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[Illustration:

  ONLY AUTHENTIC PORTRAIT OF
  WILHELM HEINRICH SEBASTIAN VON TROOMP
  (FROM THE OIL PAINTING).
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                             BARON TRUMP’S
                               MARVELLOUS
                              UNDERGROUND
                                JOURNEY


                                   BY

                           INGERSOLL LOCKWOOD

    AUTHOR OF “TRAVELS AND ADVENTURES OF LITTLE BARON TRUMP AND HIS
                             WONDERFUL DOG
    BULGER” “WONDERFUL DEEDS AND DOINGS OF LITTLE GIANT BOAB AND HIS
       TALKING RAVEN TABIB” “EXTRAORDINARY EXPERIENCES OF LITTLE
          CAPTAIN DOPPELKOP ON THE SHORES OF BUBBLELAND” ETC.


                             ILLUSTRATED BY

                         CHARLES HOWARD JOHNSON


                                 BOSTON

                       LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS

                             10 MILK STREET

                                  1893




                 COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY INGERSOLL LOCKWOOD

                         _All Rights Reserved_

                     MARVELLOUS UNDERGROUND JOURNEY

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                BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE OF WILHELM HEINRICH
                     SEBASTIAN VON TROOMP, COMMONLY
                       CALLED LITTLE BARON TRUMP


As doubting Thomases seem to take particular pleasure in popping up on
all occasions, Jack-in-the-Box-like, it may be well to head them off in
this particular instance by proving that Baron Trump was a real baron,
and not a mere baron of the mind. The family was originally French
Huguenot—De la Trompe—which, upon the revocation of the Edict of Nantes
in 1685, took refuge in Holland, where its head assumed the name of Van
der Troomp, just as many other of the French Protestants rendered their
names into Dutch. Some years later, upon the invitation of the Elector
of Brandenburg, Niklas Van der Troomp became a subject of that prince,
and purchased a large estate in the province of Pomerania, again
changing his name, this time to Von Troomp.

The “Little Baron,” so called from his diminutive stature, was born some
time in the latter part of the seventeenth century. He was the last of
his race in the direct line, although cousins of his are to-day
well-known Pomeranian gentry. He began his travels at an incredibly
early age, and filled his castle with such strange objects picked up
here and there in the far away corners of the world, that the
simple-minded peasantry came to look upon him as half bigwig and half
magician—hence the growth of the many myths and fanciful stories
concerning this indefatigable globe-trotter. The date of his death
cannot be fixed with any certainty; but this much may be said: Among the
portraits of Pomeranian notables hanging in the Rathhaus at Stettin,
there is one picturing a man of low stature, and with a head much too
large for his body. He is dressed in some outlandish costume, and holds
in his left hand a grotesque image in ivory, most elaborately carved.
The broad face is full of intelligence, and the large gray eyes are
lighted up with a good-natured but quizzical look that invariably
attracts attention. The man’s right hand rests upon the back of a dog
sitting on a table and looking straight out with an air of dignity that
shows that he knew he was sitting for his portrait.

If a visitor asks the guide who this man is, he always gets for answer:—

“Oh, that’s the Little Baron!”

But little Baron who, that’s the question?

Why may it not be the famous Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian von Troomp,
commonly called “Little Baron Trump,” and his wonderful dog Bulger?




                                CONTENTS


                               CHAPTER I.

                                                                    PAGE

 BULGER IS GREATLY ANNOYED BY THE FAMILIARITY OF THE VILLAGE DOGS
   AND THE PRESUMPTION OF THE HOUSE CATS.—HIS HEALTH SUFFERS
   THEREBY, AND HE IMPLORES ME TO SET OUT ON MY TRAVELS AGAIN. I
   READILY CONSENT, FOR I HAD BEEN READING OF THE WORLD WITHIN A
   WORLD IN A MUSTY OLD MS. WRITTEN BY THE LEARNED DON FUM.—PARTING
   INTERVIEWS WITH THE ELDER BARON AND THE GRACIOUS BARONESS MY
   MOTHER.—PREPARATIONS FOR DEPARTURE.                                 1


                               CHAPTER II.

