Five Thousand Miles Underground

Five Thousand Miles Underground

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Five Thousand Miles Underground
Or
The Mystery of the Centre of the Earth
by Roy Rockwood, 1908


CHAPTER I
WASHINGTON BACKS OUT
"WASHINGTON! I say Washington!"
Throughout a big shed, filled for the most part with huge pieces of machinery, echoed the
voice of Professor Amos Henderson. He did not look up from a small engine over which
he was bending.
"Washington! Where are you? Why don't you answer me?"
From somewhere underneath an immense pile of iron, steel and aluminum came the voice
of a colored man.
"Yas sir, Perfesser, I'se goin' t' saggasiate my bodily presence in yo' contiguous proximity
an' attend t' yo' immediate conglomerated prescriptions at th' predistined period. Yas,
sir!"
"Well, Washington, if you had started when you began that long speech you would have
been at least half way here by this time. Hurry up! Never mind tightning those bolts now.
Find the boys. I need them to help me with this engine. They must be around
somewhere."
"I seen 'em goin' fishin' down by th' brook a little while ago," answered the negro,
crawling out from under what seemed to be a combined airship and watercraft. "Jack says
as how yo' gived him permission t' occupy his indisputatious period of levity in
endeavorin' t' extract from th' liquid element some specimens of swimmin' creatures."
"If you mean I said he and Mark could go fishing in the brook, you're right, Washington,"
replied the professor with a smile. "But you waste a lot of time and breath trying to say it.
Why, don't you give up using big words?"
"I reckon I was brought up t' it," replied the colored man grinning from ear to ear. He did
not always use big words but when he did they were generally the wrong ones.

Sometimes, he spoke quite correctly.
"Well, I suppose you can't help it," resumed Mr. Henderson. "However, never mind that.
Find the boys and send them to me."
"With th' least appreciatableness amount of postponement," answered the messenger, and
he went out.
Washington White, who in color was just the opposite to his name, a general helper and
companion to Professor Henderson, found Mark Sampson and Jack Darrow about a
quarter of a mile from the big shed, which was in the center of a wooded island off the
coast of Maine. The lads were seated on the bank of a small brook, fishing.
"Perfesser wants yo' immediate," said Washington.
"But we haven't caught a single fish," objected Mark.
"Them's the orders from headquarters," replied the colored man. "Yo' both got t' project
yo'selves in th' vicinity of th' machine shop. I reckon th' new fangled contraption that th'
perfesser is goin' t' navigate th' air an' sail th' angry seas in, am about done. He want's t'
try th' engine."
"Come on then," said Jack. "We probably would not catch any fish, anyhow, Mark."
Accompanied by Washington, the youths, each of whom was about eighteen years old,
started toward the big shed.
While they are on their way opportunity may be taken to tell a little about them, as well
as about Washington and the professor, and the curious craft on which the scientist was
working.
A few years before this story opens Mr. Henderson had invented a wonderful electric
airship. He had it about completed when, one day, he and the two boys became
unexpectedly acquainted, and, as it developed, friends.
Mark and Jack were orphans. After having