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"All the more reason for our getting the Snowbird into flying shape," responded Jack. "Maybe we'll be able to escape the bump!" "You can laugh," grumbled Mark. "But I don't like the look of that thing." "Evidently the professor does not like it, either," agreed Jack. "See him now." Professor Henderson was gazing first into the telescope and then drawing upon a paper before him.
The disaster was so great that Mark gave up hope. "We're done for now!" he cried. "The poor Snowbird is a wreck. And how are we ever going to get out of this hole?" "Hush, my boy!" admonished the professor. "Don't lose your grip. This is truly a serious predicament; but we have been in tight places before." "Nothing worse than this," grumbled Mark. "Nor half so bad.
"I'm afraid we'll never be able to hoist the Snowbird," said Jack, sadly. "I reckon we'll have to say good-bye to it." "Don't lose heart," repeated Professor Henderson. "Lead the way, Andy. Let us try chipping the ice away." Cold it indeed was down there in the maw of the ice-field; but Wash made some more hot drink and the hunter and the oil man went at the ice-wall with vigor.
Small game grew scarce and very wild; the caribou had wandered far away to other ranges; and the cubs would dig for hours after a mouse, or stalk a snowbird, or wait with endless patience for a red squirrel to stop his chatter and come down to search under the snow for a fir cone that he had hidden there in the good autumn days.
The Snowbird swung to one side. Her right forward plane crashed against the wall of ice, shattering some of the hard crystal. But on the rebound the fluttering flying machine sank lower. Jack tried to make her rise. She refused to obey the lever.
But Mark had taken Jack's place in the controller's seat and neither he nor his chum felt that he wished to give over the guidance of the Snowbird to anybody else. Now, some distance ahead, the peak of Mt. Katahdin, gloriously mantled in moonlight, rose before them.
Before the young aviator could swerve the flying machine to escape the vane upon the roof of the tower, and the long arms of the mill, they were right upon these things! The fast-shooting Snowbird was jarred through all her members; but she tore loose.
"I wish we were back at that man's house." "Or could find the Snowbird pretty soon," added Mark. "We're going right for it I'm sure of that," said Jack, cheerfully. And scarcely had he spoken when the four suddenly clung to each other, rocking on their feet! Washington White shrieked aloud, fell upon his knees, and it took but little to drag the boys and Andy Sudds with him.
Are you really happy, little snowbird, nestling in the down of mother-love, which like the veritable baby you are you so pined for? "Regina, I am going to tell you something. Bar the windows, lock the doors, shut it up for ever, close in your own heart. A few nights ago, I went with an English friend to the Conversationshaus.
Dere would be a big bunch o' crape hung on Wash White's do', suah as you is bawn, boy!" But although the roar of the thunder and whining of the wind nearly drowned other sounds in and about the flying machine, save for a freshening of the gale the Snowbird was at first but little disturbed by the tempest which raged with such fury a thousand feet below.
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