, and I am not sorry to have seen a storm from such
a height. It was a magnificent sight indeed.”
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CHAPTER XVII.

The Mountains of the Moon—An Ocean of Verdure—The Anchor
cast out—The Elephant harnessed—A Quick Volley—Death of
the Elephant—The Field Oven—Dinner on the Grass—Night on
the Ground.

AszouT six o’clock in the morning (Sunday) the sun rose
above the horizon, the clouds dispersed, and a pleasant
breeze tempered the first rays of the morning light.

The sweetly-refreshed earth again became visible to the
travellers. The balloon, having been turning round in the
midst of opposing currents, had scarcely drifted at all, and
the doctor, permitting the gas to contract, descended at
length to strike a more northerly direction. For a long
time his search was vain, the breeze carried him to the
west, even within sight of the celebrated Mountains of the
Moon, which rise up in a semicircle round the end of Lake
Tanganayika. Their chain, but little broken, stood out
against the bluish horizon—a natural fortification, as it were,
impassable to explorers of the centre of Africa ; some of the
peaks bore traces of eternal snow.

“We are now in an unexplored country,” said the
doctor ; ‘‘ Captains Burton and Speke advanced far into the
west, but they were not able to reach these celebrated
mountains, Burton even denied their existence as affirmed
by his companion ; he pretended that they only existed in
the imagination of the latter. For us, my friends, no doubt
is possible.”

“Shall we pass over them ?” asked Kennedy,:

“T hope not. I expect to find a favourable wind to
bring me back to the equator. I will wait for it even, if
necessary, and treat the ‘Victoria’ like a ship that casts
anchor when the wind is contrary.”

The prognostications of the doctor were soon realised.
After having tried different elevations, the “ Victoria” sailed
away to the north-east at a moderate speed.

“We are in the right direction,” said he, consulting the
barometer as he spoke, “and scarcely 200 feet from the
ground; the circumstances are most favourable to explore
these unknown regions. Captain Speke, when proceeding
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to discover Lake Ukéréoné, went up more to the east in a
straight line above Kazeh.”

“Shall we go long in this direction ?” asked Kennedy.

“Perhaps. Our aim is to strike a point near the sources
of the Nile, and we have more than 600 miles to traverse to
the extreme limit reached by the explorers from the north.”

“ And shall we not put our feet on the ground: in order
to stretch our legs ?” said Joe.

“Yes, certainly. We must also be sparing of our larder,
and on the way you will be able to provide. us with fresh
meats.” ‘

“ As soon as ever you like, friend Samuel.”

“We shall also have to replenish our supply of water.
Who knows we may not be borne away towards barren
districts? We must therefore take precautions.”

At mid-day the “Victoria” was in 29° 15’ long. and
3° 15’ lat. It passed over the village of Uyofu, the northern
boundary of Unyamwezi, abreast of the Lake Ukéréoné,
which they had not hitherto been able to perceive.

The tribes near the equator appeared to be a little more
civilised, and are governed by absolute monarchs, whose
despotism is unlimited. Their very close union constitutes
the province of Karaywah.

The three travellers decided that they would descend at
the first favourable landing-place. They proposed to make
a lengthy halt, and the balloon was to be carefully examined ;
so the flame of the blow-pipe-was moderated. The grapnels,
thrown from the car, soon came in contact with the high
grass of an immense prairie; at a little distance it ap-
peared to be covered with close verdure, but in reality the
grass was seven or eight feet high.

The “ Victoria” skimmed over the grass without bend-
ing it, like an immense butterfly. Nothing was in sight; it
was like an ocean of verdure without a single wave.

“We may go a long time like this,” said Kennedy. “I
do not perceive a tree to which we can fasten ourselves. It
appears to me that the chase must be given up.”

_ “Wait, my dear Dick; you never could hunt in grass
higher than yourself. We shall find a favourable place
presently.”
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It was, indeed, a charming excursion—a veritable naviga-
tion upon this sea—so beautifully green, almost transparent
—undulating softly at the breathing of the wind. The boat
now justified its name, and appeared to cleave the waves,
except when a flight of birds with splendid plumage escaped
sometimes from the high grass, and with a thousand joyous
cries broke the illusion. The grapnels plunged into this lake
of flowers and formed a furrow which immediately closed
behind them like the wake of a vessel.

All at once the balloon experienced a great shock; the
grapnel had no doubt been caught in the fissure of a rock
concealed beneath the gigantic grass.

“We have caught,” said Joe.

“ All right, throw out the ladder,” said Kennedy.

These words had scarcely been uttered, when a sharp
cry resounded through the air, and was thus commented
upon by the travellers:

“What's that?” said one.

“ A most singular cry !”

“ Hollo ! we are moving.”

“The anchor has detached.”

“No, it is all right,’ said Joe, who was hauling at the
rope. ‘It is the rock that moves.”

A great disturbance was now perceived in the grass,
and soon a long and sinuous form raised itself over them.

“ A serpent !” cried Joe.

“A serpent !” said Kennedy, snatching up a carbine.

“No,” said the doctor, “it is the trunk of an elephant.”

“An elephant, Samuel?” and Kennedy, as he spoke,
brought the gun to his shoulder.

“Wait, Dick, wait.”

“Without doubt, the animal will pull us along.”

“ And in the right direction, Joe.”

The elephant advanced with some rapidity, and soon
arrived at an open space, where they had an uninterrupted
view of him. In his enormous bulk, the doctor recognised
the male of a magnificent species ; he had two beautiful
tusks, with a most graceful curve, ~-which appeared about
eight feet long—the flukes of the grapnel were firmly fas-
tened between them.
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The animal tried in vain with his trunk to loose the cord
that bound him to the car.

“ Go ahead cheerily !” cried Joe delighted, and doing his
best to urge on this strange turn-out. ‘‘Here is quite a new
way of travelling. Talk of a horse, indeed! An elephant,
if you please.”

‘But where will he lead us to?” asked Kennedy, shift-
ing his gun from hand to hand.

“ He will take us wherever he likes, my dear Dick; have
a little patience.”

“Wig a more! wig a more! as the Scotch peasants say,”
cried the delighted Joe. ‘Go on, go on.”

The animal broke into a rapid gallop, he flung his trunk
from right to left, and in his boundings he gave some violent
shocks to the car. The doctor, axe in hand, was ready to
cut the rope if occasion demanded.

“ But,” said he, “ we will not give up our anchor till the
last moment.”

This race at the tail of an elephant lasted nearly an
hour and a half. The animal did not appear in any way
fatigued. These enormous quadrupeds can keep up a trot
for a considerable time, and day after day they accomplish
immense distances, like the whales, whose size and speed
they possess.

“‘T believe it is a whale we have harpooned,” said Joe,
“ and we are only imitating the manceuvres of the whalers
when fishing.”

But a change in the nature of the ground obliged the
doctor to modify his mode of progression.

A thick wood appeared towards the north of the prairie,
about three miles distant ; it then became absolutely neces-
sary that the balloon should be separated from its con-
ductor.

So Kennedy was assigned the duty of stopping the
elephant. He shouldered his carbine, but his position was
not-favourable to strike the animal successfully. The first
ball fired at the skull was flattened as if against an iron
piate. The elephant did not appear the least incon-
venienced. At the sound of the discharge he accelerated his
pace, and his speed was now that of a horse at full gallop.

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98 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ The devil!” exclaimed Kennedy.

“What a hard head he must have,” said Joe.

“We must try a conical bullet in the shoulders,” said
Dick, loading his gun with great care. He. fired. The
elephant uttered a fearful scream, but still went on
gallantly.

‘Look here,” said Joe, taking up one of the rifles, “T
must help you, Mr. Dick, or we shall never get to the end
of this.”

And two bullets were quickly lodged in the flank of the
animal. He stopped, raised his trunk high in the air, and
then continued his rapid course towards the wood. He
kept shaking his enormous head, and blood began to flow
from his wounds.

“Let us keep firing, Mr. Dick,” said Joe.

“ Yes, and well-sustained fire, too,” said the doctor ; “we
are only a few yards from the wood.”

Ten shots were rapidly fired; the elephant made a terrific
bound; the car and the balloon cracked as if they were
coming to pieces. The shock caused the doctor to drop
the axe to the ground.

Their situation: was critical. The rope of the grapnel
was fastened so tightly that it could not be detached, nor
could it be cut by the knives the travellers possessed. The
balloon was rapidly nearing the wood when the elephant
received a bullet in the eye at the moment he raised his
head. He stopped, appeared to hesitate for a moment,
then his knees bent beneath him, and he exposed his flank
to the assailants.

“Now for a bullet in his heart,” cried Kennedy, as he
discharged his carbine for the last time.

The elephant uttered a roar of agony and distress, half-
raised himself for an instant as he waved his trunk to and
fro, and then fell with all his immense weight upon one of
his tusks, which was broken short off. He was: dead.

“ His tusk is broken,” cried Kennedy. “That ivory
would fetch thirty-five guineas the hundredweight in Eng-
land.”

“So much for that,” said Joe, as he lowered himself to
the ground by the grapnel-rope.
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“Why these regrets, my dear Dick?” replied the doctor.
“We are not ivory merchants, and we have not come here
to make our fortunes, have we ?”

Joe inspected the grapnel. It was still firmly fastened
to the remaining tusk. Samuel and Dick got down on the
ground while the halfinflated balloon hovered above the
carcase of the elephant.

“What a splendid beast,” cried Kennedy. ‘ What an
enormous mass he is. I have never, even in India, seen
such a fine fellow.”

“That is not so surprising, my dear Dick. The ele-
phants of Central Africa are the biggest naturally. They
have been hunted so much in the neighbourhood of the
Cape by the Andersons and the Cummings, that they have
migrated towards the equator, where we shall frequently
meet them in large numbers.”

“In the meantime,” said Joe, “I hope we shall have a
taste of this fellow. I will pledge myself to provide you a
savoury meal at this gentleman’s expense. Mr. Kennedy
can go hunting for an hour or two; Mr. Samuel can inspect
and overhaul the ‘ Victoria,’ and I will play the cook.”

“That is well arranged,” replied the doctor. “So each
to his occupation.”

“ Well, I shall take the two hours’ liberty that Joe has
been so kind as to give me,” said Kennedy.

“ By all means, my friend, but don’t be rash. Do not
go too far.”

“You may be easy on that score,” said Dick ; and, armed
with his rifle, he plunged into the wood.

Then Joe set about his avocations. First, he made a
-hole in the ground about two feet deep, which he filled with
the dead branches of trees which strewed the ground in
consequence of the passages forced through the woods by
the elephants, traces of which were clearly seen. The hole
filled up, he thrust in at the top a log about two feet long,
and set fire to it. a

He then turned ‘to the elephant, which had fallen only
about fifty yards from the wood, and dexterously cut off the
trunk, which measured nearly two feet wide at the head.
He chose the most delicate portions, and added one of the

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sponge-like feet. These are considered the tid-bits of the
animal, as is the buffalo-hump, the paws of the bear, or the
boar’s head.

When the log was completely consumed inside and out-
side, the hole, emptied of the cinders and ashes, was very
hot, so the pieces of the elephant’s flesh, wrapped in aro-
matic leaves, were laid at the bottom of this improvised
furnace, and covered with the hot embers. Then Joe
placed a second log over all, and when the wood was burned
out, the meat was done to a-turn.

Then Joe took the dinner from the oven, placed it upon
green leaves, and laid the repast in the centre of a meadow-
like space. He brought the biscuits, brandy, and coffee,
and fetched some fresh and sparkling water from a neigh-
bouring stream. ;

The feast thus sent up was pleasant to behold, and
Joe, without vanity, thought that it would be very good to
eat. ;

“ Here,” he said to himself, “here is a journey without
danger, meals when you choose, and sleep when you like :
what cana man want more? And that good Mr. Kennedy
did not want to come !”

Doctor Ferguson, for his part, was devoting himself to a
thorough examination of his balloon. It did not appear to
have suffered by the storm, the taffetas and gutta-percha had
resisted wonderfully. Taking the actual distance from the
ground, and calculating the ascensional force of the balloon,
he perceived with satisfaction that the hydrogen was still in
the same volume. The envelope up to this time had
remained impermeable.

It was only five days since the travellers had quitted
Zanzibar, the pemmican had not been cut, the store of
biscuit and preserved meat was sufficient for a long period,
and they had only to renew their reserve of water.

The tubes and the coil appeared to be in perfect
order; thanks to their india-rubber joints, they yielded to
all the oscillations of the balloon.

Having finished his inspection, the doctor put his notes
in order. He made a most successful sketch of the sur-
rounding country, with the immense prairie as far as the
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eye could reach, the forest, and the balloon standing
motionless over the body of the enormous elephant.

At the end of the two hours Kennedy returned with a
string of partridges and a haunch of venison cut from the
oryx—a sort of gemsbok, the most agile species of ante-
lopes. Joe took upon himself to prepare this addition to
the repast. ;

“Dinner is ready !” he soon cried, in his cheery voice.
And the three travellers had only to seat themselves upon
the verdant meadow. The feet and trunk of the elephant
were pronounced exquisite. They drank to “Old Eng-
land,” as usual, and some delicious havannas perfumed the
air of this beautiful region for the first time.

Kennedy ate, drank, and talked enough for four. He
was intoxicated with the surroundings. He seriously pro-
posed to the doctor to remain in that forest, and to con-
struct a leafy cabin, and begin a sort of African Robinson
Crusoe life.

This proposition was not otherwise followed up, although
Joe promised himself to take the part of “ Friday.”

The country appeared so quiet, so deserted, that the
Doctor determined to pass the night on the ground. Joe
made a circle of fire, an indispensable barricade against
wild beasts. Hyzenas, cougars, and jackals, attracted by
the scent of the elephant’s carcase, came prowling around.
Kennedy occasionally sent a shot after the most pressing of
these visitors, but the night passed without any unpleasant
incident.

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Karagwah—Lake Ukéréoné—A Night on an Island—The
Equator—Crossing the Lake—The Waterfalls—View of the
Country—The Sources of the Nile—Isle Benga—Signature of
Andrea Debono—The Royal Standard of England.

NExr morning, at five o’clock, they prepared to depart.
Joe, with the axe which he had fortunately recovered,’ cut
off the elephant’s tusks. The “Victoria,” restored to
liberty, carried our travellers to the north-east at a speed of
eighteen miles an hour, .
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The doctor had carefully ascertained his position by
the altitude of the stars during the night. He made it
2° 4' latitude below the equator, or say 160 geographical
miles distant from it. They now passed over several
villages without noticing the cries their appearance pro-
voked. He took notes of the form of the locality with
rapid sketches. He crossed over the slopes of the Rubemhé,
almost as steep as the summits of the Ousagara, and later
on reached the Tenga, the first spurs of the Karagwah
chain, which, according to him, are the commencement of
the Mountains of the Moon. Now the old legend, which
states that these hills are the cradle of the Nile, appears to
be not far from the truth, inasmuch as they border upon
Lake Ukéréoné, the supposed reservoir for the waters of
the big river.

From Kafuero, a large district of the native merchants,
he perceived at length on the horizon the long-sought lake
which Captain Speke got a glimpse of on the 3rd August,
1858.

Samuel Ferguson was moved. He had almost arrived
at one of the principal points of his expedition, and, tele-
scope in hand, he did not lose a corner of this mysterious
country which his gaze thus drank in.

Beneath him the ground appeared generally exhausted ;
there was scarcely a hollow cultivated ; the plain, dotted here
and there with mounds of medium elevation, became level
as it approached the lake ; fields of barley took the place of
rice. ‘There was the plantain, from which the wine of the
country is made, and the “mwani,” a wild plant that yields
coffee. A collection of fifty circular huts, covered with a
flowery thatch, constituted the capital of Karagwah. They
could easily distinguish the astonished faces of a race
apparently good-looking and of a yellowish-brown colour.
Women of a most incredible corpulence were working in the
fields, and the doctor astonished his companions by inform-
ing them that this stoutness, which is highly appreciated, is
obtained by an obligatory diet of curdled milk.

At mid-day the “‘ Victoria” was in 1° 45’ South latitude ;
in an hour the wind carried it over the lake.

Captain Speke called this Lake “ Victoria” Nyanza. In
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this place it measures ninety miles wide. At its southern ex-
tremity the Captain found a group of islands which he
designated the Archipelago of Bengal. He pushed his re-
searches as far as Muanza on the eastern side, where he
was well received by the sultan. He made a triangulation
of this part of the lake ; but he could not procure a boat
either to cross it or to visit the great island of Ukéréoné.
This very populous island is governed by three sultans, and
only forms a peninsula at low water.

The “ Victoria” approached the lake more towards the
north to the doctor’s great disappointment, who wanted to
‘note the lower bends. The banks bristled with thorny
thickets and tangled brushwood, and were entirely hidden
under a cloud of millions of mosquitos of a clear brown
colour; the country then appeared to be uninhabitable and
uninhabited. They could see troops of hippopotami wal-
lowing amidst the reeds, whence they plunged beneath the
pellucid water of the lake.

The lake, seen from above, extended to such a distance
towards the west as almost to appear asea. The distance
between the opposite sides of the lake is too great for the
establishment of communications ; besides, the storms are
so frequent and so fierce, for the winds rage terribly in that
elevated and open basin.

The doctor had some difficulty to manage the balloon—
he was afraid of being carried away towards the east; but
fortunately a current bore him directly to the north, and at
6 p.m. the “Victoria” pulled up at a small desolate island in
o° 30’ lat. and 32° 52’ long., about twenty miles from the
border of the lake.

The travellers were enabled to make the balloon fast to
a tree, and the wind having dropped as evening came on,
they remained quietly at anchor. ‘They did not venture to
get down on the ground, for here, as upon the banks of the
Nyanza, legions of mosquitos covered the earth in a thick
cloud. Joe returned from the tree even covered with bites,
but he did not trouble himself about them, as he fancied
such conduct was only “the nature of the animal.”

Nevertheless, the doctor, somewhat less of an optimist,
let out the rope to its furthest extent with the view to escape
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these pestilent insects, which were hovering about with a
never-resting “trumpeting.”

The doctor reckoned that the height of the lake above the
level of the sea was as determined by Captain Speke ; that
is to say, 3,750 feet.

“So we are on an island!” cried Joe, scratching him-
self as if he would dislocate his wrists.

‘We shall have quickly made the tour of it,” replied the
Scot, ‘and, except these blessed insects, I don’t think there
is a living thing on it.”

“ The islands, with which the lake is studded,” replied
Doctor Ferguson, “are only, in fact, the summits of sub-
merged hills, but we are fortunate in finding shelter here,
for the shores of the lake are inhabited by ferocious tribes.
So go to sleep in peace, as the sky gives assurance of a
quiet night.”

“ Are you not going to do the same, Samucl?”

“No, I cannot close my eyes. My thoughts are such as
to banish sleep. ‘To-morrow, my friends, if the wind be
favourable, we shall proceed due north, and perhaps dis-
cover the sources of the Nile—the impenetrable secret !
So near to the sources of the Great River I cannot
sleep.”

Kennedy and Joe, whose scientific cogitations did not
trouble them to so great an extent, did not hesitate to sleep
soundly under the doctor’s guardianship.

On Wednesday, April 23rd, the “ Victoria” set out at
four o’clock under a grey sky. The darkness seemed
loath to leave the waters of the lake, which was enveloped
in a thick mist. Soon, however, a strong breeze dispersed
all this fog. The “ Victoria” was for some minutes balanced,
in more senses than one, and at last made up its mind and
set off directly towards the north.

Doctor Ferguson clapped his hands joyously.

“We are now in the right track,” he cried ; “ to-day or
never we shall see the Nile. My friends, now we are cross-
ing the equator—we are entering our own hemisphere.”

“Oh!” criedJoe. ‘ Do you think, sir, that the equator
does pass by here ?”

“ At this very spot, my brave lad!”
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“ Well, ‘saving your presence,’ sir, it seems to me ¢dvis-
able to ‘wet’ it without further loss of time.”

“Go and fetch the grog,” said the. doctor, laughing ;
“you have a way of understanding cosmography which is
not to be despised.”

And that was how they celebrated the “crossing of the
line” in the “ Victoria.”

The balloon continued to glide rapidly along. In the
west they could perceive the low and somewhat undulating
coast; at the end, the more elevated plains of Uganda and
Usoga. The wind blew with great force—nearly thirty miles
an hour.

The waters of the Nyanza rose and broke in billows, like
those of the ocean. From the observation of certain waves,
which kept breaking a long time after the wind lulled, the
doctor reckoned that the lake was of greatdepth. Only one
or two large boats were descried during this rapid transit.

“This lake,” said the doctor, “is evidently, from its
elevated position, the natural reservoir of the rivers in the
eastern parts of Africa. Heaven gives it again in rain what
it absorbs in vapours from its effluents. It appears to me
certain that the Nile ought to have its source here.”

‘“‘ We shall soon see,” said Kennedy.

Towards nine o’clock the coast towards the west was
neared : it appeared desert and wooded. The wind backed
a little to the east, and they could get a glimpse of the other
side of the lake. It trended so as to terminate in a very
obtuse angle, about 2° 4o’ North latitude.. High mountains
stood up with arid peaks at this end of the Nyanza, but
between them a deep and winding gorge gave vent to a
rippling stream.

All the while he was regulating the balloon, Doctor Fer-
guson kept examining the country with an anxious gaze.

“There it is, my friends, there it is!” he cried; “the
accounts of the Arabs were correct. They spoke of a river
by which the Lake Ukéréoné discharged itself towards the
north, and this river exists. We will descend with it, and it
flows with a rapidity equal to ours. And this drop of water
which passes under our feet is surely on its way to mingle
with the Mediterranean waves. It is the Nile !”
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“Tt is the Nile,” replied Kennedy, who had yielded to
the enthusiasm of Samuel Ferguson.

“Long live the Nile!” cried Joe, who cried long live
anything when he was pleased.

The enormous rocks here and there hindered the course
of this mysterious river. The water boiled up, forming
rapids and cataracts, which confirmed the doctor in his
suppositions. These surrounding mountains gave rise to
numerous torrents foaming in their fall, which could be
counted by hundreds. They could see little scattered jets
of water springing from the earth, crossing each other,
mingling together, and vying in speed, and all hastening to
this new-born stream, which became a river after it had
absorbed them all.

“ That is really the Nile,” replied the doctor, now con-
vinced. “The origin of the name has puzzled the learned
as much as the source of its waters. They have declared it
comes from the Greek, from the Coptic, from the Sanscrit.*
After all it is not much matter, since they could not disclose
the secret of its source.”

“But,” said the Scot, “ how are we to be assured of the
identity of this river with that which travellers from the
north have discovered ? ”

“We shall have certain irresistible and infallible proofs,”
replied Ferguson, “if the wind only favour us for another
hour.”

The mountains fell back, giving place to numerous
villages, to fields cultivated with the oil plant, dourrah,
and sugar-canes. The tribes of these countries appeared
excited and hostile. They approached nearer to anger
than adoration ; they looked upon the travellers as strangers,
and not as gods. It seemed to them that in coming to the
sources of the Nile they had come to steal something. The
“Victoria” was obliged to keep out of musket-range.

“To land here would be difficult,” said the Scotchman.

“ Well,” said Joe, ‘so much the worse for the natives—
we shall deprive them of the benefit of our conversation.”

* A Byzantine savant sees in Neilos an arithmetical name. N
represents 50; E, 5; I, 10; L, 30; O, 70; S, 200; which make up
the number of the days of the year,
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“T must descend, nevertheless,” replied Doctor Fer-
guson, “if only for a quarter of an hour. Otherwise I
shall not be able to verify the results of our exploration.”

“Ts that really indispensable, Samuel ?”

“Tt is, and we shall descend without the necessity of
firing a gun.”

“That is my business,” replied Kennedy, patting his
carbine.

“‘ Whenever you choose, sir,” said Joe, preparing himself
for fighting.

“This will not be the first time,” said the doctor, ‘that
one has worked for science arms in hand; a similar
thing happened to a French professor in the Spanish
mountains when he was measuring the terrestrial meridian.”

“ You be quiet, Samuel, and trust to your body-guard.”

“ Are we at the place now, sir?” asked Joe.

“Not yet. Indeed we must ascend in order to learn the
‘lie of the land’ a little.”

The hydrogen was expanded, and in less than ten
minutes the “ Victoria” was floating at a height of 2,500 feet.

They could distinguish from that elevation an inextric-
able network of streams, which the river received. It flowed
more from the west between the hills, in the midst of a
fertile country. |

“We are not ninety miles from Gondokoro,” said the
doctor, referring to the map, and scarcely five miles from
the point reached by the discoverers from the north. Let
us now approach the earth, but cautiously.”

The “Victoria” descended more than 2,000 feet.

“ Now, my friends, be ready for anything.”

“ We are ready,” replied Dick and Joe.

“Good,” said the doctor.

The “ Victoria” sailed over the bed of the river at a
height of scarcely 100 feet. The Nile measured fifty fathoms
at this spot ; and the inhabitants were tremendously excited
in the villages along the banks. At the second degree the
river formed a cascade about ten feet high, and was conse-
quently impassable for boats.

“ There is the very waterfall spoken of by M. Debono!”
cried the doctor.
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The bed of the river became extended and dotted with
numerous islands, which Ferguson scanned narrowly. He
seemed to be seeking a landmark which he had not hitherto
perceived,

Some negroes were advancing in a boat beneath the
balloon. Kennedy saluted them with a shot, which, with-
out touching them, sent them back to the bank pretty
quickly.

“Pleasant voyage!” shouted Joe; “in their place I
would not take the chance of returning. I should have a
wholesome fear of a monster who could hurl thunder at me
at his will.”

But now the doctor suddenly seized his telescope and
directed it towards an island situated in the centre of the
river.

“Four trees!” he cried. “Do you see them down
there? In fact four solitary trees were observable at the
extremity of the island.”

“Tis the isle of Benga ; it is indeed !” he shouted.

“Well, what then?” asked Dick.

“ There we must descend, please goodness.”

“ But it appears to be inhabited, Mr. Samuel !”

“Joe is right; if I do not mistake, there are about
twenty natives assembled there.”

“We must put them to flight, that will not be a difficult
matter,” said Ferguson.

“ Allright !” said Dick.

The sun was in the zenith. The “ Victoria” approached
the island.

The negroes, who appeared to be of the Makado tribe,
uttered discordant cries. One of them waved his bark
head-covering in the air. Kennedy took aim, fired, and the
hat was knocked to pieces. There was a general stampede,
The natives precipitated themselves into the river, and swam
across. From both banks there came a hail of bullets and
a shower of arrows, but without any hurt to the balloon,
whose grapnel had become fastened in a fissure of a rock.
Joe let himself slide down to the ground.

“The ladder,” cried the doctor. “Follow me, Ken-
nedy !”
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“ What are you going to do?”

“To descend. I want a witness.”

“Here I am, then.”

“ Joe, keep guard, mind.”

“ All right, sir; I am responsible for everything.”

“Come, Dick,” said the doctor, putting his foot on the
ground. ;

He led his companion towards a mass of rock that
rose up at the extremity of the island. There, after search-
ing for some time, hunting about amongst the brushwood
till his hands were cut and bleeding, suddenly he grasped
the Scot’s arm.

“Look there!” said he.

“ Letters !” cried Kennedy.

In fact, two letters engraven in the rock appeared in all
their pristine sharpness of outline. They distinctly read —

A. D.

“A. D,,” said the doctor. “Andrea Debono! The
initials of that very traveller who mounted to the highest
point of the course of the Nile.”

“That is unimpeachable evidence, friend Samuel.”

“ Are you now convinced ?”

“Ttis the Nile; we can have no doubt about it.”

The doctor took a “last fond look” at the precious
initials, of which he made a tracing.

“Now,” said he, “ for the balloon !”

“Quick, then, for there are some natives preparing to
cross the river.”

“That does not matter much to us now. If the breeze
will only hold to us a few hours we shall reach Gondokoro
and shake hands with our own countrymen.”

Ten minutes afterwards the “ Victoria” rose majestically,
and Dr. Ferguson, as a signal of success, unfurled the
Royal Standard of England as they sailed along.
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CHAPTER XIX.

The Nile—The Trembling Mountain—Souvenir of the Country—
Arab Tales—Nyam-Nyam—Joe’s Reflections—The ‘‘ Victoria’s ”
Zig-zags—Balloon Ascents—Madame Blanchard.

“In what direction are we going?” asked Kennedy, seeing
his companion looking at the compass. —

‘* Nor-nor-west,” was the reply.

“The devil! That is not north, is it ?”

“No, Dick. And I think we shall have some difficulty
to reach Gondokoro. I am sorry for it, but, at any rate, we
have united the exploration of the east to those of the
north, so we must not complain.”

The “ Victoria” by degrees now edged away from the
Nile.

“A last look,” said the doctor, “at this insurmount-
able latitude, which the most intrepid travellers have never
been able to pass. There are surely those intractable tribes
mentioned by Pethwick, Arnaud, Miani, and the young
explorer Lejean, to whom we are indebted for the best works
upon the Upper Nile.

“So,” said Kennedy, “our discoveries are in accord
with the forecastings of science.”

“Entirely. The source of the White River of the
Bahr-el-Abiad are immerged in a great lake like a sea. It
takes its rise there. There poetry lost it. They loved to
fancy that this king of rivers had a heavenly origin ; the
ancients called it ‘ocean’ and it was nota difficult thing
to believe that it descended directly from the sun. But it is
necessary to refute or to accept, from time to time, that
which science has laid down. ‘There will not be learned
men for ever, perhaps; but there will always be poets !”

“‘ There are more cataracts,” said Joe.

“Those are the cataracts of Makedo in the ard
degree of latitude. Nothing is more certain. Fancy our
being able thus to follow the course of the Nile for hours !”

“And farther down,” said the Scot, “ I can perceive the
summit of a mountain.”

“That is Mount Logwek, the ‘Shaking Mountain’ of
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the Arabs. All this part has been visited by M. Debono,
who explored it under the name of Latif Effendi. The
neighbouring tribes: are hostile to each other and keep up a
war of extermination. You can thus estimate without difft
culty the extent of the perils he had to overcome.”

The breeze now carried the “Victoria” towards the
north-east. In order to clear Mount Logwek it-was neces-
sary to seek a more inclined current.

“ My friends,” said the doctor to his companions, “we
are now about to commence our journey across Africa in
real earnest. So far we have only been following the foot-
steps of our predecessors. We are now about to penetrate
into the ‘unknown.’ Your courage will not fail?”

“ Never !” cried Dick and Joe in one breath.

“Let us go on then, and may Heaven guide us on our
way !”

At ten o’clock at night, passing over ravines, forests, and
villages, the travellers reached the side of the “Shaking
Mountain,” beside whose slopes they ascended.

In this memorable journey of the 23rd April, during a
sail of fifteen hours, they had, under the influence of a
strong wind, accomplished a distance of 315 miles.

But this latter part of the journey had left a trace of
sadness behind it. Complete silence reigned in the car.
Was Doctor Ferguson absorbed in the contemplation of his
discoveries? Were his companions thinking of this expedi-
tion into the unknown regions? ‘There was all that, without
doubt, mingled with very vivid recollections of England and
absent friends. Joe was the only one to assume a care-
lessly philosophic manner, feeling it only natural that his
native land was no longer there when he had quitted it; but
he respected the silence of the doctor and Kennedy.

The “ Victoria” now anchored, “broadside on,” to the
“ Shaking Mountain ;” they were enabled to make a sub-
stantial meal, and all slept under the successive guard of the
other alternately. : :

Next day, more cheerful thoughts arrived with the work-
ing hours. They had a lovely day, and the wind blew in
the proper direction. A breakfast, much enlivened by Joe,
sufficed to put them into better spirits.
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The country passed over just then was very extensive.
It stretched from the Mountains of the Moon to those of
Darfour, which are as fine as those of Europe.

“‘ We shall undoubtedly cross what is supposed to be the
kingdom of Usoga,” said the doctor. ‘Some geographers
have pretended that, in the centre of Africa exists a vast
depression, an immense central lake. We shall see if this
hypothesis has any foundation in fact.”

“But how have they arrived at such a conclusion ?”
asked Kennedy.

“From the reports of the Arabs, these people are great
story-tellers; too much so, perhaps. Some travellers, arriving
from Kazeh, or the Great Lakes, have seen slaves brought
from the central districts. They have questioned these
people respecting their country, they have put together a
heap of these various statements, and have thence made
their deduction. At the bottom of all this there is a sub-
stratum of truth, and you have seen that they did not mis-
take in the origin of the Nile so much after all.”

“ Nothing could be more correct,” said Kennedy.

“Tt is from these documents that trial-maps have been
attempted. So I am about to follow up my route upon one
of these, and to rectify it when necessary.”

“Ts all this region inhabited ?” asked Joe.

“Certainly, but thinly.”

* T suspect so.”

“These scattered tribes are comprised under the general
denomination of Nyam-Nyam, and this name is only another
name for‘ onomatopy ;’it reproduces thesound of mastication.”

“ Perfectly,” replied Joe. ‘ Nyam-Nyam.”

“ My good Joe, if you were the original cause of this
*onomatopy,’ you would not be so perfect ?”

“ What do you mean?”

“ Merely that these people are cannibals !”

“Ts that certain ?”

“Quite certain. People also pretended that these tribes
had tails, but it was soon discovered that the tails were those
of the animals in whose skins they were clothed.”

“So much the worse. A tail is a very useful appendage
to keep off the mosquitos,” said Joe.
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“Possibly, but we must relegate that tale to the ranks of
fable, just like the story told by Brun-Rollet of certain tribes
having dogs’ heads.” |

“ Dogs’ heads! Most convenient for barking, and for
cannibals.”

‘What has been proved is unfortunately this—viz., that
the people are most savage, and they are very.desirous of
human flesh, which they seek for with avidity.”

“ All I ask is,” said Joe, “that they won’t seek me indi-
vidually so anxiously.”

“T say!” cried Dick.

“JT mean it this way, Mr. Dick. If ever I am to be
eaten in a moment of scarcity, I hope that it will be for your
advantage, and for my master’s. But to sustain those black-
amoors, never! I should die of shame !”

“Well, then, my brave Joe, now that is understood, we
may count upon you at a pinch,” said Kennedy.

“ At your service, gentlemen,” said Joe.

“Joe talks like that,” said the doctor, “so that we may
take great care of him, and feed him up.”

“ Very likely,” replied Joe. “Man is a terribly selfish
animal.”

During the afternoon the sky was hidden by a thick
mist, which made the earth damp. The fog scarcely allowed
objects to be distinguished on the ground, and, fearful of
striking against some invisible peak, the doctor ascended for
about five hours.

The night passed without accident, but it was necessary
to be doubly vigilant in the profound darkness.

The trade-wind blew with extreme violence during the
early part of the following day. The wind roared in the
lower part of the balloon, and shook the appendages by
which the tubes of dilatation penetrated with great force.
They were compelled to fasten them with ropes, in which
work Joe acquitted himself very skilfully.

They ascertained, at the same time, that the opening at
the top of the balloon remained hermetically sealed.

“ This is of the utmost importance to us,” said Doctor
Ferguson. ‘We obviate the escape of the precious gas ;
besides, we leave nothing round us of an inflammable

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nature by which, if a light were applied, we should be
stopped altogether.” ,

“That would be a very unpleasant incident of our
journey,” said Joe.

“ Should we be precipitated to the ground ? ”asked Dick.

“No, not precipitated. The gas would burn quietly,
and we should descend by degrees. A similar accident
happened to the French aéronaut, Madame Blanchard.
She set fire to the balloon while setting off fireworks, but
she did not fall ; and she would not have lost her life had
her car not been hurled against a chimney, and she herself
thrown to the ground.”

“Let us trust that no such accident will happen to us,”
said Dick. “So far our journey has not appeared to me
dangerous, and I see no reason why we should not reach
our destination.”

“Nor do I, my dear Dick. Accidents, moreover, have
always been caused either. by imprudence on the part of the
aéronauts, or by the badly-constructed apparatus they make
use of. So, out of many thousands of aérial ascents, we can
reckon only about twenty fatal accidents. Generally it is
the accretions or the departures which offer most danger.
So, in like case, we ought not to neglect any precautions.”

“Tt is breakfast-time,” said Joe; “we must content our-
selves with preserved meat and coffee until Mr. Kennedy
has the opportunity to treat us to a haunch of venison.”



