Chapter I: Front Matter

ONLY AUTHENTIC PORTRAIT OF
WILHELM HEINRICH SEBASTIAN VON TROOMP
(FROM THE OIL PAINTING).
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BARON TRUMP’S
MARVELLOUS
UNDERGROUND
JOURNEY

BY

INGERSOLL LOCKWOOD

AUTHOR OF “TRAVELS AND ADVENTURES OF LITTLE BARON TRUMP AND HIS
WONDERFUL DOG
BULGER” “WONDERFUL DEEDS AND DOINGS OF LITTLE GIANT BOAB AND HIS
TALKING RAVEN TABIB” “EXTRAORDINARY EXPERIENCES OF LITTLE
CAPTAIN DOPPELKOP ON THE SHORES OF BUBBLELAND” ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY

CHARLES HOWARD JOHNSON

BOSTON

LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS

10 MILK STREET

1893

COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY INGERSOLL LOCKWOOD

_All Rights Reserved_

MARVELLOUS UNDERGROUND JOURNEY

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BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE OF WILHELM HEINRICH
SEBASTIAN VON TROOMP, COMMONLY
CALLED LITTLE BARON TRUMP

As doubting Thomases seem to take particular pleasure in popping up on all occasions, Jack-in-the-Box-like, it may be well to head them off in this particular instance by proving that Baron Trump was a real baron, and not a mere baron of the mind. The family was originally French Huguenot—De la Trompe—which, upon the revocation of the Edict of Nantes in 1685, took refuge in Holland, where its head assumed the name of Van der Troomp, just as many other of the French Protestants rendered their names into Dutch. Some years later, upon the invitation of the Elector of Brandenburg, Niklas Van der Troomp became a subject of that prince, and purchased a large estate in the province of Pomerania, again changing his name, this time to Von Troomp.

The “Little Baron,” so called from his diminutive stature, was born some time in the latter part of the seventeenth century. He was the last of his race in the direct line, although cousins of his are to-day well-known Pomeranian gentry. He began his travels at an incredibly early age, and filled his castle with such strange objects picked up here and there in the far away corners of the world, that the simple-minded peasantry came to look upon him as half bigwig and half magician—hence the growth of the many myths and fanciful stories concerning this indefatigable globe-trotter. The date of his death cannot be fixed with any certainty; but this much may be said: Among the portraits of Pomeranian notables hanging in the Rathhaus at Stettin, there is one picturing a man of low stature, and with a head much too large for his body. He is dressed in some outlandish costume, and holds in his left hand a grotesque image in ivory, most elaborately carved. The broad face is full of intelligence, and the large gray eyes are lighted up with a good-natured but quizzical look that invariably attracts attention. The man’s right hand rests upon the back of a dog sitting on a table and looking straight out with an air of dignity that shows that he knew he was sitting for his portrait.

If a visitor asks the guide who this man is, he always gets for answer:—

“Oh, that’s the Little Baron!”

But little Baron who, that’s the question?

Why may it not be the famous Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian von Troomp, commonly called “Little Baron Trump,” and his wonderful dog Bulger?

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.

PAGE

BULGER IS GREATLY ANNOYED BY THE FAMILIARITY OF THE VILLAGE DOGS
AND THE PRESUMPTION OF THE HOUSE CATS.—HIS HEALTH SUFFERS
THEREBY, AND HE IMPLORES ME TO SET OUT ON MY TRAVELS AGAIN. I
READILY CONSENT, FOR I HAD BEEN READING OF THE WORLD WITHIN A
WORLD IN A MUSTY OLD MS. WRITTEN BY THE LEARNED DON FUM.—PARTING
INTERVIEWS WITH THE ELDER BARON AND THE GRACIOUS BARONESS MY
MOTHER.—PREPARATIONS FOR DEPARTURE. 1

CHAPTER II.

DON FUM’s MYSTERIOUS DIRECTIONS.—BULGER AND I SET OUT FOR
PETERSBURG, AND THENCE PROCEED TO ARCHANGEL.—THE STORY OF OUR
JOURNEY AS FAR AS ILITCH ON THE ILITCH.—IVAN THE TEAMSTER.—HOW
WE MADE OUR WAY NORTHWARD IN SEARCH OF THE PORTALS TO THE WORLD
WITHIN A WORLD.—IVAN’S THREAT.—BULGER’S DISTRUST OF THE MAN AND
OTHER THINGS. 7

CHAPTER III.