 DON FUM’s MYSTERIOUS DIRECTIONS.—BULGER AND I SET OUT FOR
   PETERSBURG, AND THENCE PROCEED TO ARCHANGEL.—THE STORY OF OUR
   JOURNEY AS FAR AS ILITCH ON THE ILITCH.—IVAN THE TEAMSTER.—HOW
   WE MADE OUR WAY NORTHWARD IN SEARCH OF THE PORTALS TO THE WORLD
   WITHIN A WORLD.—IVAN’S THREAT.—BULGER’S DISTRUST OF THE MAN AND
   OTHER THINGS.                                                       7


                              CHAPTER III.

 IVAN MORE AND MORE TROUBLESOME.—BULGER WATCHES HIM CLOSELY.—HIS
   COWARDLY ATTACK UPON ME.—MY FAITHFUL BULGER TO THE RESCUE.—A
   DRIVER WORTH HAVING.—HOW I WAS CARRIED TO A PLACE OF SAFETY.—IN
   THE HANDS OF OLD YULIANA.—THE GIANTS’ WELL.                        15


                               CHAPTER IV.

             MY WOUND HEALS.—YULIANA TALKS ABOUT THE GIANTS’
 WELL.—I RESOLVE TO VISIT IT.—PREPARATIONS TO ASCEND THE
   MOUNTAINS.—WHAT HAPPENED TO YULIANA AND TO ME.—REFLECTION AND
   THEN ACTION.—HOW I CONTRIVED TO CONTINUE THE ASCENT WITHOUT
   YULIANA FOR A GUIDE.                                               20


                               CHAPTER V.

 UP AND STILL UP, AND THROUGH THE QUARRIES OF THE DEMONS.—HOW THE
   CATTLE KEPT THE TRAIL, AND HOW WE CAME AT LAST UPON THE BRINK OF
   THE GIANTS’ WELL.—THE TERRACES ARE SAFELY PASSED.—BEGINNING OF
   THE DESCENT INTO THE WELL ITSELF.—ALL DIFFICULTIES OVERCOME.—WE
   REACH THE EDGE OF POLYPHEMUS’ FUNNEL.                              28


                               CHAPTER VI.

 MY DESPAIR UPON FINDING THE PIPE OF THE FUNNEL TOO SMALL FOR MY
   BODY.—A RAY OF HOPE BREAKS IN UPON ME.—FULL ACCOUNT OF HOW I
   SUCCEEDED IN ENTERING THE PIPE OF THE FUNNEL.—MY PASSAGE THROUGH
   IT.—BULGER’S TIMELY AID.—THE MARBLE HIGHWAY AND SOME CURIOUS
   THINGS CONCERNING THE ENTRANCE TO THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD.        33


                              CHAPTER VII.

 OUR FIRST NIGHT IN THE UNDER WORLD, AND HOW IT WAS FOLLOWED BY THE
   FIRST BREAK OF DAY.—BULGER’S WARNING AND WHAT IT MEANT.—WE FALL
   IN WITH AN INHABITANT OF THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD.—HIS NAME AND
   CALLING.—MYSTERIOUS RETURN OF NIGHT.—THE LAND OF BEDS, AND HOW
   OUR NEW FRIEND PROVIDED ONE FOR US.                                42


                              CHAPTER VIII.

 “GOOD-MORNING AS LONG AS IT LASTS.”—PLAIN TALK FROM MASTER COLD
   SOUL.—WONDERS OF GOGGLE LAND.—WE ENTER THE CITY OF THE
   MIKKAMENKIES.—BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF IT.—OUR APPROACH TO THE ROYAL
   PALACE.—QUEEN GALAXA AND HER CRYSTAL THRONE.—MASTER COLD SOUL’S
   TEARS.                                                             51


                               CHAPTER IX.