CHAPTER XxX.

The Celestial Bottlh—Fig Palms—Mammoth Trees—The War-Tree
—The Winged Team—Fight of the Tribes—Massacre—Inter-
vention from the Clouds.

Tue wind was becoming violent and squally. The “ Vic-
toria” made “tacks” in the air. Sometimes tossed to the
north, sometimes to the south, it could not meet with any
steady slant of wind.

“We are going very fast without advancing much,” said
Kennedy, as he remarked the frequent oscillations of the
magnetic needle.
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“The ‘Victoria’ is flying at a speed of nearly thirty
leagues* an hour,” said Ferguson. ‘Lean over and see how
quickly the country disappears from beneath us. Mind,
this forest appears as if it were about to precipitate itself
against us !” ;

“ The forest is already an open space,” said Kennedy.

“ And the open space is now a village,” added Joe, a
few seconds later. “Look at the astonished faces of the
niggers |”

“ Nowonder,” replied the doctor. ‘The French peasants,
when they first saw balloons, ran away, taking them for
monstrous air-sprites; so we must not be surprised at the
natives of the Soudan looking somewhat astonished.”

“T declare,” said Joe, as the “ Victoria” just skimmed
over a village about 100 feet above it. “I have a great
mind to shy an empty bottle at them if you have no ob-
jection, sir, If it arrive unbroken they will worship it, if
it smash they will make ‘ charms’ of the pieces.”

And as he spoke he threw a bottle over; it of course
was broken to fragments, while the natives ran into their
huts uttering loud cries.

A little farther on Kennedy cried:

“Look at that extraordinary tree—it appears to be of
one species at the top and another lower down!”

“Yes,” said Joe; “this is apparently a country where
trees grow one on the top of the other !”

“Tt is only the trunk of a fig-tree,” replied the doctor,
“upon which a little mould has fallen. One fine day the
wind happened to bring a seed of the palm here, and the
palm tree has grown up accordingly.”

“ A capital plan,” said Joe, “and one I shall introduce
into England. It would answer capitally in the London
parks, not to mention that it would be a way of multiplying
fruit trees ; one might have gardens in the air, which would
be quite to the taste of small proprietors.”

At this moment they were obliged to elevate the .“ Vic-
toria” to about 300 feet, so as to avoid a forest of high trees
—very ancient banyans.

#* The French league is 4,850 yards only.
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“What magnificent trees!” cried Kennedy; “I know
nothing finer than these old forests. Look, Samuel!”

“The height of these banyans is truly marvellous, my
dear Dick; yet they are not to be compared with the
American forests.”

“What ! are there bigger trees in America?”

“ Certainly! amongst those called ‘mammoth trees.’
Thus in California there is a cedar 450 feet high, which
is higher than the tower of the Houses of Parliament or
even than the great Pyramid of Egypt. The trunk is 120
feet round at the base, and the concentric rings of the tree
declare it to be more than 4,000 years old !”

“Well, sir,” said Joe, “that is not very wonderful.
When you have lived 4,000 years it is only natural that you
should be very big.”

But during the above conversation the forest had given
place to a large collection of huts, disposed in a circle round
a clear space. In the centre rose an extraordinary tree.
Joe cried out when he saw it:

“Well, if that tree has produced such flowers as those
for 4,000 years, I shall not pay it any compliment.”

It was a gigantic sycamore, whose trunk was completely
concealed by a heap of human bones. The “ flowers”
of which Joe spoke were human heads lately cut off, and
suspended by daggers fixed in the bark.

“The ‘war-tree’ of the cannibals,” said the doctor.
“The Indians take the scalp, the Africans the entire head.”

‘‘A matter of taste,” said Joe.

But the village of the bleeding heads was fast disap-
pearing on the horizon ; yet another farther on offered a not
less horrible spectacle. Half-eaten human bodies, crumb-
ling skeletons, human remains, were scattered about, and
were left to be devoured by the hyenas and jackals.

“‘ Those are doubtless the bodies of criminals, and, as is
the practice in Abyssinia, they are exposed to the attacks of
wild beasts, who devour them at their leisure, having first
killed them by strangulation.”

“Tt is not much more cruel than hanging,” said the Scot
‘it is more horrible, that’s all,”

“In the south of Africa,” replied the doctor, “ they
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merely shut the offender up in his own hut with the wild
beasts ; perhaps his family is also included. The hut is then
set on fire and the occupants are all roasted together. I ao
call that cruelty, but I agree with Kennedy that if hanging
be less cruel it is equally barbarous.”

Joe, with the excellent sight which served him so well
now, cried that he could perceive some birds of prey appear-
ing above the horizon.

“‘ They are eagles,” replied Kennedy, after having exa-
mined them with his telescope; “splendid birds !—their
flight is as rapid as our own.”

“ Heaven preserve us from their attacks!” said the doctor ;
“they are more to be dreaded than the most ferocious
beasts or the most savage tribes.”

“Bah!” replied Dick, “we shall drive them off with
our rifles.”

*T should very much prefer not to be obliged to resort
to your skill, my dear Dick. The taffeta could not resist
their beaks. Fortunately they appear to be more frightened
than attracted by our balloon.”

“Yes, but I have got an idea,” said Joe, “ for ideas are
tumbling in by dozens to-day. If we were to procure a
team of eagles, we might harness them to the car, and they
would draw us through the air.”

“The proposal is seriously made,” said the doctor;
“but I very much question its practicability with such very
restive animals.”

“We might train them,” replied Joe ; “instead of bits
we could guide them with blinkers, which would cover their
eyes completely. Unloose one eye, they would go to the
right or left as the case might be; blind them again, and
they would stop.”

“You must allow me, my good Joe, to prefer a tavour-
able wind to your harnessed eagles. It costs less to keep—
that is certain, at any rate.”

“ Oh, by all means, sir; but I will keep my idea all the
same.” ;

It was mid-day. For some time the “ Victoria” had
been going along steadily, not flying as it lately had been.

Suddenly cries and whistling sounds reached the ears of
118 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

the travellers; they leaned over and perceived in the
open plain asight not easily to be forgotten. Two tribes
were engaged in deadly combat and exchanging clouds of
arrows. The combatants were so deeply engaged that
they did not perceive the “Victoria.” They numbered
about 300, and were mingled in an inextricable mélée ; the
greater part of them were reddened with the blood in which
they appeared literally steeped. It was a horrible sight.
At the appearance of the balloon there was a pause, the
shouts were redoubled, some arrows were launched at the
car, and one of them came near enough for Joe to catch it
in his hand.

“We must get out of reach,” said the doctor. “No
imprudence, we cannot allow that.”

The battle continued. So soon as an enemy “ bit the
dust,” his opponent hastened to decapitate him. The
women mixed in this rout, collected the bleeding heads, and
piled them up at either extremity of the battle-field, and
often fought among themselves for. possession of these
hideous trophies.

“ Horrible scene,” said Kennedy, with profound disgust.

“Wretched creatures,” cried Joe. ‘They only want a
uniform now to be like all other soldiers.”

“TJ have a great mind to interfere in the battle,” cried
Kennedy, brandishing a carbine.

“ Not so,” replied the doctor; “nothing of the sort. Let
us mind our own business. How do you know who is right
or wrong, that you should play the part of Providence?
Let us get farther away from this repulsive scene. If great
generals could only look down as we do upon their fields of
battle, they would end, perhaps, in losing their taste for
blood and conquest.”

The chief of one of the bands of savages was remarkable
for his tall form and Herculean strength. With one hand he
plunged his lance into the thick masses of his enemies, and
with the other he cleared the way with tremendous blows of
his hatchet. Presently he cast his gory lance from him, and
cast himself upon a wounded man, whose arm he swept off
with a blow of his hatchet. He then seized the arm and
began to devour it on the spot.
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“Ugh!” cried Kennedy, “the brute! I can’t stand any
more.” And the warrior, hit by a bullet in the forehead, fell
dead on his back.

At his fall, a profound terror seized his band. This
supernatural death served to reanimate the ardour of their
adversaries, and in a moment the battle-field was abandoned
by half the combatants.

“ Let us seek a higher current to take us along,” said the
doctor, “I am sick of this.”

But they could not get away so quickly, but that they
could perceive the victorious tribe seize upon the dead and
wounded, and fight over the still warm flesh, and devour it
eagerly.

“Pugh,” said Joe, “ that is sickening.”

The “ Victoria” rose. The shouts of the frenzied crowd
followed them for some moments, but at length, impelled
towards the south, they escaped from this scene of carnage
and cannibalism. |

The country appeared undulating with several water-
courses, which ran towards the east, and fell doubtless into
the affluents of the lake Nu, or of the River of Gazelles,
respecting which M. Lejean his given some curious details.

When night fell, the “ Victoria” dropped anchor in 270°
sugue and 4° 20’ N. latitude, after a journey of 150
miles.

CHAPTER XXI.

Strange Noises—A Night Attack—Kennedy and Joe in the Tree—Two
Shots—“‘ Help ! help !”—The Plan of Rescue.

Tue night was very dark. The doctor had not been able
to recognise the country. He made fast to a tall tree, of
which he could scarcely distinguish the confused mass in
the gloom.

According to arrangement, he took the nine o’clock
watch, and at midnight Dick came to relieve him.

“Watch carefully, Dick, please ; very carefully.” |

“ Anything new, then?”

“No; I believe I have heard some strange noises
120 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

below us, and I do not know quite where the wind has
carried us. A little extra prudence, then, cannot do any
harm.”

“ You have heard cries of wild beasts ?”

“No, it appeared to me something quite different.
However, at the least alarm do not fail to wake us.”

“ All right,” replied Dick.

After listening attentively once more, and_ hearing
nothing, the doctor retired and slept soundly.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, but not a
breath of wind was stirring. The “ Victoria,” held by a
single grapnel, felt no movement.

Kennedy leant upon the car so as to watch the action
of the blow-pipe, and began to think of this Erebus-like
gloom. He scanned the horizon, and as it happens to
restless or preoccupied persons, he fancied he could perceive
at times a faint glimmering of light. At one moment he
actually believed he saw it 200 paces distant, but it was
only a flash, after which he could perceive nothing.

It was doubtless one of those luminous sensations which
the eye produces in the midst of profound darkness.

Kennedy was satisfied, and resumed his contemplative
mood, when a sharp whistle broke the silence.

Was it the cry of an animal or of a bird of night? Or
did it emanate from human lips?

Kennedy, recognising all the gravity of the situation,
was about to rouse his companions, but he considered that
in any case, whether man or beast, it was out of range.
He looked to his arms, however, and, with the night-glass,
resumed his scrutiny into the darkness.

He soon fancied that he could distinguish below him
shadowy forms which glided towards the tree. By a ray of
moonlight, which glinted like a lightning-flash between two
clouds, he perceived distinctly a group of people moving
about in the gloom.

The adventure with the apes came to his mind ; he laid
his hand on the doctor’s shoulder.

Ferguson woke immediately.

“Silence !” whispered Kennedy,

“Ts anything the matter?”
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“Ves, wake Joe.”

So soon as Joe was awake, the Scot related what he had
seen.

“ Those cursed apes again,” said Joe.

“ Possibly ! but we must take our precautions. Joe and
I will descend into the tree by the ladder,” said Kennedy.

“ And in the meantime,” said the doctor,. “I will take
steps to ensure a rapid retreat upwards.”

* Agreed |”

“Let us get down,” said Joe.

“ Do not resort to firearms except in the last necessity,”
said the doctor. “It is no use to reveal our whereabouts in
these parts.”

Dick and Joe signed assent and glided noiselessly into
the tree. They took their position upon the fork of two
large branches which the grapnel had caught.

For some minutes they listened mute and motionless in
the tree. Ata certain crackling of the bark Joe seized the
Scot’s hand.

“ Don’t you hear something ?”

“Ves ; lt is approaching.”

“TIfit be a serpent? The hissing you heard-—”

“No, it is something human.”

“T prefer savages to serpents,” said Joe. “ Those reptiles
are most repugnant to me.”

“ The noise is increasing,” said Kennedy some moments
afterwards.

“Ves, they are ascending—creeping up.”

“ Do you watch this side; I will look out on the other.”

“ All right, sir.”

They found themselves isolated upon the main branch,
growing right in the middle of the forest, which is termed a
“baobab.” The obscurity, increased by the thickness of
the foliage, was profound ; nevertheless Joe, stooping to
Kennedy’s ear, and pointing to the lower portion of the
tree, said:

“ Niggers |”

Some words in a low voice then reached even to the
ears of the travellers.

Joe shouldered his rifle.
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“ Wait a bit,” said Kennedy.

The savages had actually scaled the ‘‘ baobab.” They
rushed along it on every side, creeping along the branches
like snakes—approaching slowly but surely ; but they be-
trayed their presence by the smell of the horrible grease
with which their bodies were smeared.

Soon two heads presented themselves to our travellers’
gaze on a level with the very branch which they occupied.

“ Attention!” cried Dick. “ Fire !”

The double discharge echoed like thunder, and arose
amid cries of distress. In a moment all the crowd had
disappeared.

But in the midst of the shoutings a most extraordinary
cry arose. It was incredible—impossible ! A human voice,
and speaking French !

“Help, help !” it cried.

Kennedy and Joe were stupefied. They regained the
car with all speed.

“You heard it?” asked the doctor.

“ Most decidedly a supernatural cry—‘ Help ! help !’”

“?Tis a Frenchman in the hands of the savages !” said
the doctor.

“ A traveller !”

“A missionary, very likely !”

“The unhappy man!” cried Kennedy. ‘“ They are about
to kill him—to make him suffer martyrdom!” The doctor
endeavoured in vain to hide his emotion.

“There can be no doubt,” said he, “some unhappy
Frenchman has fallen into the hands of these savages. But
we will not leave this spot till we have made every effort to
rescue him. The sound of our guns he looked upon as
inspired succour—a providential intervention. We will
not render this last hope false. Is this your opinion Pp?

“It is, Samuel, and we are ready to obey you.’

“Let us then arrange our plans, and so soon as daylight
comes we will endeavour to release him.”

“ But how shall we drive away those horrible negroes ?”
asked Kennedy.

“Tt seems to me,” said the doctor, “ that after the way
in which they dispersed, they were not acquainted with
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firearms. We must then profit by their fright; but it will
be necessary to wait for daylight, and we will form our plan
of rescue according to the circumstances.”

“ This unhappy man cannot be very far distant,” said
Joe. ‘ For——

“Help, help !” cried the voice, but this time in weaker
accents, z

“The barbarians!” cried Joe, angrily. ‘‘ Suppose they
kill him to-night ?”

“Ves, Samuel!” said Kennedy. “If they murder him
to-night ?”

-“ That is not likely, my friends. These savage tribes kill
their prisoners in open day : the sun is necessary for them.”

“Suppose I were to take advantage of the darkness,”
said the Scot, “to approach this poor victim P”

“T will go with you, Mr. Dick.”

“Stop, stop, my friends. This suggestion does equal
honour to your courage and your feelings; but you will
put everything i in 1 jeopardy, and will only endanger the man
we want to save.”

“How soP” asked Kennedy. ‘The savages are
frightened and dispersed. They will not return.”

“ Dick, obey me, I beg of you. LIaskit for the com-
mon safety. If by any chance you were discovered, every-
thing would be lost.”

“But this poor wretch who is waiting and hoping all
this time. No one answers him, no one comes to his
assistance. He will think his senses have deceived him ;
that he has heard nothing.”

“ He can be reassured,” said the doctor.

And standing up in the darkness and putting his hands
to his mouth, the doctor called out to the stranger, in
French :

“Whoever you are, be confident. Three friends watch
over you.”

A terrible uproar was the reply, which doubtless
drowned the prisoner’s answer.

“ They are about to murder him,” cried Kennedy. “Our
interference has only served to hasten the hour of his death.
We must act,”
124 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ But how, Dick? What can you do in this darkness ?”

“Oh! if it were only day!” cried Joe. -

“ Well, if it were day?” said the doctor, in a peculiar
tone.

“Nothing easier then,” said Kennedy. . “I would
descend and disperse this rabble with a few shots.”

“ And you, Joe?” asked the doctor.

“T, sir, would act more prudently, in making known to
the prisoner that he should escape in the proper direction.”

“ And how would you convey this advice ?”

“ By means of this arrow, which I caught flying, and to
which I would fasten a note ; or by simply calling to him
in a loud voice. The negroes would not understand his
language.”

“Your plans are impracticable, my friends ; the greatest
difficulty would be for this unfortunate man to save himself,
even admitting that he could escape the vigilance of his
executioners. As for you, my dear Dick, with much courage
and by profiting by the fright excited by our firearms, your
plan might perhaps succeed ; but if it failed you would be
lost, and we should have two persons to save instead of one.
No, we must have all the chances on our side, and act
otherwise.”

“ Very well, but act at once,” replied Kennedy.

“ Perhaps,” replied Samuel, dwelling on the word.

“ Are you not capable of dispelling this darkness, sir ?”
asked Joe.

“Who knows, Joe ?”

“ Ah, if you could do a thing like that, I should say you
are the cleverest man in the world.”

The doctor remained silent for some minutes in deep
thought. His companions contemplated him with some
emotion. They were over-excited by this extraordinary
incident. Ferguson soon spoke.

“This is my plan,” he said. ‘We have still 200 lbs,
of ballast, as the bags in which we brought it have remained
untouched. I take for granted that this prisoner, a man
evidently worn-out by hardships, weighs as much as one of
us. There will remain, therefore, 60 lbs. to throw away in
order that we may rise rapidly.”
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“ How do you intend to act, then?” asked Kennedy.

“This way, Dick. You admit, no doubt, that if I
succeed with the prisoner and throw away a quantity of
ballast equal to his weight, nothing will be changed so far as
the equilibrium of the balloon is concerned ; but then if I
want to secure a rapid ascent to escape this tribe of negroes,
I must use stronger measures than the blow-pipe ; now in
throwing over this weight of ballast at the right moment I
am sure to rise with great rapidity.”

“ That is evident.”

“Yes; but there is great inconvenience in it. For
instance, to descend slowly, I must lose a quantity of gas
proportionate to the excess of ballast I shall have thrown
away. Now this gas is a very precious commodity, but
we must not regret the loss where the safety of a fellow-
creature is concerned.”

“ You are right, Samuel, we must sacrifice everything to
save him.”

“Well, let us be up and doing. Dispose these bags so
that they may be thrown down at once.”

“ But the darkness——”

“Will hide our preparations, and will not be gone until
they are completed. Take care to have all the arms
within reach. It may be necessary to give them a volley ;
we have one shot in the carbine, four in the two guns,
twelve in the two revolvers—seventeen in all—which can be
fired in a quarter of a minute. But we may not be obliged
to resort to this. Are you ready ?”

“ We are,” replied Joe.

The bags were arranged, and the arms laid ready for
action.

“Good,” said the doctor. ‘Keep a good look-out.
Joe shall have the duty of throwing the ballast over, and
Dick shall take up the prisoner, but nothing may be done
without my orders. Joe, go and loose the grapnel and
come back as quickly as possible.”

Joe let himself slide down by the rope, and reappeared
in a few minutes. The “ Victoria” thus freed, floated in
air, scarcely moving at all. ‘

Meantime the doctor assured himself that there was a


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CHAPTER XIV.

Forest of Gum-trees-—-The Blue Antelope—The Signal for Retunn—An
Unexpected Assault—The Kanyenye—A Night in the Open Air—
The Mabunguru, Iihoue-la-Mkoa—Supply of Water—Arrival at
Kazeh.

THE country, arid and parched, of a clayey soil that
cracked with the heat, appeared deserted. Here and there.
some traces of caravans might be perceived, and the
blanched bones of men and animals, half gnawed, lay
mingling in the same dust.

After half an hour’s walking, Dick and Joe plunged into
a gum-tree forest, with eyes on the alert, and their fingers
upon the triggers of their rifles. They did not know with
what they might meet. Without being a first-rate shot, Joe
could manage firearms very well.

“Tt does one good to walk, Mister Dick, though this
country is not the most level,” said Joe, kicking aside some
of the fragments of rock with which the ground was strewn.

Kennedy signed to his companion to hold his tongue,
and to stop. They were obliged to dispense with dogs, and
such was the agility of Joe, that he did not require the nose
of a pointer or of a harrier.

In the bed of a torrent, where some small pools still lin-
gered, a herd of twelve antelopes were quenching their
thirst. These graceful animals, scenting danger, appeared
restless ; between each draught they would raise their pretty
heads quickly, and sniff the air with their mobile nostrils.

Kennedy passed around some massive trees, while Joe
remained motionless. The Scot levelled and fired. The
herd disappeared in the twinkling of an eye, all except a
fine buck, which, hit in the shoulder, fell dead. Kennedy
rushed forward to secure the booty.

It was a ‘blawe-bock,” a splendid animal of a pale blue
tint, tending to grey ; the belly and inside of the legs was of
a snowy whiteness. ;

“A capital shot,” cried the sportsman. ‘ This is a very
rare species of antelope, and I hope I shall be able to
prepare his skin.”

“You really think of doing so, Mr. Dick?”
72 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ Certainly ; what a splendid coat the fellow has got.”

“ But what will Doctor Ferguson say to such an addi-
tional weight ?”

“Right, Joe. But it is a pity to leave such a splendid
animal as that.”

“ Altogether, no, sir; we will cut off the best bits, and, if
you will allow me, I will do it as well as the Lord Mayor’s
butcher himself.”

“ Very well, my friend, but nevertheless you must know
that it is no more difficult for me to cut up the game than
to kill it.”

“JT am quite sure of that, Mr. Dick; so, if it will not
trouble you, make a fireplace out of three stones ; there is a
quantity of dead wood, and I only ask a few minutes before
I shall be ready to make use of your hot embers.”

“ That will not be long,” said Kennedy, who proceeded
to the construction of his fireplace, which was ready, blazing,
a minute or two later.

Joe meantime had cut from the antelope a dozen ex-
cellent cutlets and the tenderest portions of the fillet, which
were soon transformed into a most savoury grill.

“Won't this please friend Samuel,” said Dick.

“ Do you know what I am thinking of, Mr. Richard?”

“ Of what you are about; the steaks, no doubt.”

“ Not at all. I am thinking what a figure we should cut
if we could not find the balloon.”

“Goodness! Do you imagine that the doctor would
abandon us P”

“Ohno! But suppose the grapnel got loose?”

“Impossible. Besides, Samuel would not be at any
difficulty to come down again. He can manage it very
well.”

“ But, suppose the wind caught it; he would not be
able to bring it back to us in that case.”

“Oh! bother, Joe, a truce to your suspicions ; you are
a regular ‘ Job’s comforter.’ ”

“ Ah! sir, everything is possible in this world; so, as
anything might happen, it is well to be prepared for every-
thin

At that moment the report of a gun was heard,


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“ Listen !” cried Joe.

“My carbine ! I know the sound,” cried Kennedy.

“A signal!”

“ Danger for us !”

“ Or for him, perhaps.”

“Let us go at once.”

The sportsmen rapidly packed up the products of their
shooting and retraced their steps by means of the “blaze”
made by Kennedy upon the trees. The thickness of the
foliage prevented them from seeing the “Victoria,” from
which they could not be very far distant,

A second report was now heard.

“The matter is serious,” said Joe.

“Yes, there’s another!”

“Tt seems as if he were defending himself. ”

“Let us make haste,” said Kennedy, and running as
quickly as possible, they arrived at the skirts of the wood,
and all at once beheld the “ Victoria” in its place and the
doctor in the car.

“ Good gracious !” exclaimed Joe.

“What do you see?” asked the Scot.

“ A whole tribe of black men down there besieging the
balloon.”

In fact, about two miles away a number of individuals
were pressing, shouting, and jumping at the base of the
sycamore. Some of them having climbed into the tree were
advancing to the highest branches. The danger appeared
imminent.

“ My master is lost!” cried Joe.

“ Let us get on, Joe; coolness and a sharp eye. We hold
the lives of four men in our hands. Go ahead.”

They had covered a mile with great speed when another
shot from the car sent a great fellow, who had been climbing
up the rope of the grapnel, tumbling from branch to branch
a corpse; he remained suspended twenty feet from the
ground, his arms and legs swinging in the air.

“Now, I wonder how the devil he manages that,” said
Joe.

“ Never mind,” cried Kennedy, “let us get on.”

“Ha! Mr. Kennedy,” cried Joe, with a peal of laughter,
74 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“it is by his tail—by his tail. He is an ape; they are only
apes, all of them !” .

“That is better than being men just now,” replied
Kennedy, as he charged into the midst of the howling
band.

It was a troop of apes, and very formidable ones.
Ferocious and brutal, they were horrible to behold. How-
ever, some further shots easily persuaded them, and this
grimacing horde departed, leaving many dead upon the
ground.

In a moment Kennedy ascended the ladder, Joe pulled
himself into the sycamore, and detached the grapnel ; the
ladder was close to him, and he entered the balloon without
difficulty. Some minutes afterwards the “ Victoria” rose in
the air and departed towards the west, impelled by a light
breeze.

“There was an attack,” said Joe. “ We began to think
you were besieged by the natives.”

“ They were only apes, fortunately,” replied the doctor.

“At a distance the difference is not striking, my dear
Samuel.”

“ Not even when you are close,” said Joe.

“ However that may be,” replied Ferguson, “the apes’
attack might have had serious consequences. If the grapnel
had given way under their repeated assaults who knows
whither the wind might have carried me.”

“ What did I tell you, Mr. Kennedy ?” said Joe.

“Quite right, Joe; but, correct as you are, nevertheless,
will you prepare some of those steaks of which the sight
alone has given me an appetite.”

“ That I can readily believe,” said the doctor ; “the flesh
of the antelope is delicious.”

“You can now judge for yourself, sir ; dinner is ready.”

“ Faith,” said Kennedy, “these slices of venison have a
strange sort of flavour not to be despised.”

“ Right ! I could live upon antelope for ever,” cried Joe,
with his mouth full, “ particularly if I had a glass of grog to
wash it down.”

Joe prepared the peverege in question, which was
relished in silence,
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“So far so good,” said Joe.

“Very good,” added Kennedy.

“T say, Mr. Richard, do you now regret having accom-
panied us?”

“T should very much like to see the man who could
have prevented my coming,” said Dick, with a resolute look.

It was then four o’clock in the afternoon. The “ Vic-
toria” encountered a more rapid current, the earth was left
insensibly, and soon the barometrical column marked an
elevation of 1,500 feet above the level of the sea. The
doctor was then obliged to keep up his balloon by a strong
expansion of hydrogen gas and the blow-pipe worked in-
cessantly. Towards seven o’clock the ‘ Victoria” crossed
the basin of the Kanyemé, the doctor took observations
also of this vast clearing of ten miles in width, with its
villages hidden among baobabs and gourds. There one of
the sultans of Ugogo has his residence, and civilisation is
perhaps less backward. They very seldom sell members
of their families there, but beasts and men all live together
in the round, unfitted huts, which look like haystacks.

After passing Kanyemé the ground became arid and
stony, but after an hour in a fertile valley, vegetation reap-
peared in all its luxuriance at a little distance from Mdaburu.
The wind went down with the sun and the air even seemed
to go to sleep. The doctor searched in vain for a current
at different altitudes, and seeing how still everything was he
resolved to pass the night in the air, and for greater safety
he went up to 1,000 feet high. The “ Victoria” remained
motionless. The night was starlit, and passed without
incident.

Dick and Joe stretched themselves upon their quiet
couch and slept soundly during the doctor’s watch. At
midnight the doctor was replaced by Kennedy.

“Mind you wake me up if the slightest thing occurs,”
said the doctor; ‘and, above all things, keep your eyes
upon the barometer. That is our compass.”

The night was cold. There were twenty-seven degrees
difference between its temperature and that of the day.
With darkness rose the nocturnal concert of the animals
which hunger and thirst drove from their lairs: the frogs
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sang their soprano, increased by the yelpings of the jackals,
while the dasso profundo of the lions sustained the music of
this living orchestra.

When he got up in the morning Doctor Ferguson con-
sulted his compass, and perceived that the wind had
changed during the night. The “ Victoria” had drifted
about thirty miles to the north-east in about two hours. It
had passed over Mabunguru, a very stony region, strewn
with blocks of syenite of a beautiful polish, and dotted
with rocks upon the shelving ridges ; conical masses, like
the pillars of Karnak, stuck up from the ground as high as
Druidical “ dolmens.” Numerous skeletons of buffaloes
and elephants lay blanching here and there. There were
few trees except in the east, where some villages lay con-
cealed in the midst of deep woods.

About seven o’clock a round rock, nearly two miles in
extent, appeared, wearing the appearance of the back of an
enormous tortoise.

‘We are having a pleasant trip,” said Doctor Ferguson.
“There is Jihoue-la-Mkoa, where we shall stay for a little
time. I must replenish the water-tanks ; let us catch hold
of something.”

“ There are very few trees,” said Kennedy.

“Let us try, nevertheless. Joe, throw out the grap-
nels.”

The balloon, by degrees, lost its ascending power, and
approached the ground, the fluke of one of the grapnels
caught in a fissure of a rock, and the “ Victoria” halted.

You must not imagine that Doctor Ferguson was able to
completely stop the action of the blow-pipe during these
halts. The equilibrium of the balloon. had been reckoned
at the level of the sea ; now the country was continually on
the ascent, and they were elevated 600 or 700 feet above
the sea level, so the balloon had the tendency to descend
lower even than the surface of the ground. It was, there-
fore, necessary to sustain it by a certain expansion of gas.
Only in the event of the absence of all wind, if the doctor
had left the car to sleep on the ground, the balloon, then
divested of a considerable weight, would be maintained in
its position without the assistance of the blow-pipe.
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The maps showed vast pools of water upon the western
side of Jihoue-la-Mkoa. Joe went off with a barrel which
might contain a dozen gallons; he found the place indi-
cated without difficulty, not far from a small deserted village,
took a supply of water, and returned to the balloon in less
than three-quarters of an hour. He had seen nothing par-
ticular, except immense elephant traps ; he narrowly escaped
falling into one of them, in which a half-eaten carcase was
lying. He found and brought back a sort of medlar, which
the monkeys eat voraciously. The doctor recognised it as
the fruit of the “ mbenbu,” a very common tree on the west
part of Jihoue-la-Mkoa. Ferguson waited somewhat impa-
tiently for Joe, for even a short stay upon that inhospitable
land filled him with fear.

The water was hoisted in without difficulty, for the car
was brought close to the ground. Joe was able to take up
the grapnel and mount nimbly after his master, who at once
set the flame going, and the “ Victoria” resumed her aérial
voyage.

They were then 100 miles from Kizeh, an important

settlement in the interior, where, thanks to a south-easterly
current, the travellers had hopes of arriving during the day.
They progressed at about fourteen miles an hour, the manage-
ment of the balloon became rather difficult, they could not
rise very high without expanding too much gas, for the
country was already nearly 3,000 feet high. The doctor
preferred to restrain the expansion as much as possible,
so he very adroitly followed the windings of a somewhat
steep declivity, and passed very near to the villages of
Themba and Tura Wells. This latter is situated in Unyam-
wezy, a magnificent region, where the trees attain enormous
dimensions, and the cactus amongst others, which are
gigantic, .
_ About two o’clock, in splendid weather, beneath a scorch-
ing sun, which absorbed the least current of air, the “ Vic-
toria” hovered above the town of Kazeh, situated about
350 miles from the coast.

“We left Zanzibar at nine o’clock in the morning,” said
Doctor Ferguson, consulting his notes, and after two days’
travelling we have accomplished, including our deviations,
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sufficient quantity of gas in the “ mixing-chest” to support
the blow-pipe, if necessary, without making it obligatory to
resort to the Buntzen “pile.” He raised the two perfectly
isolating conducting rods which were used to decompose
the water, then searching in his travelling-bag he drew out
two pieces of charcoal cut to a point, which he fastened to
the end of each wire.

His two friends watched him without understanding his
object, but they said nothing until the doctor had finished.
He then stood upright in the centre of the car and took one
of the pieces of charcoal in each hand and touched one
against the other. Suddenly an intense and dazzling light
was produced of an insupportable brightness between the
two parts of the charcoal. An immense band of electric
light literally burnt through the obscurity of the night.

“Oh!” said Joe. “ Sir——”

“Hold your tongue,” said the doctor.

CHAPTER XXII.

The Flame of Light—The Missionary—The Rescue—The Priest—
Little Hope—The Doctor’s Care—A Life of Self-Denial—Passing
a Volcano.

FERGuson directed his electric light towards various points,
and stopped at the spot whence the cries of terror were
heard. His two companions regarded it fixedly.

The “baobab,” above which the “ Victoria” was hover-
ing, was growing in the centre of an open space. Between
the oil-plant fields and the sugar-canes they distinguished
fifty huts of low and conical appearance, around which a
numerous tribe had congregated.

A hundred feet below the balloon a stake had been
prepared. At the foot of this stake lay a human being, a
young man about thirty years old, with long black hair ; he
was half naked, emaciated, stained with blood, and covered
with wounds. His head was bent forward on his chest.

Some hairs more closely shaven on the top of the head
indicated the place where the tonsure had been half effaced.

“A missionary ! a priest !” cried Joe.
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“ Poor fellow!” said the Scot.

“We will save him, Dick,” said the doctor; “ we will
save him !”

The crowd of negroes perceiving the balloon, which ap-
peared like an enormous comet with a dazzling tail, were
seized with a panic, as may readily be imagined. At their
cries, the prisoner raised his head. His eyes sparkled with
a rapid feeling of hope, and, without understanding all that
was going on, he extended his hands towards his would-be
helpers.

“ He lives, he lives!” cried Ferguson. “Heaven be
praised! ‘These savages are ina most excellent fright.. We
shall save him. Are you ready, friends?”

“We are quite ready, Samuel.”

“ Joe, slacken the blow-pipe.”

The doctor’s orders were obeyed. A scarcely perceptible
breeze carried the “ Victoria” gently over the prisoner, at
the same time that it was gradually lowered by the contrac-
tion of the gas. For about ten minutes it remained floating
in the midst of the waves of electric light. Ferguson darted
amongst the crowd his sparkling clusters of light, which
shot here and there in rapid and brilliant gleams. The
tribe, under the influence of indescribable terror, disappeared
gradually into their huts, and the neighbourhood of the
stake was deserted. The doctor had been right to count
upon the fantastic appearance of the “ Victoria,” which
darted rays as from the sun into the darkness.

The car approached the ground. But some negroes,
bolder than the rest, began to comprehend that their victim
would escape, and returned, yelling loudly. Kennedy seized
his rifle, but the doctor ordered him not to fire.

The priest was kneeling down, not having sufficient
strength to stand upright ; he was not even tied to the stake,
as his weakness rendered bonds useless. At the moment
that the car touched the ground, the Scot leaned over, and,
seizing the priest round the waist, placed him in the car.
At the same moment, Joe threw overboard the 200 lbs. of
ballast, The doctor expected to ascend with extreme rapidity:
but, contrary to his hopes, the balloon, after rising about
three or four feet from the ground, remained stationary,
128 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“What is delaying us?” he exclaimed, in terrified
accents. :

_ Some savages now came running up and uttering fierce
cries.

“Oh!” cried Joe, leaning over, “one of those cursed
niggers is holding on to the balloon.”

“Dick, Dick !” cried the doctor, ‘ the water-tank !”

Dick understood, and raising one of the chests of water,
which weighed more than 100 Ibs., he threw it overboard.

The “ Victoria,” suddenly lightened, made a bound of
300 feet into the air, amidst the yells of the tribe, from
whom the prisoner had escaped in a flash of dazzling light.

“Hurrah !” cried the doctor’s companions.

Suddenly the balloon gave another bound, which carried
it up to an elevation of 1,000 feet.

“What is it?” asked Kennedy, who had nearly lost his
equilibrium.

“Nothing! It is only that blackguard who has let go,”
replied the doctor, calmly.

And Joe, looking quickly over, could still perceive the
savage with extended hands tumbling over and over in the
air, and he soon fell crushed upon the ground. The doctor
then separated the two electric wires, and the obscurity
became profound. It was one o’clock in the morning.

The Frenchman, who had fainted, at length opened his
eyes.

“You are saved !” said the doctor.

“Saved!” he answered in English, with a sad smile,
“saved from a cruel death. My brothers, I thank you;
but my days are numbered, even my hours are fast running
out, and I have not long to live——”

And the missionary, utterly exhausted, relapsed into
insensibility.

