Chapter

 1 1 |     the west sweeping over the long chain of the Blueridge,
 2 2 |        they not have been seen long since, soaring above their
 3 3 |  breeze which swept across the long plains, from the distant
 4 4 |   instant, leaving behind it a long train of white dust, as
 5 4 |  probably not over thirty feet long. Its wheels spun with such
 6 6 |       I returned to my home in Long Street. There I had plenty
 7 6 |        Inspector of Police,~34 Long St., Washington, D. C.~Sir,~
 8 8 |     any cost. One cannot argue long with a man making two hundred
 9 12|     watched before my house in Long Street! I could not be mistaken!
10 12|      as I could judge, she was long and slim, shaped like a
11 13|       hundred and twenty miles long, and over fifty wide, there
12 13|     boat left behind it only a long, smooth wake. The extreme
13 13|        had watched my house in Long street. Moreover, if I recognized
14 13|      hatchway of my cabin.~For long hours, I patiently watched
15 14|        we had passed them at a long distance, a distance which
16 14|    more defined. They were two long, low steamers, which, coming
17 14|       would probably only last long enough to escape out of
18 14| throbbed within our craft. The long gangways folded back on
19 15|    appreciated. I knew not how long this halt might continue.~
20 16|      This ship, a hundred feet long, was upheld in the air by
21 17|       could only wait. And how long might the waiting last!~
22 17|       craft, as if expecting a long absence. Perhaps the “Terror”
23 17|      reentered the grotto.~How long this sojourn or rather relaxation
24 17|  Several hours passed; and how long they seemed to me! I made
25 18|     when I entered my house in Long Street. When my apparition—