Frank Reade Jr.'s Submarine Boat; or, to the North Pole Under the Ice. Luis Senarens
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Luis Senarens
Frank Reade Jr.'s Submarine Boat; or, to the North Pole Under the Ice
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066136116
Table of Contents
CHAPTER III. THWARTING A GANG OF VILLAINS.
CHAPTER IV. A VISIT TO AN ICEBERG.
CHAPTER VI. LOST IN AN ICEBERG.
CHAPTER VIII. A FIGHT WITH THE ESQUIMAUX.
CHAPTER X. UNDER THE ICE BARRIER.
CHAPTER XI. IN THE OPEN POLAR SEA.
CHAPTER XII. EXPLORING THE CONTINENT.
CHAPTER I.
THE NEW INVENTION.
A report had gained extensive circulation that Frank Reade, Jr., of Readestown, U. S. A., had brought out a new invention.
This rumor spread far and wide, and created tremendous excitement.
Everybody to-day is deeply interested in the marvelous mechanical productions of this young prince of invention.
The son of Frank Reade, himself a noted inventor, Frank Reade, Jr., came honestly by his talent.
Almost a boy in years, the young inventor occupies a place in the annals of fame much to be envied by any of our progressive American youths.
Tall, handsome and affable, he was a conspicuous figure anywhere, and always popular.
Readestown was a handsome little town, merging into a city, and founded by the senior Reade.
Here Frank Reade, Jr., had established his shops and machine works for the special construction of his inventions.
But, as the opening lines of our story intimates, Frank Reade, Jr., had produced a new invention.
Yielding to inquiry, Frank Reade, Jr., vouchsafed the information that it was not like any previous inventions.
The electric air-ship had played its part, but this time Frank had decided upon a radical departure from his previous effort.
“And is it true, Mr. Reade,” asked a neighbor and friend, “that you will take Barney and Pomp with you upon this projected new trip of yours?”
“It is,” replied Frank, with a smile. “Indeed, I could ill afford to spare two such faithful fellows.”
As it happened the parties mentioned stood by and within hearing.
One was a powerful black, short and sturdy, with a genial countenance.
The other was a genuine full-bred Celt, with broad mug and shrewd twinkling blue eyes, and hair as red as the glow of an autumn sunset.
“Begorra, I knew well Misther Frank wud niver lave me at home!” cried Barney, with a comical grimace; “there’s the naygur, shure it moight be him!”
“Don’ yo’ flattah yo’sef, yo’ big I’ish chump,” returned Pomp, politely. “I jes’ reckon Marse Frank pay mo’ ‘tention to me dan he eber do fo’ yo’.”
“Hurroo! Wud ye hear ther Afrikan talk!” cried Barney, derisively. “Shure, ye’d think Misther Frank cudn’t invint widout him!”
“I jes’ reckon dat de man wha’ invented yo’ neber did no mo’ wo’k,” retorted Pomp.
“To be shure av that, naygur,” replied Barney, “ ’twas so good an’ foine a job he niver cud betther it.”
Everybody laughed at this.
Barney and Pomp were always digging at each other, though really the warmest of friends.
“Well, Frank,” continued the neighbor, “when will you reveal to your friends the nature of your new invention?”
“Now,” replied Frank, with a smile.
“Indeed?”
“I mean it.”
The neighbor was surprised.
“What may it be, then? A new kind of flying machine?”
“No,” replied Frank quietly, “it is far different from that. It is nothing more than a submarine boat.”
“You don’t mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Where will you go with a submarine boat?”
“To the North Pole.”
“Under water?”
“Exactly. As yet nobody has succeeded in reaching that coveted point. Now, I propose to attempt it in a novel manner. If I cannot get there over the ice, I shall go there under it.”
His listener was astounded.
“Whew!” he exclaimed, with a deep whistle, “that beats me!”
“If you will step this way I will be glad to show you the new boat!”
“Of course I will.”
The neighbor, whose name was Alexander Harmon, followed Frank through the big gate.
Across the broad yard they went to the high arched door of a long brick building or store house.
Frank threw open these doors.
Harmon beheld a wonderful sight.
There upon stocks was the submarine boat.
In all his life Harmon had never seen the like.
He had been a sea captain once himself, and knew the lines of a boat well.
But he had never seen anything more beautiful than this.
“Upon my word, Frank,” he exclaimed, “you have outdone yourself!”
“I think the Explorer is built on good lines,” said Frank, modestly.
“You are just right.”