“He is dead!” exclaimed Dick.

“No, no,” replied Ferguson, as he bent over him, “ but
he is very weak ; let us lay him down in the tent.”

They laid down gently upon the coverings the poor
emaciated body, covered with scars and still-bleeding
wounds, and on which the iron and the fire had left a
hundred saddening traces. The doctor made some lint
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from a handkerchief, which he placed upon the wounds,
after having washed them carefully. He did all this with
the practised hand of a doctor, then taking a cordial from
the medicine-chest he poured a few drops down his patient’s
throat.

The priest feebly touched his quivering lips, and had
scarcely strength to murmur “ Thank you !” -

The doctor perceived that it was necessary to leave him
in perfect repose, so he drew the curtains of the tent and
resumed his guidance of the balloon,

The balloon, taking into account the weight of its new
guest, had been divested of nearly 180 lbs. weight. It
therefore kept itself up without the assistance of the blow-
pipe. At daybreak a current drove it gently towards the
west-nor’-west. Ferguson had been contemplating the un-
conscious priest for some time, when Dick inquired :

“Can we preserve the life of this companion whom
Heaven has sent? Have you any hope?”

“Yes, Dick, with care and pure air,”

“ How the man has suffered!” said Joe, with feeling.

“He has done a much bolder thing than we have, in
coming alone amongst these tribes.”

“No doubt about that,” replied the doctor.

During all that day the doctor would not permit the
sleep of his patient to be disturbed. It was a long rest,
interrupted occasionally by painful murmurings, which did
nqt reassure Ferguson.

Towards evening the “ Victoria” rested motionless in
the gloom, and during that night, while Joe and Kennedy
laid down by the side of the invalid, Ferguson kept watch
for all.

The following morning they perceived that the “Victoria”
had drifted very slightly towards the west. The day pro-
mised to be fair and beautiful. The invalid was able to
address his friends in a stronger voice, they pulled back
the curtains of the tent, and he breathed with delight the
crisp morning air.

“Flow do you feel?” asked Ferguson.

“ Rather better,” replied he. “ But, my friends, I have
scarcely seen you but as it were ina dream, I can hardly

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understand what has happened. Tell me who you are, so
that your names may be remembered in my last prayer.”

“We are English travellers,’ said Samuel, “and are
attempting to cross Africa in a balloon, and during our
passage we have had the happiness to render you assist-
ance.”

“ Science has its heroes,” said the missionary.

“ And religion has its martyrs,” replied the Scotchman.

“ You are a missionary, then?” said the doctor.

“Tam a priest of the Mission of the Lazarists. Heaven
sent you to me, and Heaven be praised for it. The sacri-
fice of my life was offered. But you come from Europe!
Speak to me of Europe, and of France! Ihave had no
news for five years |”

“Five years alone, amongst those savages!” exclaimed
Kennedy.

“There were souls to be saved,” said the young priest.
“‘Tgnorant brothers, barbarians, whom religion alone is able
to instruct and to civilise.”

Samuel Ferguson, yielding to the desire of the mis-
sionary, talked to him for a long time of France. The
priest listened eagerly, and tears gathered in his eyes. The
poor young man took by turns the hands of Kennedy and
Joe in his feverish grasp, the doctor prepared some cups of
tea, of which he gladly partook. He had then sufficient
strength to sit up a little, and smiled at seeing himself
carried through such a pure atmosphere.

“You are certainly wonderful travellers,” he said, “ and
you will succeed in your bold enterprise. You will see
your parents, your friends, your country once again,
you——

The weakness of the young priest here became so great,
that he was obliged to lie down again. During the pros-
tration of some hours which followed, he was like one dead
under Ferguson’s hands. He could not contain his emotion,
he felt his patient’s life was speeding. Were they then to
lose so quickly he whom they had snatched from mar-
tyrdom? He dressed the patient’s wounds once more, and
sacrificed the greater part of the supply of water, in order to
refresh the sick man’s burning limbs. He bestowed the
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most tender and discriminating care upon his patient, who
recovered little by little, and returned to consciousness, if
not to life.

The doctor learnt his history in disconnected sentences.

“Speak your native tongue,” he said, “I understand it,
and you will be less fatigued.”

The missionary was a poor young man from the village
of Aradon, in Bretagne, in the plain of Morbihan ; his first
instincts led him towards an ecclesiastical career. To that
life of self-denial he wished to unite a life of danger, and
entered into the order of mission priests, of which St. Vin-
cent de Paul was the glorious founder. At twenty years of
age he quitted his native land for the inhospitable plains of
Africa. Then, by degrees, overcoming obstacles, enduring
privations, praying and marching, he advanced into the
midst of the tribes which dwell by the affluents of the upper
Nile. During two years his religion was scoffed at, his
zeal despised, his kindness of heart misunderstood ; he re-
mained the prisoner of one of the most cruel people of the
Nyambarra, the object of a thousand ill-treatments. But he
continued to pray, and to instruct, both by example and
precept. The tribe was dispersed, and left him for dead,
after one of those combats which so frequently take place
between neighbouring tribes ; instead of retracing his steps,
he continued his evangelical pilgrimage. ‘The most peaceful
time he enjoyed was that when he was taken for an idiot;
and having become familiarised with the dialects of the
country, he continued his good work. Finally, after two
more long years, he penetrated these barbarous regions,
impelled by that superhuman force which comes from God
alone. For one year he had dwelt with this tribe of Nyam-
Nyam, called Barafia, and one of the most savage. The
chief having died some days before, they attributed his
sudden death to the missionary, and resolved to kill him;
his punishment had already lasted forty hours, and, as the
doctor had supposed, he was to have died at noon.

When he heard the report of firearms, Nature asserted
herself, and he cried aloud for help; .he almost believed
he was dreaming when a voice came from heaven bearing
him words of consolation.

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132 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“T do not regret the existence which I am about to
quit,” added he; “ my life is with God.”

“Do not abandon all hope,” replied the doctor ; “we
are with you—we will save you from death as we have
saved you from suffering.”

“T do not ask so much from Heaven,” replied the
resigned priest; “blessed be God for having permitted
me the happiness of clasping friendly hands and hearing
my native tongue once more before I die.”

The missionary sank back again. The day passed
thus alternating between hope and fear. Kennedy was
visibly affected, and Joe wiped his eyes unobserved.

The “ Victoria” made but little way, and the wind ap-
peared to be desirous of taking care of its precious freight.

Joe gave notice in the evening that he could perceive
a strong light in the west. In higher latitudes it might
have been thought to be an immense aurora borealis—
the sky seemed on fire. The doctor examined this phe-
nomenon attentively.

“Tt is nothing but an active volcano, after all,” he
said.

“ But the wind will carry us right over it,” said Joe.

“ Well, we will clear it at a safe distance.”

Three hours afterwards the “ Victoria” was amongst
ee ; the exact position was 24° 15’ long., and

° 42’ lat. In front a fiery crater poured molten lava
and belched forth large rocks to an immense height, while
streams of liquid fire ran down in cascades of dazzling
beauty. It was a grand and fearful sight, for the wind,
with a fixed direction, carried the balloon towards the
burning mountain.

This obstacle, which they could not avoid, they must
pass over. The blow-pipe was warmed to full pressure,
and the “Victoria” ascended to 6,000 feet, leaving a
distance of 300 fathoms between it and the volcano.

From his bed of pain the dying priest was able to
watch the crater from which a thousand sheaves of ane
were scintillating with a roar.

“How splendid it is!” he said, “and the power of
God is infinite, even in these terrible manifestations.”


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This outpouring of burning lava clothed the sides of the
mountain in a veritable carpet of fire. The lower part of
the balloon shone brightly in the darkness, a tremendous
heat reached even to the car, and Doctor Ferguson hastened
to escape from this perilous position.

Towards ten o’clock in the evening the mountain was
only a red spot on the horizon, and the “ Victoria” peace-
fully continued her journey in a less elevated zone.

CHAPTER XXIII.

Anger of Joe—A Good Man’s Death—Watching the Body—Sterility

of the Land—The Interment—The Blocks of Quartz—Joe’s De-

* lusions—Precious Ballast—Discovery of Gold Mountains—Joe’s
Despair.

Tue night was splendid. The priest continued to sleep in
a prostrate condition.

“He will never wake again,” said Joe. “ Poor young
man ! scarcely thirty years old.”

“ He will die in our arms,” said the doctor, in despair.

“His already feeble breathing has grown weaker still. I
can do nothing to save him.”
_ Those infamous rascals,” cried Joe, upon whom these
sudden fits of anger occasionally seized, “and to think that
this worthy priest has found words actually to plead for, to
excuse, and pardon them !”

“‘ Heaven has sent us a lovely night, Joe; it may be his
last night, perhaps. He will suffer but little longer, and he
will pass away in a peaceful sleep.”

The dying man pronounced some disjointed words ; the
doctor went to him. ‘The invalid’s breathing had become
laboured ; he asked for air. The curtains were drawn aside
and he respired with delight the pure air of the calm, clear
night. The stars sent down to him their trembling light,
while the moon wrapped him in the pure refulgence of her
beams.

“ My friends,” said he, in a feeble voice, “I am going!
May God reward you and bring you safely home, and pay
my debt of gratitude.”
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“Do not relinquish hope,” said Kennedy; “it is only a
temporary weakness. You will not die. How could anyone
die this lovely summer night ?”

“Death is here, I know it!” said the missionary. ‘Let
me look it in the face. Death, the commencement of joys
eternal, is only the end of earthly cares. Place me upon
my knees, my friends, I beg of you.”

Kennedy raised him up, and was shocked to see his
helpless limbs give way beneath him.

“My God! my God!” exclaimed the dying apostle.
“ Have mercy upon me !”

His face lighted up. Far away from that earth where
he had never known happiness; in the midst of that night
which wrapped him in its sweetest rays of light ; on the road
to that heaven towards which he raised himself in a
miraculous assumption, he appeared to be entering upon
another life.

His last gesture was to bless his friends of a day ; and
he fell back in the arms of Kennedy, whose face was bathed
in tears.

“Dead!” said the doctor, bending over him. “Alas !
dead!” And with one accord the three men fell upon
their knees.

“ To-morrow,” said Ferguson, at length, “ we will bury
him in this soil of Africa, which he has sprinkled with his
blood.

During the remainder of the night the body was
watched in turn by the doctor, Kennedy, and Joe, and not
a single word broke the holy silence of the time; they all
wept in silence. ,

Next day the wind sprang from the south, and the
“Victoria” passed slowly over a vast range of mountains.
Here were extinct craters, there barren ravines ; not a drop
of water lay in these arid crests; heaped-up masses of
rock, erratic blocks of stone, and white marl-pits, all de-
noted the profound sterility of the district.

Towards mid-day the doctor, in order to bury the body,
determined to descend to a ravine surrounded by volcanic
rocks of primitive formation; the surrounding mountains
acted as shelter, and permitted him to bring the car down
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upon the earth, for there was no tree which could be
utilised as a hold for the grapnels.

But, as he had explained to Kennedy, in consequence of
the loss of the ballast at the time of the rescue of the priest,
he could not now descend without letting a proportionate
quantity of the gas escape: he then opened the safety
valve of the exterior balloon. The hydrogen escaped, and
the “ Victoria” descended quietly towards the ravine.

So soon as the car touched the ground the doctor closed
the valve, Joe jumped out, but kept one hand upon the edge
of the car, and with the other he collected a number of
stones which soon equalled his own weight. He then set
to work with both hands, and soon placed in the car more
than 500 lbs. weight of stone, when the doctor and Kennedy
were able to descend in their turn. The “Victoria” was
thus balanced, and its ascensional force was not sufficient to
raise her.

Moreover, it was not necessary to use a great number of
these blocks of stone, for those thrown in by Joe were of a
very great weight; a fact which at once directed Ferguson’s
attention to them. The ground was strewn with quartz and
porphyritic rocks.

“ere is a curious discovery!” said the doctor to
himself.

Meantime Kennedy and Joe were seeking a suitable
spot for the grave. It was fearfully hot in the ravine, shut
in as it was like a kind of furnace. The mid-day sun poured
his rays directly upon it.

It was necessary first to get rid of the rocky fragments
which encumbered the ground ; then a grave was dug suffi-
ciently deep to preserve the body from the attacks of wild
beasts. Then the body of the priestly martyr was interred
with profound respect.

The earth was thrown upon the mortal remains, and
the great fragments of rock were disposed above like a
tombstone.

The doctor still remained motionless and lost in thought.
He paid no attention to the summons of his companions,
nor did he return with them to seek shelter from the noon-
tide heat.
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“ What are you thinking of, Samuel?” inquired Kennedy.

“Of the curious contrasts nature presents and the ex-
traordinary effect of chance. Do you know in what ground
this man of self-denial and simplicity has been buried ?”

“What do you mean, Samuel ?”

“This priest who had vowed himself to poverty now
rests in a gold mine!”

“ A gold mine !”. exclaimed Kennedy and Joe.

“Yes, a gold mine!” replied the doctor. ‘“ These
stones, which you trample upon, as upon stones of no value,
are of great mineral purity.”

“Impossible, impossible !” repeated Joe.

“ You will not have to search long amongst these fissures
of the schist without finding some large nuggets,” said the
doctor.

Joe threw himself at once upon the scattered fragments,
and Kennedy was not long in following his example.

“Steady, my brave Joe,” said his master.

“Oh ! sir, you speak about it very calmly.”

“What ? a philosopher of your stamp——”

“ Ah! sir, yours is the only philosophy !”

“Let us see; reflect a little. What good will all this
gold do; we cannot carry it away ?”

“We cannot carry it away! Why not, for instance ?”

“Tt is too heavy for our car. I was hesitating whether
I should tell you at all, for fear of exciting your regret.”

“What !” cried Joe, “abandon all this treasure—a for-
tune to us—our own—abandon that !”

“Take care, take care, my friend. Have you caught
the gold fever? Has not yonder dead body, which we came
here to bury, taught you the vanity of all earthly things ?”

“ That is all very true,” replied Joe ; “but there is the
gold after all. Mr. Kennedy, will you not aid me in col-
lecting a few of these millions?”

“What should we do with them, my poor Joe?” said
the Scot, who could not help smiling. ‘ We did not come
here to make | our fortune, and we ought not to bring it
back with us.’

“ These * illions are too heavy,” replied the doctor,
“and not easily carried in the pocket.”
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“But,” said Joe, driven to his last intrenchments, “why
cannot we carry this mineral as ballast, instead of sand?”

“Well, I have no objection to that,” said Ferguson ;
“but don’t you feel disappointed when we have to throw
some thousands of pounds overboard.”

“ Thousands of pounds!” repeated Joe. “Is it possible
that there is so much gold ?” ,

“Yes, my friend; this is a reservoir in which Nature
has amassed her treasure for centuries. There is sufficient
here to enrich whole countries—an Australia and a Cali-
fornia united at the bottom of a desert.”

“ And all that will remain useless ?”

“Perhaps so. In any case, listen to what I propose
for your consolation.”

“ That will be difficult to accomplish,” replied Joe, with
a grieved air.

“Listen. I will take the exact bearings of this place,
I will make you a present of it, and on your return to
England you can share with your friends—if you think so
much gold will make them happy.”

“Let us go, sir; I see you are right—I give up, since
I must. Let us fill the car with this precious mineral.
What remains at the termination of the journey will be so
much gained.”

So Joe set to work with a will. He soon collected
about 1,000 lbs. of quartz fragments, in which the gold was
embedded as if in a vein of great thickness.

The doctor watched him with a smile; during this
work he took the levels and found the bearings of the
tomb of the missionary were 22° 23’ long. and 4° 55’ N.
lat. Then, casting a last look at the spot where the poor
Frenchman lay, he approached the balloon. He had
wished to erect a modest yet substantial cross upon the
tomb thus abandoned in the midst of African wilds, but not
a tree was to be seen in the neighbourhood.

* God will know where to find it,” he muttered.

A very serious thought now began to occupy the
doctor’s mind. He would have given a good deal of
this gold to discover a little water. He wanted to
replace what had been thrown away during the elevation
138 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

of the negro; but this was impossible in these sterile
plains, and this fear tormented him. Obliged to keep the
blow-pipe continually at work, he began to be short of
water for drinking purposes, and so made up his mind not
to neglect any opportunity to replenish it.

On his return to the car he found it encumbered with
the stones thrown in by the avaricious Joe, but he got in
without making any remark. Kennedy took his usual place
and Joe brought up the rear—not without directing a
covetous glance at the treasures in the ravine.

The doctor lit the blow-pipe, the coil was warmed, the
current of hydrogen was formed in a few minutes, the gas
expanded, but the balloon did not stir.

Joe’s face wore an expression of uneasiness, but he said
nothing.

“Joe,” said the doctor.

Joe did not answer.

* Joe, do you hear me P”

Joe made a sign that he heard, but did not wish to
understand.

“‘ Will you be so good,” continued Ferguson, “ to throw
some of that mineral over ?”

“ But, sir, you allowed me——”

‘J allowed you to replace the ballast—no more.”

Still—_—”

“ Do you wish us to remain in this desert for ever ?”

Joe cast a beseeching glance at Kennedy, but the Scot
had all the appearance of a man who could not interfere.

“Well, Joe.”

“ Your blow-pipe isn’t working yet,” said the infatuated

oe.

“My blow-pipe is working, as you may see, but the bal-
loon will not rise until you have got rid of a little ballast.”

Joe scratched his ear and took up a fragment of quartz,
the smallest of all. He weighed it, re-veighed it, passed it
from hand to hand (it was about 3 or 4 lbs. weight), and
threw it over.

The “ Victoria” did not stir.

“ Hang it, it is not moving yet!” said Joe.

“ Not yet, » said the doctor. Go on !”
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Kennedy laughed, Joe threw away about 12 lbs.
The balloon remained immovable. Joe got pale.

“My poor fellow,” said Ferguson, “ Dick, you, and
myself weigh, I believe, about 400 lbs. ; you must then get
rid of a weight at least equal to ours, since it replaces us.”

“ Throw away 400 lbs. ?” cried Joe piteously.

“ And something over, so that we may ascend. Goon;
courage.”

The worthy lad, heaving deep sighs, commenced to
throw the ballast over. From time to time he stopped.

‘* We are ascending,” he would say each time.

“We are not,” the doctor would invariably reply.

“ Tt moves !” he said at last.

“Go on,” repeated Ferguson.

“Tt is ascending, I am sure !” said Joe.

“Go on still,” answered Ferguson.

Then Joe, taking up the last block, desperately threw it
away from the car.

The “ Victoria” rose about 100 feet, and the blow-pipe
being at work, it soon passed the neighbouring summits.

“ Now, Joe,” said the doctor, “there still remains a large
fortune if we can retain it until the end of our journey, and
you will be a rich man to the end of your days.”

Joe made no reply, and lay down gently upon his bed of
minerals.

“Just look, my dear Dick, at the influence this metal
has exercised upon the best lad in the world. What
passions, what desires, what crimes might not be born of
the knowledge of such a mine! It is melancholy.”

In the evening the “ Victoria” had made ninety miles
towards the west ; it was then a direct line of 1,400 miles to
Zanzibar.

CHAPTER XXIV.

No Wind—The Desert—Diminution of the Water Supply—Equa-
torial Night—Uneasiness of Ferguson—The Situation—Deter-
mined Conduct of Joe and Kennedy—Another Night.

Tue “ Victoria” was fastened to an almost withered and
solitary tree, and the night passed tranquilly. The travellers
140 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

were thus enabled to enjoy a little of that sleep of which
they stood in so great need. The incidents of the past
few days had left some sad memories.

Towards morning the sky appeared in all its warmth
and light. The balloon rose, and after many failures it
encountered a current less rapid than before, which carried
it towards the north-west.

“We do not make much progress,” said the doctor.
“Tf I do not mistake, we have accomplished the half of our
journey in ten days, but at the rate we are now going it will
take months to finish, That is so much the more to be
regretted, as we are threatened with a scarcity of water.”

“But we shall find some,” replied Dick; “it is im-
possible that we should not fall in with some river, stream,
or pond in this enormous stretch of country.”

“T hope so, I’m sure.”

“ Don’t you think it is Joe’s baggage that keeps us back?”

Kennedy said this to tease the lad, and did so the more
willingly that he had himself for a moment experienced the
hallucinations of Joe ; but not having let it appear, he as-
sumed a stern countenance, laughing in his sleeve all the time.

Joe gave him a piteous look. But the doctor did not
reply. He was thinking, not without secret terror, of the
vast solitudes of the Sahara. There weeks pass without the
caravans meeting with a well where they can slake their
thirst. So the travellers watched most anxiously for the
least depressions of the ground.

These precautions and the late incidents had had a
sensible effect upon the spirits of all.

They spoke less, and retired more into themselves.

The worthy Joe had not been the same man since his
thoughts had plunged into the ocean of gold. He was
silent, and thinking deeply about those stones heaped up in
the car—to-day worthless, to-morrow priceless.

The appearance of this part of the country was really
alarming. ‘The desert was opening up by degrees. Here
were no villages, not even a collection of huts.

Vegetation was gradually disappearing. A few stunted
bushes as on Scotch moors, a whitish sand, flint stones,
some mastic trees, and brushwood, that was all.
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In the midst of this sterility the primary formations of
the world could be distinguished in the faces of the high
and sharp-edged rocks.

These tokens of barrenness supplied Doctor Ferguson
with much food for thought. It did not appear to him that
a single caravan had ever traversed this desert region ; it
would have left behind it visible traces of its encampment in
the bleaching skeletons of man or beast.

But there was nothing, and they could but be aware that
a boundless extent of sand was taking possession of the
whole region.

However, as it was impossible to return, they must go
forward. The doctor desired no better. He had been
wishing for a storm to carry him beyond the limits of this
region. But there was not a cloud in the sky. At the end
of that day the “Victoria” had not accomplished thirty
miles.

If only water were not required! But in all, they had
but three gallons remaining. Ferguson put aside one
gallon to assuage the burning thirst which the heat at
ninety degrees rendered intolerable. Then two gallons re-
mained for the blow-pipe; they could only produce 490
cubic feet of gas, and the blow-pipe produced about nine
cubic feet an hour ; so they could only proceed therefore for
fifty-four hours longer. This was a mathematical certainty.

“ Fifty-four hours,” said the doctor to his companions.
“ Now, as I have decided not to travel during the night, so
as not to run the risk of passing a stream, a spring, or lake,
we have just three days and a half more to travel, and
during that period, we must obtain water at any price.
I thought I ought to make you acquainted with the serious
circumstances of the case, my friends, for I have put aside
only one gallon for drinking purposes, and we must submit
to a small allowance of it.”

“ By all means ‘ allowance’ us,” replied the Scot, “ but we
need not despair ; you say we have three days before us still?”

“Ves, Dick.”

“Well, complaining will do no good; in three days it will
be time enough to take that line ; till then, let us keep a good
look-out.”
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At the evening meal, the water was strictly measured,
the quantity of brandy was rather increased in the grog, but
it was necessary to be cautious in using this liquor, more
likely to cause thirst than to quench it.

The car rested during the night upon an immense plain,
which was at a very low level. The height was scarcely
800 feet above the level of the sea. This circumstance gave
the doctor some hope. He recalled the theories broached
by geographers, respecting the existence of a vast expanse
of water in the interior of Africa. But, if such a lake
existed, they must arrive at it; still there was no change in
the unruffled sky.

To acalm and starlit night succeeded a burning, stag-
nant day. From its earliest dawn, the temperature was
broiling. At five o’clock in the morning the doctor gave
the signal for departure, and for a long time the “ Victoria”
remained stationary in the leaden atmosphere.

The doctor had the power to escape this intense heat, by
attaining a greater altitude, but to do this would necessitate
the expenditure of a quantity of water, a thing now impos-
sible. So he was constrained to maintain the balloon at a
height of 100 feet, where a gentle breeze carried them
towards the west. Breakfast consisted of dried meat and
pemmican. At mid-day the “ Victoria” had scarcely made
any progress.

“We cannot go faster,” said the doctor; “we do not
command—we obey.”

“ Ah, my dear Samuel,” said the Scot, “this is one of
the occasions in which a propeller is not to be despised.”

“No doubt, Dick, always admitting that it did not
depend upon the action of water to move it, for in that
case the position would be exactly similar. Up to the
present time, however, nothing practical has been invented.
Balloons are now at the point where ships were before
the invention of steam. It took 6,000 years to bring out
the paddle and the screw, so we have plenty of time to
wait.”

“ Confound this heat,” muttered Joe, wiping his fore-
head. “If we had sufficient water, this heat would do us
good service, for it would expand the hydrogen, and we
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should not require so great a flame in the coil. Itis true
that, were we not at the end of our water-supply, we should
not need to economise it. Ah! that cursed savage who
obliged us to cast away that precious tank !”

“ Do you regret what you have done, Samuel ?”

“No, Dick, since we have been able to rescue that
poor fellow from a horrible death. Yet the roo lbs. of
water which we cast away would have been very useful ;
there would then have been twelve or thirteen days’ journey
certain, and we could have crossed this desert in that
time.”

“T suppose we have got over half the journey at least,”
said Joe.

“In distance, yes, in time, no; if the wind drop. At
present it appears likely to give out altogether.”

“Well, let us go on,” replied Joe, “there is no use
complaining. We have got on pretty well hitherto, and
whatever I do I am not going to despair. We shall find
water, mark my words !”

The ground, however, was still level mile after mile, the
last spurs of the “ golden” mountains died upon the plain,
these were the last efforts of exhausted nature! Scattered
herbs began to take the place of the trees of the eastern
side; a few patches of verdure here and there fought
stoutly against the ever-encroaching sand. Great rocks,
fallen from the neighbouring heights, and broken in their fall,
lay scattered in sharp pebbles, which soon became a coarser
sand, and finally an imperceptible dust.

“There is Africa as it is represented, Joe. I am right
in counselling patience !”

“Well, sir,” replied Joe, “this is nature, at any rate;
between the sand and the heat, it would be absurd to
search for anything in such a country as this. Don’t you
see,” added he, laughing, “that I have no faith in your
forests and your prairies. It is unreasonable. What was
the use of coming so far to see merely a country like
England? I now, for the first time, believe that Iam in
ey and I am not altogether sorry to see something
of it.”

In the evening the doctor calculated that the “ Victoria”
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had not travelled twenty miles during that broiling day. A
warm haze enveloped them as soon as the sun had set
behind the horizon, which could be traced as distinctly as
a straight line.

Next day was Thursday, the 1st of May, but the days
succeeded each other with depressing monotony. One
morning exactly resembled the preceding; mid-day brought
its own rays, ever inexhaustible ; and the night condensed
in its gloom the scattered heat which the following day
bequeathed to its successor, night. The wind, scarcely
perceptible, became more like a breath than a breeze, and
they could prophesy the moment when this breath would
itself die away.

The doctor tried to overcome the weariness of the posi-
tion. He retained the self-possession and coolness of a
man inured to hardship. Glass in hand, he scanned the
horizon in every direction. He perceived the east hills
insensibly disappear, and the last traces of vegetation
vanish away. Before him stretched the wide extent of the
desert.

The responsibility which devolved upon him affected
him a great deal, and the more as he sought to conceal
the feeling. Those two men, Dick and Joe, friends both,
he had brought from a distance almost by the force of
friendship and duty. Had he done rightly? Was not this
to attempt forbidden paths? Was not he in this journey
attempting to pass the limits of the impossible? Had not
Providence reserved the knowledge of this ungrateful con-
tinent for future generations.

All these thoughts, as he grew less hopeful, increased in
his mind, and by an irresistible association of ideas, Samuel
reasoned himself beyond his logic and his better sense.
After having made up his mind that there was nothing that
it behoved him to do, he began to ask himself what he
ought to do. Was it impossible to return? Did not some
upper currents exist which would carry them back to less
torrid climes. Sure of the regions passed, he was ignorant
of the country in front. His conscience reproached him,
and he determined to explain the circumstances frankly to
his companions, and tell them the worst. He would show
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them what he had done, and what remained to do. If
absolutely necessary, they might return—attempt to do so
at least. What was their opinion ?

“‘T have no opinion other than my master’s,” said Joe.
“What he can endure, L can endure ; or better than he.
Where he goes I will go.”

“ And you, Kennedy?”

“J, my dear Samuel? I am not a man to despair ; no
one ignores less than I do the dangers of this expedition,
but I have not particularly desired to see the time when you
meet them. I am yours, body and soul. Under the cir-
cumstances, my advice is that we ought to persevere—just
go onto the end. So let us onward, you may reckon upon us.”

“Thanks, my worthy friends,” replied the doctor with
visible emotion. “I anticipated your devotion, but these
encouraging words were necessary to me. Once more I
thank you from my heart.”

And the three friends shook hands warmly.

“ Listen to me,” said Ferguson. “According to my cal-
culations, we cannot be more than 300 miles from the Gulf
of Guinea; the desert cannot therefore extend indefinitely,
since the coast is inhabited and explored to a certain dis-
tance into the interior. If it become necessary, we must
direct our course towards this coast, and it is impossible for
us not to meet with some oasis or well where we can
replenish our store of water. But we require wind, and
without it we are kept becalmed in the air.”

“‘ Let us wait patiently,” said Kennedy.

But each in his turn vainly scanned the desert. During
the interminable day nothing appeared that could give birth
to any hope. The last undulations of the ground dis-
appeared as the sun was setting, and his rays stretched in
long lines of fire over the immense plain. It was indeed
the desert.

The travellers had not gained fifteen miles, having lost,
including the previous day, 135 cubic feet of gas to keep the
blow-pipe in action, and two pints of water out of eight
had to be sacrificed to quench their raging thirst.

, The night was quiet—too quiet. The doctor did not
sleep.

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CHAPTER XXV.

Philosophy—A Cloud—In the Midst of a Fog—The Unexpected
Balloon—The Signals—Counterpart of the ‘‘ Victoria ”’—The
Palms—Traces of a Caravan—The Well in the Desert.

THE next day there was the same clear sky and the same
calm. The “ Victoria” floated at about roo feet high, but
the little drift towards the west was scarcely perceptible.

‘““We are in the midst of the desert,” said the doctor.
“Look at the expanse of sand—what a sirange sight—what
a singular arrangement of nature! Why should there be
such luxuriant vegetation farther back, and this extreme
barrenness here, and this in the same latitude, under the
same rays of the sun?”

“The reason, my dear Samuel, does not disquiet me,”
replied Kennedy; ‘the ‘why’ preoccupies me less than
the fact. It is thus, and that’s the great point after all.”

“Tt is a good thing to be something of a philosopher,
my dear Dick—that can do no harm at any rate.”

“ Let us philosophise ; I wish to do so very much. We
have plenty of time—we are scarcely moving.”

“The wind is afraid to blow; it is asleep !”

“This cannot last,” said Joe. “I fancy I see some
streaks of cloud in the east.”

“ Joe is right,” said the doctor.

“ Good!” cried Kennedy. ‘I wonder whether we shall
reach that cloud, with the beautiful rain and the strong wind
it can give us.”

“We shall soon see, Dick.”

“ This is Friday, sir ; and I do not like Fridays.”

“Well, I hope that even to-day you will lose your dis-
trust for them.”

“T hope so, sir. Ouf!” he cried, wiping his face. “ Heat
is an excellent thing, particularly in winter, but in summer it
heed not take such a mean advantage of us.”

“ Are you not afraid of the effects of the sun upon your
balloon ?” asked Kennedy of the doctor.

“ No, the gutta-percha with which the silk is coated is
able to endure a much higher temperature. I have some-
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times submitted it inside to a heat of 158 degrees, and the
‘envelope’ does not appear to have suffered.”

“A cloud, a real cloud!” cried Joe at this juncture,
whose sharp eyes beat all glasses.

In fact, a thick and solid band was distinctly rising
slowly above the horizon ; it appeared large and bloated. It
was a pile of small clouds which always kept their original
shapes, from which the doctor concluded that no current of
air existed in their masses.

This compact heap had appeared about eight o’clock in
the morning; at eleven it had reached the sun, which dis-
appeared entirely behind this thick curtain. At this very
moment the lower end of the cloud rose above the horizon,
which appeared clear and bright.

“Tt is only a single cloud, and we must not count upon
it. Look, Dick, its form is exactly the same as it was this
morning.” ;

“So, Samuel, there is neither rain nor wind for us, at
least.”

“T fear not, it keeps up very high.”

“Well, Samuel, so we are going to hunt this cloud, which
will not break over us?”

“T do not think that would do much good,” replied the
doctor ; “that would expend a quantity of gas and water.
But in a position such as ours, it will not do to neglect any-
thing ; we will go up higher.”

The doctor developed a tremendous heat from the blow-
pipe, and the balloon soon rose under the influence of the
expanded hydrogen.

About 1,500 feet from the ground, they encountered a
thick mass of cloud, and entered into a thick mist pervading
at this height, but they did not find the least breath of wind.
The fog even appeared to be deprived of moisture, and
objects exposed to contact with it were scarcely wetted.
The “ Victoria,” enveloped in this vapour, perhaps proceeded
a little faster there, but that was all.

The doctor was with sadness considering the very meagre
result obtained from his manceuvre, when he heatd Joe cry
out in surprised accents :

“Oh ! look here !”
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“What is it, Joe?”

“Oh, sir! oh, Mr. Kennedy! is not that extra-
ordinary !”

“What have you there ?”

“We are not alone here! There are intruders; they
have stolen our invention from us.”

“ Has he gone mad?” asked Kennedy.

Joe stood as immovable as a statue.

“T think the lad is suffering from sunstroke,” said the
doctor, turning towards him.

“What do you say ?” said he.

_ “Look there, sir,” said Joe, indicating a certain direc-
tion.

“ By St. Patrick!” cried Kennedy, in his turn, “this is
scarcely creditable. Samuel, Samuel, look here!”

“T see,” replied the doctor quietly ; ‘another balloon,
with other travellers like ourselves.”

In fact, 200 paces distant, a balloon was floating in the
air, with car and travellers complete. It was following
exactly the same route as the “ Victoria.”

“Well,” said the doctor, “it only remains for us to
make them a signal. Take the flag, Kennedy, and show
them our colours.”

It seemed that the travellers in the other balloon had
conceived the same idea at the same time, for a similar flag
repeated the identical signal in a hand which held it in the
same position.

‘What is the meaning of that ?” asked the Scot.

“They are monkeys,” said Joe, “ and are imitating us.”

“Tt means,” replied Ferguson, laughing, “ that it is you
yourself who is making the signal to you, my dear Dick ;
that is to say, that we ourselves are in the other car, and
that that balloon is really our own ‘ Victoria.’ ”

“Well, sir, with all due respect to you,” said Joe, “you
will never make me believe that.”

“Get up on the edge of the car, Joe, and wave your
arms ; then you will see if I am right.”

Joe obeyed, and his gestures were exactly and instan-
taneously repeated.

“It is only the effect of mirage,” said the doctor,
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“nothing more—a simple optical delusion—and is due to
the unequal rarefaction of the air-strata—that’s all.”

“Tt is most extraordinary,” said Joe, who could not
take it all in, and kept waving his arms about to convince
himself on the subject.

“A curious sight, indeed!” said Kennedy. “It is
pleasant too to see our brave ‘ Victoria.’ Do you know she
has quite a grand appearance, and floats in a right royal
manner.”

“ You have explained this appearance very well in your
own way,” said Joe, “but it is a singular effect all the
same.”

But the “double” of the “Victoria” gradually disap-
peared, the clouds ascended to a great height above the
balloon, which did not attempt to follow them, and in about
an hour they disappeared.

The wind, even hitherto scarcely perceptible, appeared
to drop altogether. The doctor, in despair, descended to-
wards the ground.

The travellers, who had been aroused from their pre-
occupation by the appearance of the mirage, again yielded
to their gloomy thoughts, overcome by the tremendous heat.

Towards four o’clock Joe signalled some objects standing
in relief against the sandy background, and soon he was
able to announce that two palm-trees were visible at a short
distance.

“ Palms !” cried Ferguson ; “then there is a fountain or
a well there.” He took up atelescope to assure himself that
Joe had not made a mistake.

“At last!” he cried. ‘Water, water! we are saved;
for although we are going very slowly, we are moving, and we
must get there.”

“Well, sir,” said Joe, “suppose we have a drink in the
meantime—the heat is stifling.”

“ By all means, my lad.”

