We are always, metaphorically, going up or coming down in a balloon.
The first balloon ascent was made from this little town in 1783.
Our journey must now be compared to the descent from cloud-land in a balloon.
We was used to the balloon now and not afraid any more, and didn't want to be anywheres else.
Well, up in a balloon there ain't any of that, and it's the darlingest place there is.
Who is going to say whether an applicant is competent to pilot a balloon or airship?
This balloon is a good enough reason it could happen, I should reckon.
Our balloon plunged into a milky vapour quite warm from the sun.
The balloon was then to the right of the station, and far from the amiable station-master.
I saw only the lower end of our balloon, which was overhanging its base, all loose and baggy.