IVAN MORE AND MORE TROUBLESOME.—BULGER WATCHES HIM CLOSELY.—HIS
COWARDLY ATTACK UPON ME.—MY FAITHFUL BULGER TO THE RESCUE.—A
DRIVER WORTH HAVING.—HOW I WAS CARRIED TO A PLACE OF SAFETY.—IN
THE HANDS OF OLD YULIANA.—THE GIANTS’ WELL. 15

CHAPTER IV.

MY WOUND HEALS.—YULIANA TALKS ABOUT THE GIANTS’
WELL.—I RESOLVE TO VISIT IT.—PREPARATIONS TO ASCEND THE
MOUNTAINS.—WHAT HAPPENED TO YULIANA AND TO ME.—REFLECTION AND
THEN ACTION.—HOW I CONTRIVED TO CONTINUE THE ASCENT WITHOUT
YULIANA FOR A GUIDE. 20

CHAPTER V.

UP AND STILL UP, AND THROUGH THE QUARRIES OF THE DEMONS.—HOW THE
CATTLE KEPT THE TRAIL, AND HOW WE CAME AT LAST UPON THE BRINK OF
THE GIANTS’ WELL.—THE TERRACES ARE SAFELY PASSED.—BEGINNING OF
THE DESCENT INTO THE WELL ITSELF.—ALL DIFFICULTIES OVERCOME.—WE
REACH THE EDGE OF POLYPHEMUS’ FUNNEL. 28

CHAPTER VI.

MY DESPAIR UPON FINDING THE PIPE OF THE FUNNEL TOO SMALL FOR MY
BODY.—A RAY OF HOPE BREAKS IN UPON ME.—FULL ACCOUNT OF HOW I
SUCCEEDED IN ENTERING THE PIPE OF THE FUNNEL.—MY PASSAGE THROUGH
IT.—BULGER’S TIMELY AID.—THE MARBLE HIGHWAY AND SOME CURIOUS
THINGS CONCERNING THE ENTRANCE TO THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD. 33

CHAPTER VII.

OUR FIRST NIGHT IN THE UNDER WORLD, AND HOW IT WAS FOLLOWED BY THE
FIRST BREAK OF DAY.—BULGER’S WARNING AND WHAT IT MEANT.—WE FALL
IN WITH AN INHABITANT OF THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD.—HIS NAME AND
CALLING.—MYSTERIOUS RETURN OF NIGHT.—THE LAND OF BEDS, AND HOW
OUR NEW FRIEND PROVIDED ONE FOR US. 42

CHAPTER VIII.

“GOOD-MORNING AS LONG AS IT LASTS.”—PLAIN TALK FROM MASTER COLD
SOUL.—WONDERS OF GOGGLE LAND.—WE ENTER THE CITY OF THE
MIKKAMENKIES.—BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF IT.—OUR APPROACH TO THE ROYAL
PALACE.—QUEEN GALAXA AND HER CRYSTAL THRONE.—MASTER COLD SOUL’S
TEARS. 51

CHAPTER IX.

BULGER AND I ARE PRESENTED TO QUEEN GALAXA, THE LADY OF THE
CRYSTAL THRONE.—HOW SHE RECEIVED US.—HER DELIGHT OVER BULGER,
WHO GIVES PROOF OF HIS WONDERFUL INTELLIGENCE IN MANY WAYS.—HOW
THE QUEEN CREATES HIM LORD BULGER.—ALL ABOUT THE THREE WISE MEN
IN WHOSE CARE WE ARE PLACED BY QUEEN GALAXA. 56

CHAPTER X.

A BRIEF ACCOUNT OF MY CONVERSATIONS WITH DOCTOR NEBULOSUS, SIR
AMBER O’PAKE, AND LORD CORNUCORE, WHO TELL ME MANY THINGS THAT I
NEVER KNEW BEFORE, FOR WHICH I WAS VERY GRATEFUL. 63

CHAPTER XI.

PLEASANT DAYS PASSED AMONG THE MIKKAMENKIES, AND WONDERFUL THINGS
SEEN BY US.—THE SPECTRAL GARDEN, AND A DESCRIPTION OF IT.—OUR
MEETING WITH DAMOZEL GLOW STONE, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. 67

CHAPTER XII.

