"The clouds," said he, "are but vapors drawn from the sea by the heat of the sun.

These clouds are composed of fresh water, and so the steam we are now raising from salt water will be fresh.

We can't make whisky, or brew beer, lads; but, thank Heaven, we can brew water; and it is worth all other liquors ten times told." A wild "Hurrah!" greeted these words.

But every novel experiment seems doomed to fail, or meet with some disaster.

The water in the bottle had been reduced too low by vaporism, and the bottle burst suddenly, with a loud report.