hung；　by　way　of　car；　an　enormous　drab　beaver　bat；　with　a　brim
  superlatively　broad；　and　a　hemispherical　crown　with　a　black　band　and
  a　silver　buckle。　It　is；　however；　somewhat　remarkable　that　many
  citizens　of　Rotterdam　swore　to　having　seen　the　same　hat　repeatedly
  before；　and　indeed　the　whole　assembly　seemed　to　regard　it　with　eyes
  of　familiarity；　while　the　vrow　Grettel　Pfaall；　upon　sight　of　it；
  uttered　an　exclamation　of　joyful　surprise；　and　declared　it　to　be　the
  identical　hat　of　her　good　man　himself。　Now　this　was　a　circumstance
  the　more　to　be　observed；　as　Pfaall；　with　three　companions；　had
  actually　disappeared　from　Rotterdam　about　five　years　before；　in　a
  very　sudden　and　unaccountable　manner；　and　up　to　the　date　of　this
  narrative　all　attempts　had　failed　of　obtaining　any　intelligence
  concerning　them　whatsoever。　To　be　sure；　some　bones　which　were　thought
  to　be　human；　mixed　up　with　a　quantity　of　odd…looking　rubbish；　had
  been　lately　discovered　in　a　retired　situation　to　the　east　of
  Rotterdam；　and　some　people　went　so　far　as　to　imagine　that　in　this
  spot　a　foul　murder　had　been　committed；　and　that　the　sufferers　were　in
  all　probability　Hans　Pfaall　and　his　associates。　But　to　return。
  The　balloon　（for　such　no　doubt　it　was）　had　now　descended　to　within　a
  hundred　feet　of　the　earth；　allowing　the　crowd　below　a　sufficiently
  distinct　view　of　the　person　of　its　occupant。　This　was　in　truth　a　very
  droll　little　somebody。　He　could　not　have　been　more　than　two　feet　in
  height；　but　this　altitude；　little　as　it　was；　would　have　been
  sufficient　to　destroy　his　equilibrium；　and　tilt　him　over　the　edge　of
  his　tiny　car；　but　for　the　intervention　of　a　circular　rim　reaching　as
  high　as　the　breast；　and　rigged　on　to　the　cords　of　the　balloon。　The
  body　of　the　little　man　was　more　than　proportionately　broad；　giving　to
  his　entire　figure　a　rotundity　highly　absurd。　His　feet；　of　course；
  could　not　be　seen　at　all；　although　a　horny　substance　of　suspicious
  nature　was　occasionally　protruded　through　a　rent　in　the　bottom　of　the
  car；　or　to　speak　more　properly；　in　the　top　of　the　hat。　His　hands　were
  enormously　large。　His　hair　was　extremely　gray；　and　collected　in　a　cue
  behind。　His　nose　was　prodigiously　long；　crooked；　and　inflammatory；
  his　eyes　full；　brilliant；　and　acute；　his　chin　and　cheeks；　although
  wrinkled　with　age；　were　broad；　puffy；　and　double；　but　of　ears　of　any
  kind　or　character　there　was　not　a　semblance　to　be　discovered　upon　any
  portion　of　his　head。　This　odd　little　gentleman　was　dressed　in　a　loose
  surtout　of　sky…blue　satin；　with　tight　breeches　to　match；　fastened
  with　silver　buckles　at　the　knees。　His　vest　was　of　some　bright　yellow
  material；　a　white　taffety　cap　was　set　jauntily　on　one　side　of　his
  head；　and；　to　complete　his　equipment；　a　blood…red　silk　handkerchief
  enveloped　his　throat；　and　fell　down；　in　a　dainty　manner；　upon　his
  bosom；　in　a　fantastic　bow…knot　of　super…eminent　dimensions。
  Having　descended；　as　I　said　before；　to　about　one　hundred　feet　from
  the　surface　of　the　earth；　the　little　old　gentleman　was　suddenly
  seized　with　a　fit　of　trepidation；　and　appeared　disinclined　to　make
  any　nearer　approach　to　terra　firma。　Throwing　out；　therefore；　a
  quantity　of　sand　from　a　canvas　bag；　which；　he　lifted　with　great
  difficulty；　he　became　stationary　in　an　instant。　He　then　proceeded；　in
  a　hurried　and　agitated　manner；　to　extract　from　a　side…pocket　in　his
  surtout　a　large　morocco　pocket…book。　This　he　poised　suspiciously　in
  his　hand；　then　eyed　it　with　an　air　of　extreme　surprise；　and　was
  evidently　astonished　at　its　weight。　He　at　length　opened　it；　and
  drawing　there　from　a　huge　letter　sealed　with　red　sealing…wax　and　tied
  carefully　with　red　tape；　let　it　fall　precisely　at　the　feet　of　the
  burgomaster；　Superbus　Von　Underduk。　His　Excellency　stooped　to　take　it
  up。　But　the　aeronaut；　still　greatly　discomposed；　and　having
  apparently　no　farther　business　to　detain　him　in　Rotterdam；　began　at
  this　moment　to　make　busy　preparations　for　departure；　and　it　being
  necessary　to　discharge　a　portion　of　ballast　to　enable　him　to
  reascend；　the　half　dozen　bags　which　he　threw　out；　one　after　another；
  without　taking　the　trouble　to　empty　their　contents；　tumbled；　every
  one　of　them；　most　unfortunately　upon　the　back　of　the　burgomaster；　and
  rolled　him　over　and　over　no　less　than　one…and…twenty　times；　in　the
  face　of　every　man　in　Rotterdam。　It　is　not　to　be　supposed；　however；
  that　the　great　Underduk　suffered　this　impertinence　on　the　part　of　the
  little　old　man　to　pass　off　with　impunity。　It　is　said；　on　the
  contrary；　that　during　each　and　every　one　of　his　one…and　twenty
