The Man from the Clouds - Clouston, J. Storer
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"My God," said Rutherford, "the cable has broken!" In an instant I was craning over the side of the basket. Five hundred feet, 700 feet, 1000 feet, 2000 feet below us, the cruiser that had been our only link with the world of man was diminishing so swiftly that, as far as I remember, she had shrunk to the smallness of a tug and then vanished into the haze before I even answered him. "Anything to be done?" I asked. "Nothing," said he. It had been growing steadily more misty even down near the water, and now as the released balloon shot up into an altitude of five, ten, and presently twelve…mehr

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"My God," said Rutherford, "the cable has broken!" In an instant I was craning over the side of the basket. Five hundred feet, 700 feet, 1000 feet, 2000 feet below us, the cruiser that had been our only link with the world of man was diminishing so swiftly that, as far as I remember, she had shrunk to the smallness of a tug and then vanished into the haze before I even answered him. "Anything to be done?" I asked. "Nothing," said he. It had been growing steadily more misty even down near the water, and now as the released balloon shot up into an altitude of five, ten, and presently twelve thousand feet, everything in Heaven and earth disappeared except that white and clammy fog. By a simultaneous impulse he lit a cigarette and I a pipe, and I remember very plainly wondering whether he felt any touch of that self-conscious defiance of fate and deliberate intention to do the coolest thing possible, which I am free to confess I felt myself. Probably not; Rutherford was the real Navy and I but a zig-zag ringed R.N.V.R. amateur. Still, the spirit of the Navy is infectious and I made a fair attempt to keep his stout heart company.
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Joseph Storer Clouston was a Scottish writer and historian. According to his obituary in The Scotsman, J. S. Clouston, the son of psychiatrist Sir Thomas Clouston, came from a "old Orkney family". The Cloustons are descended from Havard Gunnason, Chief Counsellor to Haakon, Earl of Orkney, and later became landed gentry, deriving their name from their estate, Clouston. After attending Merchiston Castle School in Edinburgh and Magdalen College in Oxford, he was called to the bar at the Inner Temple in London in 1895, but he never practised law. Soon after starting his writing career, he released one of his most popular novels, The Lunatic at Large. He was also a historian, the author of a comprehensive history of Orkney, the founder and second president of the Orkney Antiquarian Society, and a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland. In the late 1930s, his film The Spy in Black became a blockbuster. His First Offence was also filmed in France under the title Drole de drama. Beastmark the Spy, a 1941 thriller, was his final novel. He died at his residence, Smoogro House, in Orphir, Orkney. After his father's cousin (William Clouston, 23rd of Clouston) died, Clouston took over as head of the family.