All that day and all that night the two daring adventurers traveled steadily1 and directly north-eastward, and at the dawn of the next day they were floating high over western China. The air was thin and penetrating2 and both were shivering with cold.
Fitz Mee, standing3 upon the locker4 and watching the sunrise through the binocular, observed:
“We’re almost to our journey’s end, Bob.”
“Almost to Goblinland?” the boy queried5.
“Yes; I can see it.”
“Where—where?” Bob cried eagerly, mounting to his comrade’s side.
“See that mountain top a little to the left yonder?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s Goblinland.”
“Oo—h!” Bob muttered. “It must be a pretty cold place to live.” And his teeth chattered6 sympathetically at the thought.
“No, it isn’t,” the goblin assured him. “You see Goblinland is really the crater7 of a volcano.”
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“The crater of a volcano?” said Bob, in mild consternation8.
“Yes,” Fitz laughed. “But you needn’t be alarmed, Bob; it’s an extinct volcano. Still the crust over it is so thin that the ground is always warm and the climate mild. Now we’re getting right over the place. Release the selector and pump up the air-tank; and we’ll soon cast anchor in port.”
As they slowly descended9 Bob swept his eyes here and there, greedily taking in the scene. Goblinland was indeed the crater of an immense ancient volcano. The great pit was several miles in diameter and several hundred feet in depth, walled in by perpendicular10 cliffs of shiny, black, volcanic11 rock. Through the middle of this natural amphitheater ran a clear mountain brook12; and on either side of the stream, near the center of the plain, were the rows of tiny stone houses constituting Goblinville. Shining white roadways wound here and there, graceful13 little bridges spanned the brook, and groves14 of green trees and beds of blooming flowers were everywhere.
“How beautiful!” Bob exclaimed involuntarily.
“Yes,” the goblin nodded, his eyes upon the village below, “to me, at least; it’s my home.”
“I know now why you goblins always travel in balloons,” the lad remarked; “you can’t get out of your country in any other way.”
Again Fitz Mee nodded absent-mindedly. Then he said: “My people are out to welcome us, Bob. Look down there in the public square.”
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The boy did as directed. “What a lot of ’em, Fitz!” he tittered gleefully. “And what bright-colored clothes they wear—red and green and blue and all colors!”
“Yes,” Fitz Mee answered. Then, after a momentary15 pause: “The mayor will be present to greet us, Bob. He’ll make a speech; and you must be very polite and respectful. See them waving at us—and hear them cheering!”
A few minutes later the balloon had touched the earth and eager hands had grasped the anchor-rope.
“Hello! Hello, Fitz Mee! Welcome home, Fitz Mee!” were the hearty16 greetings that arose on all sides.
Fitz Mee stepped to the ground, bowing and smiling, and Bob silently followed his example. The balloon was dragged away and the populace closed in upon the new arrivals, elbowing and jostling one another and chuckling17 and cackling immoderately.
“Shake!” they cried. “Give us a wag of your paw, Fitz Mee! Shake, Bob Taylor!”
There were goblins great and goblins small, goblins short and goblins tall; goblins fat and goblins lean, goblins red and goblins green; goblins young and goblins old, goblins timid, goblins bold; goblins dark and goblins fair—goblins, goblins everywhere!
Bob was much amused at their cries and antics and just a little[146] frightened at their exuberant18 friendliness19. Fitz Mee shook hands with all comers, and chuckled20 and giggled21 good-naturedly.
“Out of the way!” blustered22 a hoarse23 voice. “Out of the way for his honor, the mayor!”
A squad24 of rotund and husky goblins, in blue police uniforms and armed with maces, came forcing in their way through the packed crowd. Immediately behind them was the mayor, a pursy, wrinkled old fellow wearing a long robe of purple velvet25. The officers cleared a space for him, and he advanced and said pompously26:
“Welcome, Fitz Mee, known the world over as the Little Green Goblin of Goblinville. I proclaim you the bravest, if not the speediest, messenger and minister Goblinland has ever known. Again, welcome home; and welcome to your friend and comrade, Master Robert Taylor of Yankeeland. I trust that he will find his stay[147] among us pleasant, and that he will in no way cause us to regret that we have made the experiment of admitting a human being—and a boy at that!—to the sacred precincts of Goblinville. The freedom of the country and the keys of the city shall be his. Once more, a sincere and cordial welcome.”
Then to the officers: “Disperse the populace, and two of you escort the Honorable Fitz Mee and his companion to their dwelling-place, that they may seek the rest they greatly need after so arduous28 a journey.”
The officers promptly29 and energetically carried out the orders of their chief.
When Fitz and Bob were alone in the former’s house, the latter remarked:
“Fitz, I believe I’ll like to live in Goblinville.”
“I—I hope you will, Bob,” was the rather disappointing reply.