No one had any objection, and a pint of water was dis-
tributed. The store was now reduced to three and a half
pints,

“Ah! that does one good,” cried Joe. “ Better than all
Barclay and Perkins’ brewings.”
iso FIVE WEERS IN A BALLOON.

“Such are the advantages of privation,” said the doctor.

“ They are small, taking them altogether,” said Kennedy ;
“and though I should never be obliged to experience the
pleasure of drinking a glass of water, I would consent to it
as the condition of never being deprived of it.”

At six o’clock the “ Victoria” was floating about the
palms. They were two miserably small, dried-up trees—two
spectres of trees, without foliage—more dead than alive.
Ferguson contemplated them with fear in his heart.

At their base the broken stones of a well were dis-
cernible, but these stones, baked by the sun, seemed little
more than dust. There was not the faintest trace of water.
Ferguson’s heart sank within him, and he was beginning to
share the terrors of his companions, when their exclama-
tions attracted his attention.

Stretching out of sight to the westward was extended a
long line of whitened bones. Fragments of skeletons sur-
rounded the fountain; evidently a caravan had reached
thus far, marking its passage by a trail of bones! The
weakest had fallen, one after the other, upon the distant
sand; the stronger ones had struggled on to the desired
fountain, and on its brink had found a horrible death.

The travellers gazed with whitened faces at these dread-
ful signs.

“Do not descend,” said Kennedy; “let us fly this
horrible sight. There is not a drop of water to be
obtained.”

“Not so, Dick. Let us do our best about this. We
may as well pass the night here as anywhere else. We
will sound these wells—a spring has existed here—perhaps
there are traces of it still.”

The “ Victoria” was brought to the ground. Joe and
Kennedy threw into the car a weight of sand equivalent to
their own, and they got out. They ran towards the wells,
and penetrated into the interior by means of a stair-way,
already crumbling to dust. The spring appeared to have
been dried up for years.. They dug into the dry and pow-
dered sand—that most arid of all sands—but there was not
even a trace of dampness.

The doctor saw them returning, perspiring, di-
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shevelled, and covered with fine dust ; they were defeated,
discouraged, desperate.

He perceived the failure of their search He had
expected such a result, and said nothing. He felt that
from this day forward he must have courage and energy for
all three.

Joe had brought up the remains of an old dried leather
bottle, which he threw angrily amongst the bones scattered
around him.

During supper, not a word was spoken by the travellers ;
they eat without appetite. And yet they had not hitherto
really suffered the torments of thirst, and they only
despaired for the future.

CHAPTER XXVI.

One Hundred and Thirteen Degrees—The Doctor’s Reflections—A
Despairing Search—The Blow-pipe Extinguished—One Hundred
and Twenty-Five Degrees—The View of the Desert—A Night Walk
—Solitude—Weakness—Joe’s Suggestion—He waits another Day.

Tue distance accomplished by the “ Victoria” during the
preceding day did not exceed ten miles, and to sustain her
in the air they had used 162 cubic feet of gas.

On Saturday morning the doctor gave the signal for
departure.

“The blow-pipe,” said he, “ can only work for six hours
longer. If in that time we do not reach a well or spring,
God alone knows what will become of us,”

“There is very little wind this morning,” said Joe ; “but
perhaps it will increase,” added he, seeing the scarce-
concealed anxiety of Ferguson.

Vain hope! The air was perfectly still—one of those
calms which, in tropical climates, keep ships helpless for
days. The heat became intolerable, and the thermometer
marked 130° in the shade. -

Joe and Kennedy lay side by side, and sought in sleep,
or rather torpor, to forget the terrors of their position. This
forced inactivity was most distressing. A man is to be
pitied who is unable to divert his thoughts by work or occu-
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pation; but here there was nothing to watch over or to
attempt to do any longer. They were obliged to submit to
the situation, without any power to better it.

The sufferings arising from thirst now began to assert
themselves cruelly. Brandy, far from allaying, rather in-
creased them, and well does it merit the name of “ tiger’s
milk,” which has been bestowed upon it by the natives of
Africa. About two pints of warm liquid was all that re-
mained. Each one gloated over these precious drops, but
no one dared to wet his lips. Two pints of water in the
midst of the desert !

Then Doctor Ferguson began to reflect whether he had
been wise in what he had done. Would it not have been
better to have preserved the water he had decomposed to
no purpose to maintain the balloon in the air? He had no
doubt made a little progress, but were they any better for
it? When he found he had gained sixty miles in this lati-
tude, what did it matter, since they were in want of water
at that place? The wind, if it did get up, would blow lower
down as well as up there—even less strongly up there if it
came from the east. But hope impelled Samuel forward.
And yet those two gallons of water, expended in vain,
would have sufficed for a nine-days’ halt in the desert. And
what changes might not nine days bring forth? Perhaps,
however, while preserving this water, had he been able to
ascend by throwing out ballast, he must have let the gas
escape when he wished to descend. But the gas of the
balloon was its very existence, its life-blood !

These thoughts, and a thousand others, passed through
the doctor’s brain. He sat for hours, his head clasped
between his hands, and stirred not.

‘‘We must make a final effort,” he said to his com-
panions, about six o’clock. ‘We must endeavour to find
an atmospheric current which will carry us forward. We
must risk everything.”

And while his friends slept he brought the hydrogen in
the balloon to a very high temperature, The balloon
filled out as the gas expanded, and mounted perpendicu-
larly upwards. ‘The doctor sought vainly for a breath of
wind from a hundred feet to nearly five miles up. His point
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of departure was exactly beneath. A dead calm appeared to
reign even up to the last limit of the atmospheric air.

At length the water failed; the blow-pipe ceased for
want of gas; the Buntzen-pile stopped working ; and the
“Victoria,” collapsing, descended quietly upon the sand,
where the car had already hollowed out its impression.

It was mid-day ; the bearings were 19° 35’ long., 6° 51’
lat.—nearly 500 miles from Lake Tchad, more than 400
miles from the western coast of Africa.

As the balloon touched the ground, Dick and Joe
aroused from their torpor.

“We are stopping,” said the Scot.

“We have no choice,” replied the doctor, ina grave tone.

His companions understood him. The level of the
ground was of the level of the sea, in consequence of its
uniform flatness ; so the balloon maintained itself in perfect
equilibrium, and was absolutely motionless.

The weight of the travellers was replaced by an equiva-
lent charge of sand, and they alighted. Each was absorbed
in thought, and for many hours no one spoke. Joe pre-
pared supper of biscuit and pemmican, of which they ate
little ; a sip of tepid water completed this melancholy repast.
No one kept watch during the night, yet no one slept. The
heat was suffocating. Next day there was only half a pint
of water remaining—the doctor put it by, resolved that it
should not be touched, except in the last extremity.

“T am suffocating,” Joe soon cried; “ the heat is greater
than ever. But that does not astonish me,” he added, after
consulting the thermometer; “it is 140° !”

“ The sand is baking you,” said the Scot, “as if it were
an oven. And not a cloud to be seen in that fiery sky. It
is maddening.”

‘*We must not despair,” said the doctor. “ These great
heats are invariably succeeded by storms in this latitude,
and they arise with extreme rapidity. Notwithstanding the
wonderful serenity of the sky, a great change may arise
within an hour.”

“But, after all, something must indicate it,” said Kennedy.

a Well, u replied the doctor, “it appears to me that the
barometer is a trifle lower.”
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“ Heaven grant it, Samuel, for we are now bound to earth
like a bird with broken wings.”

“With this difference, my dear Dick, that our wings are
whole, and I have great hope they will serve us well yet.”

“Oh for a wind! for wind!” cried Joe, “ to waft us to
a stream, or a well, and we should want nothing more; our
provisions are sufficient, and with water we could remain a
month without any trouble. But thirst is an awful thing.”

Not only thirst, but there was the incessant contempla-
tion of the desert to fatigue the mind ; there was no rising
ground, no sand-heap, not even a stone, upon which to fix
the eyes. This flatness was irritating, and gave rise to what
is denominated “ the desert sickness.” The impassibility
of the blue dryness of the sky and the yellow expanse of the
sand was terrifying. In this burning atmosphere the heat
seemed to quiver as over a furnace ; the mind grew desperate
in beholding the fearful calm, and could not get a glimpse
of any reason why or when such a state of things would
have anend. The immensity was a sort of eternity.

Thus these unfortunate people, deprived of water in this
torrid heat, began to experience symptoms of hallucination ;
their eyes grew hollow, and their vision became troubled.

When night fell the doctor resolved to shake off this

feeling by a rapid walk; he wished to explore the sandy °

plain for several hours—not for exploring, but for walking’s
sake.

“Come!” said he to his companions ; “ believe me, it
will do you good.”

“ Impossible !” replied Kennedy, “ I cannot stir a step.”

“IT would rather sleep,” said Joe.

“But sleep or repose is deadly, my friends. Struggle
against this languor. Come along !”

The doctor could prevail nothing, so he went away
alone into the midst of the starry and transparent night.
His first steps were made with difficulty—the steps of a
man weakened and unaccustomed to walking—but he was
well aware that the exercise would do him good. He ad-
vanced many miles towards the west, and his mind was
already feeling more consoled, when suddenly he was seized
with faintness ; he fancied he was falling into a pit, he felt

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his knees give way beneath him—the vast solitude frightened
him. He felt the central point of an infinite circumference,
that is to say, nothing. The “Victoria” disappeared alto-
gether in the darkness. The doctor was seized by a fearful
foreboding—he, the cool, intrepid traveller. He wanted to
return, but in vain. He called out; there was not even an
echo to reply, and his voice fell into space like a stone cast
into a bottomless abyss. He cast himself, almost swooning,
upon the sand, alone amidst the terrible solitudes of the
desert.

’ At midnight he regained consciousness in the arms of
his faithful Joe, who, anxious at his master’s prolonged
absence, had followed his tracks, firmly printed in the plain.
He found him senseless.

“What has been the matter, sir?” inquired Joe.

“ Nothing, my brave Joe; a momentary weakness, that’s
all.”

“That will be nothing to hurt, sir; but get up and lean
on me, and we will regain the ‘ Victoria.’” And the doctor,
assisted by Joe, retraced his steps.

“It was imprudent of you, sir; you should not have ven-
tured alone. You might have been robbed,” he added,
laughing. ‘“ But, seriously speaking, sir. ”

“Well, I am listening.”

“We must really do something; we cannot go on thus
for many days longer ; and if no wind gets up,-.we are lost.”

The doctor did not reply.

“Well, somé one must sacrifice himself for the good of
the rest ; and it is only natural that I should.”

“What do you say? What is your plan?”

“A very simple plan, indeed. To take some food, and
go straight ahead until I reach some place, which I cannot
fail to do. Meantime, if Heaven send you a favourable
wind, you need not wait for me-—you can go. I, on my
part, if I come to a village, will explain the circumstances
with the words of Arabic you will write down for me, and I
will bring you assistance if I lose my skin. What do you
say to my plan?”

“Tt is madness, but worthy of your brave heart. It is
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“Well, we must try something, sir; it cannot hurt you,
and, I repeat, you need not wait for me—perhaps I shall
succeed.”

“No, Joe, no; we must not separate—that would be an
additional trouble to us. It was decreed that this should
happen, and very likely it is decreed that something else
shall happen later. So let us wait with resignation.”

“So beit, sir; but I warn you of one thing. I will give
you another day, I will not wait longer. This is Sunday, or
rather Monday, as it is now one o’clock in the morning ; if
Tuesday does not see us off, I shall try my plan—that is
decided.”

The doctor made no reply, and they soon arrived at the
balloon, where they sat down beside Kennedy. He was
plunged in a silence ‘so deep, that it could not have been
sleep that bound him,

CHAPTER XXVII.

Fearful Heat—Delusions—The Last Drops of Water—A Night of Des-
pair—Attempting Suicide—The Simoon—The Oasis—Lion and
Lioness.

THE doctor’s first care on the morrow was to consult the
barometer. It did not appear that the mercury had fallen in
any appeciable degree.

“ Nothing,” he said, “ nothing to hope for.”

He came out of the car and looked at the sky; there
was the same heat, the same clearness, the same stillness.

“Must we then really relinquish all hope?” he cried.

Joe did not say a word—he was still pondering upon his
project.

Kennedy got up, but was very ill, ad a prey to a rest-
less excitement. He was suffering terribly from thirst. His
tongue and lips were so swollen that he could scarcely utter
a sound,

There were still a few drops of water remaining. Each
man knew it, each thought of it, and felt attracted by it,
but nobody dared to approach it.

These three companions and friends now looked at
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each other with haggard eyes, and with a feeling of horrible
longing, which displayed itself in Kennedy chiefly. His
powerful frame was less able to tolerate these privations.
During all that day he was a prey to delirium ; he moved
about, uttering hoarse cries, biting his fingers, and ready to
open a vein to assuage his thirst.

“Ah!” he cried. “Country of thirst, you are well
named the region of despair!” Then he fell into a profound
lethargy, and nothing could be heard but the sound of his
breathing between his swollen lips.

Towards evening Joe was seized with symptoms of mad-
ness. The vast stretch of sand appeared to him an immense
pond filled with clear and sparkling water. More than once
he cast himself upon the burning ground to drink, and
raising his mouth, filled with sand, would exclaim with
anger :

“Curse it, it is salt water!”

Afterwards, while Kennedy and Ferguson lay motionless,
he was seized with an invincible desire to drink the few
remaining drops of water kept in reserve. The wish over-
powered him. He crept towards the car on all-fours; he
devoured the contents of the bottle with his eyes; he cast a
cautious look around, and seizing it, put it to his lips.

At this moment the words “ Give me some, give me a
drink,” were uttered in despairing accents.

It was Kennedy, who had dragged himself towards Joe.
The unhappy man was to be pitied ; he begged upon his
knees, he even wept. Joe wept too, and handed him the
bottle, which Kennedy finished to the last drop.

“Thank you,” he said. But Joe did not hear him, he
had fallen, like Kennedy, upon the sand.

We will pass over the horrors of that night. But on
Tuesday morning, under the fiery rays of the sun that
bathed their limbs, the unfortunate travellers felt them
withering up by degrees. When Joe attempted to rise, he
found it was impossible to get up—he was unable to carry
out his plan.

He looked around him, In the car the doctor, quite
exhausted, his arms folded across his chest, was gazing into
space, with @ fixed and lack-lustre look, Kennedy was
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really alarming, and kept shaking his head from side to side
like a wild beast in a cage. ;

Suddenly the Scot’s glance fell upon his carbine, the
stock of which protruded over the side of the car.

“ Ha, ha!” he cried, raising himself by an almost super-
human effort. He made a dart to secure the gun ; mad-
dened and foolish, he directed the muzzle to his mouth.

“Sir, sir!” cried Joe, throwing himself upon Kennedy.

They struggled furiously together.

“ Go away, or I will kill you !” cried Kennedy.

But Joe held him with all his force, and thus they con-
tended, without the doctor appearing to observe them, for
nearly a minute.

In the struggle the carbine suddenly exploded. At the
noise of the discharge the doctor rose like a spectre and
looked around him.

“ Down there ; look there !” he cried.

He pointed to a certain point so energetically that Joe
and Kennedy separated by mutual consent, and looked at
him and then in the direction indicated.

The plain was agitated like a tempestuous sea. Waves
of sand were tossed one upon the other in the midst of a
fearful dust-cloud. An immense pillar of sand came from
the south-east, whirling and eddying with tremendous swift-
ness. The sun disappeared behind a thick cloud, whose
shade extended even to the “ Victoria.” The grains of fine
sand glistened like liquid beads, and this rising sea gained
upon them by degrees.

A swift beam of hope leaped from Doctor Ferguson’s
eyes. .

“ The simoon !” he cried.

“The simoon!” repeated Joe, without understanding
him.

“So much the’ better!” exclaimed Kennedy, with the
anger of despair, “so much the better—we shall die!”

“So much the better,” replied the doctor, ‘ for, on the
contrary, we shall live.” And he began to cast out the sand
which ballasted the car.

His companions, understanding him, at last came to his
assistance, and soon took their places in the car,
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“ Now, Joe,” said the doctor, “throw over about fifty
pounds of your mineral treasures.”

Joe did not hesitate, though a pang of regret shot through
him. The balloon began to rise.

“ Just in time,” said the doctor.

In fact the simoon came upon them like a thunderbolt.
A little later and the “ Victoria” would have been smashed,
torn to pieces, annihilated.

The terrible whirlwind struck them and the balloon was
covered with a shower of sand.

- More of that ballast, Joe,” cried the doctor.

“There it goes,” said Joe, throwing over an immense
piece of quartz.

The “ Victoria” mounted rapidly above the whirlwind,
but surrounded by an immense vacuum of air, it was hurried
along by the current at a frightful pace above the foaming
sea of sand,

Neither Samuel, Dick, nor Joe spoke a word. They
looked on in’ hope, and were, moreover, refreshed by the
wind of this tempest.

At three o’clock the storm abated; the sand in falling
formed a quantity of little heaps, the sky reappeared in all
its former tranquillity. The “ Victoria,’ now motionless,
was in full view of an oasis, a little isle covered with green
trees and rising from the surface of this ocean.

“ Water | water !” exclaimed the doctor, and immediately
opening the valve he permitted the escape of the hydrogen
and descended gently at about 200 paces from the oasis.
During a period of four hours they had travelled 240 miles.

The car was duly balanced, and Kennedy, followed. by
Joe, got down on the ground.

“Take your rifles,” said the doctor, “and be cautious.”

Dick caught up his carbine, Joe took one of the rifles.
They advanced quickly up to the trees and penetrated
amid the fresh verdure which announced the abundance
of water. They took no notice of some large footprints
and of the fresh trail which was indicated upon the damp
ground.

Suddenly a roar resounded within twenty paces,

“Tis the roar of a lion!” cried Joe,
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“All the better,” replied the exasperated Scotchman ;
“one feels strong when there’s fighting to be done.”

“Do be prudent, Mr. Dick, pray be prudent—on the
life of one depends the life of all now.”

But Dick, who did not hear him, advanced with blazing
eyes and loaded gun, terrible in his rashness. Beneath a
palm tree an enormous lion with black mane was crouched.
Scarcely did he perceive the hunter than he sprang at him ;
but he had not touched ground again when a bullet through
the heart settled him. He fell dead.

“ Hurrah ! hurrah !” cried Joe.

Kennedy hurried towards the wells, slipping upon the
damp steps, and stretched himself down beside a spring, in
which he eagerly laved his swollen lips. Joe followed his ex-
ample, and they heard nothing save the cries of the animals
which they had disturbed by their approach.

“ Be cautious, Mr. Dick,” said Joe, as he took breath,
“do not drink too much at first.”

But Dick, without replying, continued drinking. He
plunged his head and hands into the grateful water—he was
like a man intoxicated.

“ And about Mr. Ferguson ?” said Joe.

This recalled Kennedy to himself. He filled a bottle he
had brought and hurried up the steps. But what was his
surprise—an enormous body closed up the opening! Joe,
who followed Dick, drew him back with him.

“ We are shut in !”

“ It is impossible—what do you say. iu

But Dick did not finish his sentence. A terrible roaring
gave him to understand with what new enemy he had to do.

“ Another lion !” cried Joe.

“No, a lioness—ah, wait a minute, you beast!” said
Dick, quickly reloading his carbine.

He fired a moment after, but the animal had disappeared.
“ Come along,” cried he.

“No, no, Mr. Dick, you have not killed her—she is
crouching close here, and she will spring at the first who
approaches, and he will be lost.”

“ But what can you do? We must get out. And Samuel
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“Let us ‘draw’ her. Take my gun and give me your
carbine.”

“ What is your plan?”

“You shall see.”

Joe took off his jacket, and placing it upon the end of
his gun, held it as a bait above the opening. ‘The furious
beast sprang down. Kennedy waited her appearance and
gave her a bullet in the shoulder. The lioness roared and
rolled down the steps, upsetting Joe. He was already
fancying the enormous claws of the animal upon him, when
a second shot was heard, and Doctor Ferguson appeared at
the entrance, his rifle, still smoking, in his hand. Joe
quickly got upon his feet, jumped over the carcase, and
handed his master the bottle of water. To carry it to his
lips and half empty it was for Ferguson the work of an
instant, and the three travellers thanked Heaven, from the
bottom of their hearts, for having so miraculously preserved
them from a terrible death.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

A Charming Evening—Joe’s Cookery—Conversation about Raw Meat
—History of James Bruce—The Bivouac—Joe’s Dreams—The
Barometer Falls and Rises—Preparations for Departure—The
Hurricane.

THE evening was beautiful, and was passed by our travellers

under the grateful shade of the mimosas, after an excellent

repast, in which tea and grog were not spared.

Kennedy had searched the little island in every direc-
tion ; he had scoured the bushes, and the travellers were
the only occupants of this terrestrial paradise. They stretched
themselves on the ground beneath their rugs, and enjoyed
a quiet night’s rest, which brought them forgetfulness of all
their troubles.

Next day, the 7th of May, the sun shone brilliantly, but
his rays were unable to penetrate the thick curtain of shade.
They had provisions in plenty, and the doctor determined
to remain at that place until a favourable wind arose.

Joe had got out his portable kitchen, and devoted him-

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self to a series of culinary combinations, while he made use
of the water with careless prodigality.

“What a strange succession of disappointment and
pleasure !” cried Kennedy. “ All this abundance after the
privations we endured ; luxury succeeding to despair. Ah!
I was very nearly going mad !”

“ My dear Dick,” said the doctor, “had it not been for
Joe, you would not be sitting there holding forth upon the
mutability of human affairs.”

“My brave friend,” said Dick, extending his hand to
Joe.
“ Oh, do not mention it,” replied Joe. “You would do
as much for me again, Mr. Dick; but I trust the oppor-
tunity to render me a similar service will not arise.”

“ Ours is a poor nature,” said Ferguson, “to allow itself
to be overcome by so little.”

“By so little water you mean, sir. That element is
very necessary to life,”

“ Doubtless, Joe, and people deprived of food can
exist longer than those deprived of water.”

“T can quite believe it. Moreover, if necessary, one
can eat anything, even one’s fellow-creatures, although that
would be a repast likely to last for a long time.”

“Savages don’t find it so, nevertheless,” said Kennedy.
“That is because they are savages, and accustomed to eat
uncooked meat, but that is to me a disgusting habit.”

“It is very distasteful, certainly,” replied the doctor ;
“in fact, no one credits the accounts of the first African
explorers, who have related that many tribes live on raw
meat, and refused generally to admit the fact. A singular
adventure happened to James Bruce under these circum-
stances.”

“ Tell us what it was, sir, we have plenty of time,” said
Joe, casting himself lazily upon the green grass.

“ Willingly,” replied the doctor. ‘ James Bruce was a
Scotchman, a native of Stirling, and who, in 1768-72,
traversed Abyssinia as far as Lake Tyana, in his search for
the sources of the Nile. He then returned to England,
where he published his travels in 1790 or thereabouts. His
statements were received with incredulity (an incredulity
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doubtless also in reserve for us). The habits of the Abys-
sinians appeared so very different from the British usages
and customs, that no one would credit the accounts.
Amongst other details James Bruce had stated that the
tribes of eastern Africa were in the habit of eating raw
meat. This statement raised a regular outcry against him.
He might talk as he liked, they did not see it at all!
Bruce was a very brave but a very quick-tempered man.
These insinuations and doubts worried him very much. One
day in a drawing-room in Edinburgh, a Scotchman repeated
in Bruce’s presence the subject of the daily jokes ; and as to
the uncooked meat, he did not believe it was either possible
or true. Bruce made no remark. He went out of the
room and shortly afterwards returned with a raw beefsteak,
salted and peppered after the African manner.

“ Sir,” said he to the Scot, “in throwing doubt upon what
{ have declared to be true, you have gravely insulted me,
and in disbelieving the possibility of the occurrence, you
have made a great mistake. Now, to prove it, you are
going to eat this raw steak, or give me satisfaction!” The
Scot was a coward, and he eat the steak with many grimaces.
Then, with great coolness, Bruce added: “ Supposing, even
that the thing is not true, sir, you will hardly in future
maintain that it is impossible !”

“A capital retort,” said Joe. “If the Scot got indi-
gestion, it was no more than he deserved ; and if, when we
return to England, anyone cast doubts on our journey——”

“ Well, Joe, what will you do?”

“JT will make the sceptics eat the fragments of the
‘Victoria,’ without salt or pepper !”

All laughed at Joe’s determination. So the day wore
on in pleasant chat; with strength, hope returned—with hope,
boldness. The past was effaced by the future with provi-
dential rapidity.

Joe did not wish to leave this delightful asylum. It was
the country of his dreams ; he felt at home here, he obliged
his master to take the exact bearings, and he wrote it with
much ceremony in his note-book, 152 43’ longitude,
8° 32’ latitude.

Kennedy only regretted his inability to hunt or shoot in

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that miniature forest ; in his eyes the place only wanted a few
wild beasts, to be perfectly charming. ;

“Well, my dear Dick, you have a very bad memory.
How about that lion and lioness?” said the doctor.

“That’s nothing,” replied Dick, with a true hunter’s
contempt for what he had killed. “‘ But, as a matter of fact,
we may suppose their presence in this oasis is indicating our
approach to more fertile regions.”

“By no means a certain proof, Dick ; these animals,
impelled by hunger or thirst, often travel immense dis-
tances. During the approaching night we must watch with
redoubled vigilance, and light fires.”

“Tn this heat!” cried Joe. “‘ However, if necessary, it
must be done. But it is a great pity to burn this pretty
wood, which has been so welcome to us !”

““We will take great care not to set it on fire,” said the
doctor, ‘so that other people may find in it a refuge in the
midst of the desert.”

“Tt shall be taken care of But, sir, do you think this
oasis is known to exist ?”

“ Certainly. Itis a halting-place for the caravans which
frequent the centre of Africa, and their visit might not be
acceptable to you, Joe.”

“ Are those horrible Nyam-Nyams here then?”

Without doubt that is the general name of all these
people; and under the same climate the same race have
like customs.

“Pooh!” said Joe; “after all, itis very natural. Ifsavages
possessed the tastes of gentlemen where would be the dif-
ference? For example, look at those brave people who
did not happen to be asked to swallow the beefsteak of the
Scotchman—and even the Scot himself, above all.”

With this rational remark, Joe proceeded to get the wood
piles ready for the night, making them as small as possible.
These precautions were happily unnecessary, and each one
in turn enjoyed a good night’s rest.

Next day the weather was unchanged —it remained
obstinately fine. The balloon would be. motionless until a
breeze arose to move it. The doctor began to feel uneasy
once more. Ifthe journey became thus extended the pro-
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visions would not hold out. After having survived the want
of water, were they to be reduced to die of hunger ?

But he felt reassured when he perceived a decided fall of
the mercury in the barometer : there were evident symptoms
of a change. He determined, therefore, to prepare for de-
parture and profit by the very first opportunity. The supply
tank and the water tank were both filled.

Ferguson then set about the re-establishment of the
equilibrium of the balloon, and Joe was obliged to sacrifice
a quantity of the precious mineral he possessed. With
renewed health, ambition reasserted itself. He made more
excuses than before ere he obeyed his master, but the latter
pointed out how impossible it was to raise such a weight.
It was a choice between water and the ore. Joe hesitated
no longer, and cast away upon the sand a quantity of his
beloved pebbles.

“They will serve for those who follow us,” he said.
“They will be very much astonished to find a fortune in
such a place.”

“Suppose,” said Kennedy, “ that some learned traveller
should meet with these specimens ?”

“No doubt he would be very much surprised, my dear
Dick, and would equally publish his surprise. Some day
we shall hear of a wonderful deposit of auriferous quartz in
the midst of the sandy desert of Africa.”

“ And Joe will have been the cause.”

The idea of mystifying some learned professor somewhat
consoled this brave lad, and he smiled.

During the remainder of the day the doctor watched in
vain for a change in the sky—the heat became greater, and
without the shade of the oasis would have been intolerable.
The thermometer in the sun marked 149°. A regular rain
of fiery rays traversed the air. This was the greatest heat
that had ever been known.

Towards evening Joe prepared the watch-fires, and
during the vigils of the doctor and Kennedy nothing par-
ticular occurred.

But towards three in the morning—Joe was watching—
the temperature fell suddenly, the sky became obscured, and
the darkness increased,
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“Get up !” cried Joe, waking his companions ; “ get up
—the wind is coming !”

“ At last !” cried the doctor, looking up at the sky. “It
is aregular storm! To the balloon—to the ‘ Victoria |’ ”

They were only just in time. The “Victoria” was
bending beneath the force of the storm, and was dragging
the car across the sand. Had any part of the ballast been
out of her the balloon would have sailed away, and then all
hope of regaining her would have been lost.

But Joe, quick as ever, ran as hard as he could and
stopped the car, while the balloon lay flat along the sand, at
the risk of being torn to pieces. ‘The doctor took his usual
place, lighted up the blow-pipe, and threw out the excess
weight.

The travellers took a last look at the trees of the oasis,
which were bending with the force of the wind, and soon,
running before the east wind at about 200 feet above the
ground, they disappeared into the darkness of the night.

CHAPTER XXIX.

Traces of Cultivation—Fantastic Idea of a French Author-—Splendid
Country—The Kingdom of Adamova—Explorations of Speke and
Burton united to Barth’s—Mount Atlantika—River Benoné—The
Town of Yola—Bagelé—Mount Mendif.

From the moment of departure our travellers went at a
tremendous pace—they longed to quit this desert, which had
nearly proved so fatal.

Towards nine o’clock some appearance of vegetation was
perceived—herbs floating, as it were, upon the sea of sand,
and announcing, as to Christopher Columbus, the approach
of land—green blades pushed themselves up timidly between
the stones which were themselves the rocks in this ocean.

A low-lying chain of hills appeared upon the horizon;
their profile, dwarfed by the haze, was rather indistinct, but
the monotony was over.

The doctor joyously saluted this new region, and, like a
sailor, he was on the point of exclaiming, “ Land ! land !”

An hour later the continent was extended before his
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gaze—still wild, but less flat, less bare, for some trees rose
against the grey sky.

“We are, then, in a civilised country at last !” said the
Scot.

“ Civilised, Mr. Dick ? that is your way of looking at it ;
we can see no inhabitants yet.”

“We shall soon,” replied Ferguson, “ at the rate we are
going.”

“ Shall we always be among negroes, Mr. Samuel ?”

“ Always, Joe, until we arrive amongst Arabs.”

“ Arabs, sir; real live Arabs, with camels ?”

“No, without the camels; these animals are scarce,
not to say unknown, in these districts ; we must go some
degrees farther north to meet them.”

“ That is unfortunate.”

“Why, Joe?”

“Because, if the wind shifted, we might make them
help us?”

“ How?” .

“Sir, it is an idea that has come into my head. We
could yoke them to the car, and be dragged by them. What
do you think of it?”

“My poor Joe, this idea has been started before. It
has been exploded by a very excellent French writer—in a
romance, it is true. Travellers harness camels to their.
balloon ; they come in contact with a lion, who eats the
camels, swallows the harness, and does the dragging instead
of the camels—and so on. You see that_all this is imagina-
tion, and has nothing in common with our system of
locomotion.”

Joe, who was somewhat humiliated at the thought that
his notion had been already made use of, began to think of
some animal who could devour a lion, but, finding none, he
set about examining the country again.

A lake of moderate extent was now in sight, with an
amphitheatre of hills, which had not yet attained the dignity
of mountains. Here numerous fertile valleys were stretched
out, and boasted an inextricable variety of trees. The elais
dominated this mass of foliage, with its leaves fifteen feet
in length upon the trunk bristling with sharp spines. The
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bombax was filling the air with the fine down from its seeds ;
the strong perfume of the prudouns—the “ Kenda” of the
Arabs—scented the air even up to the elevation of the
“ Victoria.” The papyrus, with its large leaves, the stercu-
lien, which produces the Soudan nuts, the baobab and the
banian, completed this luxuriant display of the flora of the
inter-tropical regions.

“ The country is splendid,” said the doctor.

“Look at those animals; men cannot be far distant,”
said Joe.

‘Ah! what magnificent elephants,” said Kennedy. “Is
there no chance of a little shooting ?”

“ How on earth are we to stop, my dear Dick, witha
current of this velocity. No, you must taste a little of the
torture of Tantalus. You shall have amends by and by.”

There was something to excite the hunter’s imagination.
Dick’s breast bounded and his hands mechanically gripped
his “ Purdey.”

The fauna of the country equalled the flora. The wild
oxen disported in the thick grass, in which they were entirely
concealed; elephants, grey, black, and yellow, of enor-
mous size, passed like a hurricane through the forest, crash-
ing, biting, destroying, as they went, and making their
progress by devastation. On the wooded slope of the hills,
cascades and streams ran down towards the north. There
the hippopotami bathed with much noise ; and the manatese,
twelve feet in length, with fish-like bodies, disported them-
selves on the banks, raising towards the sky their rounded
breasts distended with milk.

It was a rare menagerie in a wonderful conservatory,
where birds without number, of a thousand different hues,
presented varied changes of colouras they flew amongst the
arborescent plants.

At this prodigality of nature the doctor was reminded of
the superb kingdom of Adamosa.

“We are now drawing near the traces of modern dis-
covery,” he said. “I have caught up the missing trace of
the travellers ; it is by a happy fatality, my friends, that we
are enabled to connect the labours of Captains Burton and
Speke with the explorations of Doctor Barth. We quitted
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England to find a Hamburgher, and we shall soon reach the
extreme point attained by that adventurous professor.”

“Tt appears to me,” said Kennedy, “that between the
two discoveries there is a vast extent of country, if one
may judge from the distance we have travelled.”

“Tt is easy to calculate; take the map, and see what is
the longitude of the southern point of Lake Ukéréoné
attained by Speke.”

“Close upon the 37th degree.

“And the town of Yola, which we shall see to night,
and to which Barth penetrated—how is it situated ?”

“On the r2th degree of longitude nearly.”

“That makes it twenty-five degrees, which, at sixty miles
each, is 1,500 miles.”

“A nice little journey,” said Joe, “for people who
walk.”

“That will nevertheless be accomplished. Livingstone
and Moffatt are always advancing towards the interior; the
Nyassa which they have discovered is not very far distant
from Lake Tanganayeka, found by Burton ; before the end
of the century these immense tracts will be-explored. But,”
added the doctor, as he consulted the compass, “TI regret
that the wind is carrying us so much towards the west; I
would have preferred to go northward.”

After twelve hours’ progress the “ Victoria” arrived at
the boundary of Nigritia. The first inhabitants of this
territory, the Chouan Arabs, were feeding their horned
flocks. The vast summits of Mount Atlantika appeared
above the horizon, mountains which no European foot had
ever trodden, and whose altitude is estimated at 7,800 feet.
Their western slopes determine the direction of the streams
of this part of Africa to the ocean. They are the “ Moun-
tains of the Moon” of this region. -

At length a true river greeted the eyes of the travellers,
and by the immense ant-hills which bordered on them, the
doctor recognised the Benoné, one of the great tributaries
of the Niger, that which the natives have named the “Source
of Waters.”

“‘ This river,” said the doctor to his companions, “ will
one day become the natural channel of communication with
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the interior of Nigritia. Under the command of one of.
our brave captains, the Plevad advanced as far as the town
of Yola. You see that we are in a known country.” :

Numerous slaves were employed in tilling the fields,
cultivating the “sorgho,” a species of millet which forms.
the staple food of the community. The most stupid
astonishment was apparent as the ‘“ Victoria” passed like a
meteor. In the evening our travellers stopped at forty
miles from Yola, and in front, but at a distance, the two
sharp peaks of the Mount Mendif raised themselves.

The doctor threw out the grapnels, and they caught in
the summit of a high tree, but the high wind bent the
“Victoria” down almost horizontally, and rendered the
position of the car very dangerous.

Ferguson did not close his eyes all night, he was fre-
quently on the point of cutting the cable and flying before
the hurricane. At last the storm lulled and the oscillations
of the balloon were no longer alarming.

Next day the wind was more moderate, but it carried
the travellers beyond the town of Yola, which, newly built
by the Foulannes, had excited the curiosity of Ferguson.
Nevertheless he was obliged to resign himself to be carried
to the north, and even a little to the east.

