Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Where the Pins go
 Taken prisoner
 A trip to the Gnomes
 Caught in a trap
 The tables turned
 A new king
 The passage of the toad
 A perilous trip
 The three jewels
 The secret door
 A mighty battle
 In the dark
 On top
 Back Cover

Group Title: Every boy's library
Title: The prince of the Pin elves
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Title: The prince of the Pin elves
Series Title: Every boy's library
Physical Description: 159 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sleight, Charles Lee
H.M. Caldwell Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: H. M. Caldwell Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1897
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kings and rulers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Elves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Battles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Magic -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Princes -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Gnomes -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Genre: Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
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United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Charles Lee Sleight ; with illustrations by Amy M. Sacker.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents 1
        Table of Contents 2
    List of Illustrations
        List of Illustrations 1
        List of Illustrations 2
    Where the Pins go
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Taken prisoner
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    A trip to the Gnomes
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Caught in a trap
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The tables turned
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    A new king
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    The passage of the toad
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    A perilous trip
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    The three jewels
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    The secret door
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
    A mighty battle
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    In the dark
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
    On top
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text


The Baldwin Library
Of !
__________ ._____________^ ______ __B'

II b~a r" -~-- 18 I I] II --


Every Boy's Library

For Little Boys


1 The Man Without a Coun-
By Rev. E. E. Hale
2 The Bicycle Highwaymen
By Frank M. Bicknell
3 The Railroad Cut
By W. O. Stoddard
4 J. Cole
By Emma Gellibrand
5 Laddie
By Evelyn Whitaker
6 Miss Toosey
By Evelyn Whitaker
9 Wonder Book Stories
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
10 The Prince of the Pin Elves
By Charles Lee Sleight
11 The Little Lame Prince
By Miss Mulock
12 One'Thousand Men for a
Christmas Pr,'o---
By M ary E. 'il, I1.r, -
13 The Little Earl
By Ouida
14 The Double Prince
By Frank M. Bicknell
15 The Young Archer
By Charles E. Brimblecom
16 Little Peterkin Vandike
By Charles Stuart Pratt
17 Christmas Carol
By Charles Dickens
18 A Great Emergencv
By Juliana Horatia Ewing
19 The Rose and the Ring
By William M. Thackeray

20 Lazy Lawrence and other
By Maria Edgeworth
21 Forgive and Forget and
other Stories
By Maria Edgeworth
22 The False Key and other
By Maria Edgeworth
23 A Boy's Battle
By Will Allen Dromgoole
24 The Gold Bug
By Edgar Allan Poe
25 The Pinehoro Quartette
By Willis Boyd Allen
26 His Majesty the King and
Wee Willie Winkie
By Rudyard Kipling
27 The Old Monday Farm
By Louise R. Baker
28 Daddy Darwin's Dovecote
By Juliana H. Ewing
29 Little Dick's Christmas
By Etheldred B. Barry
30 What Paul Did
By Etheldred B. Barry
31 Harum Scarum Joe
By Will Allen Dromgoole
32 The Drums of the Fore
and Aft
By Rudyard Kipling
33 The Child of Urhino and
By Ouida
34 Hero-Chums
By Will Allen Dromgoole
35 Little Tong's Mission
By Etheldred B. Barry







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With Illustrations by

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Copyright, 1897





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HIS MAJESTY Frontispiece



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"I WONDER where all the pins go," said
Harry to himself, as he examined the lapel of
his coat, where he was sure he had stuck two or
three that very morning.
Of course Harry was not the first boy who
had thus wondered, but it was the first time
the question had ever occurred to him. If he
wanted a pin the only sure place to find one was
on his mother's cushion, because that was kept
filled with new ones. But what became of all the
old ones ? He himself would sometimes lose
several in a day, and yet he hardly ever found
one, no matter how carefully he might look.
Just now, however, he saw one lying in the
path before him, and was about to pick it


up, when suddenly it vanished from sight. He
rubbed his eyes and looked again, but it was
certainly gone.
That's funny! he thought; "I'm sure it
was there."
Stooping over, he put out his hand and seemed
to touch something soft. He closed his hand
and started back, when to his amazement he
found in his grasp an object that looked like a
small, round, pointed hat.
Now Harry knew a thing or two. He had
read all about fairies and elves, and had seen
pictures of them, and he concluded at once
that this must be an elf's hat. He put it on
his head without delay, and sure enough, just as
he expected, there stood an elf before him.
"Please give me back my hat," said the little
creature, in a beseeching tone.
"No, no," replied Harry. I've read about
you elves, and I know you are my servant while
I have your hat. I want to see where you live,
and all that. And- oh! yes," he exclaimed as a
thought struck him; "what became of that pin
that was here in the path ? Did you take it ?"
The elf nodded, and held out his hand, in
which lay the pin.

if- --". i!



So that is the reason it disappeared," said
Harry. "Why did you pick it up ?"
"That's my work," responded the elf. "I be-
long to the Pin Elves. We have to gather up
the pins that you mortals lose or throw away."
How funny cried Harry. But what do
you do with them ?"
"Well," replied the elf, "a long time ago our
king ran a needle in his foot. Now we have a
law that whoever injures the King's person shall
be banished. Of course the King could not
banish himself, so he had to banish all the
needles. No sewing could be done after that,
so we gradually took to using pins for fastening
our clothes together, and now we need so many
that most of our work is pin-gathering. That
is the reason we are called the Pin Elves."
Harry looked at the little fellow curiously and
saw that his garments had neither button nor
sewed seam. Shoes, stockings, tight breeches,
belted coat,- all were fastened together with pins.
"But I thought that you elves worked at
night only," said Harry.
So we do, usually," responded the elf, "but
some of us occasionally are sent out on a dark,
cloudy day like this, when there is little danger


of the sun shining upon us. I had bad luck
last night, didn't find a pin, so my master made
me come out again to-day."
"Well, I am your master now," said Harry,
"so you can stop work and go home. Only,
you must take me with you."
Off they started, the elf leading, in the di-
rection of Central Park. The elfin hat which
Harry wore made him invisible, and the elf
himself of course was visible only to Harry;
therefore they attracted no attention as they
walked up the Avenue and along Fifty-ninth
Street. They entered the Park at the Sixth
Avenue gate, and went a little way until they
came to a small rock with a rather flat top.
The elf scrambled up on this, and sticking a
pin in a little hole in the centre and pressing
upon it thrice, sang in a queer, croaking voice
the following:
Pin, pin, let me in.
Needles are banished,
All of them vanished;
I am a trusty Pin."
Immediately a door in the rock opened, dis-
closing a flight of stairs, down which the elf
conducted Harry. The stairs ended in a small,


