Ho! For The South Pole!

: Doctor Jones' Picnic

Silver Cloud, meantime, had been returned to the place of her birth, the

great iron works upon the Potomac river. Another shapely three hundred

feet mast had been manufactured and erected. One morning about the

middle of September, the globe arose above the glittering mast and

slowly settled upon it. The fastenings were soon adjusted, the flag of

aluminum nailed to the peak, and Silver Cloud was herself again, ready

fo
another trip to the ends of the earth.



Will had made a number of additions and alterations, among which was an

increase in the size and strength of the coiled springs that were used

for hoisting purposes and running the dynamo. A powerful searchlight had

been added, and the electrical appliances greatly increased. Among other

things, he had a two horse power steam engine set up. This was to be

used for winding the springs. Good old John Barton was never happier in

his life than at this period. His interest in the globe was intense, and

he daily spent hours with Will at the iron works. He made several

valuable suggestions, and his hard common sense and experience were of

no little value to the architect.



"If I were not getting so far along in years, and mother was perfectly

well and willing, I should like nothing better than to go with you this

trip," said he to Dr. Jones. "But we will stay and keep house for you

until your return."



"And that will be but a very few weeks, I am quite sure," answered the

Doctor. "It is not likely that we shall be made prisoners three months

this trip. And that reminds me that I received a letter from Count

Icanovich this morning, Maggie, and it inclosed one from Feodora to

you."



The letters were hastily read. They were well, and Feodora had never

been better in her life. The Count had been studying and practicing the

new system of medicine, and, to his unbounded delight, had made some

center shots. His enthusiasm was steadily increasing, and he implored

the Doctor to return to Russia and co-operate with him in introducing

this God-given system into that vast empire. He assured him that they

had everything to hope for. The Princess was getting on quite

comfortably, and the fame of what Dr. Jones had done for her had become

national. Numerous physicians of note had called upon and written the

Prince and himself to ascertain the facts concerning the marvelous cures

that had been reported to them. The Prince and Princess sent their

sincere regards, etc. Feodora wrote in a lively strain to Mrs. Jones and

Mattie, and urged them to return to their castle for a good visit as

soon as possible. These letters were answered promptly, the Doctor

giving advice concerning a case or two that the Count had found

puzzling. He promised them a visit as soon after their return from the

South Pole as possible.



Two or three mornings later Washington was again packed with visitors to

witness the departure of Silver Cloud for the southern extremity of the

earth. Greater enthusiasm than before was expressed by everyone, for now

there were no skeptics, and everybody cheered with might and main.



As on the previous occasion, the hour of noon was selected for sailing.

This gave people from the surrounding country an opportunity to come in

and witness the magnificent scene. It was declared a holiday by general

consent, and it is no exaggeration to say that nearly the whole earth

was represented in the unnumbered hosts that filled the streets, covered

the housetops and surrounding hills, and every spot and place that

afforded any possibility of seeing the ascent of the globe.



The friends and acquaintances that the company collectively and

individually had formed were out in full force. Numerous and hearty were

the handshakings; "Good-bye," and "Bon Voyage," were heard on every

hand.



The globe was anchored at but fifty feet from the earth. The cage had

been enlarged so that the voyagers now ascended four at a time. This

they did a few minutes before noon. The organ was taken out upon the

balcony, and "God be with you till we meet again," was sung by our

friends. The three Bartons stood just below and opposite the choir,

tears of friendship and gratitude streaming down their faces. We will

state here (quite privately be it understood) that Will and Jennie had

come to an understanding that seemed to be very satisfactory to them,

and their leavetaking was more affectionate than is usual with mere

acquaintances, or even intimate friends. It is the old story. Cupid has

done his work again. Well, God bless them, and may a parson step in and

complete the love god's work very soon after Silver Cloud shall have

returned. And Fred visited Grace at the mayor's house in New York. There

may be trouble of the same sort brewing there.



But the bells and whistles have announced the hour for Bailing. The

anchors were tripped, and Silver Cloud arose with the majesty of the

Queen of Night, nearly perpendicularly above the city to the height of

three thousand feet; there, to the extreme satisfaction of Dr. Jones, a

brisk breeze from the northeast was encountered, and away sailed the

beautiful globe until the straining eyes of the multitude saw it as a

bright star-like point in the heavens, and then it disappeared--bound

for the SOUTH POLE.



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