cu-lar night on which the lit-tle model
rocket was to fly, I came up the mountain
to a small camp that my son and I
have ne-ar the summit--east side of
Greylock. I was standing on the edge
of the spruce woods, watching the whole
performance. Then--then, when the
parachute dragging the little recording
apparatus blew towards me in the darkness,
almost into my hand, I--why!
I snatched it up and ran with it. Why?
Oh, because I suppose the boy has never
died in me: the boy that's 'part pirate,
part pig!' " with a grating chuckle.

Incredible as it seemed, the low laughter,
the treacherous tinkle, was echoed by
girlish lips as that renascent urchin momentarily
swaggered in the glaze of the
suffering eye!

"And then--and then something told
me--an aberration, I suppose, as my
impulses usually are--that I had some
sort of r-right to see the very first record
man had ever got of that upper air, of
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