Through the Air to the North Pole

Through the Air to the North
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Title: Through the Air to the North Pole or The Wonderful Cruise of
the Electric Monarch
Author: Roy Rockwood
Release Date: January 11, 2005 [EBook #14665]
Language: English
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THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE
OR

The Wonderful Cruise of the Electric Monarch
BY ROY ROCKWOOD
AUTHOR OF "THE RIVAL OCEAN DIVERS," "A SCHOOLBOY'S
PLUCK," ETC.
1906

CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. DRIVEN FROM TOWN
II. THE RUNAWAY TRAIN
III. A STRANGE RESCUER
IV. THE AIRSHIP
V. A PLAN TO SEEK THE NORTH POLE
VI. AWAY IN THE AIRSHIP
VII. HELD BY ELECTRICITY
VIII. SURROUNDED BY EAGLES
IX. THE FROZEN NORTH REACHED
X. LOST IN AN ICE CAVE
XI. ATTACKED BY SEA LIONS
XII. A MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE
XIII. FORWARD ONCE MORE

XIV. TOSSED BY A TORNADO
XV. PRISONERS OF THE ESQUIMAUX
XVI. THE STRANGE WOMAN AIDS
XVII. FIGHTING FOR THE SHIP
XVIII. NORTHWARD ONCE MORE
XIX. A BLINDING SNOWSTORM
XX. AT THE NORTH POLE?
XXI. LOST IN THE SNOW
XXII. MAGNETIC FIRE WORSHIPPERS
XXIII. A STRANGE SACRIFICE
XXIV. SAVED BY DIROLA
XXV. ADRIFT ON THE ICE
XXVI. FIGHTING WILD DOGS
XXVII. BACK TO THE SHIP
XXVIII. ATTACKED BY THE NATIVES
XXIX. THE ESCAPE
XXX. HOMEWARD BOUND

THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE.
CHAPTER I

DRIVEN FROM TOWN
"Come now, you boys git out of here! No tramps allowed in Freeport
while Ezra Jenkins is constable! Move along, now, or I'll arrest ye!
Here's my badge of authority!" And a crabbed old man, wearing a
faded blue suit, with a big shining star of metal on his coat, tapped the
emblem with his club.
Two boys, who had just joined each other, after having called at houses
on the main street of the little New York village, where Constable
Jenkins held sway as the entire police force, started at the sound of the
harsh voice.
"Come; are ye goin' to move?" snapped the constable.
"I suppose we'll have to," answered the larger and stouter of the two
lads, "but we haven't done anything."
"Ye're tramps, ain't ye?" inquired the constable. "Course ye are! Been
beggin', ain't ye? Course ye have! I kin see the victuals stickin' out of
yer pockets now! Move on an' git out of Freeport! We don't want any
tramps here!"
"Come on, Mark," said the heavier of the two boys; "if our room is
better than our company, they can have the room. I hope you'll get
richer boarders than we are," the youth went on, turning to the
constable. "We are going to shake the dust of Freeport from our feet. I
think they ought to call this town Closedport instead of Freeport!"
"None of yer sass, now!" warned the constable, tapping his badge again.
"Jest you move on out of town!"
"I think we had better go," murmured the other boy, who was thin and
small. "Don't make any trouble, Jack."
"All right," assented the other. "Ta-ta, Mr. Chief of Police! See you
later!"

"Here, you young rascals!" cried the constable. "Come back here an' I'll
lock ye up!"
But the boys started to run, and, as Mr. Jenkins was no longer young,
and as his legs were rather stiff, he went only a little way before he had
to stop. He shook his fist after the two lads.
"Do you suppose he would have locked us up?" asked the small boy,
whom his companion addressed as Mark. His full name was Mark
Sampson, but he was very unlike his strong ancestor who pulled over
the pillars of the temple.
"He acted mean enough to do anything," replied Jack Darrow, who was
quite a contrast in point of size and fleshiness to his companion.
"What shall we do now?" asked Mark.
"Keep on moving, I guess," was the reply, "At least until we get outside
of Freeport."
"Well, I'm glad I've got company now. It was lonesome before I met
you."
"Same here. We'll travel a way together, eh?"
The two boys had met under rather strange circumstances. Early that
morning Jack Darrow, the stout one, had awakened from his sleep in a
pile of hay in a farmer's field. Close to him was another youth, whose
name he had inquired as soon as the owner of it awoke.