RECREATION 



To my ear come the distant, yet dis- 

 tinct earthly sounds which remind me 

 that this dream is to pass as I must 

 soon return to earth again and be a 

 subject of some other king, who is now 

 but an unimportant insect on the topo- 

 graphical map below me. Now a cloud 

 passes between my ship and the sun, 

 causing a gentle downward movement 

 ■as the ship, cooling just a little, be- 



cap as a salute and try to tell them from 

 what port I sailed and ask the name of 

 the small town I see coming. I can 

 easily hear their answer even though a 

 mile high, and with it can verify my 

 course, which I am keeping on the out- 

 spread map, the key to the larger one 

 below me. 



The toy house is passed and I cross 

 a thickly-wooded country. By a glance 



BALLOON RACERS AT THE WORLD S FAIR. 



comes less buoyant.' I get a closer 

 view of the little toy house, around 

 which small white objects are moving, 

 and from whence I hear calling and 

 shouts. With reluctance I break the 

 death-like silence in my ship, wave my 



at the barometer, I see that the ship 

 is getting low. A look at the cloud tells 

 me it will not pass in time to restore 

 my balance, so over goes a couple of 

 handfuls of ballast and slowly the hand 

 of the aneroid barometer ceases its 