Kennedy suggested a halt for hunting purposes. Joe
pretended that the want of fresh meat was beginning to be
felt; but the savage customs of the country, the attitude of
the population, some shots sent in the direction of the
“Victoria,” all determined the doctor to continue his
journey. ‘They then crossed a region—a theatre of mas-
sacres and burnings, where fighting is incessant, and in
which the sultans rule their kingdoms in the midst of the
most horrible slaughter.

Numerous and populous villages, composed of long huts,
appeared between splendid pastures, of which the thick
grass was mixed with violet blossoms; the huts resembled
vast hives, and were screened behind bristling palisades.
The wilder slopes of the hills recalled to Kennedy’s mind
the glens of the Scottish Highlands, and he frequently made
the remark.

Despite the doctor’s efforts the balloon was drifted to-
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wards the north-east, in the direction of Mount Mendif,
which was hidden in the clouds. The high summits of
these mountains separate the basin of the Niger from that of
Lake Tchad,

Bagalé, with its eighteen villages hung upon its flanks,
soon appeared, like a group of children round their mother ;
a magnificent view for those who, being overhead, could
take the whole in at once. The ravines were covered with
rice-fields, &c.

At three o’clock the “ Victoria” was opposite Mount
Mendif. They could not avoid it, so were obliged to go
over it. The doctor, by means of a temperature of 180°,
gave to the balloon a new ascensional force of nearly
1,600olbs. It rose more than 8,000 feet. This was the
greatest elevation obtained during the journey, and the
temperature was so low that the doctor and his companions
were glad to make use of their rugs.

Ferguson hastened to descend, for the envelope of the
balloon threatened disruption. He had time, however, to
verify the volcanic origin of the mountain, whose extinct
craters were only deep chasms. Great agglomerations of
the dung of birds gave the sides of the Mendip the appear-
ance of calcareous rocks, and there was sufficient there to
manure the whole United Kingdom.

At five o’clock the “ Victoria,” impelled by the south
wind, sailed slowly along the slopes of the mountain, and
halted in a large open space at a distance from any habita-
tion. So soon as they touched the ground, precautions were
taken to secure the balloon firmly, and Kennedy, gun in
hand, started in the plain. He was not long before he
returned with halfa-dozen wild ducks and a sort of snipe,
which Joe served up to. the best of his ek The meal
was a pleasant one, and the night passed without any dis-
turbance,
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CHAPTER XXX.

Mosfeia—The Sheik—Denham—Clapperton— Oudney—Vogel — The
Capital of Loggoum—Toole—Calm—The Governor of Kernak
and Court—The Attack—The Incendiary Pigeons,

Next day, the 11th of May, the “ Victoria” resumed her
adventurous course ; the travellers had in her the same con-
fidence as a sailor feels in his ship.

Fearful hurricanes, tropical heat, dangerous ascents, even
more dangerous descents, were experienced by the “ Vic-
toria,” and happily overcome always and through everything.
One might say that Ferguson guided her by a gesture; and
without knowing the point of arrival, the doctor had no fear
respecting the issue of the journey. But in this land of
barbarians and fanatics, prudence obliged him to take the
greatest precautions, and he enjoined his companions to
keep their eyes open ready for anything at any time.

The wind carried them a little more to the north, and
towards nine o’clock they came in sight of the large town of
Mosfeia, built upon an eminence shut in between two high
mountains. It was situated in an impregnable position; a
road between a marsh and a wood was the only approach
to it.

At this moment a sheik, accompanied by a mounted
escort, clad in bright-coloured robes, preceded by trumpeters
and runners who cut down the opposing branches, was
about to make his entry into the city.

The doctor descended so as to see the natives a little
nearer, but scarcely had the balloon come into their range
of vision when signs of terror began to manifest themselves,
and they scampered away as fast as their legs or their horses
could carry them. The sheik alone did not move, he cocked
his long musket and waited proudly.

The doctor approached within 150 paces, and, in his
most pleasant tone, addressed to him the Arab welcome.

But at these words falling from the sky, the sheik dis-
mounted, and prostrated himself in the dust of the road;
and the doctor was not able to prevent this act of worship.

“Jt is impossible,” said he, “but that these people
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should take us for supernatural beings, since, on the arrival
of the first Europeans amongst them, they believed them to
be a divine race. And when this sheik speaks of this
encounter in future he will not fail to elaborate the details
with all the resources of an Arab’s imagination. Judge
then what their legends will be respecting us some of these
days.”

“That will be rather disappointing from ihe civilisation
point of view,” replied Kennedy.’ “It would be better to
pass for simple men, who would give these negroes an ex-
cellent idea of European power.”

“ Agreed, my dear Dick; but what could we do here?
You might explain at length to the wise men the mechanism
of the balloon, which they would not understand, and would
always suppose it to be a supernatural appearance.”

“Sir,” said Joe, “you have spoken of the first Euro-
peans who explored this country; who were they, if you
please?”

“My dear boy, we are precisely on the track of Major
Denham. It was at this very Mosfeia that he was received
by the Sultan of Mandara; he had left the Bornou. He
accompanied the sheik in an expedition against the Fella-
tabs ; he assisted at the attack on the town, which resisted
bravely with its arrows against the Arabs’ bullets, and put
the troops of the sheik to flight ; all this was but a pretext
for murders, pillage, and raids. The major was completely
stripped, and had it not been for a horse, beneath whose
belly he crept, and which enabled him to escape his con-
querors by its headlong gallop, he would never have re-
entered Kouka, the capital of Bornou.”

“ But who was this Major Denham ?”

“A brave Englishman, who, from 1822 to 1824, com-
manded an expedition into the Bornou, in company with
Captain Clapperton and Doctor Oudney. They left Tripoli
in the month of March, arrived at Mourzouk, the capital
of Fezzan; and, following the route which Doctor Barth
traversed afterwards on his return to Europe, they arrived
on the 16th February, 1823, in Bornou, in the Mandara,
and at the eastern side of the lake. During this time, on
the 15th December, 1823, Captain Clapperton and Doctor
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Oudney penetrated into the Soudan as far as Sackatou,
and Oudney died of fatigue and privation at Murmur.”

“This part of Africa,” said Kennedy, “has then paid a
large tribute of victims to science.”

“Yes! this region is indeed fatal. We are tending
directly towards the kingdom of Barghimi, which Vogel
crossed in 1856 to penetrate into the Wadai, where he dis-
appeared. This young man of twenty-three was despatched
to co-operate in the explorations of Doctor Barth ; they met
on the rst December, 1854, then Vogel commenced to ex-
plore the country ; about 1856 he announced in his last
letters his intention to examine the kingdom of Wadai, into
which no European had ever previously penetrated. It
seems he reached Wara, the capital, where, according to
some accounts, he was made prisoner; according to others
he was put to death, for having attempted to ascend a
sacred mountain in the neighbourhood. But we must not
lightly accept the report of the death of travellers, for that
would obviate any search for them ; thus, how often was
the death of Doctor Barth officially announced, a circum-
stance which naturally caused him great irritation. It was
therefore very possible that Vogel had been kept a prisoner
by the Sultan of Wadai in the hope to obtain ransom. Baron
Neimaus set out for Wadai, but he died at Cairo in 1855.
We know now that M. Heuglin, with the expedition des-
patched from Leipsic, followed up the traces of Vogel.
Thus we ought to be soon assured of the fate of this youthful
and interesting traveller.” *

Mosfeia had long since disappeared on the horizon.
Mandara betrayed its astonishing fertility to the eyes of the
travellers. The acacia forests, the red-flowering locust
plant, and the herbaceous plants in the cotton and indigo
fields; the Shari, which flows into Lake Tchad eighty
miles farther on, here rolled its impetuous course along.

The doctor followed with his companions the maps of
Barth. ‘ You see,” ‘said he, “that the works of this savant
are wonderfully precise. We are travelling right over the

* Since the departure of the doctor, letters addressed from El’Obeid
by M. Munzinger, the new chief of the expedition, unhappily. leave no
doubt as to the death of Vogel.
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district of Loggoum, and perhaps even upon Kernak, its
capital. There poor Toole died, when scarcely twenty-
two. He was a young Englishman, an ensign in the 80th
Foot, who had for some weeks been with Major Denham
in Africa, and he there quickly found his death. Ah! they
may well call this country the ‘ Cemetery of Europeans.’ ”

Some canoes about fifty feet long were descending
the Shari. The “ Victoria,” 1,000 feet above them, at-
tracted little attention from the natives, until the wind,
which had hitherto been blowing strongly, showed signs of
diminishing.

*“ Are we again going to be becalmed, I wonder ?” said
the doctor.

“Well, sir, we have neither the want of water nor the
desert to fear now.”

“No, but the population is still very formidable.”

“ There,” said Joe, “is something resembling a town.”

“Tt is Kernak. ‘The last breath of wind will carry us
thither, and if it suit us, we can take an exact plan of
the place.”

“Can we not go nearer to it?” asked Kennedy.

“Nothing is more easy, Dick,” said the doctor. “We
are exactly over the town. Allow me to turn the tap of
the blow-pipe a little, and we shall soon descend.”

In half an hour the “ Victoria” was floating motionless,
about 200 feet from the ground.

“We are here nearer to Kernak,” said the doctor, “ than
a man would be to London, if he were perched on the dome
of St. Paul’s. So we can observe at our ease all that is going
on.”

“What is that sound of mallets that we hear on all
sides ?”

Joe watched attentively, and perceived that the noise
was produced by the number of weavers, who were beating
their cloths stretched upon the large trunks of the trees.

The capital of Loggoum was viewed in its entirety, like
a plan unrolled at their feet. It was a veritable town, with
lines of houses and good-sized streets. In the ceutre of a
large square a slave-market was held, and there was a large
concourse of purchasers ; for the mandarins, with their great
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hands and feet, are very much sought after, and place
themselves advantageously.

At sight of the “Victoria,” the oft-produced effect was
again repeated—first cries, then profound stupefaction ; busi-
ness was abandoned, work suspended, the noise was hushed.
The travellers remained immovable, and did not lose a
detail of this populous city ; they even descended to a dis-
tance of sixty feet from the ground.

Then the governor of Loggoum came out of his house,
displaying his green flag, and accompanied by his musicians,
who blew enthusiastically with the full force of their lungs
into their hoarse buffalo horns. The crowd assembled round
him. Doctor Ferguson wished to make himself heard, but
he could not succeed.

The people, who had high foreheads, curly hair, and
almost aquiline noses, appeared proud and intelligent, but
the presence of the “ Victoria” disturbed them mightily.
The travellers perceived horsemen galloping in all directions ;
soon it became evident that the soldiers were being assem-
bled to give battle to this extraordinary enemy. Joe had
lavishly displayed handkerchiefs of various colours, but with-
out any result.

However, the sheik, surrounded by his court, proclaimed
silence, and made a speech in a mixed language of Arabic
and Baghimi, of which the doctor did not understand a
word. He comprehended, however, by the universal lan-
guage of signs, that he was particularly requested to depart ;
he asked for nothing better; but in default of wind it had
become impossible. His immobility angered the governor,
and his courtiers begged him to give loud orders for the
departure of the monster.

They were curious people, these courtiers, with their five
or six motley shirts upon their bodies ; they were enormously
stout, and some appeared to wear artificial stomachs. The
doctor astonished his companions by telling them that this
was the mode of paying court to the Sultan. The rotundity
of the abdomen indicated the ambition of the people.
These fat men gesticulated and shouted, and one more than
all the rest, who ought to have been prime minister if his
size met with any favour, The crowd of negroes joined
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their shouting to that of the courtiers, repeating their gesticu-
lations like so many monkeys, and which resulted in a
curious and instantaneous effect in the simultaneous move-
ment of 10,000 arms.

To these modes of intimidation, which appeared to be
insufficient, they added others more formidable. Soldiers,
armed with bows and arrows, were drawn up in order of
battle ; but the “ Victoria” had already been inflated, and
moved quietly out of range. The governor then seized a
musket and levelled it at the balloon, but Kennedy was on
the watch, and with a ball from his carbine, shattered the
musket in the sheik’s grasp.

At this unlooked-for blow there was a general retreat,
each one took shelter in his house as quickly as possible,
and during the rest of the day the town remained absolutely
deserted.

Night arrived ; the wind had dropped. It was resolved
to pass the night at 300 feet from the ground. Nota gleam
shone through the darkness—a deathlike silence reigned
around. :

The doctor redoubled his watchfulness; this calm be-
tokened some treachery.

And Ferguson was right to watch as he did. Towards
midnight all the town appeared on fire ; hundreds of fiery
streaks crossed each other like rockets, forming a network
of flame.

“That is very curious,” said the doctor.

“But, God bless me !” cried Kennedy, “it appears that
the fire is ascending and approaching us.”

In fact, at the sound of frightful cries, and amid the
discharges of muskets, this mass of fire rose up towards
the “ Victoria.” Joe made ready to throw out the ballast.
Ferguson did not stop to ascertain the cause of the phe-
nomenon.

Thousands of pigeons, their tails furnished with squibs,
had been let loose against the “ Victoria.” ‘Terrified, they
ascended, marking their flight with fiery zigzags. Kennedy
was about to discharge all the firearms into the midst of the
crowd of birds, but what could he accomplish against such
an innumerable host? Already the pigeons had surrounded

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the car and the balloon, of which the sides, reflecting the
light, appeared wrapped in flames.

The doctor did not hesitate, and throwing over a large
lump of quartz, he rose above the reach of these dangerous
birds. For two hours they could perceive them flying back-
wards and forwards in the darkness; by degrees their
numbers diminished and finally they disappeared.

“ Now we can sleep in peace,” said the doctor.

“ Rather a happy thought of the savages,” said Joe.

“Ves; they very commonly employ pigeons to burn
the thatches of houses in the villages, but this time the
village flew up higher than their winged incendiaries.” 4

“A balloon has decidedly no enemies to fear,” said
Kennedy.

“ Ves, indeed it has,” replied the doctor.

“ Who, then?”

“The imprudent people whom it carries in its car; so,
my friends, vigilance above everything—vigilance always !”

CHAPTER XXXI.

Departure at Night—All Three—Instincts of Kennedy—Precautions—
The Court of Shari—Lake Tchad—The Water—The Hippo-
potamus—A Lost Bullet.

Axout three o’clock in the morning, during Joe’s watch, the
town appeared to move beneath them, and the “ Victoria”
sailed away. Kennedy and the doctor awoke.

The latter consulted the compass, and perceived with
satisfaction that the wind was bearing them to the nor-
nov’-east. ;

“We are getting on capitally,” said he. “ All goes well,
and we shall come in sight of Lake Tchad this very
day.”

Ne Is it a large expanse of water P” asked Kennedy.

“A very considerable size, my dear Dick; at its greatest
length and breadth it measures 120 miles.”

“Tt will bea little change for us to sail over such a
sheet of water.”
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“Well, it seems to me that we have nothing to grumble
at; the country is very varied, and we are enjoying it under
the most pleasant conditions.”

“No doubt, Samuel. Except the privations of the desert
we have not encountered any serious danger.”

“Certainly, our tight little ‘Victoria’ has behaved
wonderfully. To-day is the r2th of May; we started on the
18th of April, so we have been travelling twenty-five days.
Ten days more and we shall have arrived at the end of
our journey.”

“ Where ?”

“T do not know; but what does that matter ?”

“ Vou are right, Samuel; let us trust in Providence to
take care of us and keep us in good health, as we are. We
do not look much like people who have been traversing the
most pestilential country in the world.”

“We have been able to keep up so high, that is the
reason we have been so well.”

“ Hurrah for aérial travelling!” cried Joe. “ Here we
are after twenty-five days, in good health, well fed, well
rested ; indeed, rather too well rested, for my limbs are
getting stiff, and I should not be sorry to take the stiffness
off with a thirty-mile walk.”

“You shall indulge yourself in that way in the streets
of London, Joe. But to wind up, we are a party of three
like Denham, Clapperton, and Overweg—like Barth, Richard-
son, and Vogel, and happier than our predecessors. All
three of us are together still. But it is very important not
to separate. If, during the absence of one of us on the
ground, the ‘ Victoria’ were obliged to ascend in order to
avoid some sudden and unforeseen danger, who knows
whether we might come together again. So I tell you
frankly, Kennedy, I do not wish you to go far away under
the pretext of hunting.”

“ You must, nevertheless, allow me, my dear Samuel, to
overcome this fancy ; there is no great harm in renewing our
stock of provisions. Besides, before our departure from
home, you put before me a series of wonderful hunting ex-
ploits, and, up to this time, I have done very little in the
way of Anderson or Cumming.”

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“Surely, my dear Dick, your memory fails you ; or your
modesty stands in the way of your prowess. It appears to
me that, without reckoning smaller game, you have already
an antelope, an elephant, and two. lions on your con-
science.”

“ Well, what is that for an African sportsman, who can
have a shot at every created animal? Look here! look at
this drove of giraffes !”

“Those giraffes!” cried Joe. “Why, they are only as
big as my fist !”

“Because we are 1,000 feet above them,” replied Ken-
nedy; “but if you were nearer, you would see they were
three times as high as you; and there are some ostriches
going like the wind !”

“Ostriches !” said Joe; “they are fowls, and nothing
more !”

“ Cannot we get nearer to them, Samuel ?”

“Yes, we can approach them, but cannot land. And
what good, after all, is there in shooting animals which are
of no use to us? If the question were the destruction of a
lion, a tiger-cat, or a hyena, I could understand it, there
would be always a dangerous beast the less ; but to destroy
an antelope, or a gazelle, without any profit but to satisfy
the vanity of the sportsman, is not worth the trouble. How-
ever, my friend, we will keep at about 100 feet above the
ground, and if you can perceive any wild animal you can
send a bullet to his heart.”

The “ Victoria” descended by degrees, but still kept up
at a safe distance. In this savage and thickly-populated
country it was necessary to be on one’s guard against unex-
pected danger.

The travellers followed the course of the Shari. The
pleasant banks of this river were hidden beneath the shade
of the variously tinted trees ; the bind-weed and creeping
plants wound in all directions, and produced curious com-
binations of colours. The crocodiles sported in the sun
and plunged into the water with the activity of the lizard,
and in their play they crossed numerous green islets, which
rose amid the stream.

Thus, in the enjoyment of a luxurious and verdant
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natural scenery, the district of Maffatay was passed.
Towards nine in the morning Ferguson and his companions
at length reached the southern coast of Lake Tchad. There
was the Caspian of Africa, whose existence was for a long
time regarded as fabulous. This inland sea, to which only
the expeditions of Denham and Barth had hitherto pene-
trated, lay before them.

The doctor attempted to decide its actual form, already
very different from its shape in 1847; in fact, the map
of this lake it is impossible to reconcile with the lake
itself, It is surrounded by miry marshes which are almost
impassable, and in which Barth nearly perished. From
year to year these marshes, covered to a height of fifteen
feet with reeds and papyrus, become absorbed into the lake,
and often the towns established upon its banks are half
submerged, as happened at Ngornou, in 1856, and now
alligators and hippopotami swim about in the very spots
where the habitations of the natives once stood.

The sun poured down his rays upon this calm sheet of
water, and in the north, sky and water seemed to unite
upon the horizon.

The doctor was desirous to ascertain the nature of
the water, which was for a long time believed to be saline;
there was no danger in approaching the surface of the lake,
and the car skimmed over it like a bird, at five feet dis-
tance.

Joe plunged a bottle into it and raised it half filled ; the
water was not very drinkable, and possessed a flavour of
natron.

While the doctor was noting down the result of his
experience, the report of a gun resounded beside him.
Kennedy had not been able to resist sending a bullet at
a monstrous hippopotamus, which quietly disappeared at
the sound of the discharge, and the conical bullet did not
appear to have caused him the least inconvenience.

“ You had better have harpooned him,” said Joe.

“How ?”

“With one of our grapnels. That would have been a
good hook for such an animal.”

‘* By Jove !” cried Kennedy, “ Joe has really got an idea,”
182 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ Which I trust you will not put into execution,” replied
the doctor. “The animal would quickly hurry us where we
should be helpless.”

“ Particularly now that you have decided upon the
quality of the water of Lake Tchad.”

“Ts that fish good to eat, Mr. Ferguson P”

“ Your fish, Joe, is a mammiferous animal of the pachy-
derm species; his flesh is excellent, they say, and is an
article of commerce amongst the lake tribes.”

“Then I regret that Mr. Dick’s bullet was not more
effectual.”

“ This animal is only vulnerable in the belly and between
the thighs; the bullet did not even break the skin. But, if
the ground be suitable, we shall halt, and at the southern
end of the lake there Kennedy will find a full menagerie,
and he can indemnify himself at his ease.”

“Well, I hope that Mr. Dick will do a little hippo-
potamus hunting. I want to taste this amphibious animal.
It is no use coming into the centre of Africa if we are to live
upon snipe and partridges just as if we were in England!”

CHAPTER XXXII.

The Capital of Bornou—The Isles of the Biddiomahs—The Gyr-
Falcons—The Doctor’s Uneasiness—His Precautions—An Attack
in Mid-Air—The Envelope Torn—The Fall—Sublime Devotions—
The North Side of the Lake.

AFTER arriving at Lake Tchad, the “ Victoria” met a cur-
rent which carried it more to the west, some clouds tem-
pered the heat, and occasionally a breeze was felt over
this vast expanse of water. But, towards one o’clock,
the balloon having slanted across this part of the lake,
advanced once more inland for a distance of seven or eight
miles.

‘The doctor, who was first annoyed at this direction, did
not complain when he perceived the town of Kouka, the
celebrated capital of Bornou. He could obtain a bird’s-eye
view of it, surrounded by walls of white clay; some mosques
oi considerable size towered above the Arab houses.
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 183

In the courts of the houses, and in the public squares
were palm trees, and caoutchouc plants, crowned by a dome
of foliage 1co feet in extent. Joe remarked that these
immense umbrellas were suited to the heat of the sun’s rays,
and he drew very comfortable conclusions from this dispen-
sation of Providence.

Kouka is really composed of two distinct towns, sepa-
rated by the “dendal,” a wide boulevard of great length,
crowded by foot-passengers and horsemen. Upon one side
lay the aristocratic quarter of the town, with its high and
airy houses; on the other cowered the poorer quarter, a
wretched assemblage of low conical huts, where an indigent
population dragged on a mere existence—for Kouka is
neither commercial nor industrial.

Kennedy found some resemblance to Edinburgh, which
was built on a plain, with its two perfectly distinct towns.

But the travellers had scarcely time to observe all these
details, when a contrary wind, with the changeableness
which characterises the air-currents in Africa, suddenly laid
hold of them and carried the balloon forty miles across Lake
Tchad.

There a novel sight awaited them ; they were able to
count the numerous islets in the lake, inhabited by the
Biddiomahs, very notorious and sanguinary pirates, and
whose vicinity was as much to be dreaded as that of the
Touaregs of the Sahara. These savages bravely prepared
to receive the “ Victoria” with showers of arrows and stones ;
but the balloon had soon passed their isles, over which it
appeared to hover like a gigantic winged beetle.

At this moment Joe, who was gazing at the horizon,
said to Kennedy :

“ Faith, Mr. Dick, you are always dreaming of shooting.
Here is something which will suit you !”

“What is it, Joe?”

“And this time my master will not object to your firing
your gun.”

“ But what is it ?”

“Do you see that flock of large birds over there, which
are approaching us ?”

“Birds ?” said the doctor, seizing his telescope.
184 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“T see them,” cried Kennedy. “There are at least
a dozen of them.”

“ Fourteen, if you have no objection,” said Joe.

“ Please goodness, they are sufficiently mischievous that
the tender-hearted Samuel may not object to my shooting
some.”

“T shall not say a word,” said Ferguson, “ but I should
very much prefer to see them at a greater distance.”

“You are afraid of these birds, then?” said Joe.

“ They are gyr-falcons, Joe, and of the largest size, and
if they do attack us ”

“Well, we shall defend ourselves, Samuel. We have an
arsenal ready to receive them. I do not suppose that these
creatures are very formidable.”

“ Who can tell?” replied the doctor.

Ten minutes afterwards the flock was within range.
These fourteen birds filled the air with their hoarse cries.
They flew at the ‘“ Victoria” more irritated than alarmed
by its appearance.

“ How they scream,” said Joe; “what a fearful row!”

“They probably regard us as intruders upon their
domain, and think that we have no business to fly like them-
selves.”

“Truly,” replied Kennedy, “ they are sufficiently formid-
able and quite as dangerous as if they were armed with
Purdey’s guns.”

“They have no need of them,” replied Ferguson, who
had suddenly become very serious.

The gyr-falcons flew round in wide circles, and their
orbits gradually got smaller and smaller. They flashed
through the sky with a fantastic rapidity, sometimes darting
down with the utmost velocity, and‘ breaking their line with
sharp angular flights.

The doctor, feeling nervous, resolved to ascend, in order
to escape from such a dangerous neighbourhood ; he
inflated the balloon, which mounted at once. But the
falcons mounted with him, but little disposed to let him
escape.

“They appear determined to have their own way,” said
Kennedy, taking up a carbine.


FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 185

The birds continued to approach; and more than one
came within fifty paces of the car, as if to brave Kennedy’s
carbine.

“T have a great mind to fire up at them,” said Ken-
nedy.

“No, Dick ; do not, do not make them angry without
reason. It would only incite them to attack us.”

“ But I can soon polish them off!”

“ Vou are mistaken, Dick.”

“We have a bullet for each of them?”

“ And if they attack the upper part of the balloon how
will you reach them? You imagine that you are dealing
with lions on land, or with sharks in the open sea. For
aéronauts, the situation is very critical.”

“ Are you serious, Samuel P”

“ Quite serious, Dick.”

“ Let us wait, then.”

“Yes; be ready in the event of attack; but do not
fire without my orders.”

The birds then collected at a little distance ; the travellers
could distinguish their bare throats extended with the efforts
to scream ; their gristly heads adorned with violet crests,
which bristled with anger. ‘They were of large size, their
bodies being more than three feet long, and the under
part of their white wings glistened in the sunlight. They
have been termed “air-sharks,’ to which fish they bore
some resemblance.

“They are following us,” said the doctor, as they rose
with the balloon. ‘We have ascended well, and they can
fly higher than we can go.”

“ Well, what is to be done?” asked Kennedy.

The doctor did not answer.

“Listen, Samuel,” said Kennedy ; “there are fourteen
of these birds, and we have seventeen shots at our disposal,
if we fire them all. Are there no means by which we can
destroy or disperse them. I will account for some of them,
I promise you.”

“T don’t question your skill, Dick, and I willingly look
upon those birds as dead which fly across your range ; but
I repeat, if they attack the upper part of the balloon you
186 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

will not be able to see them, they will tear the silk which
keeps us up, and we are 3,000 feet above the ground !”

At this moment one of the fiercest of the birds swooped
right down upon the “ Victoria,” with beak and claws
extended, ready to bite and rend.

“Fire !” roared the doctor.

Scarcely had the word passed his lips, when the bird,
shot dead, went tumbling into space.

Kennedy seized one of the double-barrelled guns ; Joe
shouldered the other.

Frightened by the report, the falcons drew back for an
instant, but they returned to the charge almost immediately
with increased fury. Kennedy, with one bullet cut the
head clean off the nearest bird; Joe broke the wing of
another.

“Only eleven more,” said he.

But now the birds changed their tactics and simul-
taneously rose above the “ Victoria.” Kennedy looked at
Ferguson.

The latter, notwithstanding his energy and fortitude,
turned pale, There was a moment of terrified silence.
Then a rending noise was heard, as when silk is torn, and
the car sank beneath the feet of the three travellers.

“We are lost!” cried Ferguson, as he gazed at the
barometer, which was rapidly rising. Then he added:

“ Throw out the ballast ; out with it !”

In a few seconds all the quartz had disappeared.

“We are falling still. Empty the water-tanks, do you
hear. We are falling into the lake !”

Joe obeyed. The doctor looked down. The lake ap-
peared to be coming up to meet him, objects became more
distinct, the car was not 200 feet from the surface of Lake
Tchad.

“The provisions !” cried the doctor, and the case which
contained them was hurled into space.

The descent became less rapid, but the unhappy travellers
still were falling.

“Throw out more!” cried the doctor for the last
time.

“ There is nothing left,” replied Kennedy.
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 187

“Ves,” said Joe, laconically ; and, with a rapid farewell
gesture, he threw himself from the balloon.

“ Joe, Joe!” cried the terrified doctor.

But Joe could no longer hear him. The “ Victoria,”
lightened now, resumed her ascent, and reached a height of
1,000 feet; and the wind whistling through the torn silk
covering of the balloon, carried them towards the northern
side of the lake.

“ He is lost !” cried Kennedy, despairingly.

“ Lost to save us !” replied Ferguson.

And these brave men felt big tears rolling down their
cheeks. They leaned over the side of the car, in the vain
hope to distinguish some trace of the unfortunate Joe; but
they were too far away.

“What is to be done now?” asked Kennedy.

“We must descend to earth as soon as we can, Dick,
and then wait.”

After a run of sixty miles, the “ Victoria” descended
on a deserted spot at the north end of the lake. The
grapnels caught in a low tree, and Kennedy fastened them
securely.

Night came on, but neither Hereusons nor Kennedy had
a moment’s sleep.

CHAPTER XXXIIL

Conjectures—Re-establishment of the Equilibrium of the Balloon—
New Calculations of Dr. Ferguson—Kennedy’s Sporting—Com-
plete Exploration of Lake Tchad—Tangalia—Return—Lari.

THE next morning, the 13th of May, the first thing the
travellers did was to search the part of the lake border
where they were situated. It was a species of island com-
posed of firm land in the midst of an extensive marsh,
Around this piece of evra firma large reeds grew, as high as
average European trees, and extended as far as eye could
reach.

These trackless swamps rendered the position of the
188 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. ~

“ Victoria” secure; it was only necessary to explore the lake
shore; the immense sheet of water expanded towards the
east, and nothing was visible on the horizon—neither islet
nor continent was to be seen.

The two friends had not yet ventured to speak of their
unfortunate companion. Kennedy was the first to impart
his surmises to the doctor.

“Perhaps Joe is not lost, after all,” saidhe. “Heisa
sharp lad and a first-rate swimmer. He had no difficulty in
swimming across the Frith of Forth at Edinburgh. We
shall see him again, depend upon it; I cannot say how or
when, but do not let us neglect anything that might give
him an opportunity to rejoin us.”

“ Heaven grant it may be as you suggest!” replied the
doctor, in a voice choked with emotion. ‘ We will do every-
thing in the world to find our friend. Let us put things to
rights at once ; and first of all let us take off the exterior
covering of the balloon, which will relieve us of 650 lbs,
weight, and is worth the trouble to get rid of.”

The doctor and Kennedy set to work, they overcame
the greatest difficulties, It was necessary to tear the tough
taffetas away bit by bit, and to cut it into strips to pull it
through the meshes of the network. The rent made by the
bird’s beak was many feet in length.

This operation occupied at least four hours; but at
length the interior balloon, entirely freed, did not appear
to have suffered at all. The “Victoria” was now dimi-
nished by a fifth. This difference was sufficient to astonish
Kennedy.

“Will it carry us ?” he asked.

“ We need fear nothing on that score,” said the doctor ;
“J will re-establish the equilibrium, and if our poor Joe return,
we shall be able to resume our route as usual.”

“ At the moment he fell, Samuel, if my recollection
serve me, we were not far from an island.”

“IT remember; but this isle, like all those in Lake Tchad,
is no doubt inhabited by a race of pirates and murderers.
These savages have been witnesses of our accident, and if
Joe have fallen into their hands, unless superstition protect
him, what will become of him?”
_ FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 189

“ He is a man of resource, I tell.you; I have great con-
fidence in his pluck and intelligence.”

“T hope he will prove so. Now, Dick, you can go aad
shoot in the neighbourhood, without going too far, mind.
It is absolutely necessary for us to replenish our larder, of
which the greater part has been sacrificed.”

“ All right, Samuel, I shall not be long away.”

Kennedy took a double-barrelled gun, and advanced
into the giant reeds towards a coppice at no great distance,
and soon the reports of his gun in quick succession told the
doctor that the sportsman was successful.

Meantime, the doctor employed himself in overhauling
the remaining contents of the car, and in establishing the
equilibrium of the second balloon. There remained thirty
pounds of pemmican, some tea and coffee, about a gallon
and a half of brandy, an empty water-tank; all the salted
meat had disappeared.

The doctor was aware that, by the loss of the hydrogen
from the first balloon, his ascensional force was reduced to
about goo lbs. He must, therefore, base his calculations
for the establishment of the equilibrium on this difference.
The new “ Victoria’s” “content” was 67,000 feet of gas;
the dilating apparatus appeared to be in good order, neither
the pile nor the serpentine had received any injury.

The ascensional force of the new balloon was then about
3,000lbs., and adding the weight of the apparatus, the
travellers, and the water, the car and accessories, and
putting on board fifty gallons of water, and 1oolbs. of fresh
meat, the doctor arrived at a total of 2,830lbs. He could,
therefore, carry 170lbs. of ballast for contingencies, and the
balloon would then be in equilibrium with the atmospheric
air.

His dispositions were made accordingly ; he replaced
the weight of Joe by ballast. The entire day was occupied
in these preparations, and were finished when Kennedy
returned. He had had good sport. He brought a quantity
of geese, wild ducks, snipe, teal, and plover. He employed
himself in preparing the game and smoking it. Each bird
was spitted through with a small stick, and suspended
above a fire of green wood. When the operation appeared
190 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

complete, the whole were carefully packed within the
car.
Next day the sportsman determined to complete the
stock of provisions.

Evening surprised the travellers while still at work.

Their supper consisted of pemmican, biscuits, and tea.
Fatigue, having given them appetite, ensured them sleep.
Each during his watch peered anxiously into the darkness,
sometimes almost fancying they heard the voice of Joe;
but, alas! that voice they so desired to hear was far away.

At daybreak the doctor aroused Kennedy.

“T have been thinking,” said he, “what we must do to
recover our companion.”

“‘What is your suggestion, Samuel? I agree to every-
thing. Speak.”

“ First of all, it is important that Joe should have know-
ledge of our whereabouts.”

“ Certainly, or he will think we mean to leave him to
his fate.”

“He! He knows us too well to think that ; he would
never think of such a thing; but he must be told where
we are.”

“ How?”

“We must take our places in the car and ascend again.”

“ But if the wind carry us away ?”

“ Fortunately it will do nothing of the kind. Look,
Dick; the wind will bring us back again over the lake,
and this, which would have been annoying yesterday, is
to-day most propitious. We must therefore direct all our
efforts to maintain ourselves above the lake all day. Joe
will not fail to see us up there, where he will be anxiously
looking for us. Perhaps he will be able to tell us where
he is.”

“Tf he be alone, and at liberty, he will certainly do so.”

“ And if he be a prisoner,” replied the doctor, “as the
natives do not incarcerate their prisoners, he will see us,
and understand the object of our manceuvres.”

“But if, after all,” said Kennedy, “for we must be
prepared for every contingency, if he have left no trace,
what can we do?”
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 19t

“We must endeavour to regain the northern side of
the lake, keeping ourselves in view as much as possible.
There we will wait, explore the banks, search the edges of
the lake, which Joe would certainly endeavour to reach ;
and we will not leave the neighbourhood without making
every effort to find him.”

“ Let us go, then,” said Kennedy.

The doctor took the exact bearings of the piece of dry
ground they were about to leave; he estimated that, ac-
cording to the map and his observations, they were to the
north of Lake Tchad, between the town of Lari and the
village of Ingernini, both of which had been visited by Major
Denham. Meantime Kennedy completed the provisioning
of the balloon. In many places he perceived the tracks of
rhinoceros, manatees, and hippopotami, but he never en-
countered any of these formidable beasts.

At seven in the morning, and not without great difficulty,
which poor Joe would have made light of, the grapnel was
detached from the tree. The gas was dilated, and the new
“Victoria” ascended 200 feet into the air. After some
coquetting with the wind, it fell in with a pretty strong cur-
rent, and sailed over the lake, and was soon progressing
at twenty miles an hour.

The doctor steadily maintained an elevation of between
200 and 500 feet. Kennedy often discharged his carbine.
The travellers even approached imprudently near to the
islands, examining the coppices, the brushwood, the bushes,
and every shaded place in which their late companion could
have found shelter, then descended close to the long
pirogues which skimmed oyer the lake. The fishermen on
their approach threw themselves into the water, and swam
to the island with every demonstration of terror.

