CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.
INFLATION AND FAILURE.
At length arrived the hour for making that important experiment--as to whether their aerial ship would prove herself air-worthy.
All three stood around the spot where the chopped grass and shawl-wool were to be set on fire.

This fuel itself appeared underneath--in a little heap lightly laid, and ready for the touch of the tinder.
Karl had a piece of blazing torch in his hand; Caspar held one of the stay-ropes, to prevent the balloon from rising too rapidly; while Ossaroo, equipped as if for a journey, stood by the hamper, in readiness, when the proper time should arrive, to "pack" himself into it.
Alas! for the frailty of all human foresight! The most careful calculations often prove erroneous--not that in the present instance there was any unforeseen error: for from the very first, Karl had been distrustful of his data; and they were now to disappoint, rather than deceive him.

It was not written in the book of destiny that Ossaroo should ever set foot in that wicker car or ever make an ascent by that balloon.
The torch was applied to the chopped grass and shawl-wool.

Both blazed and smoked, and smouldered; and, more being thrown on, the blaze was kept up continuously.

The heated air ascended through the aperture, causing the great sphere of stitched skins to swell out to its full dimensions.
It trembled and rocked from side to side, like some huge monster in pain.