 BULGER AND I ARE PRESENTED TO QUEEN GALAXA, THE LADY OF THE
   CRYSTAL THRONE.—HOW SHE RECEIVED US.—HER DELIGHT OVER BULGER,
   WHO GIVES PROOF OF HIS WONDERFUL INTELLIGENCE IN MANY WAYS.—HOW
   THE QUEEN CREATES HIM LORD BULGER.—ALL ABOUT THE THREE WISE MEN
   IN WHOSE CARE WE ARE PLACED BY QUEEN GALAXA.                       56


                               CHAPTER X.

 A BRIEF ACCOUNT OF MY CONVERSATIONS WITH DOCTOR NEBULOSUS, SIR
   AMBER O’PAKE, AND LORD CORNUCORE, WHO TELL ME MANY THINGS THAT I
   NEVER KNEW BEFORE, FOR WHICH I WAS VERY GRATEFUL.                  63


                               CHAPTER XI.

 PLEASANT DAYS PASSED AMONG THE MIKKAMENKIES, AND WONDERFUL THINGS
   SEEN BY US.—THE SPECTRAL GARDEN, AND A DESCRIPTION OF IT.—OUR
   MEETING WITH DAMOZEL GLOW STONE, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.              67


                              CHAPTER XII.

 THE SAD, SAD TALE OF THE SORROWING PRINCESS WITH A SPECK IN HER
   HEART, AND WHAT ALL HAPPENED WHEN SHE HAD ENDED IT, WHICH THE
   READER MUST READ FOR HIMSELF IF HE WOULD KNOW.                     73


                              CHAPTER XIII.

 HOW I SET TO WORK TO UNDO A WRONG THAT HAD BEEN DONE IN THE
   KINGDOM OF THE MIKKAMENKIES, AND HOW BULGER HELPED.—QUEEN
   GALAXA’S CONFESSION.—I AM CREATED PRIME MINISTER AS LONG AS SHE
   LIVES.—WHAT TOOK PLACE IN THE THRONE-ROOM.—MY SPEECH TO THE MEN
   OF GOGGLE LAND, AFTER WHICH I SHOW THEM SOMETHING WORTH
   SEEING.—HOW I WAS PULLED IN TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND WHAT
   CAME OF IT.                                                        79


                              CHAPTER XIV.

 BULGER AND I TURN OUR BACKS ON THE FAIR DOMAIN OF QUEEN
   CRYSTALLINA.—NATURE’S WONDERFUL SPEAKING-TUBE.—CRYSTALLINA’S
   ATTEMPT TO TURN US BACK.—HOW I KEPT BULGER FROM YIELDING.—SOME
   INCIDENTS OF OUR JOURNEY ALONG THE MARBLE HIGHWAY, AND HOW WE
   CAME TO THE GLORIOUS GATEWAY OF SOLID SILVER.                      86


                               CHAPTER XV.

 THE GUARDS AT THE SILVER GATEWAY.—WHAT THEY WERE LIKE.—OUR
   RECEPTION BY THEM.—I MAKE A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY.—THE WORLD’S
   FIRST TELEPHONE.—BULGER AND I SUCCEED IN MAKING FRIENDS WITH
   THESE STRANGERS.—A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE SOODOPSIES, THAT IS,
   MAKE BELIEVE EYES, OR THE FORMIFOLK, THAT IS, ANT PEOPLE.—HOW A
   BLIND MAN MAY READ YOUR WRITING.                                   91


                              CHAPTER XVI.

 IDEAS OF THE FORMIFOLK CONCERNING OUR UPPER WORLD.—THE DANCING
   SPECTRE.—THEIR EFFORTS TO LAY HOLD OF HIM.—MY SOLEMN PROMISE
   THAT HE SHOULD BEHAVE HIMSELF.—WE SET OUT FOR THE CITY OF THE
   MAKE-BELIEVE EYES.—MY AMAZEMENT AT THE MAGNIFICENCE OF THE
   APPROACHES TO IT.—WE REACH THE GREAT BRIDGE OF SILVER, AND I GET
   MY FIRST GLANCE OF THE CITY OF CANDELABRA.—BRIEF ACCOUNT OF THE
   WONDERS SPREAD OUT BEFORE MY EYES.—EXCITEMENT OCCASIONED BY OUR
   ARRIVAL.—OUR SILVER BED-CHAMBER.                                   98


                              CHAPTER XVII.