well-lighted room, with several passage-ways lead-
ing out of it. They entered one of these, and
after walking a short distance, came to a long,
steep incline, the floor of which shone like
polished glass.
Hold on! cried Harry in alarm; that's
too steep and slippery to walk on. It looks
like glass."
"It is glass," said the elf, "and we are
going to slide down. You needn't be afraid.
It's safe enough, and I'll go in front."
He sat down on the brow of the hill, and
continued: "You sit down behind me and
stick your feet on each side of me, and I'll
steer you straight. All ready? Well, here
goes! Hold on to my hat!"
Whiz! away they went, and in about ten
seconds reached the bottom, where a short,
level space with a gentle rise at the end of
it brought them to a gradual standstill.
"Glorious !" exclaimed Harry, springing to
his feet. "Beats coasting all hollow! Let's go
back and try it again."
"No, we must hasten on," replied the elf;
"the King holds a reception this afternoon,
and no one is permitted to be absent."


They hurried along the passage and pres-
ently came to a door, before which stood two
tall elves, each one armed with a long spear.
Harry's elf whispered a word to these guards,
and they instantly opened the door.
On they trotted; that is, the elf trotted, but
Harry simply walked at a good pace, through
several more passage-ways, until finally they
reached another door, guarded like the first,
through which they were admitted to the Grand
Royal Reception Hall.
It was a room of immense size, brilliantly
lighted by what seemed to be strings of pre-
cious stones festooned from the lofty ceiling.
At the further end, on a raised dais, was the
King, seated upon a throne of gold, with his
royal body-guard of five hundred picked sol-
diers stationed near him. On a lower platform
at the right of the King were seated a few per-
sons, who, Harry's elf informed him, were mem-
bers of the royal family.
The hall was otherwise quite vacant, as the
reception was just beginning, so they stood at
one side and watched the elves coming in.
"There is my old master, the Lord of the
Safety-Pin," said the elf to Harry, as a surly-


looking elf entered, whose clothes were fas-
tened with numerous safety-pins. "See him
scowl at us; he knows you are my master
now. Those elves behind him are his knights.
Each knight has two esquires and twelve
retainers; any retainer who finds a good safety-
pin becomes an esquire, and if he finds another
he is made a knight; but he can't become a lord
until he has found enough to pin all his clothes
together. There is only one lord of that order,
because you mortals don't lose many good
safety-pins, and a broken one doesn't count.
Those two fellows coming now are Knights
of the Breast-Pin. Each of them found one
breast-pin, and the King made them knights.
They are the only members of their order.
"Here come the Black-Pins. There are six
lords, seventy-two knights, a hundred and forty-
four esquires, and I don't know how many re-
tainers. They are rather a common lot," 'he
added contemptuously.
After the Black-Pins had passed, there en-
tered a pompous elf with a large hat-pin hang-
ing like a sword from his belt. At sight of
him Harry's elf bowed very low.
Who is that ? asked Harry,


One of the Hat-Pins," replied the elf in a
whisper; "belongs to the royal family, you
know. The King's sceptre is a gold-headed hat-
pin, and any one who finds a hat-pin is made a
member of the royal family."
Just then a messenger summoned them to
appear before the King.
"There is one rule you must bear in mind,
while you are in this hall," said the elf to
Harry, as they followed the messenger; "no
one is permitted to turnhis back to the King."
Half-way down the hall they came to the
Lord of the Safety-Pin, who looked so ugly
and hateful that Harry could not help smiling.
Just after they passed him, Harry felt a sharp
pin-prick in his leg, and turning about hastily,
discovered that it had been inflicted by the
Lord of the Safety-Pin himself.
"Ha! ha!" cried that individual, with a
malicious grin, "you have turned your back
on the King!"
The King spoke a few words to his body-
guard, and instantly a large number of them
started towards Harry.
Quick you must escape! cried the elf
whose hat he possessed. Follow me."


Harry was inclined to stand his ground, but
on second thoughts it seemed wiser to run, so
he followed his little friend through a side
doorway and on through many corridors and
up numerous flights of stairs until they arrived
at the chamber where they had first entered.
The elf ran up the steps, and taking a pin
from his coat inserted it in a small hole in
the rock overhead, and said:
Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
I am within
And want to get out."
The door in the rock opened, and they
stepped out into the open air.
"We're safe now," said the elf, and he
slammed the door shut, just as the foremost
of the pursuing soldiers began to mount the
stairs. "Now, please give me my hat!" he
added imploringly.
"Not yet," said Harry. "You must go
home with me; I'm not going to walk the
streets bareheaded and visible."
When they reached the house Harry bade
the elf wait a minute, and removing the elfin
hat from his head, he went up to his mother's


room, and took an old hat-pin from a closet.
Stopping on his way back at the sitting-room
door, he obtained his mother's permission to
keep it, and then ran out to the elf.
"You have been a good servant," said he,
"and here is your reward."
The elf's little black eyes sparkled with
pleasure as he took it, and he drew himself
up proudly, saying: "Now I shall become a
member of the royal family. And here," he
continued, drawing a pin from his coat, and
handing it to Harry, is a token of my grati-
tude. If you ever want to see me, go to that
rock in the Park; in the centre of the top
you will find a small hole; stick this pin in
the hole, and while you press upon it thrice,
repeat these words:
"Pin, pin, let me in.
Needles are banished,
All of them vanished;
A mortal wants to get in."
"Thank you," said Harry. "Good-by, little
chap. Here's your hat," and he tossed it to the
elf, who instantly disappeared.
"Well," thought Harry, as he entered the house,
" I've certainly found out where the pins go."



