Page 185 of 194 CHAPTER FORTY-SECOND. - Five Weeks in a Balloon

Frightful yells resounded through the forest, along with the report of fire-arms, while the balloon, caught in a current of air that rose with the dawn of day, was borne to the westward.

It was now four o'clock in the morning.

		"The loneliness is admired and desired when it's not suffered, but the human need of sharing things becomes evident." Carmen Mart n Gaite