THE SAD, SAD TALE OF THE SORROWING PRINCESS WITH A SPECK IN HER
HEART, AND WHAT ALL HAPPENED WHEN SHE HAD ENDED IT, WHICH THE
READER MUST READ FOR HIMSELF IF HE WOULD KNOW. 73

CHAPTER XIII.

HOW I SET TO WORK TO UNDO A WRONG THAT HAD BEEN DONE IN THE
KINGDOM OF THE MIKKAMENKIES, AND HOW BULGER HELPED.—QUEEN
GALAXA’S CONFESSION.—I AM CREATED PRIME MINISTER AS LONG AS SHE
LIVES.—WHAT TOOK PLACE IN THE THRONE-ROOM.—MY SPEECH TO THE MEN
OF GOGGLE LAND, AFTER WHICH I SHOW THEM SOMETHING WORTH
SEEING.—HOW I WAS PULLED IN TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND WHAT
CAME OF IT. 79

CHAPTER XIV.

BULGER AND I TURN OUR BACKS ON THE FAIR DOMAIN OF QUEEN
CRYSTALLINA.—NATURE’S WONDERFUL SPEAKING-TUBE.—CRYSTALLINA’S
ATTEMPT TO TURN US BACK.—HOW I KEPT BULGER FROM YIELDING.—SOME
INCIDENTS OF OUR JOURNEY ALONG THE MARBLE HIGHWAY, AND HOW WE
CAME TO THE GLORIOUS GATEWAY OF SOLID SILVER. 86

CHAPTER XV.

THE GUARDS AT THE SILVER GATEWAY.—WHAT THEY WERE LIKE.—OUR
RECEPTION BY THEM.—I MAKE A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY.—THE WORLD’S
FIRST TELEPHONE.—BULGER AND I SUCCEED IN MAKING FRIENDS WITH
THESE STRANGERS.—A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE SOODOPSIES, THAT IS,
MAKE BELIEVE EYES, OR THE FORMIFOLK, THAT IS, ANT PEOPLE.—HOW A
BLIND MAN MAY READ YOUR WRITING. 91

CHAPTER XVI.

IDEAS OF THE FORMIFOLK CONCERNING OUR UPPER WORLD.—THE DANCING
SPECTRE.—THEIR EFFORTS TO LAY HOLD OF HIM.—MY SOLEMN PROMISE
THAT HE SHOULD BEHAVE HIMSELF.—WE SET OUT FOR THE CITY OF THE
MAKE-BELIEVE EYES.—MY AMAZEMENT AT THE MAGNIFICENCE OF THE
APPROACHES TO IT.—WE REACH THE GREAT BRIDGE OF SILVER, AND I GET
MY FIRST GLANCE OF THE CITY OF CANDELABRA.—BRIEF ACCOUNT OF THE
WONDERS SPREAD OUT BEFORE MY EYES.—EXCITEMENT OCCASIONED BY OUR
ARRIVAL.—OUR SILVER BED-CHAMBER. 98

CHAPTER XVII.

IN WHICH YOU READ, DEAR FRIENDS, SOMETHING ABOUT A LIVE ALARM
CLOCK AND A SOODOPSY BATHER AND RUBBER.—OUR FIRST BREAKFAST IN
THE CITY OF SILVER.—A NEW WAY TO CATCH FISH WITHOUT HURTING
THEIR FEELINGS.—HOW THE STREETS AND HOUSES WERE NUMBERED, AND
WHERE THE SIGNBOARDS WERE.—A VERY ORIGINAL LIBRARY IN WHICH
BOOKS NEVER GET DOG-EARED.—HOW VELVET SOLES ENJOYED HER FAVORITE
POETS.—I AM PRESENTED TO THE LEARNED BARREL BROW, WHO PROCEEDS
TO GIVE ME HIS VIEWS OF THE UPPER WORLD.—THEY ENTERTAINED ME
AMAZINGLY AND MAY INTEREST YOU. 104

CHAPTER XVIII.