“ We can discover nothing,” said Kennedy, after a search
of two hours.

“Patience, Dick ; let us not be discouraged, we cannot
be very distant from the scene of the accident.”

At eleven o’clock the “ Victoria” had made ninety miles;
it then encountered a new current, which carried it at almost
right angles to its previous course for sixty miles towards
the east. It hovered over a large and thickly-inhabited
192 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

island, which the doctor pronounced to be Fanam, the
capital of the Biddiomahs. They were in hopes to see Joe
rise out of each bush, escaping and calling to them for assist-
ance. If free, they could have taken him up without any
difficulty ; if a prisoner, they must put the same plan in prac-
tice to rescue him as they had for the missionary’s release.
He would soon have rejoined his friends, but nothing
appeared, nothing was stirring. They were _ beginning to
despair.

At half-past two the “Victoria” came in sight of Tan-
galia, a village situated upon the eastern side of the Tchad,
and which was the extreme point attained by Denham in his
expedition.

The doctor became uneasy at this persistent direction of
the wind. He felt he was being driven towards the east,
pushed back into the centre of Africa, towards the trackless
deserts.

“We must halt,” said he, “and come down to the earth ;
for Joe’s sake, before everything, we must return above the
lake; but first we must find a current in the opposite
direction.”

For a quarter of an hour they searched at different alti-
tudes. The “ Victoria” always drifted ovér the land. But
fortunately, at 1,000 feet, a very violent wind carried them
to the north-west.

It was scarcely possible that Joe had remained on one
of the islands, else he would have found some means to
make his presence known. Perhaps he had reached ¢erva
jirma. Thus the doctor reasoned when he regained the
north side of the lake.

As to fancy Joe drowned was ridiculous. A terrible
idea had occurred to both Kennedy and Ferguson, viz.,
the number of alligators existing in these places. But
neither had the courage to give vent to their supposition.
At length it was impossible not to refer to the ever-present
thought, and the doctor said boldly :

“Crocodiles are only met with upon the banks or
islands of the lake. Joe has skill enough to avoid them;
besides, they are not dangerous, and the Africans bathe fear-
lessly and with impunity.”
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Kennedy did not reply; he preferred silence to the
discussion of such a terrible eventuality.

The doctor perceived the town of Lari about five o’clock
in the afternoon. ‘The inhabitants were gathering their
cotton crops before their huts of plaited straw, in the midst
of their own well-kept enclosures. This assemblage of fifty
houses occupied a small depression in the valley, which ex-
tended between the bases of the mountains. The violence
of the wind carried the doctor too far, but it again changed,
and he descended at the exact point of departure in the
little island of hard ground where they had passed the pre-
vious night. The grapnel, instead of being fastened to a
tree, was secured to the reeds mixed with the thick mud of
the marsh, which gave a good holding ground. The doctor
had considerable trouble to control the balloon, but at
length the wind fell and the two friends kept watch together,
almost despairing.

CHAPTER XXXIV.

The Hurricane—Forced Departure—Loss of an Anchor—Sad Reflec-
tions—Resolution taken—The Sand-storm—The Buried Caravan
—Variable Winds—Return to the South—Kennedy on the Watch,

At 3 A.M. the wind rose to a hurricane, and blew with
such violence that the “ Victoria” could not remain at
anchor without danger; the reeds beat upon the silk and
threatened to tear it in pieces.

“We must be off, Dick,” said the doctor. ‘“‘We cannot
stay here under these circumstances.”

“ But Joe, Samuel ?”

“T shall certainly not abandon him; and if the storm
carry us 100 miles to the north, I shall return here ; but
at present we are endangering the safety of all.”

“ Going without him, then?” said the Scot, with despair-
ing tone.

“Do you not believe that my heart is as heavy as your
own, and that I am only yielding to dire necessity ?”

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194 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“T am at your orders,” replied Kennedy. “ Let us go.”

But the departure involved great difficulties. The grapnel,
which had sunk deeply, resisted all their efforts, and the
balloon, dragging it, fastened it still tighter. Kennedy could
not disengage it; besides, in their position, such an attempt,
if successful, would have been very dangerous, for the
“ Victoria” might have taken flight before Kennedy could
have rejoined her.

The doctor, who did not wish to run such a risk, made
the Scot enter the car, and determined to cut the rope.
The “Victoria” bounded 300 feet into the air, and made
directly towards the north. Ferguson was obliged to
yield to the storm. He folded his arms and remained ab-
sorbed in his own sad reflections. After some minutes he
turned towards Kennedy, who was equally taciturn, and
said :

“We have been tempting Providence, perhaps. It
scarcely seems man’s province to undertake such a
journey.” And a deep sigh escaped him.

“But a few days ago,” replied Kennedy, “we were
congratulating ourselves at having so well escaped danger ;
we were shaking hands all round. >

“ Poor Joe, what an excellent disposition he possessed,
and a brave and honest heart! At one time dazzled by his
riches, but he willingly sacrificed his treasure. He is now far
away from us, and the wind still hwries along with irre-
sistible violence !”

“Let us see, Samuel; admitting that he has found
refuge among the lake tribes, cannot he do as other travellers
have done—like Denham and Barth? They came home
safely.”

“My dear Dick, Joe does not know a word of the
language—he is alone and without means. The travellers
of whom you speak never advanced without sending the
chiefs numerous presents with an escort armed and prepared
for these expeditions. And even then they did not escape
hardships and sufferings of the worst kind. What, then, do
you think, can have become of our unfortunate companion ?
It is horrible to think of, and this is one of the greatest
troubles I have ever had to deplore,”
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 195

“ But we shall go back again, Samuel ?”

“We shall, of course, Dick. We will abandon the
‘Victoria,’ if it be necessary, to regain Lake Tchad on
foot, and communicate with the Sultan of Bornou. The
Arabs cannot have retained a bad opinion of the first
Europeans.”

“T will follow you, Samuel,” replied Kennedy, with
energy ; “you may depend upon me. We will rather re-
linquish the object of our journey—Joe is devoted to us—
we will sacrifice ourselves for him.”

This resolution gave fresh courage to those brave men.
They felt strong in the same purpose. Ferguson did all in
his power to drift into a current which might take him back
to the Tchad, but that was then impossible, and it was
impracticable to descend upon such a deserted ground and
in such a storm.

Thus the “ Victoria” crossed the country of the Tibbons.
It passed over Belad and Djerid, a thorny desert, which
forms the boundary of the Soudan, and reaches to the sandy
deserts marked by the long track of caravans ; the last line
of vegetation is soon mingled with the sky on the southern
horizon, not far from the principal oases of this region,
whose fifty wells are shaded by most magnificent trees.
But the balloon could not stop. An Arab encampment,
with their striped tents, and their camels stretched upon the
sand, gave life to the scene, but the “Victoria” passed away
like a meteor, and accomplished a distance of sixty miles in
three hours, without Ferguson having any command over
this headlong flight.

“We cannot stop, we cannot descend,” he said ; “ there
is not a tree to be seen, not a mound; we are about to pass
over the Sahara. Surely Heaven is against us.”

He spoke thus with the energy of despair, when he per-
ceived in the north the sands of the desert whirled up in the
midst of a blinding dust, and gyrating under the influence of
opposing currents,

In the midst of this, whirlwind—scattered, and broken,
and overturned—was a caravan, which was disappearing in
this avalanche of sand; the camels, hurrying hither and
thither, uttered lamentable sounds—the cries and shouts

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ascended from this suffocating sand-fog. Sometimes a striped
garment would display its bright colours in the chaos, and
the roaring of the tempest added to this scene of destruc-
tion.

The sand quickly fell into dense masses, and _ there,
where but lately stretched a level plain, was now a mound,
still moving, the immense tomb of the buried caravan.

The doctor and Kennedy turned pale at the sight, they
could not manage the balloon, which turned round and
round in the contrary currents, and would not obey the ex-
pansion or contraction of the gas.

Caught in these eddies of air the “Victoria” whirled
about giddily, the car oscillated fearfully, the instruments
suspended in the tent were shaken almost to pieces, the
tubes of the serpentine bent as though they would break.
The travellers were deafened, and they were obliged to hold
tightly to the cordage to keep their positions during the
fury of the storm. Kennedy, with hair dishevelled, sat still,
and did not speak a word. The doctor had resumed his
old courage at the approach of danger, and no trace of his
emotion was now apparent, not even when, after a last som-
mersault, the “ Victoria” suddenly was left in an unexpected
calm, the wind from the north seized it and drove it back
upon the course it had been taking since the morning, and
at an equally rapid pace.

“‘ Where are we going ?” cried Kennedy.

“Where Providence wills, my dear Dick. I was wrong
to doubt whatever happens is for the best, and we are now
returning towards the places we never hoped to see again.”

The ground so flat, so level, when they first passed over
it, now appeared like the waves after a storm; a series of
small mounds jotted the desert; the wind blew stiffly, and
the “ Victoria” flew into space.

The direction now taken by the balloon was slightly
different from that followed in the morning ; so at about
nine o’clock, instead of finding themselves on the borders of
Lake Tchad, they saw that the desert extended before them.
Kennedy observed this.

“Tt does not much matter,” replied the doctor, “the
important point is to get down south; we shall there come
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upon the towns of Boarnou, Woaddie, or Kouka, and I
shall not hesitate to stop there.”

“Tf you are satisfied, I am,” replied Kennedy, “ but
Heaven grant that we may not be obliged to cross the desert,
like those unfortunate Arabs. That was a fearful sight.”

Dick frequently referred to this. The crossing of the
desert includes all the dangers of the ocean, even the chances
of being swallowed up in its depths, and, moreover, unbear-
able fatigue and privations.

“Tt appears to me,” said Kennedy, “that the wind is
less violent, the dust is less thick, the sand-waves are less
high, and the horizon is clearing.”

«So much the better; we will scan it carefully with our
glasses, and no point shall escape us.”

“T will take that duty, Samuel, and when the first tree
appears you shall be told at once.”

And Kennedy, telescope in hand, placed himself in the
front of the car.

CHAPTER XXXV.

History of Joe—The Isle of Biddiomahs—Adoration—The Island
engulfed—The Borders of the Lake—The Serpents’ Tree—
Travelling on Foot—Privations—Mosquitos and Ants—Hunger—
Passing of the ‘‘ Victoria” —It disappears—Despair—The Marsh
—A Last Appeal.

Wuat had become of Joe during the vain search made for
him by his master ?

When he fell into the lake his first act, after rising to the
surface, was to cast his eyes upwards ; he saw the “ Victoria ”
already above the water, mounting fast; little by little it
diminished, and soon, meeting with a rapid current, dis-
appeared in the north. His master and his friend were
saved.

“It was a very happy idea of mine to throw myself into
the Tchad,” said Joe to himself. ‘Mr. Kennedy would
have done the same if he had thought of it, for it is only
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natural that one man should sacrifice himself to save two
others. That is mathematical.—Q. E. D.!”

Reassured upon this point, Joe began to consider his
position ; he was in the midst of an immense lake, sur-
rounded by unknown, and probably, savage tribes. All
the more reason then for him to get out of the scrape,
and to trust no one but himself; he was then no longer
afraid.

Before the attack by the birds of prey, which, according
to him, had conducted themselves like true gyr-falcons, he
had noticed an island on the horizon. He now resolved to
make for it, and determined to put in practice all his know-
ledge of swimming, after he had got rid of part of his cloth-
ing. He did not trouble himself about a little swim of five
or six miles; so, while he was in the open lake, he thought of
nothing but of swimming straight and vigorously.

At the end of an hour and a half the distance between
him and the island was much less. But as he approached
the land, a thought at first fugitive, and then more definite,
weighed upon his mind. He knew that the banks were
frequented by enormous alligators, and he was aware of
their voracity. So ready was the brave lad to believe every-
thing in the world was “natural,” that he did not feel very
much moved ; he feared that white flesh was particularly
tasteful to crocodiles, and he advanced with extreme caution,
with eyes strained to watch.

He was not more than roo yards from the shadowy
bank, when a smell of musk pervaded the air around him.

“Ha!” he muttered; “as I feared, the alligator is not
far off.”

He dived at once, but not sufficiently to avoid the con-
tact of an immense body, whose scaly skin scraped him as
it passed. He gave himself up for lost, and began to swim
with desperate energy. He came to the surface, took breath,
and again dived. He endured a quarter of an hour of
poignant agony which all his philosophy was unable to over-
come, and fancied he heard behind him the noise of the
immense jaws ready to snap him up. He was swimming
then as quietly as possible to land, when he was seized by
one arm, and then around the waist.
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Poor Joe, he gave a last thought to his master, and
began to fight desperately, but felt himself drawn, not
towards the bottom of the lake, as crocodiles have the
habit of doing to devour their prey, but to the surface.
Scarcely had he drawn breath and opened his eyes, than he
perceived two negroes, of an ebony hue; these Africans
held him tightly and uttered strange cries.

“Hollo !” cried Joe. “ Niggers instead of crocodiles,
Faith, I prefer the former. But how do these fellows dare
to bathe in such places as this ?”

Joe forgot that the inhabitants of the islands on the
lake, like all black people, can bathe with impunity in water
swarming with alligators without heeding them. The amphi-
bious inhabitants of this lake have a great reputation for
being inoffensive saurians.

But Joe was only “out of the frying-pan into the fire.”
He determined to wait the issue of events, and, as he could
not do otherwise, he permitted himself to be conducted to
the bank without displaying any fear.

“ Evidently,” thought he, “these people have seen the
‘Victoria’ skimming the lake like an aérial monster ; they
have been distant witnesses of my fall, and they cannot but
feel respect fora man who has fallen from Heaven. Let
them go on.”

Joe was reflecting thus when he was landed in the
midst of a shouting crowd of both sexes and all ages, but
not of every colour. He was with a tribe of Biddiomahs
of a splendid black tint. There was no reason for him to
blush, even at the lightness of his clothing; he was in
“‘deshabille,” the latest fashion of the country.

But ere he had time to take in all the situation he could
not mistake the adoration of which he became the object.

This fact did not reassure him, when the affair of Kazeh
recurred to his memory.

“T see that I am about to become a god—a son of the
Moon perhaps. Well, that will do as well as any other
when there is no choice. What is necessary is to gain time.
If the ‘ Victoria’ happen to pass, I will profit by my new
position to give my worshippers a view of a miraculous
apotheosis.”
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While Joe was thus reflecting the crowd was assembling
round him ; they prostrated themselves, they shouted, they
touched him, even became familiar; but at last they had
the forethought to offer him a splendid feast, composed of
sour milk with rice, pounded up with honey. The lad, who
took everything as it came, made one of the best meals he
had ever enjoyed in his life, and gave the people some idea
of the fashion in which gods eat on great occasions.

When evening arrived the sorceress took Joe respectfully
by the hand and conducted him to a kind of hut surrounded
by “charms ;” before entering he cast an anxious glance
upon the heaps of bones which were piled up around this
sanctuary ; he had, however, plenty of time to reflect upon
his position after he was locked in.

During the evening and a part of the night he heard the
songs of the feasting multitude, the noise of a species of
drum and of old iron pots, very swect to the African ear ;
the choruses were shouted as accompaniment to inter-
minable dances, which enclosed the cabin in their mazes.

Joe heard this deafening clamour through the mud and
reed-lined walls of the hut. Perhaps, in other circum-
stances, he might have taken an interest in these strange
ceremonies, but his mind was disturbed by unpleasant fore-
bodings. Looking even at the bright side of things, it was
sad and depressing to be lost amongst a savage people.
Few travellers who had ventured so far as this had ever
returned. Moreover, could he pride himself upon the wor-
ship already accorded him. He had good reason to distrust
human grandeur, and asked himself whether, in that region,
worship was not only a preparation for being devoured.

Notwithstanding this doleful prospect, after some hours
devoted to reflection, fatigue overcame him, and Joe fell
into a deep sleep, which would, doubtless, have continued
till daylight if an unexpected dampness of the earth had not
awakened him.

He soon perceived that the water was rising, and so
quickly that it soon reached his waist.

“* What can this be ?” said he; “an inundation—a water-
spout—a new mode of sacrifice? By Jove! I shall wait no
longer, it will soon be up to my neck.” As he spoke, he
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burst through the wall by a vigorous application of his
shoulder, and found himself—where?—in the open
lake !

“ Rather a bad sort of country for the owners,” said Joe,
as he again set out swimming vigorously. One of those
phenomena by no means unfrequent in Lake Tchad had re-
leased the brave lad. More than one island has completely
disappeared which had seemed to possess the solidity of
rock, and the tribes on the banks of the lake are obliged to
rescue the unfortunate inhabitants who have escaped.

Joe was not aware of this peculiarity, but he did not fail
to profit by it. He perceived a boat drifting about, and
rapidly secured it. It appeared hollowed out from the trunk
ofatree.
profiting by a rapid current, let himself drift.

“Let me see where I am,” he said. “The polar star,
which is honestly doing his duty in pointing out the route to
the north, will assist me.”

He remembered with satisfaction that the current was
bearing him towards the north end of Lake Tchad, and he
let it do so. About two in the morning he landed upon a
promontory, covered with reeds, which were very trouble-
some, even to his philosophy, but a tree seemed to be
growing for the express purpose of offering him a bed amid
its leaves. Joe twined himself in the branches, and, without
daring to sleep, awaited the first rays of morning.

The day broke with the suddenness usual in equatorial
regions. Joe threw a comprehensive view around and over
the tree in which he had passed the night. The branches
were literally covered with serpents and chameleons—the
leaves were hidden beneath their folds—a tree of quite a
new species to produce such reptiles. Under the influence
of the sun’s rays they began to crawl about and twist in all
directions. Joe experienced a sharp terror, mingled with
disgust, and jumped from the tree amid the hissings of
the snakes.

“ That is a thing that no one would credit,” thought he.

He did not know that the last letters of Doctor Vogel
had announced this peculiarity of the banks of the Tchad,
where the reptiles are more numerous than in any other
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country. After this experience, Joe determined to travel
with more circumspection for the future, and turning towards
the sun, he then struck out to the north-east. He took good
care to avoid cabins, huts, or caves, and, in a word, any
place that might serve as shelter for any human being.
How often did he look up at the sky ! He hoped to see
the “ Victoria,” and though he had vainly sought her all the
day, that did not diminish his confidence in his master; he
must have had great firmness of character to accept the
situation so philosophically. Hunger now began to unite
with fatigue, for a diet of roots, the marrow of the arbutus,
from which “melé” is made, or the fruit of the trees do
not refresh a man; and yet, according to his estimate, he
had traversed a thousand miles to the west. His body bore
the marks of the thorns and prickly reeds, through which he
had pushed his way, and his wounded and bleeding feet
rendered his progress very painful. But still he could fight
against his sufferings, and, as evening set in, he determined
to pass the night on the borders of the lake.

There he had to submit to the bites of myriads of
insects. Flies, mosquitoes, ants, half an inch long, swarmed
around him, At the end of two hours Joe had not a rag of
clothing left, the insects had devoured everything. ‘This
was a terrible night, which brought no sleep to the weary
traveller. All this time the boars, the wild oxen, the ajorib,
a sort of rhinoceros and equally dangerous, raged in the
copses and beneath the waters of the lake. This concert of
wild beasts was kept up into the middle of the night. Joe
did not dare to move. His determination and patience
scarcely held out under such circumstances.

At length day dawned. Joe rose hurriedly, and judge
of his horror when he perceived that he had unwittingly
shared his bed with an enormous frog, about five inches
broad, a monstrous disgusting reptile, which kept staring at
Joe with its great round eyes. Joe felt his heart beat, and
distaste lending him strength, he ran away as hatd as he
could and plunged into the lake. This bath assuaged the
itching that tormented him, and having munched some
leaves, he resumed his route with an obstinacy and _per-
sistence for which he could not account; he was no longer
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conscious of his actions, but, nevertheless, he was aware
of the existence of a power within him superior to
despair.

Now the pangs of hunger began to assail him, and he
was obliged to tie a band of weed around his body. For-
tunately his thirst could be quenched at every step, and
while recalling the sufferings of the desert, he found some
consolation in not having to endure that terrible expe-
rience.

“What can have become of the ‘ Victoria >?’” thought
he. “The wind is from the north. It might return to the
lake. Without doubt Mr. Samuel has gone to establish the
equilibrium anew, but yesterday was sufficient for that ; it
is not, then, impossible that to-day But I must act as if
I were never likely to see him again. After all, if I do reach
one of those great towns on the lake I shall only be in the
same position as those great travellers of whom master has
spoken. Why should I not do as well as they? They
have returned—some of them! why, the devil Well,
courage !”

As he was thinking thus and pressing onward, Joe fell
amongst a troop of savages inawood. He stopped in time,
and was-not seen by them. The negroes were engaged in
poisoning their arrows with the juice of the euphorbia, an
important proceeding in these countries, and almost rising
to the dignity of a religious ceremony.

Joe stood still and held his breath, and hid in the midst
of a brake, when rising before him, seen through an open-
ing in the leaves, he perceived the “ Victoria,”—the “ Vic-
toria” herself—directing her course towards the lake,
scarcely 100 feet above him. It was impossible to make
himself heard—impossible for the occupants to see him.

Tears came into his eyes, not of despair, but of recog-
nition. His master was searching for him, he had not been
abandoned. He was obliged to await the departure of the
negroes ; he could then leave his retreat and run across to
the border of the lake.

But the “Victoria” soon disappeared in the distance.
Joe resolved to wait its return, for it would surely come
again. It did actually pass, but more to the east. Joe ran,




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gesticulated, shouted, all in vain. A violent wind hurried
her away.

For the first time, energy and hope failed Joe. He
thought he was lost; he believed his master had gone
never to return. He did not wish to reflect—he did not
dare.

Completely overcome, with bleeding feet and wounded
limbs, he plodded on during the whole of that day and
a part of the night. He dragged himself on his way, some-
times on his hands and knees. He already foresaw the
moment his strength would fail him, and when he must
die!

As he proceeded, he suddenly found himself opposite a
marsh—or rather, to that which he felt very soon was a
marsh, for the night was very dark. He fell unexpectedly
into the thick mud, and, notwithstanding his struggles and
a desperate resistance, he felt himself sink by degrees into
this miry ground; some minutes later he was engulfed up
to his waist.

“ Death is here at last,” he said, “and such a death !”

He fought despairingly, but all his efforts only served to
plunge him more deeply into the grave which the unhappy
man believed to be his own, Not a fragment of wood to
support him, not a reed to hold to. He fancied it was all
over. His eyes closed.

“Master, master, save me!” he cried.

And this despairing cry, already almost stifled, and to
which no echo replied, lost itself in the thick darkness of the
night,

CHAPTER XXXVI.

A Troop in Sight—Arabs—The Pursuit—’Tis He—Fall of the Horse—
The Strangled Arab—A Bullet from Kennedy—Manceuvring—
Taken up Flying--Joe Saved.

Stnce Kennedy had taken up his post of observation in
front of the balloon, he had not ceased to search the horizon
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attentively. After some time he turned towards the doctor
and said :

““1f I be not mistaken, there is a troop of horsemen
moving over there—I cannot distinguish them yet. At any
rate they are disturbed, for they are raising a cloud of dust.”

“May it not be a contrary wind?” said Samuel; “
current which may carry us to the north?” And he got up
to examine the horizon.

“JT do not think that, Samuel,” replied Kennedy ; ‘‘it is
a herd of gazelles, or wild oxen.”

“ Perhaps, Dick, but the gathering is at least nine or ten
miles off; and, for my part, even with the telescope, I can
make nothing of them.”

“ Well, I shall not lose sight of them, there is something
extraordinary going on which interests me, it is something
like the movements of cavalry. Ha! I was not mistaken,
they are horsemen—look !”

The doctor scanned the group attentively.

“T believe you are right,” said he. “It is a detachment
of Arabs from Tibbous; they are flying in the same direction
as we, but we are going faster, and will easily overtake them.
In half an hour we shall be within sight, and be able to
determine upon our course of action.”

Kennedy had again seized the glass, and was attentively
studying the group. They had become more visible ; some
of them were separated from the others.

“Tt is evident,” replied Kennedy, “that it is some
manceuvre being executed, or itis a hunt. They seem to
be chasing something. I should like to know what it is.”

“ Patience, Dick, we shall soon have come up with them,
and even passed them, if they continue to keep the same
course. We are going at twenty miles an hour, and no horse
can keep up such a pace as that.”

Kennedy resumed his scrutiny, and some minutes after-
wards he said:

“These Arabs are going at top speed—I can distinguish
them perfectly. There are about fifty of them—TI see
their bournous flying in the wind. It is cavalry exercise,
ee chiet is a hundred paces in front, and they are after

im,”
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‘“« Whatever they may be, we need not fear them; and, if
necessary, I can ascend.”

“ Wait—wait a moment, Samuel !”

“This is very odd,” added Dick, after examining the
troop anew ; “there is something that I do not understand.
In their headlong speed and the irregularity of their forma-
tion these Arabs have rather the appearance of pursuers than
followers.”

“ Are you sure of that, Dick ?”

“Tt is certain; I am not mistaken. It is a chase, but a
man-chase. It is not their chief they are pursuing, after all ;
it is a fugitive.”

“ A fugitive said Samuel, with emotion.

“Yes.”

“We must not lose sight of them—but wait.”

They quickly gained upon the troop, which was going,
nevertheless, at a great pace.

“Samuel, Samuel!” cried Kennedy, in a tremulous
voice.

“‘ What is it, Dick ?”

“Ts it a dream—is it possible ?”

“ What ?”

“Wait a second ;” and the Scot rapidly arranged the
glasses and looked again.

“ Well,” said the doctor.

“?Tis he, Samuel !”

“He!” exclaimed the latter. They both said “he ;”
there was no necessity to name him.

“Tis he on horseback, and scarcely a hundred paces in
advance of his enemies. He is flying from them.”

“It is Joe, indeed,” said the doctor, growing pale.

“He cannot see us in his flight,” said Kennedy.

“He shall very soon see us, then,” said the doctor,
lowering the flame of the blow-pipe.

“How?”

“Tn five minutes we shall be within fifty feet of the
ground, in fifteen close above him.”

“T had better fire a shot to attract his attention.”

“‘ No, he cannot retrace his steps ; he is cut off.”

‘‘ What is to be done, then ?”
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“Wait.”

“ Wait ! with those Arabs there ?”

“We shall catch them! We shall pass them! We are
only two miles distant, and provided Joe’s horse holds out.”

“ Great Heaven !” exclaimed Kennedy.

“What is it?”

Kennedy had uttered a cry of despair at beholding Joe
thrown to the ground. His horse, evidently exhausted and
worn out, fell beneath him.

“ He sees us!” cried the doctor; “he raised his arm as
a signal to us.”

“But the Arabs will take him! what is he waiting for!
Ah! the brave fellow! Hurrah!” cried Dick, who could no
longer contain himself.

Joe had immediately jumped up after his fall, and at the
moment when one of the foremost horsemen came riding
down upon him, he bounded up like a panther, avoided his
blow by a step aside, threw himself upon the horse, seized
the Arab by the throat in his muscular hands, and strangled
him, threw him upon the sand, and continued his headlong
course.

A simultaneous shout from the Arabs rent the air, but,
occupied in their pursuit, they had not observed the
Victoria” 500 paces behind them, and only thirty feet
above the ground. They were now within twenty lengths
of the fugitive.

One of them nearly approached Joe, and was about to
thrust his lance into his body, when Kennedy, with firm
eye and steady hand, stopped him neatly with a bullet, and
he rolled on the plain.

Joe did not even turn round at the report.

A portion of the troop halted, and fell on their faces in
the dust before the “ Victoria,” the remainder continued
the pursuit.

“ But what is Joe about? why doesn’t he stop ?”

“He knows better than to do that, Dick. I under-
stand him. He keeps going in the same direction as the
balloon. He depends upon us. Brave lad! We will take

him out of the very jaws of these Arabs. We are only fifty
paces off.”
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“What must be done?” asked Kennedy.

“ Put your gun aside.”

“ There it is,” said the Scot, as he laid it down.

“ Can you hold 500 lbs. of ballast in your arms?”

“ More than that.”

“No, that will be sufficient.”

And the bags of sand were then piled up by the doctor
upon Kennedy’s arms.

“‘ Now wait at the back of the car, and be ready to throw
all that ballast out at once. But, for your very life, do not
do so till I tell you.”

“ All right.”

“ Without that we cannot help Joe, and he will be lost.”

“You may depend upon me.”

The “ Victoria” was flying almost above the troop of
horsemen who were riding with loose reins after Joe. The
doctor in the front of the car held the ladder extended, ready
to launch it at the proper moment. Joe still kept about
fifty feet ahead of his pursuers. The “ Victoria” passed
them.

“ Attention !” cried Samuel to Kennedy.

“T am ready.”

“ Joe, look out !” cried the doctor in a ringing voice, as
he threw down the ladder, whose lowest rounds dragged up
the dust as they fell.

At the doctor’s summons, Joe, without checking his
horse, turned round. The ladder was close to him, and
in a moment he had caught it.

“Throw out the ballast !” roared the doctor.

“ Done,” replied Kennedy ; and the “ Victoria,” lightened
by a weight more than that of Joe, rose 150 feet into the
air.

Joe held on tightly to the ladder during its tremendous
oscillations ; then, making an indescribable gesture to the
Arabs, and climbing up with the agility of a clown, he
arrived at the car, where his companions received him in
their arms. The Arabs uttered yells of surprise and rage
when they perceived the “ Victoria” bearing away the fugitive,
and rapidly increasing her distance.

“ Master—Mr, Dick!” Joe had said, and, yielding to
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emotion and fatigue, he had fainted, while Kennedy, with
delirious joy, cried out ‘‘ Saved—saved !”

“Well—yes !” said the jdoctor, who had regained his
usual impassibility.

Joe was almost naked, his arms bleeding and his body
covered with wounds ; all these told of his sufferings. The
doctor dressed his hurts and laid him down in the tent.

Joe soon regained consciousness, and asked for a glass
of brandy, which the doctor did not refuse, Joe not being a
person to be treated like an ordinary individual. After
drinking it he shook hands with his two companions, and
declared himself ready to relate his adventures.

But they would not permit him to speak, and the
brave lad fell into a sound sleep, of which he was in great
need,

The “ Victoria” then took an oblique course towards
the west. In consequence of a strong wind, it arrived at
the confines of the thorny desert above the palm trees, bent
and torn by the tempest, and after having completed a
journey of 200 miles since Joe had been received on
board again, it passed the tenth degree of longitude to-
wards evening.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

The Route to the West—Joe Wakes—His Obstinacy—End of Joe’s
Adventures—Tagelel—Kennedy Uneasy—Route to the North—A
Night near Aghades.

THE wind dropped during the night, and the “ Victoria”
remained quietly at the summit of a large sycamore; the
doctor and Kennedy watched in turn, and Joe profited by
this arrangement to sleép soundly and uninterruptedly for
twenty-four hours.

“ That is what he wanted to set him up,” said Fergason ;
“Nature has taken upon herself to cure him.”

At daylight the wind again blew pretty strongly, but in

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gusts: it first came from the north, then from the south ;
but at length the “ Victoria” was driven to the westward.

The doctor, map in hand, noted the kingdom of Da-
maghou, an undulating region of wonderful fertility, with
its villages built of long reeds, entwined with branches of
the asclepia ; corn ricks were raised up in the small culti-
vated fields upon little platforms, to preserve them from the
attacks of mice and ants.

The balloon soon reached the town of Zinder, recog-
nisable by its vast square used for executions—in the centre
of which is the “ death-tree.” At the foot of this tree the
executioner watches, and whosoever passes beneath its shade
is immediately hanged.

When, consulting the barometer, Kennedy could not
help saying: “ Why, we are going up towards the north !”

‘What does that matter? If we get to Timbuctoo we
shall have no reason to complain. Never has a happier
journey been accomplished under more pleasant circum-
stances.”

“Nor in better health,” said Joe, who just then popped

-his ‘ cheety” face between the curtains of the tent.

“ Here is our brave friend,” cried Kennedy ; “our pre-
server. How do you feel now?”

“Much as usual, Mr. Dick, much as usual, thank you,
and as well as ever. There is nothing to set a man up like
a little pleasant travelling after a bath in Lake Tchad ; is it
not so, sir?”

“You are indeed a noble fellow,” replied Ferguson, as
he shook Joe by the hand. “What anxiety and fear you
have caused us !”

“Well, and you too. Can you believe that I was easy
about you : > You can boast of having given me a fine fright.”

“ We shall never understand each other, Joe, if you ‘take
things in that way.”

“T see that his fall has not changed him a bit,” said
Kennedy.

“Your devotion has been sublime, my lad; you have
saved us, for had the ‘ Victoria’ fallen into the lake nothing
could have extricated her.”

“But if my devotion, as you are pleased to call my
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somersault, has preserved you, have you not also saved
meP Since here we are, all three in good health, conse-
quently we have none of us any reason to reproach each
other, after all.”

“ The fellow is just as impassible as ever he was,” said
the Scot. ;

“The best way to understand each other,” said Joe, “i.
hot to talk about it. What is done, is done. Good or bat
it can never be recalled.”

“Mad as ever,” said the doctor, laughing. “ At least,
will you tell us your adventures ?”

“Tf you really desire it. But first I must get this plump
goose ready for cooking, for I perceive that Mr. Dick has
not been idle lately.”

“ Do as you say, Joe.”

“Well, then, we shall see how African game suits the
European stomach.”

The goose was quickly grilled over the flame of the blow-
pipe and soon afterwards eaten. Joe took his share like a
man who had eaten nothing for many days. After the usual
tea and grog he related his adventures, He spoke with
visible emotion, while he looked the incidents in the face
with his habitual philosophy.

The doctor could not refrain from pressing him by the hand
frequently when he perceived that the faithful servant had
been more concerned about his master’s safety than his own;
and referring to the phenomenon in the isle of the Biddio-
mahs, the doctor explained its frequent occurrence on Lake
Tchad.

At length Joe, continuing his recital, reached the time,
when, plunged in the marsh, he uttered that despairing cry
for assistance.

“T believed myself lost, sir,” he said, “and my thoughts
went forth to you. I began to struggle to rise, how, I will
not tell you. I had decided not to be swallowed up without
an effort, when at two paces from me I perceived the end of
a newly-severed cord. I made a last attempt, and by good
luck reached the cable. I pulled, it resisted. I hauled
myself along it, and finally reached ¢erra jirma. At the
other end of the cord was an anchor.”
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“ Ah, sir, I have indeed the right to call it the Anchor
of Hope. I recognised an anchor of the ‘ Victoria.’ You
had, then, landed at this place. I followed the direction
of the cord, which told me your route, and_ after much
exertion I drew myself out of the slough. I recovered my
strength with my courage, and I walked during part of the
night away from the lake. I arrived at length on the
border of an immense forest. There, in an enclosure,
some horses were feeding, unaware of my approach.
There are some moments when everyone can ride, is it
not so? I did not lose time in reflecting, I jumped on
the back of one of the animals, and we were soon flying
towards the north with great speed. I will not tell you
about the towns I did not see, nor the villages which
I avoided. No. I crossed cultivated fields, I cleared
the bushes, I leaped palisades, I pushed my horse to his
speed. I got excited, my spirits rose. I reached the
border of the desert. Good; that suited me. I could
see before me more plainly. Hoping always to catch sight
of the ‘ Victoria’ waiting for me. Butno! About three
hours after I fell in, like a fool, with an Arab encampment.
Ah, what a chase that was! You see, Mr. Kennedy, a
hunter never knows what a hunt is till he has been chased
himself; and if you will take my advice do not try it. My
horse fell from fatigue, the Arabs were close upon me, I
tumbled down, but soon jumped behind an Arab horseman.
I did not intend it, and I hope he bears me no malice for
having throttled him. But I had seen you—you know the
rest. The ‘Victoria’ followed me closely, and you picked
me up flying like a knight, playing at the quintain and bear-
ing off the ring. Was I not right to depend upon you, eh,
Mr. Samuel? So that was easy enough. Nothing is more
natural. Iam ready to begin again if you will be in any
way benefited ; and so, as I said, sir, it is not worth speaking
about.”

“My brave Joe,” replied the doctor, with emotion,
“we were not wrong in trusting to your intelligence and
pluck.” :

“Bah ! sir, one has only to follow events, and you will
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be all right, The surest way is to take whatever comes as
it comes.”

