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‘§ The subscription price of the FRANK READE” LIBRARY
for, - TOUSEY,:> PuBLisHER; 3! and
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CHAPTER I.
PUTTING THE “ ANIMILE” TOGETHER.
“(MusHa, my God, an’ what do ye call it?” -
Frank Reade looked up with a pleasant smile,
as a brick-colored head was thrust into the half-
open doorway of the wood-shed, where he was
hard at work putting the several parts of his in-
vention together. : :
“Call itl? said the sixteen-year-old genius,
with a proud glance at his wonderful idea;
“why, I call ita steam horse.” . .
“A harse, is it?”
“Tt is,” said Frank. .
“Wid stale an’ iron legs, an’ a big copper belly
on him?” . -
* You're right.” .
* An’ can he walk?” ~ 4
“Yes, and runtoo.” =~
“‘Worra, worra, did yez iver hear the loikes o°
that?” cried the Irishman, throwing up his hands
tn astonishment. ‘* Would ye have the nateness
to allow me tosthep in for a whist, while I ob-
éarve tho construction of the conthrivance?. I
can philosophize, and so forth, but be the smoke
0’ Kate Kelly’s pipe (befthe’same token, it was a
rale black dudeen), this bates me philosophy, it
0.” . t , ~
Who are you?” asked Frank.
“ .
“Patrick McSpalten’s‘my name. Will yez al-
low mein?” . .
“ T suppose so,” said Frank, and into the wood-
shed walked the Irishman.
He was a good-natured looking man of about
thirty, Ipleasant-faced, well-dressed, and full, of
arney. : :
* Arrah, it’s a jaynus ye are.” he said as he
looked at Frank’s invention. ‘‘ An’ do ye mane
to tell me that you constructed that conthrivance
all out of yer own head, me gossoon?”
“Oh, no,” grinned Frank. “TI use quite a
quantity of steel, iron and copper.” :
“Oh, I didn’t mane that,” hastily said Patrick
McSpalten. “Iwantto know if ye conthrived
the masheen all alone?” * .
“* You bet your bottom dollar I did,” said Frank.
“T could make a metal casting of any animaland
send it traveling with speed. This horse’ will
probably travel at the rate of sixty miles an hour
when under high pressure, and could keep going
thirty-flve or forty miles an hour for ten hours,
joint.” > . .
“Is that so?” ejaculated 'Patrick. “I. can
hilosophize and so forth, but that bates me.
vow, I moind that Iwas ist as mueh surprised
whin I was tould about aSthame Mon that thray-
eled over the counthry out west and—-—”
“What?” cried Frank Reade, surprise ringing
in his voice, ‘‘The Steam Man was my inven-
on.” .
“Yo mane it?”
“Of course; I invented the old fellow and
travoled over tho west with him.”
‘“* Honor bright now?” said McSpalten,
‘Honor bright,” said Frank.
“ Thin ye are the broth of a gossoon he was
telling me about.”
~ Who?”
“Mo cousin,” ~
** What's his name?”. /
“ Barney Shea.”
“What!” eriod the much-pleased boy, ‘* is Bar-
‘ney Shea your cousin?”
“Av coorso bo is. Mo grandfeyther on mo
Frank Reade and tis §
Author of, «The Steam Man
with occasional ten minute stops to cool a hot}
a FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM HORSE.) Shade
by the
Nort
By “NONAME.”
mother’s side was an O’Reilly, and Barney’s
grandmother on his feyther’s side was a McSpal-
ten, and didn’t they mate one foine summer’s
marning, and all the lossies and lods——~”
“Oh, hire a stump,” broke in Frank, “Never
mind the old folks, but tell me about Barney,
How is he?”
“¢ Well and harety.” : :
‘When did you see him last?” :
** A month ago, when hefsaid God speed to me
on the quay at Dublin. Ah, he’s reat mon in
the county now, is me cousin. Barney Shea.
Frank Rade is yer name, for mony a toime has
he tould me of yer diviltries with the red haythen
out in the west.” . ’
«Frank Reade is my name,” said the young in-
ventor. ‘Is Barney coming back to this country,
do you know ?” -
‘Faith, I heerd him talkin’ about the matther,
an’ saying that he moight take a pleasure trip to
this land.” .
‘Do you know his address ?” :
“Do I, don’t I?” cried Pat. ‘ Would yez be
afther sinding a letther to the mon ?”
. That’s the idea,” satd Frank, |
“ For what ?” .
“To get him to come out hero and travel with
” : :
e.
** And with that thing ?” a
“Yes,” said Frank. ‘‘He was the darndest
cuss to fight that ever I laid my eyes on. He
was always spoiling for a first class shake-up or
knock-down, and he was the toughest boy ina
rough hand-to-hand scrimmage that ever wal-
loped his way through the West. I could depend
on him when there was fighting for us to handle,
and he was {a- mighty stanch friend to me.
What's his aduress ?” .
“Esquire Barney Shea, Clonakilty, County of
Cork, Ireland.” . 2°
“All right,” said Frank, jotting it down ina
book, “ I’ve got it.” .
