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    One November night in the year 1782, so the story runs, two
    brothers sat over their winter fire in the little French town of
    Annonay, watching the grey smoke-wreaths from the hearth curl up
    the wide chimney. Their names were Stephen and Joseph
    Montgolfier, they were papermakers by trade, and were noted as
    possessing thoughtful minds and a deep interest in all
    scientific knowledge and new discovery. Before that night—a
    memorable night, as it was to prove—hundreds of millions of
    people had watched the rising smoke-wreaths of their fires
    without drawing any special inspiration from the fact; but on
    this particular occasion, as Stephen, the younger of the
    brothers, sat and gazed at the familiar sight, the question
    flashed across his mind, “What is the hidden power that makes
    those curling smoke-wreaths rise upwards, and10 could I not
    employ it to make other things rise also?”
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              One November night in the year 1782, so the
              hen and there the brothers resolved on an
              experiment. They made themselves a small
              fire of some light fuel in a little tin tray
              or chafing-dish, and over the smoke of it
              they held a large paper-bag. And to their
              delight they saw the bag fill out and make a
              feeble11 attempt to rise. They were surely
              on the eve of some great invention; and yet,
              try as they would, their experiment would
              not quite succeed, because the smoke in the
              bag always became too cool before there was
              enough in it to raise it from the table. But
              presently, while they were thus engaged, a
              neighbour of theirs, a widow lady, alarmed
              by seeing smoke issuing from their window,
              entered the room, and after watching their
              fruitless efforts for some while, suggested
              that they should fasten the tray on to the
              bottom of the bag. This was done, with the
              happy result that the bag immediately rose
              up to the ceiling; and in this humble
              fashion the first of all balloons sailed
              aloft.
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              Lunardi was at this time secretary to the
              Neapolitan Ambassador. He was keenly
              interested in the subject of ballooning, and
              presently became fired with a desire to
              repeat in England those aerial experiments
              which were creating such a sensation on the
              Continent. He was only a poor man, and great
              difficulties stood in the way of
              accomplishing his object. He had to excite
              public interest in his venture, to collect
              subscriptions to defray the cost of his
              balloon, which was to be a “Charlier,” and
              to find a suitable site in London for the
              inflation and ascent.
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              The most celebrated event in all his career,
              however, was the voyage of the Great Nassau
              Balloon, in November 1836. This voyage
              created a tremendous sensation at the time,
              and has always been considered one of the
              most adventurous enterprises in the whole
              history of aeronautics. How it came about
              was as follows:—
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              he managers of the Vauxhall Gardens, London,
              had made, with Mr. Green’s assistance, a
              very large and fine balloon of crimson silk,
              which stood eighty feet high and held 90,000
              cubic feet of gas, and which would carry, if
              needed, more than twenty persons.
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    "So, my friend, you are tired? Get to bed. There is the surest
    rest. I may not have the pleasure to talk to-night, since there
    are many labours to me; but you will sleep, I pray." I passed to
    my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without
    dreaming. Despair has its own calms. 31 May.--This morning when
    I woke I thought I would provide myself with some paper and
    envelopes from my bag and keep them in my pocket, so that I
    might write in case I should get an opportunity, but again a
    surprise, again a shock!
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    Every scrap of paper was gone, and with it all my notes, my
    memoranda, relating to railways and travel, my letter of credit,
    in fact all that might be useful to me were I once outside the
    castle. I sat and pondered awhile, and then some thought
    occurred to me, and I made search of my portmanteau and in the
    wardrobe where I had placed my clothes.
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    The suit in which I had travelled was gone, and also my overcoat
    and rug; I could find no trace of them anywhere. This looked
    like some new scheme of villainy....
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