ONE Saturday, some months after Harry's
adventure among the Pin Elves, an irresistible
desire came over him to pay another visit to
the little underground people; so having ob-
tained his mother's consent to spend the after-
noon in the Park, he took the pin given him
by his elfin friend, put in his pocket a little
gift for him, and started off.
The rock which contained the hidden door
was situated close to a footpath, and when he
reached it he sat down upon it as if to rest,
and looked about to see if any one were
watching him. No one was in sight but a
Park policeman, who had just passed by, and
he was disappearing from view among the
shrubbery. So Harry hurriedly examined the
centre of the rock, and in a few moments


found the hole. Inserting the pin, he pressed
upon it thrice, and repeated
Pin, pin, let me in.
Needles are banished,
All of them vanished;
A mortal wants to get in."
Instantly the door in the top of the rock
opened, and Harry found himself lying on the
grass beside the rock. In his excitement he
had forgotten just where the door was, and, as
he was resting exactly on top of it, when it
sprang open it naturally threw him off the rock.
Fortunately he was not hurt, though he was
very much surprised.
It took but a moment, however, to pick him-
self up, snatch the elfin pin from the hole, and
spring down the stone steps through the open
doorway. As his foot touched the bottom, the
trap-door in the rock above shut noiselessly.
The chamber in which he found himself was
empty, so he entered the passageway which he
had traversed with the elf on his former visit,
slid down the glassy incline, and walked on-
wards until he came to the first door. As no
one was there, and as there seemed to be no way
for him to open the door, he knocked upon it


as loudly as possible, and stepping back a little
waited for a response.
Suddenly the door opened about half-way, but
closed again just as suddenly without any one
appearing. After waiting awhile longer, Harry
knocked again till his knuckles were sore, and
when no answer came, he kicked vigorously
against the rocky barrier.
Finally he grew tired, and sat down. What
to do next he hardly knew. It was impossible
to go back the way he came, as he could not
walk up the glassy incline. He had seen no
passageway opening out of the one in which he
was, and there seemed to be no other door than
the one just ahead. Evidently, there was noth-
ing to do but to wait until some of the elves
happened along that way.
The silence at first was painful; but after
a little while he fancied he heard mysterious
sounds around him, like the rustling of gar-
ments, and soft footfalls, and once or twice what
seemed to be a faintwhispering. No one wasvisi-
ble, and he had almost concluded that he had
merely imagined the sounds, when there came a
sharp click just beside him, as if a piece of metal
had struck the rocky side of the passageway.


He sprang to his feet, much startled arid
frightened, but there was nothing to be seen,
and as he listened intently, he could not hear
the slightest sound.
Pshaw I'm simply nervous he exclaimed,
seating himself again.
But scarcely had he become quiet, when he
felt something like a rope drawn tightly about
his arms and feet, and then he was pulled over
on his back upon the ground. He made a
desperate effort to free himself, but both arms
and legs were so strongly bound that all strug-
gling was in vain; so he lay there perfectly
quiet, half frightened out.of his wits.
In a few moments, he was dragged on his
back upon what seemed to be a long, wide
board, and then the board, with him upon it,
was lifted up and carried through a number of
passageways, and finally set down again on the
ground. The board was then gently pulled from
under him, there was a confused rustling sound,
the bonds on his limbs suddenly loosened, and
all became quiet.
Harry sprang to his feet and found himself in
a small chamber about twelve feet square, with
apparently neither door nor window. Of course


he knew there must be a doorway somewhere,
as he had just been brought through one; but
he was unable to discover any sign of it now.
The room was well lighted in some way from

the lofty ceiling, and contained a long, low couch
along one of the walls.
Harry carefully examined his prison, and then
sat down on the edge of the couch, and gave a
long whistle.


"Well!" he cried, "this is a lark and no
mistake! I wish I could get out of this hole."
But it needed only a glance at those bare
stone walls to show him the uselessness of such
a wish. Finally he gave up thinking about his
strange situation, and being thoroughly tired
out, threw himself back on the couch, and was
soon fast asleep.
On awakening, the first object that met his
gaze was a low table beside him, covered with
a tempting display of food.
"Well!" he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes in
amazement, "if it isn't just like magic "
The food smelled good, and also tasted good,
as he soon discovered; and when he had finished
eating there was little of it left. After that, he
walked around the room a number of times, and
then lay down and slept again.
When he awoke the second time, the little
table had disappeared. While he lay there, half
dozing, he saw a door in the opposite side of the
room noiselessly open and immediately close
again. A moment later, something soft touched
his head, and he beheld his old elfin friend
standing beside him, nodding and grin-


"Hallo!" cried Harry, sitting upright, "how
did you get here ?"
Sh sh said the elf, don't talk so loud !
I came in at the door just now."
"How's that ? I didn't see you," said
"No, of course not," was the reply; "we
elves are invisible to any mortal who hasn't
one of our hats on. You see me now because
I just put my hat on your head."
"Well, say, old fellow, or whatever your
name may be -what is your name, by the
way ?"
"Wamby," answered the elf.
"Well, Wamby," continued Harry, "why am
I shut up here, and what is going to be done
with me?"
The elf answered: You are shut up because
at your former visit you turned your back on
the King. When to-day you came to that door
near the foot of the hill of glass, you could see
no one because you hadn't one of our hats on;
but the two guards were there, and while one
remained to watch you, the other carried the
news to the King. Instantly, a body of soldiers
was sent to seize you, and carry you to this


prison. I was unable to prevent it, but I made
up my mind to see you, and so I deliberately
turned my back on the King and, of course, was
at once arrested and brought here as a prisoner
too. As to what is to be done with us, I be-
lieve they intend to send us down to work with
the Gnomes."
Where is that?" asked Harry. "And who
are the Gnomes ?"
"Why, the Gnomes are the elves who work
in the mines far down in the earth, way down
below where we are. They are bad fellows,
those Gnomes, black and ugly, and awfully old.
They dig gold and silver and iron, and have big
forges where they make lots of things. It's
very hot down there, and they have to stay
there all the time. One of the worst punish-
ments that can befall a Pin Elf is to be sent to
work with the Gnomes. No one ever is per-
mitted to return, and there is no chance to
escape from the mines."
"Well, can't we escape from this place
before they carry us down to the Gnomes?"
asked Harry.
Wamby shook his head dolefully. "No," he
replied; they've taken away the pin with which


I opened doors, and we can't get out any other
"Here is the pin you gave me," said Harry.
"Won't that do just as well ? "
Wamby eagerly took the pin, but his, counte-
nance soon fell again. I'm afraid it's no use
for us to try," he said; "come over here and
look. Don't speak a word."
Going across to the opposite side of the room,
he waited till Harry was close beside him, and
then sticking the pin in a hole in the wall, he
pressed upon it thrice, and whispered:

Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
I am within,
And want to look out."

