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but dat rooster is suah some
conclusive. When I lets him out fo' an airin' he hikes right straight fo' some farmer's
hen-yard, an' den I haster hunt fo' him."

"When you see him starting on his rambles, Wash, why don't you call him back?"
demanded Jack Darrow, chuckling. "If I did, Massa Jack, I'spect he wouldn't know I was
a-hollerin' fo' him."
"How's that? Doesn't he know his name?"
"I don't fo' suah know wedder he does or not," returned the darkey, scratching his head
"Ye see, it's a suah 'nuff longitudinous name, an' I dunno wedder he remembers it all, or
not."
"He's got a bad memory; has he?" said Mark, turning to smile at Washington White, too,
for Professor Henderson's old servant usually afforded the boys much amusement.
"Dunno 'bout his memory," grunted Wash; "he's gotter good forgettery, suah 'nuff.
Leastways, when he starts off on one o' dese perambulationaries ob his, he fergits ter
come back."
"Let's see," said Jack, nudging his chum, "what is that longitudinous' name which has
been hitched onto that wonderful bird, Wash? I know it begins with the discovery of
America and wanders down through the ages to the present day; but a part of it has
slipped my memory--or, perhaps I should say, 'forgettery'."
With a perfectly serious face the darkey declaimed:
"Christopher Columbus Amerigo Vespucci George Washington Abraham Lincoln
Ulysses Grant Garibaldi Thomas Edison Guglielmo Marconi Butts."
"For goodness sake! Will you listen to that!" gasped Mark, while Jack went off into a
roar of laughter.
"Don't--don't it make your jaw ache to say it, Wash?" cried the older lad when he could
speak.
"Not a-tall! not a-tall!" rejoined the darkey, shaking his woolly head. "I has practised all
ma life speakin' de berry longest words in de English language--"
"And mispronouncing them," giggled Jack.
"Mebbe, Massa Jack, mebbe!" agreed Washington, briskly. "But de copy book say dat it
is better to have tried an' failed dan nebber to have tried at all."
"And did you ever try calling the rooster back, when he starts to play truant, with all that
mouthful of words?" queried the amused Mark.
"Yes, indeedy," said Washington, seriously.
"Don't he mind, then?"
"I should think he'd be struck motionless in his tracks," chuckled Jack.

"No, sah," said Washington. "Dat's de only fault I kin fin' with dat name--it don't 'pear to
stop him. An' befo' I kin git it all out he's ginerally out ob sight!"
That sent both boys off into another paroxysm of laughter. Meanwhile the darkey had
come into the great shed and was slowly walking around the flying machine. "What do
you think of her, Wash, now that she's finished?" asked Mark.
"Is she done done?" queried the darkey, wonderingly.
"She certainly is," agreed Jack.
"De chile is bawn and done named Nebbercudsneezer, heh? Well! well!"
"No; it's named the Snowbird," Mark retorted. "And to-morrow morning, bright and early,
we shall sail on its trial trip. The professor is going with us, Washington. Of course, you
will come, too?"
"Lawsy me! don't see how I kin!" stammered Washington White, who always wished to
be considered very brave, but who was really as timid as a hare. "Yo' see, Massa Mark,
I'spect I shall be right busy."
"What will you be busy at?" demanded Jack.
"Well--well, sah," said Wash, "if dat Shanghai don't come back befo', I shall hab ter go
snoopin' aroun' de kentry a-huntin' fo' him. He'll be crowin' 'bout sun-up, an' he suah can't
disguise his crow."
"If Andy was here, he would surely want to go with us," declared Jack to Mark. "Andy
Sudds isn't afraid of anything."
"My! my!" cried Washington. "Yo' don't fo' one moment suppose, Massa Jack, dat I's
afeared; does yo'?" "No, you're not afraid, Wash," returned Jack, chuckling. "You're only
scared to death. But you go ahead and hunt your rooster. See that you keep him from
flying too high, however, or we'll run him down in the Snowbird."
"Pshaw!" said Mark. "That rooster is so fat he couldn't fly high, anyway."
"And perhaps the Snowbird won't fly very high; eh?" retorted Jack, letting a little anxiety
creep into his voice.
"But dat rooster suah kin fly high," said Washington White, eagerly. "Yo' gemmens
knows dat he's flowed as high as de moon--he, he!"
"And 'flowed' is a mighty good word, Wash," chuckled Jack. "Ah! here is the professor,
Mark."
Professor Henderson was an aged man with snow white hair and beard. Although he was
not physically as strong as he once was, his brain and energy were not in the least

impaired by advancing years. He had taken the two lads, Jack Darrow and Mark Sampson,
both orphans, under his care some years before, and under his tuition and by his aid they
were