EARLY HISTORY OF THE SOODOPSIES AS RELATED BY BARREL BROW.—HOW
THEY WERE DRIVEN TO TAKE REFUGE IN THE UNDER WORLD, AND HOW THEY
CAME UPON THE MARBLE HIGHWAY.—THEIR DISCOVERY OF NATURAL GAS
WHICH YIELDS THEM LIGHT AND WARMTH, AND OF NATURE’S MAGNIFICENT
TREASURE HOUSE.—HOW THEY REPLACED THEIR TATTERED GARMENTS AND
BEGAN TO BUILD THE CITY OF SILVER.—THE STRANGE MISFORTUNES THAT
CAME UPON THEM, AND HOW THEY ROSE SUPERIOR TO THEM, TERRIBLE AS
THEY WERE. 114

CHAPTER XIX.

BEGINS WITH SOMETHING ABOUT THE LITTLE SOODOPSIES, BUT BRANCHES
OFF ON ANOTHER SUBJECT; TO WIT.—THE SILENT SONG OF SINGING
FINGERS, THE FAIR MAID OF THE CITY OF SILVER.—BARREL BROW IS
KIND ENOUGH TO ENLIGHTEN ME ON A CERTAIN POINT, AND HE TAKES
OCCASION TO PAY BULGER A VERY HIGH COMPLIMENT, WHICH, OF COURSE,
HE DESERVED. 123

CHAPTER XX.

THIS IS A LONG AND A SAD CHAPTER.—IT TELLS HOW DEAR, GENTLE,
POUTING-LIP WAS LOST, AND HOW THE SOODOPSIES GRIEVED FOR HIM AND
WHOM THEY SUSPECTED.—BULGER GIVES A STRIKING PROOF OF HIS
WONDERFUL INTELLIGENCE WHICH ENABLES ME TO CONVINCE THE
SOODOPSIES THAT MY “DANCING SPECTRE” DID NOT CAUSE POUTING-LIP’S
DEATH.—THE TRUE TALE OF HIS TERRIBLE FATE.—WHAT FOLLOWS MY
DISCOVERY.—HOW A BEAUTIFUL BOAT IS BUILT FOR ME BY THE GRATEFUL
SOODOPSIES, AND HOW BULGER AND I BID ADIEU TO THE LAND OF THE
MAKE-BELIEVE EYES. 129

CHAPTER XXI.

HOW WE WERE LIGHTED ON OUR WAY DOWN THE DARK AND SILENT
RIVER.—SUDDEN AND FIERCE ONSLAUGHT UPON OUR BEAUTIFUL BOAT OF
SHELL.—A FIGHT FOR LIFE AGAINST TERRIBLE ODDS, AND HOW BULGER
STOOD BY ME THROUGH IT ALL.—COLD AIR AND LUMPS OF ICE.—OUR ENTRY
INTO THE CAVERN WHENCE THEY CAME.—THE BOAT OF SHELL COMES TO THE
END OF ITS VOYAGE.—SUNLIGHT IN THE WORLD WITHIN A WORLD, AND ALL
ABOUT THE WONDERFUL WINDOW THROUGH WHICH IT POURED, AND THE
MYSTERIOUS LAND IT LIGHTED. 140

CHAPTER XXII.

THE PALACE OF ICE IN THE GOLDEN SUNLIGHT, AND WHAT I IMAGINED IT
MIGHT CONTAIN.—HOW WE WERE HALTED BY A COUPLE OF QUAINTLY CLAD
SENTINELS.—THE KOLTYKWERPS.—HIS FRIGID MAJESTY KING
GELIDUS.—MORE ABOUT THE ICE PALACE, TOGETHER WITH A DESCRIPTION
OF THE THRONE-ROOM.—OUR RECEPTION BY THE KING AND HIS DAUGHTER
SCHNEEBOULE.—BRIEF MENTION OF BULLIBRAIN, OR LORD HOT HEAD. 150

CHAPTER XXIII.

LORD HOT HEAD AGAIN, AND THIS TIME A FULLER ACCOUNT OF HIM.—HIS
WONDROUS TALES CONCERNING THE KOLTYKWERPS: WHERE THEY CAME FROM,
WHO THEY WERE, AND HOW THEY MANAGED TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD OF
ETERNAL FROST.—THE MANY QUESTIONS I PUT TO HIM, AND HIS ANSWERS
IN FULL. 159

CHAPTER XXIV.

