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UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE ***
Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
Or
The Strange Cruise of the Submarine Wonder
BY ROY ROCKWOOD
AUTHOR OF "THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE," "THE RIVAL OCEAN DIVERS," "A SCHOOLBOY'S PLUCK," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON CO.
GOOD BOOKS FOR BOYS
BY ROY ROCKWOOD
* * * * *
=THE GREAT MARVEL SERIES=
THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE Or The Wonderful Cruise of the Electric Monarch
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE Or The Strange Cruise of the Submarine Wonder
Cloth. Illustrated
Copyright, 1907, by CUPPLES & LEON CO.
* * * * *
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WILL THE SHIP WORK? 1
II. A LAND OF ICE 10
III. RUNNING DOWN A WAR SHIP 19
IV. IN THE MIDST OF FIRE 27
V. A GRAVE ACCUSATION 35
VI. ON A RUNAWAY TROLLEY 43
VII. OFF FOR THE SOUTH POLE 52
VIII. ASHORE IN THE DARK 60
IX. A PRICE ON THEIR HEADS 68
X. ATTACKED BY A MONSTER 75
XI. CAUGHT IN A SEA OF GRASS 84
XII. FIRE ON BOARD 92
XIII. THE GHOST OF THE SUBMARINE 100
XIV. DIGGING OUT THE SHIP 108
XV. THE STRANGE SHIPWRECK 117
XVI. THE GHOST AGAIN 126
XVII. ATTACKED BY SAVAGES 134
XVIII. ON LAND 143
XIX. REGAINING THE SHIP 152
XX. ON A VOLCANIC ISLAND 160
XXI. CAUGHT IN A WHIRLPOOL 169
XXII. UNDER FIRE 177
XXIII. CAUGHT IN AN ICE FLOE 185
XXIV. THE SHIP GRAVEYARD 193
XXV. CAUGHT BY SEA SUCKERS 201
XXVI. LAND UNDER ICE 211
XXVII. ATTACKED BY AN OCTUPUS 220
XXVIII. OUT OF THE ICE 228
XXIX. THE BOILING WATER 235
XXX. THE SOUTH POLE--CONCLUSION 240
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
CHAPTER I
WILL THE SHIP WORK?
"Hand me that wrench, Mark," called Professor Amos Henderson to a boy who stood near some complicated machinery over which the old man was working. The lad passed the tool over.
"Do you think the ship will work, Professor?" he asked.
"I hope so, Mark, I hope so," muttered the scientist as he tightened some bolts on what was perhaps the strangest combination of apparatus that had ever been put together. "There is no reason why she should not, and yet--"
The old man paused. Perhaps he feared that, after all, the submarine boat on which he had labored continuously for more than a year would be a failure.
"Is there anything more I can do now?" asked Mark.
"Not right away," replied the professor, without looking up from the work he was doing. "But I wish you and Jack would be around in about an hour. I am going to start the engine then, and I'll need you. If you see Washington outside send him to me."
Mark left the big room where the submarine boat had been in process of construction so long. Outside he met a boy about his own age, who was cleaning a rifle.
"How's it going, Mark?" asked this second youth, who was rather fat, and, if one could judge by his face, of a jolly disposition.
"The professor is going to try the engine in about an hour," replied Mark. "We must be on hand."
"I'll be there all right. But if there isn't anything else to do, let's shoot at a target. I'll bet I can beat you."
"Bet you can't. Wait 'till I get my gun."
"Now don't yo' boys go to disportin' yo'seves in any disproportionable anticipation ob transposin' dem molecules of lead in a contigious direction to yo' humble servant!" exclaimed a colored man, coming from behind the big shed at that moment, and seeing Mark and Jack with their rifles.
"I s'pose you mean to say, Washington," remarked Jack, "that you don't care to be shot at. Is that it?"
"Neber said nuffin truer in all yo' born days!" exclaimed Washington earnestly. "De infliction ob distress to de exterior portion ob--"
"The professor wants you," interrupted Mark, cutting off the colored man's flow of language.
"Yo' mind what I tole yo'," Washington muttered as he hurried into the work room.
Soon the reports of rifles indicated that the boys were trying to discover who was the best shot, a contest that waged with friendly interest for some time.
The big shed, where the submarine ship was being built, was located at a lonely spot on the coast of Maine. The nearest town was Easton, about ten miles away, and Professor Henderson had fixed on this location as one best suited to give him a chance to work secretly and unobserved on his wonderful invention.
