The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-09-09

though let down by gentle hands, OF as
though some celestial pilot guided It
through the wild currents of air. not
letting it drop into lakes or rivers. leafy
wood, or impenetrable swamp, where
this strange, unchildlike experiences
might have been closed by death of
unspeakable horror but causing il to
descend as softly as bird alights on q
spot where care and human pity await
ed it.
The sun had not yet risen but the
morning twilight had come, when the
little girl, looking over the edge of the
car, saw the dear old earth coming nearer
g rising toward them, she said. But
when the car stopped, to her great dis
appointment, it was not on the ground,
but caught fast in the topmsst branch of
tree. Yet she saw they were near
house whence help might soon come, so
she awakened her brother, and told him
the good news, and together they watched
and waited for dehverance, hugging each
other for joy and warmth; for they were
very cold.
Farmer Buxton, who lived in a lonely
house on the edge of his own private
prairie, was famous sleeper in general,
but on this particular morning he awoke
before the dawn, and though he turned
and turned again, he could sleep no
more So at last he awoke his wife and
said, sIt's no use; I'll just get up and
dress, and have look at the comet"
The next she heard was frightened
summons to the door. It seems that no
sooner did he step from his house than
his eyes fell on strange shape hanging
in large pear tree about twenty yards
distant. He could see in it no likeness to
anything earthly, and he half fancied it
might be the comet, who having put out
his light had come down there to perch.
In his fight and perplexity he did what
every wise man would do in like ex-
tremity; he called on his valiant wife.
Reinforced by her, he drew near the
tree, cautiously accommodating. Surely,
never pear tree bore such fruit! Sud
denly there descended from the thing
a plaintive, trembling little voice
I" Please take us down. We are very
cold !"
Then a second little voice-'And hun
CRY, too. Please take us down !'
'Why, who are you? And where are
you2"
The first little voice said: 6 We are
Mrs. Harwood's little boy and girl, and
we are lost in a balloon.
The second little voice said: cts us,
and we ruined away in a balloon. Please
take us down"
Dimly comprehending the situation,
the farmer, getting hold of dangling
rope, succeeded in pulling down the bal
loon. He first lifted out little Johnny,
who ran rapidly a few yards toward the
house, then turned round and stood for
a few moments, curiously surveying the
balloon. The faithful little sister was
SO chilled and exhausted that she had to
be carried into the house, where, trem-
bling and sobbing, she told her wonder
full story. Before sunrise a mounted
messenger was dispatched to the Har-
wood home, with the glad tidings of great
JOY. He reached it in the afternoon,
and few hours later the children them
selves arrived in state, with banners, and
conveyed in covered hay wagon and
four. Jolly bells were rung in the
neighboring town, and in the farmers
brown house the happiest family on the
continent thanked God that night. Al
the Year Round.