During Joe’s narrative, the balloon had rapidly passed
over a large extent of country. Kennedy remarked a collec-
tion of huts on the horizon, and the doctor, referring to the
map, declared that it was the small town of Tagelel, in the
Damerghou.

“ Here,” he said, “ we shall strike Barth’s route, Here
he left his two companions, Richardson and Overweg. The
first followed the route to Zanzibar, the second to Maradi ;
and you recollect that Barth was the only one who returned
to Europe.”

“Thus,” said the Scot, tracing the course of the “ Vic-
toria”” on the map, “we are going to the north.”

“ Due north, my dear Dick.”

“ And are you not disturbed by so doing ?”

“ Why?”

“ That direction leads to Tripoli and the Great Desert.”

“Oh! we shall not go so far, my friend; at least, I hope
not.”

“ But where do you expect to stop P”

“‘ Well, Dick, have you no curiosity to visit Timbuctoo ?”

“ Timbuctoo !”

“ Certainly,” replied Joe, “it would be absurd to come
upon a journey to Africa without seeing Timbuctoo |”

“Vou will then be the fifth or sixth European who has
visited this mysterious town.”

“ Let us go to Timbuctoo.”

“Then we mnst get between the 17th and 18th degrees
of latitude, and there find a favourable breeze to carry us to
the west.”

“Good,” replied Kennedy, “ but have we not still a long
journey to make to the north ?”

“ About 150 miles.”

“In that case,” said Kennedy, “I shall get a little
sleep.”

“Do you also sleep, sir,” said Joe to the doctor, “you
have need of repose, for I have given you an immense
amount of watching.”
214 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

Kennedy lay down in the tent, but the doctor, who was
little affected by fatigue, remained at his post.

After about three hours the “ Victoria” was passing very
rapidly over astony tract of land with high mountains of
granitic formation. Some isolated peaks were 4,000 feet
high. Giraffes, antelopes, and ostriches bounded with sur-
prising agility amongst the acacias, mimosas, “ sonahs,” and
date-trees. After the sterility of the desert, vegetation
was regaining the upper-hand. It was the country of the
Kailouas, who conceal their faces by a cotton bandage like
their dangerous neighbours, the Touaregs.

At ten o’clock at night, after a splendid “run” of 250
miles, the “ Victoria” halted above an important town. By
the moonlight they could perceive that it was half in ruins,
some of the mosques were interlaced here and there with
broad bands of white light. The doctor made an obser-
vation by the stars, and found he was within the latitude of
Aghades.

This town, formerly a great commercial centre, had
already fallen into ruins at the time Doctor Barth visited it.

The “ Victoria,” unperceived, took the ground two miles
beyond Aghades, in a large field of millet. The night was
quiet, and day broke at five o’clock, when a gentle wind
began to impel the balloon towards the west and even a
little southwards. Ferguson was very anxious to profit by
this good fortune. He rose rapidly and fled away along
the extended beams of the rising sun,



CHAPTER XXXVIIL

Rapid Travelling—Prudent Resolutions—Caravans—Continual Rain—
Gas—The Niger — Golberry — Geoffroy— Grey— Mungo Park—
Laing—René Gaillé—Clapperton—John and Richard Lander,

Tue 17th of May passed quietly and without incident.
The desert was again encountered, a moderate wind im
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pelled the “ Victoria” to the south-west, it deviated neither
to the right nor left, and its shadow was traced in a direct
line upon the sand.

Before his last departure the doctor had taken care to
replenish his store of water. He was afraid of not being
able to obtain water in those countries infested by the
Touaregs Aouelimmimen. The plain, about 1,800 feet
above the level of the sea, depressed towards the south.
The travellers having crossed the route ftom Aghades to
Mourzouk frequented by caravans, arrived in the evening
in 16° lat. and 4° 55’ long., having had a long and mono-
tonous journey of 180 miles. During that day Joe cooked
the last head of game, which was very summarily prepared.
He sent up a most appetising little supper of /rochette of
snipe. The wind being favourable, the doctor resolved to
continue his journey by night, as the full moon was shining
brightly. The “Victoria” rose to 500 feet, and during this
night journey of about 60 miles, an infant’s slumber would
not have been disturbed.

On Sunday there was another change in the wind, viz.,
to the north-west. Some ravens were perceived, and further
off a flock of vultures, who fortunately kept aloof.

The sight of these birds induced Joe to compliment his
master upon his idea of two balloons,

“Where should we be now,” said he, “if we had had
but one envelope? ‘This second balloon is like a ship’s
launch ; in case of shipwreck, one can always take to it for
safety.”

“You are right, my friend, only my launch makes me a
little nervous, it is not like the ship.”

“ What do you mean?” asked Kennedy.

“TI say that the new ‘ Victoria’ is not up to the old one.
Whether the tissues have been stretched, or whether the
gutta-percha is melted with’ heat of the serpentine, I am
aware of a certain escape of gas. This is not much matter
at present, but it is appreciable ; we have a tendency.to fall,
and to keep us up I am obliged to dilate the hydrogen toa
greater extent.”

“Whew !” cried Kennedy, “ I don’t see any remedy for
that |”
216 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“There is none, my dear Dick. That is the reason we
are pressing on, and even at night.”

“ Are we far from the coast?” asked Joe.

“What coast, my lad? We cannot tell where chance
may lead us ; all I can say is, that Timbuctoo is 400 miles
to the west.”

“ And what time shall we take to get there ?”

“Tf the wind do not drop, I expect to see the town on
Tuesday afternoon.”

“ Then,” said Joe, pointing out a long train of men and
beasts on the plain, “ we shall arrive before that caravan !”

Ferguson and Kennedy leaned over, and saw a vast
multitude ; there were more than 150 camels of the kind
which, for twelve golden “ mutkals,” march frou Timbuctoo
to Tafilet, with a load of 500 Ibs.

These camels of the Touaregs are of the best breed.
They can travel from three to seven days without water, and
for two days without food ; their speed excels that of horses,
and they obey the commauds of the “ khatir,” or leader of
the caravan. They are known in the country by the name
of “ Mehari.”

Such were the details furnished by the doctor, while his
companions were studying this multitude of men, women,
and children, travelling over the yielding sand with difficulty.
The wind effaced their traces almost as soon as they had
passed.

Joe asked how it was that the Arabs succeeded in guiding
themselves in the desert, and reaching the wells so sparsely
scattered throughout the immense solitudes.

“The Arabs,” replied Ferguson, ‘have naturally a
wonderful instinct for finding their way—where a European
would be entirely puzzled an Arab would not hesitate ;
a small stone, a pebble, a tuft of grass, a shadow, the
difference in the sand, will suffice for their safe direction.
During the night they guide themselves by the polar star ;
they do not travel more than two miles an hour, and rest
during the great heat of the day; so you can calculate what
time they take to traverse the Sahara, a desert more than
goo miles long.”

The “Victoria” had by this time disappeared from the
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wondering gaze of the Arabs, who envied her her rapid
progress. In the evening the three travellers came to
long. 2° 20’,* and during the night they made more than
another degree.

On Monday the weather changed completely, It rained
tremendously. They were obliged to put up waterproof to
resist this deluge, and the consequent increase of weight in
the balloon and the car. This continual rain accounted for
the marshes and swamps, which spread over the surface of
the country. Here vegetation reappeared, with mimosas,
baobabs, and tamarinds. ,

Such was Souray, with its villages roofed in the shape of
Arminian caps. There were few mountains, but hills suffi-
cient to make ravines and reservoirs, over which the guinea-
fowl and snipe skimmed; here and there an impetuous torrent
crossed the road. The natives crossed these by passing
hand over hand from one branch to another of the over-
hanging trees. The forests now gave place to jungles, in
which sported the alligator, hippopotamus, and rhino-
ceros. i

“Tt will not be long before we see the Niger,” said the
doctor, “the country usually alters in the neighbourhood of
large rivers, These moving roads, as they have been
rightly termed, first brought vegetation,. and subsequently
civilisation. Thus in its course of 2,500 miles, the Niger
has sprinkled on its banks the largest cities in Africa.

“ Ah !” said Joe, “that reminds me of the story of the
great admirer of Providence, who extolled the great care
which had sent rivers flowing through great cities !”

At midday, the “ Victoria” passed over a small town of
wretched-looking huts, called Gao, which had been for-
merly a celebrated capital.

“Twas here,” said the doctor, “that Barth crossed the
Niger on his return to.Timbuctoo. This was a famous
stream in old days—the rival of the Nile, to which Pagan
superstition gave celestial origin. Like the Nile, it has
occupied the attention of travellers for ages, and like it, also,
has claimed numerous victims.”

* Meridian of Paris,
218 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

The Niger, with a wide stream, ran with great rapidity
southwards ; but the travellers, carried along, as they were,
could scarcely note its curious windings.

“J wish to speak about this river,” said Ferguson ; “ it
is already at some distance. Under the names of Dhiouleba,
Mayo, Egghirreon, Quorra, and others, it flows through an
enormous tract of country, and rivals the Nile in length.
All its titles signify simply ‘The River,’ according to the
language of the region through which it flows.”

“ Has Doctor Barth followed this route?” asked Kennedy.

“No, Dick; when he departed from Lake Tchad he
visited the chief towns of Burnou, and crossed the Niger
at Say, four degrees below Gao. He then penetrated into
the midst of the unexplored region enclosed by the bend of
the Niger, and after eight months of unheard-of suffering,
he arrived at Timbuctoo, where we shall be in three days if
the wind lasts like this.”

“Tas the source of the Niger been discovered ?”
asked Joe.

“Long ago,” replied the doctor. ‘The discovery of
the Niger and its effluents attracted numerous expedi-
tions, of which I can mention the principal ones. From
1749 to 1758 Adamson surveyed the river and visited
Goree. From 1785 to 1788, Goldberry and Geoffroy
penetrated the deserts of the Senegambia and ascended
as far as the Maures country, where Saugnier, Brisson,
Adam, Riley, Cochelet, and many others, were murdered.
Then there was the celebrated Mungo Park, the friend
of Walter Scott, and a Scot likewise. Sent out by the
African Society of London, in 1795, he reached Bambarra
and the Niger, marched 500 miles with a slave dealer, dis-
covered the Gambia river, and returned to England in 1797.
On the 30th January, 1805, he started again with Anderson,
his brother-in-law, Scott, the draughtsman, and thirty-five
soldiers, revisited the Niger on the roth August, but by that
time, owing to fatigue, privation, ill-treatment, bad weather,
and an unhealthy country, only eleven out of forty Europeans
remained alive. On the 16th November the last letters of
Mungo Park reached his wife, and a year later they learnt,
through a merchant, that the unfortunate traveller, having
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reached Boussa on the Niger, on the 23rd December, his
boat was upset in the rapids, and that he had been murdered
by the natives.

“And did not his sad fate deter others ?”

“On the contrary, Dick, for then they had not only
to explore the river but to find the travellers’ papers.
In the year 1816, an expedition was organised in
London, in which Major Gray took part, which arrived
at Senegal, penetrated into Fonta Djallon, visited the
Foullahs and Manduignes, and returned to England with-
out having achieved anything further. In 1822, Major Laing
explored all the western part of Africa, bordering upon the
British possessions, and it was he who first reached the
sources of the Niger, and according to his report the source
of this immense river is only two feet wide!”

“ All the easier to jump over!” said Joe.

“Yes, easy enough,” replied the doctor. “If we can
credit tradition though, whoever attempts to jump over this
source is immediately swallowed up in the act, and whoever
wishes to draw water there is pushed away by an invisible
hand.”

“T suppose we needn’t believe all that unless we like?”
said Joe.

“Just as you please. Five years later Major Laing
journeyed across the Sahara and penetrated up to Tim-
buctoo, and was strangled some miles beyond it by the
Oulad-Shiman, who wanted him to become a Mussulman.”

“ Another victim !” said Kennedy.

“Then a brave young fellow undertook, with his limited
resources, and actually succeeded in making the most won-
derful of modern journeys. I refer to the Frenchman, René
Caillé. After frequent trials in 1819 and 1824, he set out
anew upon the roth April, 1827, from Rio Nunez; on the 3rd
August he arrived at Timé, so completely exhausted, that he
could not resume his journey for six months. He then
joined a caravan, and protected by his oriental costume,
reached the Niger on the roth March, entered the town of
Jeuné, took boat on the river and descended it as far as
‘Timbuctoo, where he arrived on the 3oth April.

“ Another Frenchman, Imbert, in the year 1670, and an
220 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

Englishman, Robert Adams, in 1810, had perhaps beheld
this curious town ; but René Caillé is entitled to the credit
of being the first European who brought back authentic
reports. On'the 4th May he left that queen of the desert ;
on the gth, he visited the very place where Major Laing
had been killed; on the rgth, he arrived at El-Eraouan,
and left that flourishing town to cross, amid a thousand
dangers, the vast solitudes included between the Soudan
and the northern regions of Africa. At length he reached
Tangier, and on the 28th September he embarked for
Toulon. So, in nineteen months, notwithstanding one
hundred and ninety days of sickness, he had crossed Africa
from west to north. Ah! if Caillé had been born in
England he would have been honoured as the greatest
traveller of modern times—as the equal of Mungo Park.
But in France he is not sufficiently appreciated.”

“He was a brave fellow. What became of him?”
asked Kennedy. :

He died at the age of thirty-nine, worn out by fatigue.
It was thought reward sufficient to award him the prize of
the Geographical Society in 1828; the greatest honour
would have been paid him in England. Finally, while he
was occupied in this wonderful journey, an Englishman
started on the same enterprise, with as much courage, but
not the same good fortune. This was Captain Clapperton,
the companion of Denham. In 1829, he entered Africa by
the west, at the Gulf of Benin; he took up the traces of
Mungo Park and Laing, found in Boussa the documents
relating to the death of the former traveller, and arrived at
Sackatou on 2oth August, where he was kept a prisoner, and
subsequently died in the arms of his faithful follower,
Richard Lander.

“And what became of this Lander?” asked Joe, who
was much interested.

“ He regained the coast and returned to England, bring-
ing with him the captain’s papers, and an exact account of
his travels. He then offered his services to the Government
to complete the survey of the Niger.

“ His brother John joined him, and these two, from 1829
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to 1831, re-descended the Niger from Boirssa nearly to its
mouth, describing it village by village, and mile after
mile.”

“Then these brothers escaped the usual fate?” said
Kennedy.

“Yes, for the time at least, but in 1833 Richard under-
took a third journey to the Niger, and was killed by an
unknown hand close to the mouth of the river. So you
see, my friends, that this country which we are traversing
has witnessed noble acts of devotion, which have but too
often met with their reward in death |”

CHAPTER XXXIX.

The Bend of the Niger—Curious Views of Mount Hombori—Kabra—
Timbuctoo—Plan of Dr. Barth—Ruin—Where Heaven pleases !

Durine the monotony of the journey on Monday, Doctor
Ferguson took pleasure in giving his companions many
details respecting the country they were passing over. The
flat ground offered no obstacle to their progress. ‘The only
care the doctor had was caused by the north-west wind,
which blew strongly, and carried them away from Timbuctoo.

The Niger, having turned towards the north as far as
that town, curves roundly, and falls into the Atlantic in a
great stream. In the bend the country is very varied—
sometimes of luxurious fertility, sometimes of great barren:
ness—uncultivated plains succeed fields of maize, which, in
their turn, are followed by vast heath-covered tracts, All
kinds of aquatic birds, pelicans, teal, kingfishers, live in
-hundreds on the borders of the torrents and pools.

A Tourag camp appeared from time to time, in which
the women did the work and. milked their camels and
smoked like so many chimneys.
222 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

The “ Victoria,” at eight o’clock p.m., had got more than
200 miles to the west, and the travellers were then witnesses
to a magnificent sight.

Some of the moon’s rays were bursting through the
clouds, and glintiig among the rain-drops, fell upon the
chain of Mount Hombori. Nothing could be more strange
than those crests of basaltic appearance. Their profiles
stood out in fantastic outlines against the cloudy sky—they
might be likened to the legendary ruins of a town of the
middle ages, or, as in dark nights, the icebergs of the Frozen
Ocean appear to the astonished beholder.

“There is a site for the ‘Mysteries of Udolpho,’” said
the doctor; “Mrs. Radcliffe could not have depicted
these mountains under a more terrible aspect.”

“Faith,” replied Joe, “I should not care to walk at
night alone in this ghostly country. If it were not so
heavy we might carry all this place into Scotland. It
would do very well on the border of Loch Lomond, and
tourists would rush in hundreds to see it.”

“ Our balloon is not large enough to admit of your idea
being carried into execution. But it seems to me that our
direction is changing. All right; the sprites of the place
are rather amiable in sending us a breeze from the south-east,
and putting us in a proper direction.”

In fact the “Victoria” then resumed her route more
to the north, and on the morning of the 2oth it passed
above a network of canals, torrents, and rivers, a conca-
tenation of the tributaries of the Niger. Many of these
canals were covered by thick grass like prairie grass. Here
the doctor found out Barth’s route when he embarked to
descend to Timbuctoo. Of great breadth, at this point the
Niger flows between its banks rich with crucifers and tama-
rinds ; gazelles bounded away in troops, plunging their long
curled horns into the high grasses, where the alligators lay
watching silently for their prey.

Long files of asses and camels, loaded with goods from
Jeuné, were forcing their way under the thick trees. An
amphitheatre of small houses appeared at the bend of the
river; on the roofs and terraces was collected all the pro-
vender received from the neighbouring districts.
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“There is Kabra,” cried the doctor, joyfully. “It is
the port of Timbuctoo, the town is not five miles dis-
tant.”

“ Are you satisfied now, sir?” asked Joe.

“ Delighted, my lad.”

“So much the better,” said Joe.

In two hours, the “Queen of the Desert,” the mysterious

Timbuctoo—which at one time possessed, like Rome and
Athens, its professors and philosophers—unfolded _ itself
before the travellers’ eyes.
' Ferguson perceived that Barth’s plan of it was correct
in its minutest detail. The town describes a vast triangle
upon a plain of white sand. The apex is towards the north.
There is nothing in the neighbourhood but a little grass,
some mimosas, and stunted trees.

As for the appearance of Timbuctoo, its streets were
narrow, and bordered with one-storied houses made of
bricks, and huts of straw and reeds ; the former of a conical
shape, the latter square. Over the terraces some of the
inhabitants were lazily extended, robed in gaudy colours,
lance or musket in hand.

No women, however, were visible at that hour.

“ But it is said they are beautiful,” added the doctor.
“Do you see the three towers of the three mosques, which
are all that are left of a great number. The town is much
divested of its former splendour. At the apex of the
triangle rises the Mosque of Sankore, with its ranges of
galleries supported by arcades of a very pure style. Further
on is the quarter of Saua Gungu, the mosque of Sidi Yahia,
and some two-storied houses. There are no palaces nor
monuments. The sheik is only a trader, and his residence,
a shop.”

“Tt appears to me,” said Kennedy, “that there are some
broken ramparts.”

“They were destroyed. by the Foullanes in 1826, when
the town was larger by a third ; for Timbuctoo, since the
eleventh century, was an object coveted generally, and
belonged successively to the Touaregs, to the Sourayens, to
the Marocuins, and Foullanes; and this great centre of
civilisation, where a savant named Ahmed Baba possessed,
224 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

in the sixteenth century, a library of 1,600 manuscripts, is
now nothing but a warehouse for the commerce of Central
Africa.

The town appears to be given up to carelessness ; it is
impregnated with the supineness which is epidemic even
with decaying cities. Great heaps of rubbish were piled up
in the outskirts, and these, with the market hill, formed the
only undulations of the ground.

As the “ Victoria” passed by there was some little move-
ment; the drums were beaten, but scarcely had the last
learned man had time to observe this novel phenomenon
when the travellers, impelled by the wind from the desert,
were wafted along the river, and Timbuctoo was nothing
more than a souvenir of their rapid journey.

“Now,” said the doctor, “ Heaven may guide us where
it pleases.”

“ Provided it be towards the west,” replied Kennedy.

“ Well,” said Joe, “if it should happen to us to be sent
back the way we have come, and to cross the ocean to
America, that would not trouble me.”

“We must first have the power to do so, Joe.”

“ And how is that wanting ?”

“Gas, my boy; gas. The ascensional force of the
balloon is sensibly diminishing ; and we shall have to use
great care to reach the coast. I shall even be compelled
to throw out ballast. We are too heavy.”

“Such are the results of doing nothing, sir. By lying
here all day, like a sluggard, in a hammock, we get fat and
heavy. ‘It is a lazy journey ; and when we return we shall
find ourselves very stout.”

“These are remarks worthy of Joe,” replied Kennedy.
‘But wait until the end: how do you know what Heaven
has in store for us? Weare still a long way from the ter-
mination of our journey. Where do you expect to touch
the coast, Samuel ?”

“T should be puzzled to answer, Dick; we are at the
mercy of variable winds, but I shall consider it fortunate if
we reach Sierra Leone or Portendick. We may meet friends
in those neighbourhoods.”
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“And glad to shake hands with them; but are we
following the desired route ?”

“Scarcely, Dick ; look at the compass ; we are tending
south towards the sources of the Ni iger.”

“We shall have a capital opportunity to discover them
then, if they have not been already explored,” said Joe. “Is
it the etiquette not to find any more of them ?”

‘No, Joe; but:be easy. I hope not to go so far.”

At nightfall the doctor threw out the last sacks of ballast.
The “ Victoria” rose ; the blow-pipe, although in full action,
could scarcely maintain her. She was then at sixty miles to
the south of Timbuctoo, and next day saw the travellers
on the borders of the Niger, not far from Lake Debo.



CHAPTER XL,

Uneasiness of Ferguson—Still to the South—A Cloud of Locusts—View
of Jeuné—View of Sego—Change of Wind—Joe’s Regrets.

THE course of the river was divided by large islands, and
in those narrow branches it ran with a swift current. On
one of these islets some shepherds’ huts were erected, but
it was impossible to take the exact bearings, for the
speed of the “ Victoria” kept increasing. Unfortunately it
inclined more to the south, and very soon passed over Lake
Debo.

Ferguson sought for other currents at different elevations,
but in vain. So he abandoned the attempt, which had still
more diminished the gas, as the dilation pressed it against
the failing envelope of the balloon.

He said nothing, but began to feel very uneasy. The
obstinate wind blowing to the south had overturned all his
calculations. He did not know what to think. If he did
not reach English or French territory, what would become
of them in the midst of the barbarians infesting the coast of
Guinea? How could they obtain a vessel to take them

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thence to England? And the actual direction of the wind
was hurrying them towards the kingdom of Dahomey,
amongst the most savage tribes, at the mercy of a king who,
at public displays, sacrifices thousands of human victims.
There they would be lost.

On the other hand, the balloon was rapidly falling, and
the doctor felt it, However, the weather cleared a little,
and he hoped that the termination of the rain would bring
about a change in the atmospheric currents.

He was disagreeably reminded of the circumstance by
Joe saying :

“Well, the rain is heavy enough, but this time there is
going to be a deluge, if we may judge by the cloud now
approaching us.”

“ Another cloud !” said Ferguson.

“ A regular big fellow this time,” replied Kennedy. s

“T have never seen such an one,” replied Joe; “it
seems to have been laid out with rule and line.”

“T can breathe again,” replied the doctor, putting down
the telescope. “It is not a cloud after all.” rr.

“What ?” exclaimed Joe.

“No, it is a swarm ——”

“ Well?”

“ A swarm of locusts.”

“ That a swarm of locusts ?”

“Yes, of millions of locusts, which pass over the ground
like a waterspout, and very unfortunately for the district, for
if they alight it will be devastated.”

“T should like to see that.”

“Just wait a little, Joe; in ten minutes we shall have
met the cloud, and then you can judge for yourself.” 7

Ferguson was right; this thick cloud, extending for
many miles, came upon them with a deafening noise, casting
an immense shadow on the ground. It proved ‘to be an
innumerable host of those grasshoppers known as field-
crickets. At a hundred paces from the “ Victoria” they
alighted upon a green expanse ; a quarter of an hour later
the mass again took flight, and the travellers could then
perceive that the trees and bushes were completely stripped
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—the fields looked as if they had been mown. Not evena
severe winter could do more damage.

“Well, Joe?”

“Well, sir, it is extraordinary, but quite natural.
Though the locust is small, the numbers make him im-
portant.”

“Ttis a terrible calamity—worse than hail i in its effects,”
said Kennedy. |

“And it is impossible to guard against them,” said
Ferguson. “The natives sometimes have conceived the
idea of burning the forests, even the crops, in order to
arrest the flight of these insects; but the leading files flew
into the flames and actually extinguished them by mere
force of numbers, so that the rest passed in safety. Happily,
in these countries, there is a compensation for their ravages
—the natives catch and eat them with avidity.”

“They are the shrimps of the air, which,” said Joe,
“as an experience, I regret not having tasted.”

The country became more swampy as they proceeded ;
the forest gave place to isolated tufts of trees; upon the
banks of the river they perceived some tobacco plantations,
and marshes thick with grass. On a large island was the
town of Jeuné, with the two towers of its mosque built of
mud, which gave harbour to hundreds of swallows, whose
nests exhaled a most unpleasant smell. The tops of trees
appeared between the houses, and even during the night
the town seemed very busy. Jeuné is really a very indus-
trious town, and furnishes Timbuctoo with all its needs ;
its boats and its caravans transport thither the various pro-
ductions of its industry.

“Tf it would not have prolonged our journey too much,”
said the doctor, “‘I should have made an attempt to descend
in this town. We might see more than one Arab who had
travelled to France or England, and who is not unacquainted
with our method of locomotion. But it would not be
prudent.”

“We can call again during our. next excursion,” said
Joe, laughing.

“ Besides,” continued the doctor, “if I do not mistake,

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the wind has a tendency to blow from the east. We cannot
afford to lose such a chance.”

The doctor threw overboard some useless articles—
empty bottles, and an old preserved meat box—he thus
succeeded in raising the “ Victoria” into a zone more
suitable for his plans. At 4 A.M. the first rays of the
sun lighted up Sego, the capital of Bambana, easily to be
‘known by the four towns composing. it, its Moorish
mosques, and the continual movement of the ferry-boats
used in transporting the occupants to the various quarters.
But the travellers were not more seen than they themselves
saw, and fled rapidly and directly to the north-west, as the
doctor’s fears calmed down by degrees.

“Two days more in this direction, and at this pace, will
see us at the Senegal River,” said he.

“Ina friendly country?” asked Kennedy.

“Not altogether; at a pinch, if the ‘ Victoria’ fail us,
we must gain some French settlement. But if we can hold
on for a couple of hundred miles, we shall arrive at the east
coast comfortably.”

“ And that will be the end of it,” said Joe. “So much
the worse. If it were not for the telling of it, I should
never wish to put foot on earth again. Do you think people
will believe us, sir?”

“Who knows, my brave Joe? However, there is one
indisputable fact. Thousands of people witnessed our de-
parture from one side of Africa, and thousands will see us
descend on the other.”

“Tn that case it will be difficult to doubt our having
crossed the continent.”

“ Ah, sir,” replied Joe, with a deep sigh, “I shall often
regret that golden ore. Look what weight it would have
given to our narratives.
I should have had a pretty big crowd to listen to and even to
admire me.”
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CHAPTER XLI,

The Approaches to the Senegal—The “‘ Victoria” falls by Degrees—
Everything thrown out — The Marabout, Al-Hadji— Pascal,
Vincent, Lambert — A Rival of Mahomet—High Mountains—~—
Kennedy’s Rifles—Joe’s Manceuvre—Halt over a Forest.

On the 27th of May, at 9 A.M., the country presented a
new aspect. The long slopes rose into hills which promised
mountains. It was necessary to cross the chain which
separated the basins of the Niger and Senegal, and deter-
mine the fall of the waters to the Gulf of Guinea or Cape
Verd.

As far as Senegal the country is reported as dangerous.
Doctor Ferguson knew that, from the reports of his prede-
cessors—they had suffered a thousand privations and en-
countered a thousand dangers amongst these barbarians.
The deadly climate carried off the majority of Mungo Park’s
companions. Ferguson was therefore more than ever -de-
cided not to set foot upon this inhospitable soil.

But he had not a moment’s rest. The “Victoria” was
settling down in a most unmistakable manner. It became
necessary to throw out a number of articles more or less
useless, and particularly when there was a mountain to be
cleared.

This continued for more than 120 miles ; they got tired
of ascending and descending. ‘The balloon, like the stone
of Sisyphus, kept falling back continually. The contour of
the balloon already was losing its roundness, and the wind
hollowed out large “‘ pockets” in its loose covering.

Kennedy could.not help remarking this.

“Ts there a hole in the balloon?” he asked.

“No,” replied the doctor ; “but the gutta-percha has
evidently become softened by the heat, and the hydrogen
escapes.”

“ How can we prevent that ?”

“It is impossible to do so. Let us lighten the balloon ;
it is our only way. Throw out all we can spare,”
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“But what?” asked the Scot, looking round the half-
denuded car.

“ The tent—it is very heavy.”

Joe, whom this order concerned, mounted above the
rim which fastened the cords to the netting, and quickly
detached the thick curtains and threw them down.

“There is a treat for a whole tribe of negroes,” he said.
“ There is sufficient to clothe a million of them; they are
very sparing of the material.”

The balloon rose a little, but it soon became evident that
it again was approaching the ground.

“ Let us descend, and see if we cannot repair the enve-
lope,” said Kennedy.

“T tell you, Dick, we have no means to repair it.”

“ Well, what are you going to do?”

“We will sacrifice everything not absolutely indispens-
able. I wish at all cost to avoid a halt in these regions,
The. forests we skimmed just now are nothing but dens.”

' “What, of lions or hyenas?” asked Joe.

“ Worse than that—of men, and the most cruel men in
Africa.”

“ How do you know that?”

“From travellers who have preceded us; then the
French who occupy the colony of Senegal, have had deal-
ings with the neighbouring tribes. Under Colonel Faid-
herbe a reconnaissance was made into the country ; officers,
such as Pascal, Vincent, and Lambert, have brought back
the precious documents of their expeditions. They explored
the country formed by the bend of the Senegal, where war
and pillage have left only ruin.”

“ How did it come to pass ?”

“This way. In 1854 a marabout,-of Fouta, named
Al-Hadji, said he was inspired by Mahomet, and incited all
the tribes to war against the infidels, viz., the Europeans.
He carried desolation and destruction between the Senegal
and its effluent the Falune. Three bands of fanatics, guided
by him, marched through the country with fire and sword.
He even advanced -into the valley of the Niger to the town
of Sego, which was threatened for a long time, In 1857 he
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went up northwards and invested Fort Medina, built by the
French on the banks of the river. This place was defended
by a hero, Paul Holl, who for many months, without food
or supplies, held out till Colonel Faidherbe came to his
rescue. Then-Al-Hadji and his band repassed the Senegal
and returned into Koarta to continue their rapine and
murder. Now this is the country to which he has fled with
his troops of bandits, and I assure you I would rather not
fall into their hands.”

“We shall not do so,” said Joe, “if we have to sacrifice
our boots to lighten the ‘ Victoria.’ ”

“ We are not far from the river,” said the doctor; “but I
foresee our balloon will not carry us even so far.”

“ Tf we arrive on the banks, that will be something,” said
Kennedy. :

“ That is what we must try to do,” said the doctor ; “ but
one thing worries me.” ,

‘“‘ What is that >”

“We have to cross some mountains, and that will be a
difficult operation, since I cannot increase the ascensional
force of the balloon, even by the greatest possible
heat.”

“ Wait,” said Kennedy, “ we shall see.”

“ Poor ‘ Victoria !’” said Joe. “I am as attached to it
as a sailor to his ship, and I shall not leave it without
regret. It is not what it was at the outset, certainly; but
then we need not speak evil of it. It has done us excel-
lent service, and it will break my heart to abandon it.”

“Rest assured, Joe, if we do abandon it, it will be
against our will. It will serve us to the best of its ability.
I only ask for twenty-four hours longer.”

“Tt is exhausted,” said Joe, looking at it carefully ; “it
is ‘done up,’ its life has departed. Poor balloon !”

“Tf I mistake not,” said Kennedy, “I can see the
mountains of which you spoke, Samuel.”

“Those are they, no doubt,” said the doctor, having
examined them with his glass. ‘They appear to me to be
very high; we shall have some trouble to clear them,”

“ Cannot we avoid them ?”
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“T do not think so, Dick ; look at the extent of them,
nearly half the horizon.”

“ They seem to enclose us on all sides,” said Joe.

“We must cross over them,” said the doctor.

These dangerous obstacles appeared to approach with
extreme rapidity, or rather the “ Victoria” approached them,
and she must ascend at any risk.

“Empty our water-cask,” said Ferguson, “we have
enough for to-day.”

“Tt is done,” said Joe.

‘Ts the balloon relieved at all?” inquired Kennedy.

“A little, about fifty feet higher,” replied the doctor, who
did not take his eyes from the barometer, “but that is not
sufficient.”

The peaks now appeared ready to fall upon the travel-
lers, who were very far from the tops. The water for the
blow-pipe was then thrown out, they only kept a few pints,
but this was still insufficient.

“We must pass them,” said the doctor.

“Throw out the chests, they are empty,” said Kennedy.

“ Out with them.”

“There they go,” said Joe, “it is to die by inches.”

“ As for you, Joe, don’t you attempt to repeat your de-
voted act of the other day. Whatever happens, swear you
will not leave us !”

“ All right, sir, we will not separate.”

The “ Victoria” had regained a good height, but the
mountain peak still overlooked her. It was a straight edge,
which terminated in a regular peaked rampart. It was then
more than 200 feet above the travellers.

“In ten minutes our car will be in contact with those
rocks if we cannot pass them.”

“Well, then, Mr. Samuel,” said Joe.

“ Keep only the pemmican, throw out all the rest.”

The balloon was again lightened by about fifty pounds, it
rose sensibly, but not far, and not above the mountains.
The situation was terrible. The “Victoria” was going at a
great rate, and the expected shock they knew would break
her to pieces.
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The doctor looked round the car. It was almost
empty.

“If necessary, Dick, you must throw the guns out.”

“‘ Sacrifice my rifles!” exclaimed the Scot.

“My friend, if I ask you, it will only be when abso-
lutely necessary,”

“ Samuel !”

“ The arms and ammunition may cost us our lives,”

“We are close now,” cried Joe.

“Ten fathoms !”

The mountain was then ten fathoms higher than the
“Victoria.”

Joe took the rugs, and the boxes of ammunition, and,
without telling Kennedy, threw them over.

The balloon rose and passed the dreaded peak, the silk
caught the sun’s rays overhead, but the car was still below
the rocks, against which it must inevitably be broken.

“Kennedy, Kennedy!” cried the doctor, “throw out
the arms, or we are lost.”

“ Wait, Mr. Dick,” said Joe, “wait a moment!” And
Kennedy, turning round, saw him disappear over the side
of the car.

“Joe! Joe!” he cried.

“ Unhappy man !” exclaimed the doctor.

The top of the mountain was at this place about twenty
feet wide, and the other side was less steep. The car arrived
at the edge of this plateau, and glided along upon the
pebbles, which were ground beneath it.

“We are passing—we are passing—we have passed !”
cried a voice which made Ferguson’s heart bound.

The brave Joe was holding on by his hands to the
bottom of the car and ran along the summit of the moun-
tain, thus relieving the balloon of his weight ; but he was
obliged to hold very tightly, for the balloon was inclined to
escape him.

When he reached the opposite side, and the precipice
opened before him, Joe, by a vigorous effort, raised himself
up, and, clutching the cordage, remounted beside his com-
panions,
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“Tt was not more difficult than that,” he said. .

“My brave Joe—my friend!” exclaimed the doctor,
with emotion.

“Tt was not for you I did it,” said Joe, “it was for Mr.
Dick’s rifle. I have owed him something ever since that
affair with the Arab. 1 like to pay my debts, and now we
are quits,” added he, handing the sportsman his favourite
gun. “I should have been very sorry to have seen you
separated.”

“Kennedy shook him warmly by the hand without speak-
ing.
The “Victoria” had only to descend, which was not
difficult. It was soon within 200 feet of the ground and in
equilibrium. The earth showed traces of convulsion, and
presented many hillocks very difficult to avoid at night
with a balloon not under control. Night fell rapidly, and,
notwithstanding his objections, the doctor was constrained
to halt till morning.