The door opened a crack, and Wamby stepped
aside and motioned Harry to take a peep. Harry
did so, and saw that the passageway was fairly
filled with elves of the largest size, each one
armed with a long spear. He counted them,
and found there were fifty keeping careful
guard. Then the door closed quietly.
Wamby turned around and threw himself
hopelessly upon the couch. "Take that pin


out of the hole," he said; "it may be of use
to us some time."
Harry snatched it out impatiently, and
dropped it on the floor. "Pshaw! he
"What's the matter? inquired the elf.
I dropped the pin and can't find it again,"
said Harry. "Oh here it is, sticking in a hole
in the floor."
What! in a hole ?" cried Wamby, springing
up excitedly. Don't touch it! Let me see!
If there's a hole, there must be a trap-door; and
if there is, it will give us a chance of escape."
He kneeled down and rapped softly upon the
floor, and listened intently.
Yes, there's a door here. Stand aside, and
I'll show you."
He pressed upon the pin and repeated the
usual words, and a trap-door opened in the
floor, revealing a narrow passage, with stone
steps descending.
"Where does it lead to ?" asked Harry.
"I don't know," Wamby replied; "but we
can soon find out." He considered a moment,
and then continued, "We'd better wait awhile,
though. They'll bring in our food before long,


and if they find us gone they will start at once
in pursuit and catch us. But if we wait until
after the food is brought, it will give us time to
get away a good distance before our flight is
It was well they took that precaution, for
hardly was the trap-door closed when the other
door opened, and four elves appeared, bearing
a table laden with eatables. After the meal
was despatched, Harry put in his pockets the
food that remained, as it might be some time
before they could obtain any more. Then,
waiting until the four elves had returned and
removed the empty table, they opened the trap-
door and descended a few steps, when the door
above them silently closed, and they were in
total darkness.



WHAT shall we do now ?" asked Harry in
dismay, catching Wamby by the arm. "We
can never go on in this darkness."
Wait a minute, and I'll show you," replied
the elf.
He seemed to search about his person for
something, and presently held out his hand, in
which was a box containing a little round ob-
ject that shone like an electric light, and lighted
up the passageway brilliantly.
"What is it ?" inquired Harry in wonder.
"A kind of gem that the gnomes make. We
use them to light up all our rooms, and when
one is put in a box like this it is like a dark
lantern, only better, being so small and bright.
But, come on we are wasting precious time."
The stone stairs seemed interminable, but at
last they reached the bottom, and hurried along


a corridor that still slanted slightly downward.
After a long walk they came to the brow of a
steep incline.
"What's this ?" asked Harry, "another hill
of glass ?"
Yes," Wamby replied, sitting down. Sit
down behind me and we'll slide."
"Look here! exclaimed Harry, we've
been going down for an hour or more, and if
we don't stop I'm afraid we'll come to the cen-
tre of the earth. Where does this road lead
to, I'd like to know ?"
Well," answered Wamby calmly, "I think,
from the way it keeps going down hill, that it
must lead to the Gnomes; in fact, I am quite
sure that this is the way they take prisoners
"If that's the case," said Harry, "please
excuse me from going any further. I may be
carried down, but I'm not such a fool as to go
down of my own free will."
"Oh, come on!" said Wamby; "don't be
afraid If we go down of our own accord we
can come back at any time. You'll under-
stand later. Although I have never been to
the Gnomes, I have often heard the soldiers,


who have taken prisoners there, tell stories
about the trip, and I think I know pretty well
what the remainder of the road is like. Sit
down close behind me and take hold of my
belt, and keep your mouth tightly shut."
"All right, go ahead," said Harry.
Away they went, faster and faster, until
Harry felt as if his breath were gone. Would
the hill never end ?
Can't you put on the brakes -
Wamby ?" he gasped.
"Keep your mouth shut, and hold on!"
shrieked the elf.
"Hold on! thought Harry, I wish I could
hold on !"
But they reached the foot of the hill safely
after awhile. Harry sat still until he had recov-
ered his breath, and then, slowly arising, rue-
fully rubbed his benumbed legs, and said:
"I tell you what, old chap, if you ever want
me to slide down that place again, you'll have
to provide a cushion for me."
Wamby chuckled, and trotted onward. After
another long walk through a level corridor they
came to the entrance of an immense chamber
or cave, so large that they could see neither


the roof, nor opposite sides. The floor was
smooth and glistening, and reflected the light
which Wamby held aloft.
"What is the floor--glass? asked Harry.
No," replied the elf, it's water. We shall
have to go the rest of the way in a boat. Let
me show you something," he continued, catch-
ing Harry by the sleeve, and shutting the lid
of his lantern box. Look way over there, a
little to the left, and tell me what you see."
"Why, it looks like a little red star. It
flickers a good deal. Sometimes it blazes up
brightly, and then it gets so faint that I can
scarcely see it. What is it? "
It is where the Gnomes live. That star, as
you call it, is the light from their furnace fires;
and when I tell you it is as bright as day over there,
you can see how far away it must be from us."
But how can we ever get thee ? demanded
"You'll see presently," was the answer.
First, let us eat some of that food you
brought. I'm hungry."
They hastily swallowed a few mouthfuls, and
quenched their thirst with a draught of cool,
clear water from the lake.


"Now, give me that pin," said Wamby.
Opening a large door at one side, he disclosed
a room with the floor covered with water, on
which floated a sail-boat with its sails all set.
" Here," he continued, "take hold of that bow-
line, and while I shove, you pull the boat around
alongside of the landing-place there. Now, fas-
ten the stern-line over that stone post, and get
in the boat, and shove the bow out a little."
Meanwhile Wamby had taken a piece of hose
from the room, and fastening one end on the
wall, he placed the other end on the edge of
the landing-place with the nozzle pointing
straight at the red star. Then he turned a
stop-cock, and instantly there came a strange,
rushing sound from the nozzle of the hose.
"What's that ? cried Harry, much alarmed.
Oh that is only the wind that I just turned
on," said Wamby. "All we have to do is to
push the boat in front of this hose, and the
wind will blow us across the lake."
"But how can we get back again if it blows
so hard from this side ?" inquired Harry.
Easy enough," responded Wamby. "This
wind only blows long enough to carry us across,
and then stops of itself. Now I'll put my


