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make out her name, but could not be sure of it. Mr. Osborne's telescope
made it out something like "Atalanta." It is now 12, at night, and we
are still going nearly west, at a rapid pace. The sea is peculiarly
phosphorescent.
"P.S. [By Mr. Ainsworth.] It is now 2, A.M., and nearly calm, as well as
I can judge--but it is very difficult to determine this point, since
we move with the air so completely. I have not slept since quitting
Wheal-Vor, but can stand it no longer, and must take a nap. We cannot be
far from the American coast.
"Tuesday, the 9th. [Mr. Ainsworth's MS.] One, P.M. We are in
full view of the low coast of South Carolina. The great problem is
accomplished. We have crossed the Atlantic--fairly and easily
crossed it in a balloon! God be praised! Who shall say that anything is
impossible hereafter?"
The Journal here ceases. Some particulars of the descent were
communicated, however, by Mr. Ainsworth to Mr. Forsyth. It was nearly
dead calm when the voyagers first came in view of the coast, which
was immediately recognized by both the seamen, and by Mr. Osborne.
The latter gentleman having acquaintances at Fort Moultrie, it was
immediately resolved to descend in its vicinity. The balloon was brought
over the beach (the tide being out and the sand hard, smooth, and
admirably adapted for a descent,) and the grapnel let go, which took
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