“We will search for a favourable place,” said he,

“ Ah,” replied Kennedy, “ you have decided at last ?”

“Yes, I have been thinking of a plan which I am
about to put into execution. It is only six o’clock. We
have plenty of time. Throw out the grapnels, Joe.”

Joe obeyed, and the two anchors hung suspended from
the car.

“T see a vast forest,” said the doctor, “we shall run
above it, and make fast to some tree. I would not consent
to pass the night on the ground for anything.”

“Why cannot we descend?” asked Kennedy.

“For what reason? I repeat it would be dangerous to
separate. Besides, I require your aid in a difficult
operation.”

The “ Victoria” skimmed the tops of the trees, and did
not fail to “pull up” quickly ; the anchors had caught, the
wind fell as evening advanced, and the balloon remained
almost motionless above the vast extent of foliage formed
by the tops of the forest of sycamores,
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CHAPTER XLIL

A Generous Dispute—A Last Sacrifice—The Dilating Apparatus—
acer Skill—Midnight— The Doctor on Guard — Kennedy’s
atch—He Sleeps—Fire !~—The Cries—Out of Reach,

Docror FERGUSON ascertained his position by the obser-
vation of the stars, and found that he was scarcely twenty-
five miles from the Senegal.

“ All that we can do, my friends,” said he, pointing to
the map, is to cross the river; but as there are no boats we
must cross it in the balloon, and for that purpose we must
lighten it still more.”

“ But I do not see how we can,” replied Kennedy, who
was anxious on the score of his guns, “unless one of us
decide to sacrifice himself and remain behind ; and as it is
my turn, I claim that honour.”

“Why,” cried Joe, “is it not my place?”

“Tt is not a case of throwing yourself down, my friend,”
said Kennedy; “but to gain the coast of Africa on foot ;
now I am a good walker, a sportsman.”

“ T will never agree to that,” said Joe.

“Your generous contention is useless, my brave friends,”
said Ferguson. “TI trust we shall not be put to such straits ;
besides, in case of necessity we must not separate at all;
we must cross the country together.”

“ Be it so,” said Joe, “a little walk will do us good.”

~“ But first,” said the doctor, “ we must do our utmost to
lighten the ‘ Victoria.’ ”

“ By what means ?” asked Kennedy. ‘I am curious to
know.”

“We must throw away the dilating apparatus, the
Buntzen pile, and the coil; in that there is nearly goo lbs.
weight to drag with us.”

“ But, Samuel, how then shall you obtain the expansion
of the gas ?”

“T shall not obtain it, We must do without.”
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cc But—— ”

“Listen to me, my friends. I have calculated to a
nicety what ascensional force is left in the balloon. It is
sufficient to carry us with the few articles still remaining ;
we weigh scarcely 500 lbs., including those two grapnels,
which I wish to keep.”

“My dear Samuel,” replied the Scot, “you are more
competent than we in such cases—you are the best judge.
Tell us what we ought to do, and we will do it.”

“J am of course at your orders, sir.”

“T repeat, my friends, grave though the decision may
be, we must sacrifice our apparatus.”

“ Let us sacrifice it,” said Kennedy.

“ Let us go to work, then,” said Joe.

It was by no means an easy matter, it was necessary to
remove the apparatus piece by piece. First the “ mixing ”
chest was got up—then the blow-pipe, and at last the chest
in which the decomposition of the water took place. It
required the united strength of the travellers to remove the
recipients from the bottom of the car in which they were
firmly let in; but Kennedy was so powerful, Joe so skilful,
and Ferguson so ingenious, that they succeeded at last.
The various pieces were successively thrown overboard, and
they disappeared, making large fissures in the foliage of the
sycamores.

“The negroes will be considerably astonished,” said Joe,
“at seeing such articles in the woods; they will, very likely
make idols of them,”

At last they were obliged to remove the pipes fastened
in the balloon, and which had been attached to the ser-
pentine. Joe cut the joints of the india-rubber some feet
above the car, but as to the pipes it was more difficult, for
they were fixed at the upper end by brass -wire to the rings
of the safety-valve itself.

It was at this juncture that Joe displayed his skill; with
bare feet, so as not to tear the envelope, he ascended by
the netting, and, notwithstanding the oscillation, climbed up
to the top of the balloon. There, after much difficulty,
holding by one hand to the slippery surface, he detached
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 237

the screws which fastened the pipes. They were then
easily taken down through the lower part of the balloon and
the apertures hermetically fastened up. The “ Victoria,”
thus relieved of a considerable weight, rose in the air and
tugged hard at the anchors.

At midnight this work was successfully accomplished,
with much labour, however. A hasty repast was eaten,
consisting of pemmican and cold grog, for the doctor had
no heat to put at Joe’s disposal.

Joe and Kennedy were overcome with fatigue.

“Lie down and sleep, my friends,” said Ferguson. “I
will take the first watch. At two o’clock I will wake
Kennedy ; at four Kennedy will wake Joe ; at six we shall
be off, and may Heaven guard us through this last
day |!”

Without saying anything, the doctor’s two companions
lay down at the bottom of the car and slept profoundly.

The night was calm; some clouds passed over the
moon, whose rays at that time scarce broke the obscurity.
Ferguson, leaning against the car, looked about in all
directions ; he steadily watched the dark carpet of foliage
which lay spread beneath and intercepted his view of the
ground. The least noise appeared to him suspicious, and
he sought for reasons for even a trembling of the leaves.
He was in that over-excited state of mind which solitude
renders more nervous, and in which all kinds of vague
terrors arise.

At the termination of a similar journey, having overcome
all obstacles, at the moment of success, fears are so strong,
emotions so great, that the point of arrival seems to disap-
pear altogether.

Besides, the situation offered nothing reassuring in the
midst of a barbarous country, and with means of transport
which, in fact, might fail at any moment. The doctor did
not rely absolutely upon his balloon, the time had passed
in which he could manceuvre it fearlessly.

With these impressions upon him the doctor believed he
could hear vague murmurs in that vast forest, and fancied
he perceived a fire rapidly flitting between the trees. He
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kept his gaze fixed, and levelled his night-glass in the same
direction, but nothing appeared, and the silence was most
profound.

Ferguson had doubtless been under a delusion, he
listened without hearing the slightest sound. The period
of his watch having now expired, he woke Kennedy,
enjoined upon him the utmost vigilance, and lay down
beside Joe, who was sleeping soundly.

Kennedy lit his pipe and rubbed his eyes, which he

could scarcely keep open. He leant his elbows upon the
corner of the car, and smoked vigorously to keep himself
awake. ;
The most absolute silence reigned around, a gentle
breeze moved the tops of the trees, and swayed the car ina
most sleep-inviting manner, which Kennedy could scarce
resist. He struggled against the feeling, opened his eyelids,
looked steadily into the darkness with lack-lustre eyes, and
at length yielding to fatigue he fell asleep.

How long was he thus? He could not tell when he
woke, for he was suddenly disturbed by an unexpected
crackling.

He rubbed his eyes and jumped up. An intense heat
scorched his face. ‘The forest was in flames,

“Fire, fire!” he cried, scarcely understanding what had
happened.

“His two companions got up.

“What is the matter?” asked Ferguson.

“Tire!” cried Joe. ‘ But who——”

At this moment yells arose beneath the burning trees.

“Ah! the savages,” cried Joe, “they have fired the
forest to burn us, no doubt.”

“The Talibas, the marabouts of Al-Hadji, depend upon
it,” said the doctor.

The “Victoria” was regularly surrounded by fire, the
crackling of the dead wood was mingled with the hissing of
the green branches, twining plants, leaves, all the living
vegetation was embraced in the destructive element. On
all sides an ocean of flame only was visible. Great trees
stood out against the glow with their branches covered with
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burning embers. This burning mass was reflected upon the
clouds, and the travellers appeared enveloped in a globe of
fire.

“ Let us fly !” cried Kennedy ; “let us get out! it is our
only chance of safety.”

But Ferguson stopped him with a firm hand, and with a
trenchant blow he severed the grapnel-ropes. The flames,
leaping up towards the balloon, were already licking its
sides, but the “ Victoria,” freed from its bonds, rose more
than 1,000 feet into the air.

Horrible yells resounded through the forest, mingled
with the loud reports of firearms, but the balloon, wafted
by a current which had arisen with daybreak, continued
her journey towards the west.

Tt was 4 o’clock A.M.



CHAPTER XLII.

The Talibas—The Pursuit—A Wasted Country—Moderate Breezes—
The ‘‘ Victoria ” falls—The Last Provisions—The Bounds of the
“‘Victoria”—The Defence—The Wind freshens—The River Senegal
—The Cataracts of the Gouina—Hot Air—Crossing the River.

“Tr we had not taken the precaution to lighten the balloon
last night, ” said the doctor, “we should have been lost past
recovery.”

“That shows the benefit of doing things in time,” said
Joe, “so we have escaped, and nothing is more natural.”

“We are not out of danger yet,” replied Ferguson.

“What do you fear now?” asked Dick; “the ‘ Vic-
toria’ cannot descend without your permission, and when it
should do so.”

“When it should do so !—look !”

The border of the forest was passed, and the travellers
could descry about thirty horsemen clothed in wide trousers,
and bournous floating in the air. Some were armed with
lances, others with long muskets. They pursued the
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“Victoria,” which was going along slowly, at a hand-
gallop.

At sight of the travellers they raised savage cries and
brandished their weapons—their anger and menaces were to
be read in their sunburnt faces, rendered more ferocious by
the short but bristling beard. They passed easily over the
low plains and gentle declivities that descend to the Senegal.

“They are indeed the cruel Talibas,” said the doctor,
“the ferocious marabouts of Al-Hadji. I would rather be
in a forest in the midst of wild beasts, than in the hands of
those men.”

“ They have not the most amiable appearance, certainly,”
said Kennedy, “and they are powerful fellows too.”

« Happily, the ruffians cannot fly ; there is always some
consolation,” said Joe.

“ Do you see those ruined villages, those burnt houses?
that is their handiwork ; and where at one time were culti-
vated pastures, they have now left nothing but sterility and
devastation.”

‘* At any rate, they cannot touch us here,” said Kennedy,
“and if we can put the river between us, we shall be safe.”

“Quite so, Dick, but we must not fall,” said the doctor,
looking at the barometer.

“Tn any case, Joe, it will do no harm to look to our
arms.”

“ That will not hurt us, certainly, Mr. Dick ; we now find
what a good thing it was not to have thrown them away.”

“T trust I shall never part with my rifle,” said Ken-
nedy. And he loaded it carefully, for some ammunition
still remained.

“ At what height a are we now ?”

“ About 750 feet,” replied Ferguson; ‘ but we have no
means left to seek a favourable current, and in ascending
or descending we are entirely at tle mercy of the balloon.”

“That is a pity,” replied Kennedy, “the wind is so
light, and if we had only met a storm similar to that a few
days ago, we should soon give these robbers the slip.”

“ They are following us at their ease,” said Joe; “it is
only gentle exercise for them.”
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 241

“Tf we were within range,” said Kennedy, “I could
amuse myself by dismounting a few of them.”

“Yes; but they might also have the range,” said Fer-
guson, “and our ‘ Victoria’ offers an excellent mark for
their long musket bullets, and if they were to tear the silk,
I leave you to judge what our fate would be.”

The Talibas continued their pursuit all the morning.
About 11 A.M. the travellers had made fifteen miles towards
the west.

The doctor scanned the smallest cloud on the horizon.
He feared a change. If they should happen. to be driven
towards the Niger, what would become of them? More-
over, the balloon was visibly sinking ; since their departure
it had already lost more than 300 feet, and the Senegal
was still twelve miles away, and at the pace they were
travelling it would take three hours to reach it.

At this time their attention was attracted by renewed
yells. The Talibas were pressing their horses forward.
The doctor consulted the barometer and perceived the
cause of these cries.

“We are descending,” said Kennedy.

“Ves!” replied Ferguson.

“ The devil !” said Joe.

In about a quarter of an hour the car was not more
than 150 feet from the ground, but the wind was blowing
more strongly now.

The Talibas spurred their horses, and soon a volley
of musketry rent the air.

“Too far, you idiots!” cried Joe. “We had better
keep those scamps at arm’s length,” and taking aim, he
fired. One of the Talibas rolled on the ground; his
companions pulled up, and the “ Victoria” thus gained
a little.

“ They are prudent,” said Kennedy.

“Because they believe themselves sure of us,” said
the doctor, “and they will succeed if we descend any
lower. We must absolutely ascend.”

“What is there to be thrown over ?” asked Joe.
242 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

“ All the pemmican that is left. We can thus get rid of
30 lbs. weight.”

‘“‘ There ; it is gone, sir,” said Joe.

The car, which had been almost touching the ground,
ascended again amid the cries of the Talibas; but, half an
hour later, the “ Victoria”, redescended rapidly—the gas
pouring from the folds of the silk. The car soon touched
the ground ; the adherents of Al-Hadji hastened towards it ;
but, as happened before, scarcely had it touched the earth
when the “ Victoria” bounded about a mile farther on.

“We shall not escape after all!” cried Kennedy in a
rage.

“ Throw out the brandy, Joe,” cried the doctor; “and
the instruments—everything of any weight, and our last
anchor. We must do it.”

Joe threw away the barometers and thermometers, but
these were not much, and the balloon, which had gone up
for an instant, soon fell to earth again.. The Talibas came
flying after it, and were not 200 yards distant now.

“ Throw away two of the guns,” said the doctor.

“Not until I have discharged them, at least,” replied
Kennedy.

Four successive shots pierced the crowd of horse-
men—four Talibas fell amid the frantic raging of the
troop.

The “Victoria” ascended once more, it bounded
immense distances, like a great india-rubber ball. A strange
sight was that of these unfortunate men seeking to escape by
means of these gigantic leaps, and the balloon, Anteeus-like,
seemed to derive new strength each time it touched the
earth. But the end must come. It was nearly noon. The
“ Victoria” shuddered and collapsed ; the envelope became
“flabby” and loose; the plaits of the taffetas distended,
rubbing against each other.

“Heaven has abandoned us,” said Kennedy. “We
must fall.”

Joe did not reply—he looked at his master.

“No !” said the latter, “ we have still 150lbs, to throw
away.”
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. 243

“ What next ?” cried Kennedy, thinking the doctor had
Jost his senses.

“The car,” said Ferguson. ‘We must lash ourselves
to the netting, we can hold on to the meshes, and thus
reach the river. Quick, quick !” /

And these resolute men did not hesitate to seize such a
chance of safety. They suspended themselvés to the
meshes, as the doctor had suggested, and Joe, holding by
one hand, with the other cut the cords that fastened the
car; it fell at the moment the balloon was definitely
lost.

“ Hurrah, hurrah !” he cried, as the balloon rose again
300 feet into the air.

The Talibas spurred their horses to full speed, but the
“ Victoria” encountering a stronger breeze, left them behind,
and sailed rapidly away towards a hill which bounded the
horizon in the west.- This was a very favourable circum-
stance for the travellers, as they could pass over it, while the
band of Al-Hadji would be obliged to take a détour towards
the north to get round it.

The three friends held tightly to the netting, they had
tied it beneath their feet, and so it formed a resting-place.

After having cleared the hill, the doctor suddenly ex-
claimed—* The river, the Senegal !”

There, at two miles’ distance, was the river rolling along
in its wide bed. The opposite bank, low and fertile, offered
a safe retreat and a convenient spot upon which to descend.

“Tn another quarter of an hour we shall be saved,”
cried Ferguson.

But it was not to be. The empty balloon fell by degrees
upon a spot almost denuded of vegetation. There were long
slopes and stony plains, a few bushes, and thick grass, dried
up by the heat of the sun.

The “Victoria” touched the ground many times, and
rebounded, but less and less each time. At last it caught
by the upper part of the net to the high branches of a
baobab-—-an isolated tree in the midst of this desert region.

“ Tt is all over,” said Kennedy.

“ And within a hundred paces of the river,” said Joe,
244 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

The three unfortunate travellers descended, and the
doctor dragged his two companions to the Senegal.

At this moment they heard a long sullen roar proceeding
from the direction of the river, and when they reached the
bank Ferguson recognised the cataracts of Gouina. Not a
boat upon the river—not a living being to be seen.

The Senegal, 2,000 feet wide, fell here a height of 150 feet
with a sonorous roar. It flowed from east to west, and
the line of rocks that barred its course stretched from
north to south. In the midst of the fall the rocks assumed
strange forms, like some antediluvian animals petrified in
the midst of the water.

‘The utter impracticability of this gulf wasevident. Ken-
nedy could not restrain a gesture of despair.

But Doctor Ferguson with his old energy cried out, “ All
is not yet lost!”

“J know that well,” replied Joe, with that confidence in
his master that never deserted him.

The sight of the dry grass had inspired the doctor with a
bold idea. It was the only chance of safety. He drew his
companions rapidly towards the balloon.

“We are at least an hour ahead of those robbers,” he
said; “let us lose no time, my friends ; collect a quantity of
this dry grass, at least 100 lbs. weight.” .

“ Tor what purpose?” asked Kennedy.

eT have no more gas, so I will cross the river by means
of hot air.”

“Ah! my brave Samuel,” cried Kennedy, “ you are in-
deed a great man.”

Kennedy and Joe set to work, and soon an enormous
heap of grass was collected close to the tree. Meantime
the doctor had enlarged the opening at the lower part of the
balloon and had taken care to let all the hydrogen escape
by the valve; he then piled some of the dry grass under the
envelope and set fire to it.

A short time suffices to dilate a balloon with hot air; a
heat of 180° is sufficient to diminish the weight of the air
one-half by rarefaction, so the “Victoria” soon began to
reassume her rounded appearance, ‘There was no lack of
FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON. — 245

grass, the fire was kept up by the doctor, and the balloon
swelled visibly.

It was then a quarter to 1 P.M.

At this moment, two miles to the north, the Talibas re-
appeared ; their cries and the galloping of their horses were
distinctly heard.

“In twenty minutes they will be here,” said Ken-
nedy.
‘ More grass, Joe! more grass! In ten minutes we shall
be high in the air.”

“There is the grass, sir.”

The “ Victoria” was two-thirds filled.

“ My friends, hold on to the netting as before.”

“ All right,” said Kennedy.

In about ten minutes some lunges of the balloon gave
indication that she would soon be off.

The Talibas approached, they were scarcely 500 paces
distant. ,

“ Hold tight,” cried Ferguson.

“ Never fear,” said his companions.

The doctor’s feet pushed more grass into the fire. The
balloon, completely filled by the increase of temperature,
rose up, brushing the branches of the baobab as it
went.

“We're off !” cried Joe.

A volley of musketry was the reply, one bullet even
grazed Joe’s shoulder; but Kennedy, holding by one hand,
discharged his rifle with the other, and an enemy fell.

Cries of rage, impossible to describe, accompanied the

scent ; the balloon rose to nearly 800 feet. A rapid wind
then seized it, and it oscillated dangerously, while the brave
doctor and his friends were obliged to contemplate the
cataracts opening beneath them.

Ten minutes afterwards, not a word having been
exchanged in the interval, the intrepid travellers descended
gradually towards the other bank of the river.

There, surprised and alarmed, stood a group of men
wearing the French uniform. ‘Their astonishment may be
guessed when they saw a balloon rising from the opposite
246 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON,

bank of the river. They fancied it a miracle. But their
officers, a lieutenant of marines, and a second lieutenant,
were aware, from the accounts in the European papers, of
the bold attempt of Doctor Ferguson, and they told the
facts to their companions.

The balloon collapsed by degrees, and was falling with
the brave travellers holding to the netting,—they were
doubting whether they should ever reach land, when the
Frenchmen rushed into the river and received the three
Englishmen in their arms at the moment when the “ Victoria”
sank at some distance from the bank.

“ Doctor Ferguson ?” cried the lieutenant.

“The same,” replied the doctor, quietly, “and his two
friends.”

The Frenchman carried the travellers to the bank, while
the balloon, still slightly inflated, was borne by the rapid
current, like an immense ball, over cataracts of the Gouina.

“ Poor ‘ Victoria !’” said Joe.

The doctor could not repress a tear. He opened his
arms, and he and his friends embraced.each other, under the
influence of the emotion which affected them all,

CHAPTER XLIV.

Conclusion—Official Report—The French Colony—Méddine—The
Basilisk—St. Louis—The British Frigate—Return to London,

Tue expedition which had fallen in with the travellers
had been sent by the governor of Senegal. It was com-
posed of two officers, M. Dufraisse, a lieutenant of marines,
and M. Rodamel, a second lieutenant, with a sergeant and
seven men. For the last two days they had been engaged
in seeking the most favourable situation for the estab.ish-
ment of a station at Gouina, when they were witnesses of
the arrival of Doctor Ferguson,
FIVE WEERS IN A BALLOON. 247

One can easily imagine the congratulations which were
extended to the travellers. The French being in a position
to testify to the accomplishment of the bold design, natu-
tally became witnesses for Doctor Ferguson, when he asked
them to testify officially to his arrival at the cataracts of
Gouina.

“You will not refuse to sign an official statement, I
daresay ?” thefdoctor said to Lieutenant Dufraisse.

“IT am ready, whenever you please,” replied the
latter. :

The English were conducted to a guard-house on the
bank of the river, where they experienced the greatest atten-
tion, and were well entertained. There was drawn up the
official testimony, which is in the archives of the Geogra-
phical Society to this day.

“ We, the undersigned, declare that on the said day, we
saw arrive here, suspended to the netting of a balloon,
Doctor Ferguson, and his two companions, Richard Ken-
nedy and Joseph Wilson. The said balloon fell at a few
yards distant from us into the river, and was carried away
by the current over the cataracts of the Gouina. In testi-
mony whereof we have hereto set our names. Done at the
cataracts of the Gouina on this twenty-fourth day of May,
one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two.

“ (Signed) SAMUEL FERGUSON,
RICHARD KENNEDY,
JosEPpH WILSON.
DurraissE, Lreutenant.
RopameL, Second Lieutenant,
Durays, Serjeant.
FLIPPEAU,

Mayor,

PELISSIER,

Lorols, Soldiers,
RASCAGNET,

GUILLON,

LEBEL,
248 FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

Here terminated the wonderful journey of Dr. Fer-
guson and his brave companions. They found themselves
amongst friends, in the midst of hospitable tribes, and
with whom communications with the French stations are
frequent.

They reached the Senegal on Saturday, 24th May, and
on the 27th they reached Médine, situated upon the river a
little more to the north. Here the French officers received
them with open arms, and extended to them all the hos-
pitality in their power. It was found that the travellers
could embark almost immediately in the steamer Basilisk,
which was going down the river.

Fourteen days afterwards, on the roth June, they reached
St. Louis, where the governor welcomed them heartily ; they
had by this time quite recovered from their fatigues. Joe
told all who would listen to him that :

“Tt was not much of a journey after all, and if any one
is anxious for excitement I would not advise him to under-
take such an one; it becomes tedious at last, and indeed,
without the adventures on Lake Tchad and at the Senegal,
I verily believe we should have died of ezzu7.”

An English frigate was about to sail, and the three
travellers were taken on board. On the 25th June they
arrived at Portsmouth, and on the following day they reached
London.

We shall not attempt to describe the welcome they re-
ceived from the Royal Geographical Society, nor the cor-
diality of their general reception. Kennedy set out for
Edinburgh with his famous rifle to reassure his old house-
keeper of his existence.

Doctor Ferguson and his faithful Joe are still the same,
although an unknown change has come upon them ; they
have become friends—no longer master and servant.

The European journals were unanimous in their praises
of the explorers, and the Daily Telegraph issued 977,000
copies on the day they published an extract from the
journals of the voyage.

Doctor Ferguson read the account of the expedition at
a public meeting of the Royal Geographical Society, and
FIVE WEEKS IN (4 BALLOON. 249

the Gold Medal was bestowed upon him and his two com-
panions, for having achieved the most remarkable expedi-
tion of the year 1862.

The journey of Doctor Ferguson has been designed to
state in the most precise manner the facts and statements
established by Barth, Burton, Speke, and others. Thanks
to the actual expeditions of Speke and Grant, Heuglin and
Munzinger, who ascended to the sources of the Nile, where
they spread towards the centre of Africa, we shall soon be
able to record Doctor Ferguson’s own discoveries in that
immense territory comprised between the fourteenth and
thirty-third degrees of longitude.

THE END.

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Naomi; or, The Last Days of Jerusalem, By Mrs,
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Dante’s Divine Comedy. Translated | by. H. W.
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‘Hogg on the Microscope. With 500 Illustrations
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Robinson Crusoe. With 110 Plates by J. D, Wart-
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Sheridan Knowles’ Dramatic Works.

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Shipwrecks and Disasters at Sea. By W.H.G.

Kincston. With more than roo Illustrations,

The Adventures of Robinson Playfellow, a Young
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Bab Ballads. By W. S. GILBERT. With Illustra-
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Travelling About. By Lady BARKER. With Six
Plates and 5 Maps,

Pepper’s Boy’s Play-book of Science. 400 Plates,
D’Aulnoy’s Fairy Tales. Translated by PLANcCHE,
Perrault’s Fairy Tales. Translated by PLANCHE, &c,

Pepper’s Play-book of Mines, Minerals, and
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An Illustrated Natural History. By the Rev. J. G. 1
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The Playfellow. By HARRIET MARTINEAU. With
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The English at the North Pole. By JuLzs VERNg.
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The Field of Ice. By JULES VERNE. 129 Illustra-
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The Adventures of Johnny lronsides. 115 Plates.

ROUTLEDGE’S BRITISH POETS.
EDITED BY REv. R. A. WILLMOTT,
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Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Illustrated by 5 0
CorBoutp, +_ ~

Kirke White. Illustrated by BIRKET FosTER.

Southey’s Joan of Arc, and Minor Poems,

Herbert. With Life and Notes by the Rev. R. A.
WiL_morTrT.

Longfellow’s Complete Poetical Works. With
Illustrations. Fcap, 8vo.

Burns’ Poetical Works. [Illustrated by JouN
GILBERT.

Fairfax’s Tasso’s Jerusalem Delivered. Illus-
trated by CoRBOULD.

Crabbe. Illustrated by BIRKET FOSTER,

Moore’s Poems. Illustrated by CorBoULD, &c.

Byron’s Poems. Illustrated by GILBERT, WoLrF,
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Campbell’s Poetical Works. Illustrated by W.
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Lover’s Poetical Works. With a Portrait.

Rogers’ Poetical Works. With a Portrait.

Dryden's Poetical Works. With a Portrait, &c.

Mrs. Hemans’ Poems.

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History of. British India. -

Lilian’s Golden Hours. By
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Boy’s Treasury of Sports
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The Wits and Beaux of
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Entertaining Knowledge. ‘

Pleasant Tales.

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The Pillar of Fire.

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White sHistoryof England.

The Winborough Boys.
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5 0 Walter Crane's: Picture. Book. Containing 64
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Routledge’s Coloured A B C Book. Containing
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.
Routledge’s Scripture Gift Book. Containing ‘The 5 °

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“The History of
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Routledge’s Picture

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The Pet Lamb Pictune Book. conning the

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The Robinson Crusoe Picture Book.
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Locks,” an

and ‘‘ #sop’s Fables.”

Golden

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All well Illustrated, and bound in an entirely New Binding,
expressly designed for them,

Life of Richelieu. By 17”.
Robson. .
Monarchs of the Main.
By Walter Thornbury.

Roger Kyffyn’s Ward. By
W.H. G. Kingston,

The Man o’ War's Bell.
By Lieut. C. R. Low.

The Orville College Boys,
By Mrs. Henry Wood.

Wonderful Inventions. By
Fohn Timbs. ;

fEsop’s Fables. With
Plates by #. Weir.

The Illustrated Girl’s Own

Treasury.

List OF THE SERIES.
The Boy’s Own Country 4 6

Book. By Miller.

The Forest Ranger. By
Major Campbell.

Pleasures of Old Age.

Tales upon Texts. By the
Rev. H. C. Adams,

Pictures from Nature. By
Mary Howittt. 3

Stephen Scudamore the
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Hunting Grounds of the
Old World.

Watch the End, By
Thomas Miller.



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Tllustrations.

Every Little Boy’s Book. By EDMUND RouTLEpcE.

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4 é Robinson Crusoe.

Sandford and Merton,
Evenings at Home.

Swiss F; amily Robinson.
Edgeworth’s Popular

Tales,
- ~ Moral‘ Tales.
‘Parent’s. As-



sistant.
-——E arly Lessons,
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Axerg Bf The. Wide, Wide. ;
‘| Don “Quixote for ‘Boys’
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Melbourne House.

Queechy.

Ellen Montgomery’ s Book-
shelf. :

The Two Schoolgirls.

‘The Pilgrim's Progress. E

Gulliver’s Travels.

Andersen’s ‘Fairy Tales.

The Arabian Nights.

The enue of Robin
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The War Trail.

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Sketches and, Anecdotes
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Grimm?’s Home Stories...

Animal Traits and Charac-
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Wood. 5

My Feathered Friends,
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Schoolboy Honour. . By
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Red Eric. By R.A. Bal-
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Louis’ School- -Days. :

Wild, Man of the West.
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Dashwood Priory. By Z.

FH. May.

Freaks on the Fells. By
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Lamb’s' Tales from Shak-
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Rob Roy. By James Grant.

Johnny Jordan. By dé,
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Ernie setion, at Home and
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Lost Among the Wild Men.

Percy’s Tales of the Kings
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Boys of Beechwood.“ By
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Papa’s Wise Dogs.

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Huw thomne, 's Wonder

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Little Ladders to Learning.
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Boyhood of Great Men.
Footprints of Famous
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Tales of Charlton School.:
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Our Domestic Pets. _ By

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Old Tales for the Young.
Harry Hope’s Holiday.
Boy Life Among the

Indians.

Old .Saws_new. Set... By..
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The White Brunswickers.
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Uncle Tom’s Cabin,

Tom Dunstone’s Troubles.
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“ A , Trap to Catch a Sun-
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Jack of the Mill. By W.
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Dick Rodney. By Hames
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Jack tard By Sames

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Edgar Clifton.

Stepping Heavenward,
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Opening a Chestnut Burr.

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What Might Have been
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The Golden Rule.
Lillieslea,

The Village Idol.

The Doctor’s Ward.
Through Life and for Life.
Tell Mamma.

Little Women.

Heroines of History.
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Miss Roberts’ Fortune,

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Out of the Heart: Spoken to the Little Ones. By
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Happy Days of Childhood. | Hop o’ My Thumb.
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For List, see e Onenny duvenilce on pane 26.

LITTLE LADDERS 10 LEARNING,

Each Illustrated with 125 Woodcuts by Joun GiLBERT, HARRISON
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Things In-doors.

What we Eat and Drink.
Animals and their Uses.
Birds and Birds’ Nests.
Fishes, Butterflies, and

F ;
Trees, “Shrubs, and”

Flowers.

City Scenes. te 06
Rural Scenes,

Country Employments.

How Things are‘ made.
Soldiers.and Sailors,

Science and Art.

Geography and Costume.




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Routledge’s Murserp Literature,

| ROUTLEDGE’S PENNY TOY BOOKS.

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containing the 12 sorts, rs.

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10 A, Apple Pie. Jack the Giant Killer.
The Three Bears, The Cats’ Tea Party.
Nursery Songs. The Dogs’ Dinner

i My Mother. Party.
z This Little Pig. Nursery Rhymes.
Farmyard A B C. Robin Redbreast,

Red Riding Hood.

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Pictures, boards,

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Baby. Red Riding Hood.
Mother Hubbard.
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ROUTLEDGE’S THREEPENNY TOY-BOOKS..

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Cinderella. The Dogs’ Dinner Party. 0 3
My First Alphabet. My Mother. :
Old Mother Goose. The Cats’ Tea Party.
Babes in the Wood. More Nursery Rhymes.
This Little Pig went to | Robin Redbreast.

Market. A, Apple Pie.
ine oe aoe who | Railroad A BC.

2 ived ina oe, : Nursery Songs.
Little Bo-peep. Nursery Ditties.
Nursery Rhymes. Punch and Judy,
Farmyard Alphabet. Our Pets
ae am the Beanstalk Puss in Boots.

ohn Gilpin.
Old Mother Hubbard, | Hittle Red Riding Heod,

Three Bears.
The Housethat Jack Built, | ame “nimals.

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Bible Alphabet. The Enraged Miller. 06
Nursery Alphabet. The Hunchback. :
Little Totty. How Jessie was Lost.

Puck and Pea-Blossom. Grammar in Rhyme.

Old Woman and her Pig. | * Baby’s Birthday.

A, Apple Pie. * Pictures from the Streets.

Tom Thumb’s Alphabet. | * Lost on the Sea-Shore.
Picture Alphabet. * Animals and Birds.

Arthur’s Alphabet. on Aude Fancy Dress

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Railroad Alphabet.

Alphabet for Good Boys | A “Child's Evening Party.
and Girls. Annie and Jack in London. eta |

The Seaside Alphabet. One, Two, Bucklemy Shoe.

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SIXPENNY Toy- Booxs—continued.

s. &,
* Greedy Jem and his Littie!
Brothers,
Oe Farm ° Yard _Alpha-

Hep o’ my Thumb.
Beauty and the Beast.
Mother Hubbard.
* Happy Daysof Childhood.
Little Dog Trusty. vod
The Cats’ Tea Party. ::
Wild Animals.
British Animals.’ t
* The eree who would a.
Wooing
* The Faithless Parrot.
* The Farm Yard. .
Horses.
Old Dame Trot. :
Sing a Song. of Sixpence.
The Waddling Frog.
The Old Courtier.
Multiplication Table.
Chattering Jack.
King Cole.
Prince Long Nose,

* Mary’ s New Doll.

* When the Cat’s Away:
* Naughty Puppy.
* Children’s Favourites.

‘Little Minnie’s Child Life,

King Nutcracker.

King Grisly Beard.

Rumpelstiltskin.

The Fairy Ship.

Adventures of Puffy.

This Little Pig went to
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King Luckieboy’ s Party.

Aladdin. :

Noah’s Ark Alphabet.

Domestic Pets.

Nursery Rhymes.

My Mother.

The Forty Thieves,

The Three Bears,

Cinderella.

Valentine and Orson.

Puss in Boots.

‘Old Mother Hubbard.

The Absurd A B.C..,

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1 o Nursery Rhymes.
Alphabet of Trades.
* Cinderella,
Old Testament. Alphabet.
The Three Little Kittens.
au ctl of Five Little

Tom “Thumb's ‘Alphabet.
Nursery Songs. « .



The Cats’ Tea Party,
Baby. :
Henny-Penny.
Peacock at Home.
Sleeping Beauty.

The Toy Primer
The Pet Lamb.

The Fair One with the
Golden Locks.

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‘New. Testament Alphabet. |
-Our Farm Yard Alphabet. -

The History of Moses.
The History-of Joseph.
The Alphabet of:Flowers.
The Life of Our Lord.
_The Three Bears.

Little Red Riding Hood.

* New Tale of a Tub.
Nursery Tales. -° - ~
Old Mother Hubbard.
Pictures from English His-

tory. -xst Period.
Ditto. 2nd Period.
Ditto. 3rd Period.
Ditto. 4th Period.
Puss in Boots,
Tom Thumb.

Babes in the Wood.
Jack and the Beanstalk.
The Laughable AB C,
My Mother.

The Dogs’ Dinner Party. -
Little Dog Trusty.

The White Cat.

Dash and the Ducklings.
Reynard the Fox.
Alphabet of Fairy Tales.
Tittums. and Fido. »
Anne and her Mamma.

» Jack the’Giant Killer.

Robinson Crusoe. --— * + ©

Cock. Sparrow... ..

~ Queer Characters. ~*

Esop’s Fables...
The Robin’s Christmas

Song. :
The Lion’s Reception.:

The Frog Prince." **
Goody Two Shoes.
Beauty and the Beast.

The A B C of Old Friends.

Ginger-bread.
Old Nursery Rhymes with

Tunes.

“The Yellow Dwarf.

Aladdin,

WiLp ANIMALS,

* Lion, Elephant, Tiger.

* Leopard, Bison, Wolf.

* Bear, Hyzena, Zebra.
* Hippopotamus, Rhino-

ceros, Giraffe.

TAME ANIMALS.

* Horse, Cow, Sheep.
* Donkey, Pet Dog, Goat.
. —e Guinea Pig,

[* Pig. ‘Bony, Cat.

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