lantern-box on this shelf, so that when we come
back we'll know where to steer. We won't need it
till we get back again. And now we're all ready."
He cast off the stern-line and was just about
to step aboard, when he suddenly stopped, and
cried, "Listen! "
Harry listened, but could hear nothing. The
elf's ears were sharper,' though, and he ex-
claimed, I hear the sound of rapid footsteps up
the passageway. Push off from shore- quick! "
Springing into the boat, he grasped a pole
and shoved off a few feet from the edge. No
sooner had he done so, when the fifty elves
who had been guarding them came running up,
waving their spears and shouting to them to
return. Of course they refused, whereupon the
leader of the soldiers ran to the hose and turned
off the wind. Then he held aloft his spear, and
cried, "In the King's name, surrender!"
At the sound of that, Wamby fairly trem-
bled, and seemed disposed to obey. But Harry
pushed him aside, and called out boldly, What
do you want? "
"We want you to give yourselves up as
prisoners. If you refuse, we shall have to swim
out and capture you."


Harry turned to Wamby: "What do you
say ? Shall we fight them ?"
Poor little Wamby shook his head hopelessly.
I'll fight if you command me to; I am your
servant; but it will do no good. There are
too many of them."
"What can we do, then ? inquired Harry.
"Nothing, except go back," said Wamby.
"Dear me! I wish I had my hat-pin now!"
"What good would that do ?"
"Why, then we could control them. But
they took away my hat-pin, of course, when
they arrested me."
Harry thrust his hand in his pocket and drew
forth a package. See here, Wamby," said he,
"here's a hat-pin that I brought down as a
present for you, but I forgot all about it till
this moment. Would this be any good?" He
opened the package and showed a large, gold-
headed hat-pin, much like the one belonging to
the King, only handsomer.
"Just the thing! cried Wamby. And
grasping the pin in his hand he held it up
before him, and sprang upon the seat in the
boat's stern, shouting: "Behold the royal
emblem !"


At the sight, every soldier dropped his spear,
and bowed low to the ground.
"Ha! ha!" laughed Wamby. "You have
made a mistake, my brave men, but we'll over-
look it this time. You, Smithkin, go and turn
on the wind "
The leader of the soldiers, thus commanded,
immediately obeyed.
Rise!" said Wamby. "Have you food
with you ?"
Smithkin bowed low, and replied : We have,
most noble possessor of the royal hat-pin."
"Then hearken," continued Wamby. "Sit
down where you are, and remain seated until
we return." Then, turning to Harry, he grinned
and said, Shove the boat over into the wind."
"Will they stay here? whispered Harry.
Oh! yes ; never fear. They wouldn't dare
leave," answered Wamby, sticking the hat-pin
in his belt, and pushing the boat along.
Presently the wind struck the sails, the boat
started rapidly forward into the gloom, and
Wamby, sitting down in the stern, took the
tiller and steered for the little red spot that
showed where the Gnomes lived.



"WAMBY," said Harry, after they had sailed
for some time in silence, "what are we going
to the Gnomes for?"
"I have some friends there that I want to
see," replied Wamby.
"Are there many of the Pin Elves there?"
"A great many. I once counted up over
five hundred that I knew of, and there are a
large number of others who have been sent
"What are they sent for, breaking the
laws ?"
Oh! no. I myself am the only one I ever
knew of who deliberately broke a law. The
others were banished for displeasing the King.
For instance, twelve friends of mine were sent
to the Gnomes at one time, simply because
they contradicted the King. He declared that


the katydids had more beautiful voices than
the crickets, and because they refused to agree
with him they were banished. Then there was
Kitey, a dear friend of mine, but an awful big
fool in one way. He was so afraid of turning
his back on the King that he never took his
eyes off the King's face when in the royal
presence. One day at a banquet Kitey sat
next to me, and I told him a funny story and
made him laugh. Of course he was looking
at the King all the time, and just then the
King unluckily spilt some soup on his royal
mantle, and seeing Kitey looking at him and
laughing, he thought he was laughing at him;
so away Kitey went to the Gnomes."
"It's shameful!" exclaimed Harry, indig-
nantly. "Why do you stand it? I should think
all of you would hate such a wicked King."
"Well, everybody does hate him," said
Wamby, "except a few persons, like the Lord
of the Safety-Pin, who are the King's favorites.
But what can you do ? "
"Do!" cried Harry, "why, elect another
Elect another King !7" repeated Wamby, as
if bewildered at the very idea.


"Yes," said Harry. He's the wickedest old
tyrant I ever heard of. If most of you dislike
him, the best thing to do is to choose some
good elf as King, and send the old one off."
But that would be rebellion," said Wamby,
faintly. The project was so bold that it fairly
took his breath away.
"No," answered Harry, "it would be a
revolution, and that is perfectly right in a case
like this."
But the King has all the soldiers under his
command," said Wamby.
"Pshaw! exclaimed Harry, "what do they
amount to! There must be thousands of you
Pin Elves, and you could easily conquer five
hundred soldiers."
It's all well enough to talk," returned
Wamby, "but you forget another very serious
fact, and that is the effect of the royal hat-
pin, and the awe and terror it always inspires.
You yourself have seen how easily I controlled
those soldiers with the hat-pin; but imagine
how much greater would be the effect if it
were in the King's hands."
"That's so," said Harry, "I never thought
of that."


After a long silence he crawled back to the
stern of the boat, and sat down beside Wamby.
"Look here, Wamby,"
he said, "I have an idea."
And then he began a long
whispered conversation
with the elf, as if afraid
to let even the darkness
around them hear what he
had to say.
Finally Wamby said,
"Well, I am doubtful about
it; but you are my master,
and if you command me to
do it, I shall have to obey."
"That's so. I forgot I
had your hat on my head,"
said Harry, feeling to
make sure that the hat
was still there. "Well,
then, I command you to do
it. Does that settle the
&S* matter ?"
"Yes, that settles it," replied the elf.
Meanwhile, they had been drawing near the
other shore. The little red star had been


