Click，clock，click，clock;witheachbeatofthestrangelyshapedwingsitjumpedBertupwardandcaughthimneatlyagainhalfasecondlateronthesaddle。Andwhileinballooningthereisnowind，sincetheballoonisapartofthewind，flyingisawildperpetualcreationofandplungingintowind。Itwasawindthataboveallthingssoughttoblindhim，toforcehimtoclosehiseyes。Itoccurredtohimpresentlytotwisthiskneesand。
legsinwardandgripwiththem，orsurelyhewouldhavebeenbumpedintotwoclumsyhalves。Andhewasgoingup，ahundredyardshigh，twohundred，threehundred，overthestreaming，frothingwildernessofwaterbelow——up，up，up。Thatwasallright，buthowpresentlywouldonegohorizontally？Hetriedtothinkifthesethingsdidgohorizontally。No！Theyflappedupandthentheysoareddown。Foratimehewouldkeeponflappingup。Tearsstreamedfromhiseyes。Hewipedthemwithonetemerariouslydisengagedhand。
Wasitbettertoriskafalloverlandoroverwater——suchwater？
HewasflappingupabovetheUpperRapidstowardsBuffalo。ItwasatanyrateacomfortthattheFallsandthewildswirlofwatersbelowthemwerebehindhim。Hewasflyingupstraight。
Thathecouldsee。Howdidoneturn？