“Hope I will? Don’t you think I will, Fitz?”
“I don’t know; boys are curious animals.”
“Well, I think I will. You know you said I could do as I pleased here.”
“Yes.”
“Say, Fitz?”
“Well.”
“How does it come that you goblins speak my language?”
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“We speak any language—all languages.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Why, how do you learn so many?”
“We don’t have to learn ’em; we just know ’em naturally—as we know everything else we know at all.”
“My, that’s great! You don’t have to go to school, not study, nor anything, do you?”
“No.”
“I wish I was a goblin.”
“But you’re not,” laughed Fitz Mee; “and you never will be.”
“But I’ll be a man some day, and that will be better.”
“Maybe you will.”
“Maybe?”
“You’ll never be a man if you stay in Goblinland.”
“I won’t?”
“No.”
“Won’t I ever grow any?”
“Not as long as you stay in Goblinland—and eat our kind of food.”
“Well, I’ll get older, and then I’ll be a man, or a goblin, or something—won’t I?”
“You’ll still be a boy.”
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“Pshaw!” Bob pouted30. “I don’t like that. You told me I could be what I pleased in Goblinland.”
“No, I didn’t,” Fitz Mee returned quietly but firmly. “I told you that in our country boys—meaning goblin boys, of course—were compelled to do what pleased them and were not permitted to do what pleased others. That law or custom is still in effect; and you, as a human boy, will be subject to it.”
“And I can do anything that pleases me?”
“You can’t do anything else.”
“Good!” Bob shouted gleefully. “I guess I’ll like Goblinland all right; and I don’t care if I do stay a boy. Am I the first human boy that ever got into your country, Fitz?”
“You’re the first human being of any kind that ever set foot in Goblinland.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll try not to make your people sorry you brought me here, Fitz.”
“That’s all right, Bob,” his companion made reply, a little dejectedly, the boy thought. “And what would you like to do first—now that you are in a land that is absolutely new to you?”
“Fitz, I’d like to take a good long sleep.”
“That would please you?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“More than anything else, for the present?”
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“Yes.”
“All right. Off to bed you go. You’ll find a couch in the next room. Go in there and tumble down.”
“I will pretty soon.”
“But you must go now.”
“Must go now? Why?”
“Because it’s the law in Goblinland that a boy shall do what he pleases—and at once.”
“Well, I won’t go to bed till I get ready, Fitz.”
“You don’t mean to defy the law, do you, Bob?”
“Doggone such an old law!” the lad muttered peevishly31.
Fitz Mee giggled and held his sides and rocked to and fro.
“What’s the matter of you, anyhow?” Bob cried crossly.
His comrade continued to laugh, his knees drawn32 up to his chin, his fat face convulsed.
“Old Giggle-box!” the boy stormed. “You think you’re smart—making fun of me.”
Fitz Mee grew grave at once.
“Bob,” he said soberly, “you’ll get into trouble, and you’ll get me into trouble.”
“I don’t care.”
“Go to bed at once, that’s a good boy.”
“I won’t do it.”
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Just then the outer door opened and a uniformed officer stepped into the room.
“His honor, the mayor, begs me to say,” he gravely announced, “that as Master Robert Taylor has said that he would be pleased to sleep, he must go to sleep—and at once. His honor trusts that Master Taylor will respect and obey the law of the land, without further warning.”
The officer bowed and turned and left the house.
“Well, I declare!” Bob gasped33, completely taken aback. “What kind of a country is this, anyhow?”
Fitz Mee tumbled to the floor, and rolled and roared.
The ludicrousness of the situation appealed to the fun-loving Bob, and he joined in his companion’s merriment. Together they wallowed and kicked upon the floor, prodding34 each other in the ribs[152] and indulging in other rude antics indicative of their exuberant glee.
When they had their laugh out Bob remarked:
“Well, I’ll go to bed, Fitz, just to obey the law; but I don’t suppose I can snooze a bit.”
Contrary to his expectations, however, the lad, really wearier than he realized, soon fell asleep. He slept through the day and far into the hours of darkness; and it was almost dawn of the next day when he awoke. He quietly arose and began to inspect his surroundings. A soft white radiance flooded the room. He drew aside the window-blind and peeped out. Darkness reigned35, but bright lights twinkled here and there. He dropped the blind and again turned his attention to the things within.
“I wonder if Fitz is awake,” he mumbled36; “I’m hungry. I suppose he slept on the couch in the next room. I wonder where all this brightness comes from; I don’t see a lamp of any kind. Huh! It comes from that funny little black thing on the stand there. What kind of lamp can it be—hey?”
He walked over and looked at the strange object—a small perforated cone37, from the many holes of which the white light streamed. Noticing a projecting button near the top of the black cone, he made hold to touch it and give it a slight turn. Instantly the holes had closed and the room was in darkness. He turned the button back again; and the holes were open and the room was light as day.