‘“Whist now,” said Pat, ‘“‘whin ye direct
the letther, moind that yez don’t lave off the
esquire.” . :
“Til moind,” said Frank. .
**Now, will ye be afther havin’ the extrame
nateness of showin’ me how in the name of the
soven wondhers of the worruld ye mane to make
that conthrivance thravel loike a harse ?”
** Certainly,” said Frank, approaching the in-
vention with a great deal of pardonable pride.
‘You can see very plainly that the machine is in
every respect similar toahorse.”. § 0 *
“JT moind thatsame.” . - :
“Then I will begin with tho information neces-
sary to make you understand how the old thing
works,” said Frank. ‘In the first place this
copper belly is nothing more nor less than a well-
tested, strongly-mado boiler, occupying the
greater part of the distance between the fore legs
and hind ones; this gives’ room to the steam-
chest proper and boiler, and they extend into the
haunches. . Understand ?”
‘Oh, yis, I can philosophize an’ so forth,” said
McSpalten, sitting on a wooden bench and look-
ing as wise as an owl.
“Then hero, almost on the top of the Lorse’s
haunches,” said Frank, “ arethe valves, by means
of which I can at any time examine cither the
water or the steam, and regulate accordingly.
Forward of this is the place where my fire burns,
the door of the furnace being in the chest, as you
can see, Flues running up through the animal's
head will allow the smoke to pass out of his ears,
’
team Horse.
-| head fs turnin’
ear is $2.50: $1.25 per six months, post-paid. “Address FRANK,
h Moore Street, New York. ” Box 2730. : 3 ;
of the Plains,” ‘The Boy Balloonist," etc, etc., ete.
while similar pipes will carry tho steam out of the
horse’s nose.”
' “ Mushal musha! did ye iver hear the bate 0”
that ?” murmured Patrick. . :
“In the head,” continued Frank, “I have are.
ranged a clock-work contrivance that will feed
coils of magnesium wire as fast as it burns to the
flame of a small lamp that is set between a
polished reflector and the glass that forms each
eye. Ishallthus have a powerful light at night
time, and on the level plains shall be able to sea
very clearly one mile ahead, if the night was just
as black as a piece of coal.”
“‘Worral worral” gasped McSpalten. - “ Me
round. Go on, me gossoon.”
“Ofcourse the power is applied by means of
iron rods running down the hollow limbs, and
having an upward, downward, and forward mo-
tion. By reversing steam I can make the horse.
back. Here, at the knees, I open ‘these slides
and rake out the cinders and ashes that falls
from the fire in the horse’s chest. Tho animal’s
hoofs are sharp shod, so there’s no danger of him
slipping, either uphill or down.” :
“‘An’ will ye be afther ridin’ on the back of that
crayture?” . .
“Oh no,” smiled Frank, Iam making a wagon
to ride in and carry my supplies for myself and
the horse, and the animal -will be harnessed tu
the truck, which will be constructed so as to
stand the joltings of rapid travel. There, now, I
guess you can understand the idea of the thing
pretty well, can’t you?” “4 ‘
“Oh, yis, I can philosophize an’ so forth, an’ I
have the ijee very foinely,” said Patrick Me-
Spalten. ‘An’ now. I'll be'afther goin’ to me
cousin’s, the O'Flaherty family, hard ~ It’s out
wist I’m goin’ mesilf to-morrow, an’ may mate
you there-some foie day. Tl grow wid the
counthry, an’ whin I make a fartune loike me
Cousin Shea, then {ts back to | swate Clonakilty
Ul go, an’ thin I uire MeS .
yez moind that?” - a alien . Do
“Success to you,” said Frank, «Yow ll make |
oss. *
it out, I . . ‘ .
“ Faith, Dll thry,” said Patriex. | WI yez be
afther havin the hageness a sind me respects to
me Cousin Shea, and te! mon thai
mate him in this land?” nee *T hope to
“T will,” said Frank.
“Tak
look out for sharpers, roar ns
keep your weather eye
fkinned, and your hand on your wallet. Good- -
“Good-bye, me brave gossoon,” said the Irish-
man, grasping the boy’s slender hand in a fare-
well shake, ‘Ye can’t fail 0° making your mark,
for ye can philosophize an’ so forth 'as well a3
mes: t; and Til wager the last bit o’ baccy for me
z that you'll raise the very divil wid yer
thame Horse.” : ‘ :
CHAPTER I.
BARNEY IN IRELAND,
“ Mrs. O"'Doonanay,”
“Yes, Squire Shea.” :
“How many moro toimes am { to order you to
kapo that divilish dirty ould sow out’ o’ me
schmoking room?” .
‘Be mo sowl, sir,
forninst her, and the r sow was only follerin’
when ye banged tho dure agen hor.” ‘
“Thin moind ye, Mrs. Faylix O’Doolahan, for
rifled wid in this style, A want ye
to kape the pigs and childer out o
tholitter went flying through :
me schmok-