 IN WHICH YOU READ, DEAR FRIENDS, SOMETHING ABOUT A LIVE ALARM
   CLOCK AND A SOODOPSY BATHER AND RUBBER.—OUR FIRST BREAKFAST IN
   THE CITY OF SILVER.—A NEW WAY TO CATCH FISH WITHOUT HURTING
   THEIR FEELINGS.—HOW THE STREETS AND HOUSES WERE NUMBERED, AND
   WHERE THE SIGNBOARDS WERE.—A VERY ORIGINAL LIBRARY IN WHICH
   BOOKS NEVER GET DOG-EARED.—HOW VELVET SOLES ENJOYED HER FAVORITE
   POETS.—I AM PRESENTED TO THE LEARNED BARREL BROW, WHO PROCEEDS
   TO GIVE ME HIS VIEWS OF THE UPPER WORLD.—THEY ENTERTAINED ME
   AMAZINGLY AND MAY INTEREST YOU.                                   104


                             CHAPTER XVIII.

 EARLY HISTORY OF THE SOODOPSIES AS RELATED BY BARREL BROW.—HOW
   THEY WERE DRIVEN TO TAKE REFUGE IN THE UNDER WORLD, AND HOW THEY
   CAME UPON THE MARBLE HIGHWAY.—THEIR DISCOVERY OF NATURAL GAS
   WHICH YIELDS THEM LIGHT AND WARMTH, AND OF NATURE’S MAGNIFICENT
   TREASURE HOUSE.—HOW THEY REPLACED THEIR TATTERED GARMENTS AND
   BEGAN TO BUILD THE CITY OF SILVER.—THE STRANGE MISFORTUNES THAT
   CAME UPON THEM, AND HOW THEY ROSE SUPERIOR TO THEM, TERRIBLE AS
   THEY WERE.                                                        114


                              CHAPTER XIX.

 BEGINS WITH SOMETHING ABOUT THE LITTLE SOODOPSIES, BUT BRANCHES
   OFF ON ANOTHER SUBJECT; TO WIT.—THE SILENT SONG OF SINGING
   FINGERS, THE FAIR MAID OF THE CITY OF SILVER.—BARREL BROW IS
   KIND ENOUGH TO ENLIGHTEN ME ON A CERTAIN POINT, AND HE TAKES
   OCCASION TO PAY BULGER A VERY HIGH COMPLIMENT, WHICH, OF COURSE,
   HE DESERVED.                                                      123


                               CHAPTER XX.

 THIS IS A LONG AND A SAD CHAPTER.—IT TELLS HOW DEAR, GENTLE,
   POUTING-LIP WAS LOST, AND HOW THE SOODOPSIES GRIEVED FOR HIM AND
   WHOM THEY SUSPECTED.—BULGER GIVES A STRIKING PROOF OF HIS
   WONDERFUL INTELLIGENCE WHICH ENABLES ME TO CONVINCE THE
   SOODOPSIES THAT MY “DANCING SPECTRE” DID NOT CAUSE POUTING-LIP’S
   DEATH.—THE TRUE TALE OF HIS TERRIBLE FATE.—WHAT FOLLOWS MY
   DISCOVERY.—HOW A BEAUTIFUL BOAT IS BUILT FOR ME BY THE GRATEFUL
   SOODOPSIES, AND HOW BULGER AND I BID ADIEU TO THE LAND OF THE
   MAKE-BELIEVE EYES.                                                129


                              CHAPTER XXI.