gradually growing larger and brighter, and they
began now to see clearly the brilliant, ruddy,
furnace fires, and to distinguish the forms of
Gnomes moving about at their work. The
heat had become so intense that Harry took
off his coat and vest, and wet his head a
number of times with the cool water.
As they drew close to the shore, Wamby
steered the boat aside out of the direct cur-
rent of wind, and it gradually slowed up and
stopped alongside of a landing-place. They
both stepped out, and Wamby made the boat
"You'd better take a good drink," said he
to Harry, "and wet your handkerchief and tie
it around your head. It's awfully hot here."
"How do they stand it?" asked Harry.
"Oh! the Gnomes are used to it. But
you notice there are no Pin Elves here. It is
too hot for them. They work in the mines,
digging out the metal. Of course it's warm
enough there, but not nearly so bad as this."
He drew forth the hat-pin from his belt, and
held it up before some soldiers standing near,
"Here, you! he said to one of them, "keep
guard over that boat!" Then addressing


another soldier : "And you, go ahead and lead
us straight to your King. Trot along lively!
We haven't any time to spare, and even if we
had, it's too hot to loiter here."
They hastened away as fast as possible, but
although they were running briskly, and al-
though Harry himself was most anxious to es-
cape from the terrible heat, he could not refrain
from casting several curious glances about him.
It was indeed a strange and weird scene.
Long rows of fiercely glowing furnaces, with
scores of misshapen, hideous-looking Gnomes
busily at work; some bringing loads of freshly-
dug ore in funny little wheelbarrows; some
tending the fires and stirring the redhot coals
with long pokers; some with big ladles skim-
ming the refuse from the top of the molten
metal, or pouring it from the crucibles into
moulds; some trotting away with barrows full
of new-made gold and silver bars. Then, further
along, were hundreds of forges, with Gnomes
still more ugly working the metals into all
sorts of beautiful and curious forms.
Had it not been so terribly hot, Harry would
gladly have stopped and watched them; but as it
was, he was very willing to hurry by as fast as


his legs could carry him, and was thankful when
they entered a corridor and shut a stone door
behind them. It was still warm, of course,
being so far down in the earth, but the tem-
perature was comfortable, as compared with the
intense heat from the fires.
Presently they reached a large hall, with the
floor covered with pure gold, the sides covered
with silver, and the ceiling inlaid with countless
precious stones. The light was so brilliant and
dazzling that Harry was half blinded, and had
to shade his eyes for some moments before he
could see anything.
At the further end of the hall was the King
of the Gnomes on his throne. On each side of
him sat the Grand Prime Minister and the Grand
Recorder, and beside them were ranged a double
row of armed soldiers.
It seemed to Harry that the Gnomes had
picked out the oldest and ugliest one of their
number for King, and then the next two ugliest
ones for Prime Minister and Recorder. The
King had an immense gray beard, so long and
bushy that the ends of it were spread out on the
floor in front of him like a rug. In his right
hand he held, as a sceptre, a small golden


pickax, to show that all the wealth of his king-
dom came from the mines.
As Harry and Wamby drew near the throne,
the King growled forth, "What do you want?"
Wamby held forth the hat-pin, and replied,
"We are come to demand of you to deliver to
us every Pin Elf now in Your Majesty's domin-
"Hum! hah !" growled the King, frowning
terribly. He looked first at the Grand Prime
Minister, and then at the Grand Recorder, as
much as to say, What do you think of that ? "
Those two worthies of course knew better
than to make any reply. They simply bowed
very low, as if to say, "We think whatever
Your Majesty is pleased to think."
Then the King stared at his golden pickax
with his right eye, which, by the way, was much
larger than the other eye, and had a most horri-
ble glare.
Hum hah! he muttered again, and turned
that awful eye of his upon Harry.
The poor boy was shaking in his shoes from
fright, but he returned the King's gaze with
a bold countenance.
, Shall we run, Wamby? he whispered.


"No, keep still, or we're lost !" replied the elf.
Finally the King summoned an officer, and
said, in a snarling tone, "Take a hundred sol-
diers, and bring hither all of the Pin Elves in
my dominions. Begone! "
Presently the officer returned with the elves.
They looked astonished and bewildered when
they saw Harry and Wamby, and bowed low to
the King of the Gnomes and then to the royal
hat-pin, but of course were afraid to say a
"There they are," growled the King, with
a rather menacing wave of his pickax. "Take
them, and begone! "
Nothing loth, they all retired from the room
as fast as they could back out.
Now I'll run ahead and get the boats
ready," said Wamby, "and the rest of you
hurry after me before the King has a chance
to change his mind and stop us."
By the time they reached the lake, Wamby
had a fleet of boats in waiting, and had adjusted
a piece of hose and turned on the wind. It
took but a moment for them to tumble aboard
and push the boats into the wind, and they were
soon sailing rapidly towards home.



WHEN they arrived at the opposite side of
the lake they found the fifty soldiers seated on
the exact spot where they had left them.
A number of Gnomes had been brought over
in order that they might take their own vessels
back, and the first thing Wamby did was to
order the wind turned on, and start the fleet
of the Gnomes on their homeward way. Next,
he commanded the soldiers to arise, proceed
a little distance up the passageway, and take
their station at the entrance of another passage-
way leading off towards the right, which Harry
had not noticed before.
"It leads up to the Grand Royal Reception
Hall," explained Wamby, in answer to an in-
quiry from Harry. Of course you know it
is impossible to go back the way we came


Then Wamby led Kitey aside from the other
elves, and whispered to him long and earnestly.
As Kitey listened he looked first amazed and
then delighted, and finally a broad grin over-
spread his face, and with a knowing nod he ran
off and began in a low voice to address the vari-
ous groups of elves scattered about.
"Did you tell Kitey everything? inquired
"Yes," replied Wamby, "and he is telling
the others. We can trust them all."
"How about the soldiers ? do they know ?"
asked Harry.
Wamby shook his head. "I am doubtful
about that Smithkin. I don't know whether
to trust him or not."
"Do you think he smells a rat?" queried
"Think he does what ?"
"Suspects mistrusts something," explained
Oh! said Wamby. Yes, I do. You see,
he knows well enough that the King would never
release all these elves from the mines, and ever
since we came back he has been casting suspi-
cious glances at us, as if he were trying to find