  circumvolutions　he　emitted　no　less　than　one…and…twenty　distinct　and
  furious　whiffs　from　his　pipe；　to　which　he　held　fast　the　whole　time
  with　all　his　might；　and　to　which　he　intends　holding　fast　until　the
  day　of　his　death。
  In　the　meantime　the　balloon　arose　like　a　lark；　and；　soaring　far　away
  above　the　city；　at　length　drifted　quietly　behind　a　cloud　similar　to
  that　from　which　it　had　so　oddly　emerged；　and　was　thus　lost　forever　to
  the　wondering　eyes　of　the　good　citiezns　of　Rotterdam。　All　attention
  was　now　directed　to　the　letter；　the　descent　of　which；　and　the
  consequences　attending　thereupon；　had　proved　so　fatally　subversive　of
  both　person　and　personal　dignity　to　his　Excellency；　the　illustrious
  Burgomaster　Mynheer　Superbus　Von　Underduk。　That　functionary；　however；
  had　not　failed；　during　his　circumgyratory　movements；　to　bestow　a
  thought　upon　the　important　subject　of　securing　the　packet　in
  question；　which　was　seen；　upon　inspection；　to　have　fallen　into　the
  most　proper　hands；　being　actually　addressed　to　himself　and　Professor
  Rub…a…dub；　in　their　official　capacities　of　President　and
  Vice…President　of　the　Rotterdam　College　of　Astronomy。　It　was
  accordingly　opened　by　those　dignitaries　upon　the　spot；　and　found　to
  contain　the　following　extraordinary；　and　indeed　very　serious；
  communications。
  To　their　Excellencies　Von　Underduk　and　Rub…a…dub；　President　and
  Vice…President　of　the　States'　College　of　Astronomers；　in　the　city　of
  Rotterdam。
  〃Your　Excellencies　may　perhaps　be　able　to　remember　an　humble　artizan；
  by　name　Hans　Pfaall；　and　by　occupation　a　mender　of　bellows；　who；　with
  three　others；　disappeared　from　Rotterdam；　about　five　years　ago；　in　a
  manner　which　must　have　been　considered　by　all　parties　at　once　sudden；
  and　extremely　unaccountable。　If；　however；　it　so　please　your
  Excellencies；　I；　the　writer　of　this　communication；　am　the　identical
  Hans　Pfaall　himself。　It　is　well　known　to　most　of　my　fellow　citizens；
  that　for　the　period　of　forty　years　I　continued　to　occupy　the　little
  square　brick　building；　at　the　head　of　the　alley　called　Sauerkraut；　in
  which　I　resided　at　the　time　of　my　disappearance。　My　ancestors　have
  also　resided　therein　time　out　of　mind　　they；　as　well　as　myself；
  steadily　following　the　respectable　and　indeed　lucrative　profession　of
  mending　of　bellows。　For；　to　speak　the　truth；　until　of　late　years；
  that　the　heads　of　all　the　people　have　been　set　agog　with　politics；　no
  better　business　than　my　own　could　an　honest　citizen　of　Rotterdam
  either　desire　or　deserve。　Credit　was　good；　employment　was　never
  wanting；　and　on　all　hands　there　was　no　lack　of　either　money　or
  good…will。　But；　as　I　was　saying；　we　soon　began　to　feel　the　effects　of
  liberty　and　long　speeches；　and　radicalism；　and　all　that　sort　of
  thing。　People　who　were　formerly；　the　very　best　customers　in　the
  world；　had　now　not　a　moment　of　time　to　think　of　us　at　all。　They　had；
  so　they　said；　as　much　as　they　could　do　to　read　about　the　revolutions；
  and　keep　up　with　the　march　of　intellect　and　the　spirit　of　the　age。　If
  a　fire　wanted　fanning；　it　could　readily　be　fanned　with　a　newspaper；
  and　as　the　government　grew　weaker；　I　have　no　doubt　that　leather　and
  iron　acquired　durability　in　proportion；　for；　in　a　very　short　time；
  there　was　not　a　pair　of　bellows　in　all　Rotterdam　that　ever　stood　in
  need　of　a　stitch　or　required　the　assistance　of　a　hammer。　This　was　a
  state　of　things　not　to　be　endured。　I　soon　grew　as　poor　as　a　rat；　and；
  having　a　wife　and　children　to　provide　for；　my　burdens　at　length
  became　intolerable；　and　I　spent　hour　after　hour　in　reflecting　upon
  the　most　convenient　method　of　putting　an　end　to　my　life。　Duns；　in　the
  meantime；　left　me　little　leisure　for　contemplation。　My　house　was
  literally　besieged　from　morning　till　night；　so　that　I　began　to　rave；
  and　foam；　and　fret　like　a　caged　tiger　against　the　bars　of　his
  enclosure。　There　were　three　fellows　in　particular　who　worried　me
  beyond　endurance；　keeping　watch　continually　about　my　door；　and
  threatening　me　with　the　law。　Upon　these　three　I　internally　vowed　the
  bitterest　revenge；　if　ever　I　should　be　so　happy　as　to　get　them　within
  my　clutches；　and　I　believe　nothing　in　the　world　but　the　pleasure　of
  this　anticipation　prevented　me　from　putting　my　plan　of　suicide　into
  immediate　execution；　by　blowing　my　brains　out　with　a　blunderbuss。　I
  thought　it　best；　however；　to　dissemble　my　wrath；　and　to　treat　them
  with　promises　and　fair　words；　until；　by　some　good　turn　of　fate；　an
  opportunity　of　vengeance　should　be　afforded　me。
  〃One　day；　having　given　my　creditors　the　slip；　and　feeling　more