 HOW WE WERE LIGHTED ON OUR WAY DOWN THE DARK AND SILENT
   RIVER.—SUDDEN AND FIERCE ONSLAUGHT UPON OUR BEAUTIFUL BOAT OF
   SHELL.—A FIGHT FOR LIFE AGAINST TERRIBLE ODDS, AND HOW BULGER
   STOOD BY ME THROUGH IT ALL.—COLD AIR AND LUMPS OF ICE.—OUR ENTRY
   INTO THE CAVERN WHENCE THEY CAME.—THE BOAT OF SHELL COMES TO THE
   END OF ITS VOYAGE.—SUNLIGHT IN THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD, AND ALL
   ABOUT THE WONDERFUL WINDOW THROUGH WHICH IT POURED, AND THE
   MYSTERIOUS LAND IT LIGHTED.                                       140


                              CHAPTER XXII.

 THE PALACE OF ICE IN THE GOLDEN SUNLIGHT, AND WHAT I IMAGINED IT
   MIGHT CONTAIN.—HOW WE WERE HALTED BY A COUPLE OF QUAINTLY CLAD
   SENTINELS.—THE KOLTYKWERPS.—HIS FRIGID MAJESTY KING
   GELIDUS.—MORE ABOUT THE ICE PALACE, TOGETHER WITH A DESCRIPTION
   OF THE THRONE-ROOM.—OUR RECEPTION BY THE KING AND HIS DAUGHTER
   SCHNEEBOULE.—BRIEF MENTION OF BULLIBRAIN, OR LORD HOT HEAD.       150


                             CHAPTER XXIII.

 LORD HOT HEAD AGAIN, AND THIS TIME A FULLER ACCOUNT OF HIM.—HIS
   WONDROUS TALES CONCERNING THE KOLTYKWERPS: WHERE THEY CAME FROM,
   WHO THEY WERE, AND HOW THEY MANAGED TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD OF
   ETERNAL FROST.—THE MANY QUESTIONS I PUT TO HIM, AND HIS ANSWERS
   IN FULL.                                                          159


                              CHAPTER XXIV.

 SOME FEW THINGS CONCERNING THE DEAR LITTLE PRINCESS
   SCHNEEBOULE.—HOW SHE AND I BECAME FAST FRIENDS, AND HOW ONE DAY
   SHE CONDUCTED BULGER AND ME INTO HER FAVORITE GROTTO TO SEE THE
   LITTLE MAN WITH THE FROZEN SMILE.—SOMETHING ABOUT HIM.—WHAT CAME
   OF MY HAVING LOOKED UPON HIM QUITE FULLY DESCRIBED.               164


                              CHAPTER XXV.

 A SLEEPLESS NIGHT FOR BULGER AND ME AND WHAT FOLLOWED
   IT.—INTERVIEW WITH KING GELIDUS.—MY REQUEST AND HIS REPLY.—WHAT
   ALL TOOK PLACE WHEN I LEARNED THAT THE KING AND HIS COUNCILLORS
   HAD DECIDED NOT TO GRANT MY REQUEST.—STRANGE TUMULT AMONG THE
   KOLTYKWERPS, AND HOW HIS FRIGID MAJESTY STILLED IT, AND SOME
   OTHER THINGS.                                                     171


                              CHAPTER XXVI.

 HOW THE QUARRY MEN OF KING GELIDUS CLEFT ASUNDER THE CRYSTAL
   PRISON OF THE LITTLE MAN WITH THE FROZEN SMILE.—MY BITTER
   DISAPPOINTMENT, AND HOW I BORE IT.—WONDERFUL HAPPENINGS OF THE
   NIGHT THAT FOLLOWED.—BULGER AGAIN PROVES HIMSELF TO BE AN ANIMAL
   OF EXTRAORDINARY SAGACITY.                                        176


                             CHAPTER XXVII.

 EXCITEMENT OVER FUFFCOOJAH.—I CARRY HIM TO THE COURT OF KING
   GELIDUS.—HIS INSTANT AFFECTION FOR PRINCESS SCH