out what we were about. He's a treacherous
fellow. I'm afraid of him."
"Then," said Harry, "don't tell him any-
thing. Wait until we get arms for all these
fellows, and we can defy those fifty
"But the trouble is," observed Wamby,
"that Smithkin is the only one who knows the
way back, and where the armory is."
Harry pondered a moment. "It seems to
me the best plan is this," said he. You order
Smithkin to lead us to the King. You, Kitey,
and I will go ahead with Smithkin, the released
elves will come next, and the soldiers bring up
the rear. Then Smithkin can't communicate
with his men, and we can watch him closely,
and easily disarm and bind him at the least sign
of treachery."
The plan impressed Wamby favorably.
He gave orders to that effect, and they
were soon hastening on the way to the Grand
Royal Reception Hall. They traversed a
number of passages, and climbed many long
flights of steps. All went well for a
time. Although Smithkin was glum and
sullen, he certainly was leading them in the


right direction, and they saw no reason to
suspect him.
At length they came to a place where the
passageway expanded into a long and rather
narrow room. When they reached the further
end of the room, Smithkin examined the wall
closely, and then a disconcerted look came into
his face.
I can't find any door here," said he. One
of my men knows where it is, though; I'll
go back and ask him."
Harry followed him through the throng to
the other end of the room. All of the released
elves were in the room, but the soldiers had
halted in the p:r aigew-y. Calling one of them
to him, Smithkin asked, "Where is the lower
door ?"
"There is the place," replied the soldier,
pointing to the wall on one side of the passage-
way behind where Harry was standing.
Smithkin drew forth a pin, and said to Harry,
"Will your honor please step aside a mo-
ment ?"
Harry drew back a few steps into the room;
thus there was no one in the passageway but
the soldiers. As soon as Harry was well in


the room, Smithkin inserted the pin in a hole,
pressed upon it thrice, and said:

Pin, pin,
Let them in;
Open the door,
Open thefloor!"

Instantly the whole floor of the room swung
downwards, like an immense trap-door, and
dumped all but the soldiers upon a slippery
incline below. Away they went, sliding and
rolling and tumbling over one another, until
they landed in a confused heap at the bottom.
Then the trap-door swung shut, and left them
in darkness.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt, though
a number of them were bruised and scratched
considerably. After order was restored Harry
and Wamby talked over the situation, and came
to the conclusion that this room and trap-door
were mainly intended to prevent the Gnomes
from ever invading the domains of the Pin
Elves; and that Smithkin, suspecting all was
not right, made up his mind it would be a good
plan to imprison them until he could find out
from the King the real state of affairs.


We are literally caught in a trap," said
Just then one of the elves exclaimed, "I've
found a little box on the floor."
Bring it here shouted Wamby. It's my
lantern-box. It flew out of my hands when I
The light thus found cheered their spirits
not a little. They could see that they were in
a large chamber, with apparently no other mode
of exit than the way by which they had entered.
There must be some way to get out," said
Wamby. "You fellows sound the floor and
walls, and see if you cannot discover a door
But their search proved vain. Not a sign of
a door was to be found, though they examined
carefully every square inch of the floor and of
the walls, as high up as they could reach.
"There's nothing for us to do, then," said
Wamby, "but wait and see what will happen."
And wait they did, for some time, and then
what happened was the most unlooked-for thing
that could possibly occur. The trap-door above
opened an instant; there was a sound of mock-
ing laughter, the door closed again, and a mo-


ment after Smithkin himself came sliding and
rolling down the hill of glass, and landed in a
heap in the centre of the room.
Such a crushed and crestfallen Smithkin as
he was! They gathered about him and asked
what was the matter.
Matter!" growled the discomfited soldier,
rising and stamping his foot in a rage, "mu-
tiny is the matter! Rebellion is the matter!
My soldiers have defied me. The King shall
know of it, and every one of them shall be sent
to the Gnomes "
Here, leave him to me," said Wamby, tak-
ing Smithkin by the arm and drawing him
After a long talk with him, Wamby returned to
the others, and said, He has had some trouble
with his men, and they dumped him down here
out of revenge. But it will turn out to our
advantage, for he knows where the door is that
leads out of this hole. Give me your pin,
Harry. Smithkin's is in possession of the sol-
diers above."
Harry drew a pin from the lapel of his coat
and handed it to him. "Now show me the
place," said Wamby. Smithkin led him to the


foot of the hill of glass, and pointed to a little
pin-hole in the incline, about a foot from the
"Well! muttered Wamby, "no wonder we
couldn't find it! Who would ever think of
looking for a door there ? "
He inserted the pin, and pressing upon it
thrice, repeated :

Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
We are within
And want to get out."

But no door opened. Again he pressed the
pin and repeated the words, and again there
was no response.
Are those the right words for this door,
Smithkin ? he asked of the soldier.
"Yes," said Smithkin; try again."
He did so a number of times, but all in vain.
At last he turned to Smithkin with a suspicious
look, and cried, You are deceiving us, you
villain !"
The other elves began to gather around the
unfortunate soldier, with menacing looks and
muttered threats of vengeance, but he pro-


tested that he told the truth. "The door is
there, for I have seen it opened," he said.
" Something must be wrong."
Wamby thereupon drew forth the pin, and
after one glance at it, said to Harry, "Why,
you gave me a common pin! "
"Won't it do?" asked Harry; "what dif-
ference does it make ?"
"A great deal," answered Wamby; "only
a door-pin, made for the purpose, will open
doors. Why need I ask for your pin, if any
common one will do? And how do you sup-
pose it would be possible to keep any Pin Elf
in prison, when each one's clothes are fastened
on with dozens of common pins ?"
Sure enough," replied Harry; "I never
thought of that."
He searched one lapel of his coat, and then
the other, and then looked at Wamby with a
blank countenance, and said, "The door-pin
is gone!"
Gone! cried Wamby, as a look of despair
settled on his face; "then we are lost "
He was silent a moment. Then he smote
his little hands wildly together, and cried, It's
the work of some of those mean, ugly, thievish,


tricky Gnomes! They must have taken the
pin when you left your coat in the boat." He
suddenly felt in his belt, and said to Harry in
a hoarse whisper, "They have stolen the hat-
pin also !"