SOME FEW THINGS CONCERNING THE DEAR LITTLE PRINCESS
SCHNEEBOULE.—HOW SHE AND I BECAME FAST FRIENDS, AND HOW ONE DAY
SHE CONDUCTED BULGER AND ME INTO HER FAVORITE GROTTO TO SEE THE
LITTLE MAN WITH THE FROZEN SMILE.—SOMETHING ABOUT HIM.—WHAT CAME
OF MY HAVING LOOKED UPON HIM QUITE FULLY DESCRIBED. 164

CHAPTER XXV.

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT FOR BULGER AND ME AND WHAT FOLLOWED
IT.—INTERVIEW WITH KING GELIDUS.—MY REQUEST AND HIS REPLY.—WHAT
ALL TOOK PLACE WHEN I LEARNED THAT THE KING AND HIS COUNCILLORS
HAD DECIDED NOT TO GRANT MY REQUEST.—STRANGE TUMULT AMONG THE
KOLTYKWERPS, AND HOW HIS FRIGID MAJESTY STILLED IT, AND SOME
OTHER THINGS. 171

CHAPTER XXVI.

HOW THE QUARRY MEN OF KING GELIDUS CLEFT ASUNDER THE CRYSTAL
PRISON OF THE LITTLE MAN WITH THE FROZEN SMILE.—MY BITTER
DISAPPOINTMENT, AND HOW I BORE IT.—WONDERFUL HAPPENINGS OF THE
NIGHT THAT FOLLOWED.—BULGER AGAIN PROVES HIMSELF TO BE AN ANIMAL
OF EXTRAORDINARY SAGACITY. 176

CHAPTER XXVII.

EXCITEMENT OVER FUFFCOOJAH.—I CARRY HIM TO THE COURT OF KING
GELIDUS.—HIS INSTANT AFFECTION FOR PRINCESS SCHNEEBOULE.—I AM
ACCUSED OF EXERCISING THE BLACK ART.—MY DEFENCE AND MY
REWARD.—ANXIETY OF THE KOLTYKWERPS LEST FUFFCOOJAH PERISH OF
HUNGER.—THIS CALAMITY AVERTED, ANOTHER STARES US IN THE FACE:
HOW TO KEEP HIM FROM FREEZING TO DEATH.—I SOLVE THE PROBLEM, BUT
DRAW UPON ME A STRANGE MISFORTUNE. 183

CHAPTER XXVIII.

HOW A LITTLE BURDEN MAY GROW TO BE A GRIEVOUS ONE.—STORY OF A MAN
WITH A MONKEY IN HIS HOOD.—MY TERRIBLE SUFFERING.—CONCERNING THE
AWFUL PANIC THAT SEIZED UPON THE KOLTYKWERPS.—MY VISIT TO THE
DESERTED ICE-PALACE, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO FUFFCOOJAH.—END OF HIS
BRIEF BUT STRANGE CAREER.—A FROZEN KISS ON A BLADE OF HORN, OR
HOW SCHNEEBOULE CHOSE A HUSBAND. 190

CHAPTER XXIX.

SOMETHING CONCERNING THE MANY PORTALS TO THE ICY DOMAIN OF KING
GELIDUS AND THE DIFFICULT TASK OF CHOOSING THE RIGHT ONE.—HOW
BULGER SOLVED IT.—OUR FAREWELL TO THE COLD-BLOODED
KOLTYKWERPS.—SCHNEEBOULE’S SORROW AT LOSING US. 200

CHAPTER XXX.

ALL ABOUT THE MOST TERRIBLE BUT MAGNIFICENT RIDE I EVER TOOK IN MY
LIFE.—NINETY MILES ON THE BACK OF A FLYING MASS OF ICE, AND HOW
BULGER AND I WERE LANDED AT LAST ON THE BANKS OF A MOST
WONDERFUL RIVER.—HOW THE DAY BROKE IN THIS UNDER WORLD. 209

CHAPTER XXXI.

IN WHICH YOU READ OF THE GLORIOUS CAVERNS OF WHITE MARBLE FRONTING
ON THE WONDERFUL RIVER.—IN THE TROPICS OF THE UNDER WORLD.—HOW
WE CAME UPON A SOLITARY WANDERER ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER.—MY
CONVERSATION WITH HIM, AND MY JOY AT FINDING MYSELF IN THE LAND
OF THE RATTLEBRAINS, OR HAPPY FORGETTERS.—BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF
THEM. 217