He could go up well enough, but the wind took him where it wanted to.

But I must give this feller the credit of sayin' that he managed his basket pretty well.

He carried it a good way to the windward of the lens-house, and then sent it up, expectin' the wind to take it directly over the glass roof, but it shifted a little, and so he missed the roof and had to try it again.

He made two or three bad jobs of it, but finally managed it by hitchin' a long cord to a tree, and then the wind held him there steady enough to let him look down for a good while." "You don't tell me that!" cried Clewe.

"Did you stay there and let him look down into my lens-house ?" The old man laughed.