Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and His Wonderful Dog Bulger
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Title: Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and His Wonderful Dog Bulger
Author: Ingersoll Lockwood
Release Date: December 29, 2018 [eBook #58566]
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THE LITTLE BARON DISCHARGES HIS TUTORS. THEY LEAVE THE BARONIAL HALL IN HIGH DUDGEON.
TRAVELS AND ADVENTURES
LITTLE BARON TRUMP
HIS WONDERFUL DOG BULGER
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
|Brief Account of the Little Baron’s Famous Ancestor, the “Armless Knight,”||7|
|Something about the Elder Baron, the Little Baron’s Father—How the Elder Baron made the Ascent of the Mountains of the Moon—Wonderful Escape of the Elder Baron and Baroness from the Impenetrable Fog,||12|
|Birth of Bulger and the Little Baron in the Land of the Melodious Sneezers—How the Little Baron was Rescued from Death by His Faithful Bulger—The Elder Baron’s Return to Europe—His Trouble with the Little Baron’s Tutors,||19|
|How the Elder Baron and Baroness, the Household Servants, and the Horses and Cattle, of the Baronial Estates, all lost Flesh in consequence of the Elder Baron’s Worrying about the Investment of the Little Baron’s Fortune—How the Little Baron Solved the Problem—How the Elder Baron Objected to the Little Baron’s setting out on His Travels—Steps taken by the Little Baron to Overcome this Opposition,||30|
|The Little Baron’s First Voyage to Southern Seas, with a Brief Account of how He Triumphed over the Terrors of Port No Man’s Port and Rescued his Vessel from the Terrible Calm—His and Bulger’s Wonderful Experience with that Strange Folk, the Wind Eaters—Their Attempt to Slay Him; and, Bulger’s timely Arrival,||39|
|The Elder Baron’s Gift of a Copy of a Roman Newspaper—The Strange Story it contained—How the Little Baron, upon reading it, was moved to set sail in Search of the Sculptors’ Isle—His Sojourn in the Land of the Slow Movers—Its Effect upon Little Baron—His narrow escape from becoming a Slow Mover Himself,||103|
|Journey of Bulger and the Little Baron to Central Asia—Benè-agâ, the Blind Guide—Their Passage through the Great Gloomy Forest and their Perilous Flight down the Rocky Steps of Bōga-Drappa—Adventures among the Umi-Lobas or Man-Hoppers, in the Dominion of King Gâ-roo,||136|
|Visit of the Little Baron to Neptune’s Caldron—How a Fearful Storm drove them on the Coast of China—His and Bulger’s Adventures in the Kingdom of the Sun, including an account of Bulger’s Arrest and Trial—Although defended by the Little Baron, he is sentenced to Death,||210|
|How the Little Baron again left Home contrary to Bulger’s Advice—Some Account of the Awful Storm which cast them on the Island of Gô-gû-lâh—Adventures among the Roundbodies who inhabited it—Marriage of the Little Baron to Princess Rōlâ-Bōlâ Utterly Incredible Manner in which the Little Baron and Bulger made their Escape from the Domain of King Bô-gôô-gôô,||260|
Short account of one of the little Baron’s most celebrated ancestors,called “The Armless Knight.” His wonderful strength and bravery.How he followed Cœur de Lion to the Orient. His brilliant exploitson the battle-field, under the walls of Joppa. His marriage in thepresence of Saladin and Cœur de Lion.
SWORD STIRRUPS OF MY ANCESTOR, THE FAMOUS ARMLESS KNIGHT.
I come from one of the mostancient and honorable families ofNorth Germany—famous for its valorand love of adventure.
One of my ancestors, when justentering the twenties heard at hisfather’s table one morning, that England’sgreat King Cœur de Lion wasabout to lead an army against the infidels.