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“Well, that beats me!” muttered Bob. “It looks like an electric light; but I don’t see any wires. There aren’t any wires. I must find Fitz and learn about this thing.”
He peeped into the adjoining room, which was in darkness, and called:
“Fitz! Oh, Fitz! Are you asleep, Fitz?”
“Huh?” was the startled reply. “Yes—no, I guess so—I guess not, I mean.”
Bob laughed.
“Well, get up and come in here,” he said.
“Why, it isn’t morning yet,” the goblin objected.
“I’ve had my sleep out, anyhow.”
“I haven’t.”
“Well, get up and come in here, won’t you?”
“I suppose I might as well,” grumbled38 Fitz; “you won’t let me sleep any more.”
Then, appearing in the doorway39 and rubbing his pop eyes and blinking: “Now, what do you want?”
“First, I want to know what kind of a light this is,” indicating the little black cone.
“Why, it’s an electric light, of course,” Fitz Mee made answer, in a tone that showed his wonder and surprise that Bob should ask such a question.
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“I don’t see how it can be, I don’t see any wires.”
“Wires?” chuckled Fitz. “We don’t need any wires.”
“Well, where does the electricity come from, then?”
“From the bug40 under the cone.”
“The bug?”
“Yes, the electric firefly. Didn’t you ever see one?”
Bob shook his head—half in negation41, half in incredulity.
“Well, I guess they’re peculiar42 to Goblinland, then,” Fitz went on, grinning impishly. “We raise them here by thousands and use them for lighting43 purposes. The electric firefly is a great bug. Like the electric eel27, it gives one a shock if he touches it; and like the ordinary firefly, it sheds light—but electric light, and very bright. I’ll show you.” He gingerly lifted the perforated cone.
There lay a bug, sure enough, a bug about the size of a hickory-nut, and so scintillant44, so bright, that the eye could hardly gaze upon it.
“And this is the only kind of light you have in Goblinland, Fitz?” the boy asked.
“Yes. We light our houses, our streets, our factories, our mines, everything with them.”
“Wonderful!” Bob exclaimed. “And what do you do for fire, for heat?”
“We don’t need heat for our dwellings45. Owing to the fact that[155] our country is protected from all cold winds by the high cliffs around it, and that the earth crust is thin over the fires of the volcano below, the temperature remains46 about eighty the year round. Then, we don’t cook any crude, nasty food, as you humans do; so—”
“No, you live on pills,” Bob interjected, in a tone of scorn and disgust. “Bah!”
“So,” Fitz Mee went on smoothly47, unheeding his comrade’s splenetic interruption, “all we need heat for is in running our factories. For that we bore down to the internal fire of the earth.”
“Well—well!” Bob ejaculated. “You do?”
“Yes.”
“Well, where are your factories, Fitz? I didn’t see anything that looked like factories when we got out of the balloon.”
“They’re all in caverns48 hewed49 in the cliffs.”
“And the fire you use comes from ’way down in the ground?”
“Yes.”
“And you light your factories with electric fireflies?”
The goblin gravely nodded. Bob was thoughtfully silent for a moment; then he remarked:
“It must be awfully50 hot work in your factories—the men shut up in caves, and no fresh air.”
“We have plenty of fresh air in our works,” Fitz hastened to make plain; “we have large funnel-shaped tubes running up to the[156] mountain-tops. The cold wind pours down through them, and we can turn it on or off at our pleasure.”
“Say!” Bob cried.
“What?” queried his companion.
“I’d like to go through your factories.”
“You mean what you say, Bob?”
“Mean what I say?” said Bob, in surprise bordering on indignation. “Of course I do.”
“That you’d like to go through our factories?”
“Certainly. Why not?”
“When do you want to make the—the experiment—the effort?”
“To-day—right away, soon as we’ve had something to eat.”
“All right, Bob,”—with a smile and a shake of the head,—“but—”
“But what?”
“Nothing. We’ll have breakfast and be off. It’s coming daylight, and the factories will be running full blast in an hour from now.”
“More pills for breakfast, I reckon,” Bob grumbled surlily.
“More tablets and pellets,” Fitz Mee grinned, rubbing his hands together and rolling his pop eyes.
“Huh!” the boy grunted51 ungraciously. “I wish you folks[157] cooked and ate food like civilized52 people. I’m getting tired of nothing but pills. I can’t stand it very long—that’s all.”
“You’ll get used to it,” the goblin said, consolingly.
“Used to it!” the boy snorted angrily. “Yes, I’ll get used to it like the old man’s cow got used to living on sawdust; about the time she was getting used to it she died.” But he accepted the pellets and tablets his companion offered him, and meekly53 swallowed them. Then they caught up their caps and left the house.
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