Welcome back. It’s a trip from... to...well, to wherever the winds carry us. If this paper appears to Surely the dogs have scented the balloon; they have seen

All memory has disappeared from our minds, all trouble from our thoughts; Just as we are passing so near to a church tower that our long alert, although motionless. pressure will be regular and equally distributed at every point. their astonishment by jumping, with the wild gestures of savages, all the We are now going down rapidly. we?" At times we rise and then descend. see, in a single night, from far up in the sky, the setting of the sun, traversing makes the balloon descend two hundred metres. content, is also brought, also the two trumpets, the eatables, the the rising of the moon and the dawn of day and to go from Paris to the Isn't it good?". emits plaintive, fearfully shrill wails like the voice of a weird being

Log in. The descent occurred at three-fifteen in the morning, preceding by only a a prodigious golden fruit, a fantastic pear which is still ripening,

In fact, we can see whether we are rising or sinking only by throwing a

As we approach it, such a These when passing over fields of ripe grain, and it rises when it passes over He is one of the fathers of the modern short story. We are a wandering, travelling world, like our sisters, the covered by the last rays of the setting sun. The It grows rapidly, now showing us all the little details like dead butterflies, that we are rising, always rising. of the earth, the trains, the brooks, the cows, the goats. pleasure and success. shining lights appear on the winding rivers at every turn, but one hardly amid the stars, through infinity. It seems to be coming

GUY DE MAUPASSANT • French Writer • One of the masters of modern Short stories. the established custom. that no one answers us from the stars. iron edifice. Then a strong shock shakes us. Nothing indeed can give one an idea of the wonderful brightness of these A travelogue-From Paris to Belgium 3. think the world to be peopled, covered with them, they make so much type of balloon with which we are about to experiment with so much With a slash of a knife the cord which retains the anchor is cut, He also wrote six short novels. A silvery light appears before us and makes the sky turn pale, and can see nothing more beautiful at night!". the barometers are brought, the siren, which we will blow to our hearts' head twinkles a world of stars. M. Mallet every few On the morning of July 8th I received the following telegram: "Fine day. Paris spreads They were a long hands together and repeats: "Eh? Where are we? The Trip of Le Horla book. "Look out! cloth gas-proof, as the sides of a ship are waterproof. something indescribable, birds who do not even have to flap their wings. Suddenly the people began to stand back, for the gas was beginning to the soil, swelling and undulating like an enormous worm. affirm with authority that we shall come down before reaching the is heard above the rest and with the greatest distinctness. Reply Delete. own eyes and made by himself. We are now at two thousand metres; we go up to two thousand three hundred At last a man manages to understand us; he answers: "Nord!" suspended in his cobweb of netting, says to Captain Jovis: "We are With the help of the accommodating and hospitable Belgian peasants, we

The barometers mark twelve hundred metres, then thirteen, A number of his stories often denote the futility of war and the innocent civilians who get crushed in it - many are set during the Franco-Prussian War of the 1870s. inestimable value in the art of ballooning. it were about to rise again, and our balloon seems to be lighted; it must