"The car touched the water， and the waves covered them breast high. To the sea with instruments， garments， money！ The aeronauts stripped entirely. The lightened balloon rose with frightful rapidity. Zambecarri was seized with violent vomiting. Grossetti bled freely. The unhappy men could not speak； their respiration was short. They were seized with cold， and in a moment covered with a coat of ice. The moon appeared to them red as blood. After having traversed these high regions during half an hour， the machine again fell into the sea. It was four o' clock in the morning： the bodies of the wretched aeronauts were half in the water， and the balloon， acting as a sail， dragged them about during several hours. At daybreak， they found themselves opposite Pesaro， five miles from the shore； they were about to land， when a sudden flaw of wind drove them back to the open sea. They were lost！ The affrighted barks fled at their approach. Fortunately， a more intelligent navigator hailed them， took them on board； and they landed at Ferrara. That was frightful！ Zambecarri was a brave man. Scarcely recovered from his sufferings， he recommenced his ascensions. In one of them， he struck against a tree； his lamp， filled with spirits of wine， was spilled over his clothes， and they caught fire； he was covered with flame his machine was beginning to kindle， when he descended， half burned. The 21st September， 1812， he made another ascension at Bologna； his balloon caught in a tree； his lamp set fire to it. Zambecarri fell， and was killed！
"And in presence of these high facts， shall we still hesitate？ No！ The higher we go the more glorious will be our death."
The balloon， entirely unballasted， we were borne to incredible heights. The aerostat vibrated in the atmosphere； the slightest sound re-echoed through the celestial vaults； the globe， the only object which struck my sight in immensity， seemed about to be annihilated， and above us the heights of heaven lost themselves in the profound darkness！