“Gracious parent,” cried the youngman starting up from his seat, hiseyes on fire, his cheeks ablaze, “MayI join the Crusaders and aid in thedestruction of the enemies of ourholy religion?” “Alas, poor boy!”replied his father, casting a pityingglance at the youth, who, throughsome strange freak of nature hadbeen born armless, “thou wert not intended for terribleconflicts such as await our cousin Cœur de Lion. Thou8lackest every means of wielding the battle sword, of couchingthe lance. ’Twould be murder to set thy defenceless body beforethe uplifted cimeter of the merciless Moslem! My dear son,banish such thoughts from thy mind and turn thee to poesyand philosophy, thou shalt add new lustre to our family nameby thy learning.” “Nay gracious parent, hear me!” urged theyouth with eloquent eye: “true, nature has denied me arms,but she has not been so cruel as might be supposed for, as compensation,she has given a giant’s strength to my lower limbs.Dost not remember how last month, I slew a wild boar with oneblow from the heel of my hunting-boot?” “I do,” answeredthe grim old Baron with a smile, “but—” “Pardon my interruptionnoble father” came from the young man, “I shall gointo battle doubly armed, for to each stirrup shall I affix asword and woe betide the Mussulman who dares meet me onthe battle-field.”
“Go then my son!” cried the old Baron as the tears trickleddown his battle-scarred cheeks, “go, join our royal cousin Cœurde Lion and if thou, armless, canst withstand the fury of theinfidel, another glory will be added to the name of Trump, and inthis ancestral hall shall hang a portrait of the ‘ArmlessKnight,’ upon which for all time the lovers of valiant deedsshall rest their wondering eyes.”
The joy of my young ancestor knew no bounds.
Scarcely staying to make needful preparations for his journey,with a handful of trusty retainers, he rode from the castleyard amid the plaudits of thousands of fair women who hadgathered from the neighboring city to wish God speed to the“Armless Knight.”
’Twas not until the famous battle under the walls of Joppathat my ancestor had an opportunity to give an exhibition ofhis bravery, his extraordinary strength, and the resistless furyof his onslaughts.
Not one, not five, not ten common soldiers dared face the“Armless Knight.”
Whole squadrons recoiled in terror before this mysteriousavenger of the wrongs of Christendom, who, without hands,9struck down the Moslem warriors, as the grain falls before theblast.
Again and again, Saladin sent the flower of his men againstthe “Armless Knight,” whose strength and valor had alreadymade his name a terror to the superstitious soldiery. Littlerealizing the terrible fate awaiting him, the Moslem warriorwould rush upon my ancestor with uplifted cimeter, when withone blow of his sword-armed stirrup the “Armless Knight”would cleave the breast of his foeman’s horse, and then tramplethe infidel to death as he rolled upon the ground.
It was now high noon.
Upon an eminence, Saladin, watching the tide of battle, sawwith anxious eye the appalling slaughter of the very flower ofhis army.
Already the name, rank, and nationality of my young ancestorhad been made known to the Moslem leader.
“La, il la! Mahomed ul Becullah!” he cried, stroking his beard.“Blessed is the man who can call that Christian warrior his son!How many of the Prophet’s children has he slain this day?”
“Six hundred and fifty-nine!” was the answer given.
“Six hundred and fifty-nine,” echoed Saladin, “and it is butnoonday!” When nightfall came the number had been increasedto one thousand and seven.
Upon hearing of the terrible day’s work of the “ArmlessKnight,” Saladin’s great heart bled, and yet he could not withholdhis admiration for such wondrous skill and bravery.
“Go!” cried the magnanimous infidel Chieftain, “go, takefrom my household that beauteous slave Kohilât, her with orbsof lustrous black, the very blossom of grace and flower ofqueenly beauty. Lead her to the “Armless Knight,” withroyal greeting from Saladin; his valor makes him my brother,Giaour though he be! Away!”
When the beautiful Kohilât was led into the presence ofmy young ancestor, and the announcement made to him thatSaladin had sent her as a present to him, the “Armless Knight,”with royal greeting as a token of his respect for one so young,and yet so valiant, the first thought of the Christian youthwas to wave her indignantly from his presence.
10At that moment, however, Kohilât raised her large and lustrouseyes, and fixed them full upon the young man’s face.
It was more than human heart could stand.
Motioning her retinue to leave his tent, he advanced to herside, with respectful mien, and said:
“Kohilât, a strange fate has sent thee to me. The messengerof the