When I recovered my senses, I was in the house of a peasant, at Harderwick, a little town of Gueldre, ffteen leagues from Amsterdam, on the banks of the Zuyderzee.
A miracle had saved me. But my voyage had been but a series of imprudences against which I had been unable to defend myself.
May this terrifc recital, while it instructs those who read it, not discourage the explorers of the routes of air.
