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Title: The boy aviators' treasure quest; or, The golden galleon
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Goldfrap, John H
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Publisher: New York, Hurst
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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rath at hisinvasion, suddenly charged at him. She caught him,just as he was striving to maintain his balance, and theunlucky inventor for the second time that day washurled to the ground. Are you hurt ? yelled the crowd. Am I hurt—aber I am dead, I dink! shouted backthe badly rumpled Schmidt. Ach himmel! der Grass-hohher is a pig-pen-hopper, aint it? He hastened over to where the Grasshopper, herengine still going and her propeller still beating theair, lay like a dismal wreck in the trees on the otherside of the pig-pen. Donner und blitzen, you Grasshobber, you myneck brek yet, I dink, roared Schmidt, gazing af thedisaster. Vos iss los mit you, any vay, you badGrasshobber. Himmel! dot propeller almost takes mynose off. Aber nicht, I am a dunderhead. I forget toturn der switch; dots vy I cant stob der Grasshob-ber ven she hobs avay. Rapidly muttering these remarks in an undertonethe old man finally turned off the switch and the en-gine, with a grunt and a sigh, came to a standstill.
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The Luckless Aviator and the Pig. I PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOX i BOY AVIATORS TREASURE QUEST. 103 Veil, I am oud of der race, announced philosoph-ical Schmidt, as the propeller came to a stop. * Abermaybe dots chiist as veil. If I ged into der race may-be I be by der cemetery already to-morrow. As he was consoling himself with this thought arough-looking man in overalls hastened up. He car-ried a shotgun. Get off my turnip land, he shouted to the crowd, or Ill fill some one full of birdshot. The crowd scattered, and old Schmidt among them;but the man with the shotgun was on him in twojumps. See here, you bumble-bee, he bellowed; youand I have got an account to settle before you getaway from me. What do you mean by coming flop-ping on to my farm and breaking my pig-pen? Aber, I didnt come, der Grasshobber bring me— expostulated Schmidt, 1 vould much rather havebeen somevere else. I dont like pork except mitsauerkraut. ** Well, youve scared my prize sow out of a yearsgrowth, smashed

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