The professor was a man about sixty-five years old, and, while of simple and kindly nature in many ways, yet, on the subjects of airships and
Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
Or
The Strange Cruise of the Submarine Wonder
BY ROY ROCKWOOD
AUTHOR OF "THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE," "THE RIVAL OCEAN DIVERS," "A SCHOOLBOY'S PLUCK," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON CO.
GOOD BOOKS FOR BOYS
BY ROY ROCKWOOD
* * * * *
=THE GREAT MARVEL SERIES=
THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE Or The Wonderful Cruise of the Electric Monarch
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE Or The Strange Cruise of the Submarine Wonder
Cloth. Illustrated
Copyright, 1907, by CUPPLES & LEON CO.
* * * * *
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WILL THE SHIP WORK? 1
II. A LAND OF ICE 10
III. RUNNING DOWN A WAR SHIP 19
IV. IN THE MIDST OF FIRE 27
V. A GRAVE ACCUSATION 35
VI. ON A RUNAWAY TROLLEY 43
VII. OFF FOR THE SOUTH POLE 52
VIII. ASHORE IN THE DARK 60
IX. A PRICE ON THEIR HEADS 68
X. ATTACKED BY A MONSTER 75
XI. CAUGHT IN A SEA OF GRASS 84
XII. FIRE ON BOARD 92
XIII. THE GHOST OF THE SUBMARINE 100
XIV. DIGGING OUT THE SHIP 108
XV. THE STRANGE SHIPWRECK 117
XVI. THE GHOST AGAIN 126
XVII. ATTACKED BY SAVAGES 134
XVIII. ON LAND 143
XIX. REGAINING THE SHIP 152
XX. ON A VOLCANIC ISLAND 160
XXI. CAUGHT IN A WHIRLPOOL 169
XXII. UNDER FIRE 177
XXIII. CAUGHT IN AN ICE FLOE 185
XXIV. THE SHIP GRAVEYARD 193
XXV. CAUGHT BY SEA SUCKERS 201
XXVI. LAND UNDER ICE 211
XXVII. ATTACKED BY AN OCTUPUS 220
XXVIII. OUT OF THE ICE 228
XXIX. THE BOILING WATER 235
XXX. THE SOUTH POLE--CONCLUSION 240
UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE
CHAPTER I
WILL THE SHIP WORK?
"Hand me that wrench, Mark," called Professor Amos Henderson to a boy who stood near some complicated machinery over which the old man was working. The lad passed the tool over.
"Do you think the ship will work, Professor?" he asked.
"I hope so, Mark, I hope so," muttered the scientist as he tightened some bolts on what was perhaps the strangest combination of apparatus that had ever been put together. "There is no reason why she should not, and yet--"
The old man paused. Perhaps he feared that, after all, the submarine boat on which he had labored continuously for more than a year would be a failure.
"Is there anything more I can do now?" asked Mark.
"Not right away," replied the professor, without looking up from the work he was doing. "But I wish you and Jack would be around in about an hour. I am going to start the engine then, and I'll need you. If you see Washington outside send him to me."
Mark left the big room where the submarine boat had been in process of construction so long. Outside he met a boy about his own age, who was cleaning a rifle.
"How's it going, Mark?" asked this second youth, who was rather fat, and, if one could judge by his face, of a jolly disposition.
"The professor is going to try the engine in about an hour," replied Mark. "We must be on hand."
"I'll be there all right. But if there isn't anything else to do, let's shoot at a target. I'll bet I can beat you."
"Bet you can't. Wait 'till I get my gun."
"Now don't yo' boys go to disportin' yo'seves in any disproportionable anticipation ob transposin' dem molecules of lead in a contigious direction to yo' humble servant!" exclaimed a colored man, coming from behind the big shed at that moment, and seeing Mark and Jack with their rifles.
"I s'pose you mean to say, Washington," remarked Jack, "that you don't care to be shot at. Is that it?"
"Neber said nuffin truer in all yo' born days!" exclaimed Washington earnestly. "De infliction ob distress to de exterior portion ob--"
"The professor wants you," interrupted Mark, cutting off the colored man's flow of language.
"Yo' mind what I tole yo'," Washington muttered as he hurried into the work room.
Soon the reports of rifles indicated that the boys were trying to discover who was the best shot, a contest that waged with friendly interest for some time.
The big shed, where the submarine ship was being built, was located at a lonely spot on the coast of Maine. The nearest town was Easton, about ten miles away, and Professor Henderson had fixed on this location as one best suited to give him a chance to work secretly and unobserved on his wonderful invention.
The professor was a man about sixty-five years old, and, while of simple and kindly nature in many ways, yet, on the subjects of airships and
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