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TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA OR Thrilling
Adventures While Taking Moving Pictures
BY VICTOR APPLETON

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I

A STRANGE OFFER II A MAN IN THE SNOW BANK III TOM
MAKES UP HIS MIND IV HELD FAST V TOM GETS A
WARNING VI TRYING THE CAMERA VII WHAT THE CAMERA
CAUGHT VIII PHOTOS FROM THE AIRSHIP IX OFF FOR INDIA
X UNEXPECTED EXCITEMENT XI AN ELEPHANT STAMPEDE
XII THE LION FIGHT XIII A SHOT IN TIME XIV IN A GREAT
GALE XV SNAPPING AN AVALANCHE XVI TELEGRAPH
ORDERS XVII SUSPICIOUS STRANGERS XVIII THE NATIVE
BATTLE XIX A HEAVY LOSS XX AFTER THE ENGLISHMEN
XXI THE JUNGLE FIRE XXII A DANGEROUS COMMISSION
XXIII AT THE VOLCANO XXIV THE MOLTEN RIM XXV THE
EARTHQUAKE--CONCLUSION

TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA
CHAPTER I
- A STRANGE OFFER

"Some one to see you, Mr. Tom."
It was Koku, or August, as he was sometimes called, the new giant
servant of Tom Swift, who made this announcement to the young
inventor.
"Who is it, Koku?" inquired Tom, looking up from his work-bench in
the machine shop, where he was busy over a part of the motor for his
new noiseless airship. "Any one I know? Is it the 'Blessing Man?'" for
so Koku had come to call Mr. Damon, an eccentric friend of Tom's.
"No, not him. A strange man. I never see before. He say he got quick
business."
"Quick business; eh? I guess you mean important, Koku," for this
gigantic man, one of a pair that Tom had brought with him after his

captivity in "Giant Land," as he called it, could not speak English very
well, as yet. "Important business; eh, Koku? Did he send in his card?"
"No, Mr. Tom. Him say he have no card. You not know him, but he
very much what you call--recited."
"Excited I guess you mean, Koku. Well, tell him to wait a few minutes,
and I'll see him. You can show him in then. But I say, Koku," and Tom
paused as he looked at the big man, who had attached himself to our
hero, as a sort of personal helper and bodyguard.
"Yes, Mr. Tom; what is it?"
"Don't let him go poking around the shop. He might look at some of my
machines that I haven't got fully patented yet. Is he in the front office?"
"That's where him am. He be lookin' at pictures on the walls."
"Oh, that's all right then. Just keep him there. And, Koku, don't let him
come back in the shop here, until I get ready to see him. I'll ring the bell
when I am."
"All right, Mr. Tom."
Koku, very proud of his, mission of keeping guard over the strange
visitor, marched from the room with his big strides, his long arms and
powerful hands swinging at his sides, for Koku, or August, as Tom had
rechristened him, and as he often called him (for it was in the month of
August that he had located the giants) was a very powerful man. A
veritable giant, being extremely tall, and big in proportion.
"Be sure. Don't let him in here, Koku!" called Tom, in an additional
warning, as his new servant left the main shop.
"Sure not!" exclaimed Koku, very earnestly.
"I don't know who he may be," mused Tom, as he began putting away
the parts to his new noiseless motor, so that the stranger could not see
them, and profit thereby. "It looks rather funny, not sending in his name.

It may be some one who thinks he can spring a trick on me, and get
some points about my inventions, or dad's.
"It may even be somebody sent on by Andy Foger, or