Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-10

They gathered stones to fire over the wall.
'Don't do that The machines fast
There's dynamos enough to finish her. She'll
bust fast enough, you know, when she's
ready to do it!' proceeded Jack.
This statement was greeted with a round
of tremendous applause. The mob cheered
and cheered again. Mr. Yanderlyn did not
recognize Jack. He drew back haughtily
when the young fellow got near him. But
he recognized the daring eyes when the ir-
responsible fellow clapped him on the
shoulder familarly, and cried out:
''The dynames are working, siri Air
ships in there, all fast! Shake!"
There was time for swift whisper, while
the crowd hooted about them. o..
The clever merchant quickly took in the
situation. He soon had the leaders by the
ears, and a suggestion to wet their whistles,
together with a crisp $50 bill, had the effect
of making the crowd melt away like snow
before the sun. Then Jack took Mr.. Van
derlyn inside to his waiting comrades.
"Iou shall be treasurer, Mr.. Hardy, in
recognition of your presence of mind, ." said
the merchant heartily. He unloaded pourd
after pound of British, American and Rus
sian gold. and delivered it into the keeping
Of the real estate agent In case the expe-
dition failed or fell upon strange soil
there was gold enough to insure safe re-
turn from any point, so far as gold could
avail.
But now the hour of starting had struck
In awe and wonder the mechanics of the
shop stood and stared around this vessel, so
soon to wing her gilded way through the
air. Even they did not know where she
was bound. She was the first vessel of her
kind to go where her designer should de-
cree. The six stood silent for moment in
the padded car
'It looks a little different from the old
laugh, as he tossed his curIs back and
touched the woollen ceiling with his crown.
Each man looked sober enough.
rs theSe anything else l can do for you
gentlemen" asked the merchant with
voice trembling with real feeling GAS
soon as you start you are heroes! If you
come back successful you shall live in the
pages of history forever
Sergeant Willtwig, who had inwardly
wept, as he had buried many comrade
dead OF starvation and cold in the hopeless
disappointment of. Artic effort, looked as
resolved as the trip-hammer when it is
about to crunch mass of cold steel Pro-
fessor Wilder was almost beside himself
with the excitement of achievement. The
tutor thought of his mother, who had
prayed with him vainly not to CO. The
two young men thought of nothing but the
unique venture. They were not ignorantly
brave, but still by the very limitations of
their knowledge on this special subject
they were incapable of appreciating their
undertaking. They did not think about the
possibilities of accident, or breakage to the
vessel upon which they were to travel. The
words careless enthusiasm are tame terms to
apply to their confidence in overcoming the
unexplored 10000 square miles about the
pole.
"Well, I suppose we might as well be
of, " said the Sergeant, as naturally as pos
sible. 81 will take charge of this expedi-
tion as soon as you 60 ashore, Mr.. Van
derlyn."
Farewells were soon said Men do not
weep when they part, even though they go
to certain death. Prof Wilder took his
position in the engine room and started his
four lifting screws lightly. The other four
men stood upon the platform above the car
and waved their hats. The mechanics looked
up with gaping mouths Instinctively,
they stood bare-headed
''Is there anything else?" shouted Mr..
Vanderlvn. There ought to be the most
distinguished crowd in the Union to see
you off. It's shamei Wen do it better
when you come back!' He raised his hat.
Uou keep Inem Sale! ne aQQeQ TO nlmSelI
under his breath.
Faster and faster the lifting wheels
whirled. There was an uneasy motion of
the vast vessel, as If she were deciding
whether to obey the familiar laws Of God,
or the newer laws of man. But man pre-
vailed. The screws whirled with pene-
trating whizz She starts! A wild hurrah
goes up from the slowly receding earth.
The vessel conquers 10, 20, so feet! Now,
you men!
'Holdp' cried Sergeant Wiltwig.
"SirE' he shouted, leaning far over the
rail and looking eagerly to the grass a
hundred feet below him. "Sir! In five
months send for us! But not before"'
"Aye, ayel will" came indistinctly from
the earth. There was an instantaneous
poising in the silent air. Then came
rushing, as Of many winds. Like torpedo