LOOK here, Wamby," said Harry, "don't
get excited. Let's talk over the matter. There
must be some way for us to get out."
Wamby shook his head disconsolately.
Maybe the soldiers can help us," Harry
went on. "They are able to open the door
above; couldn't we induce them to get ropes
and draw us out ? "
"'Tisn't possible," replied Wamby. "In the
first place, we can't communicate with them
unless they open the trap-door, and you must
remember that they are afraid of us as well as
of Smithkin, for they consented to our being
dumped down here; then again, even if they
were willing to draw us out, how could they get
the rope necessary ? Certainly, they wouldn't
dare go near the King, after having let us


Just then there was a loud shriek from one
of the elves at the other end of the room, fol-
lowed by a chorus of shrill, elfish laughter.
What's the matter?" asked Wamby rather
Kitey sat down on a pin," was the reply,
"and he jumped up at least a foot high."
Kitey was seen rubbing himself and examin-
ing the skirt of his jacket, and then suddenly
he uttered a surprised exclamation and ran up
to Wamby.
Here's the door-pin !" he cried; it was
sticking in my coat."
"How did it get there? demanded Wamby.
"Perhaps," said Harry, "when we tumbled
down here it got loose and stuck in Kitey's
jacket. I remember now, I fell on top of
Wamby eagerly seized the pin, and putting it
in the hole, pressed upon it and repeated the
usual words. The door opened and revealed a
flight of steps immediately under the incline.
They ascended these, and at the top Smith-
kin showed them a door through which they
emerged in the passageway near where the
a Idiers were. At sight of them the soldiers


scampered into the room containing the trap-
Wamby's quick eye noted that they had neg-
lected to remove Smithkin's door-pin from the
hole, so he ran up, and placing his finger on

the head of the pin, shouted "Surrender in-
stantly, or I'll dump you all down below! Lay
down your arms and walk out here, and I'll
promise to treat you well."
Without hesitation the scared soldiers dropped
their spears, and hurried out into the passageway.


"Now," said Wamby, drawing forth the pin,
"Kitey, you take fifty of our men and arm
them with those spears, and keep guard over
these soldiers."
Then Wamby nodded to Harry, who in a
second seized Smithkin, took away his spear,
and held him fast while two of the elves bound
his hands behind him.
Guard him closely, and keep him separate
from the rest," ordered Wamby.
After Smithkin had been removed to a dis-
tance, Wamby turned to the disarmed soldiers
and said, "Do any of you know where the
royal armory is ?"
Smithkin is the only one who knows," one
of the men replied. We common soldiers
were never allowed to go to the armory."
Wamby beckoned Harry aside, and whis-
pered, "What can we do now? It seems
impossible to arm the rest of our men."
"I have a scheme that may answer," said
Harry. And he whispered the scheme in Wam-
by's ear.
Wamby pondered a minute. It's very bold,"
he said, "but it strikes me as the only course
open to us. Let us try it."


Then, returning and addressing the soldiers :
"Do you fellows know the way to the Grand
Royal Reception Hall ?"
The soldiers consulted together a moment,
and then one of them stepped forward, and
answered, I know the way."
"I want you to lead us there," said Wamby.
"If we succeed in what we are about to at-
tempt, I promise that each one of you fifty will
be well rewarded. If we fail, you will be no
worse off than you are now. Will you conduct
us? "
The spokesman nodded, and answered boldly,
"We will. We are under your orders."
They forthwith proceeded under the guid-
ance of the spokesman, and soon came to a
large chamber, somewhat broader than the one
containing the trap-door. Here the soldier
stopped, and pointing to a passageway at the
other end of the chamber, said in a low tone,
"The Hall is at the end of that short pas-
sageway. The door is the one you may have
seen on the left of the King, near the throne.
There are two soldiers guarding the door, but
if you will permit one of my companions and
myself to go to them alone, I think we can


entice them to this room, and you can capture
Wamby looked at him sharply. I'll trust
you," said he; take a man with you, and go."
When they had gone, Wamby ordered the
elves to stand along the walls so as not to be
seen by any one in the passageway, and then
he placed his fifty armed men on each side
of the entrance.
After a little silent waiting, the two soldiers
came running into the chamber, followed closely
by the two guards. The latter of course were
speedily captured, disarmed, and bound.
"Now," said Wamby to his armed followers,
"you men remain concealed as before on each
side of this entrance, and await further orders:
And the rest of you keep where you can't be
seen from the passageway."
Beckoning to Harry, he entered the passage-
way and came to the door at the end.
"First let us take a peep," said he; and
opening the door on a crack, they looked out
into the Reception Hall.
After the door closed, Harry whispered,
"There are only a few of the body-guard there.
No doubt the King has heard of our escape


from the prison, and sent most of his soldiers
to find us. Are you all ready? Be sure to
shut the door after I come out, and keep it
shut as long as you can. I am ready."
Wamby pressed upon the pin, and the door
swung open. With a yell loud enough to scare
a thousand elves, Harry dashed up to the
throne, picked the little King up bodily, and
rushed back through the doorway before any
of the soldiers had a chance to touch him.
Without stopping he ran on to the chamber,
and laying the King down, called out, Here,
some of you fellows, come and help me!"
For by this time the King was struggling,
scratching, and biting like a vicious cat.
But not an elf moved. They simply looked
on in amazement and fear.
"Afraid, eh?" cried Harry. "Well, per-
haps you'd better not have a hand in it."
Placing one knee on the King's body, he
drew forth the royal hat-pin and stuck it in
his own coat. Then he took off the crown
and placed it over Wamby's hat on top of his
own head, and loosing the royal mantle, pinned
it over his own shoulders.
"Now," said he, springing up, "I am king.


Take that fellow and bind him. Don't hurt
him, though," he cried, as he saw the vengeful,
angry looks with which the elves rushed upon
their disrobed tyrant. "Any one that injures
him will be sent back to the Gnomes. He'll
be punished in due time. You men that are
armed, follow me to relieve Wamby."
They.were just in time; for, notwithstanding
Wamby's efforts, the door was being gradually
forced open by the ex-King's body-guard.
"Let 'em come, Wamby!" shouted Harry.
As the door flew open, Harry stepped for-
ward with a stern, commanding look, and held
up the royal hat-pin. The soldiers stopped,
looked in bewilderment at the crown on his
head, and then bowed low to the floor.
"Drop your spears Rise March into that
chamber cried Harry. The terrified soldiers
instantly obeyed. "Kitey," called Harry, "have
some of our men arm themselves with those
spears, and follow me."
By this time a large crowd of the elves in
the Hall had gathered about the doorway.
Clear the way to my throne," commanded
Harry, addressing his fifty armed men. Come,
Wamby," he continued, and marching solemnly


forward, he ascended the steps to the throne
and seated himself, motioning Wamby to a seat
on his right, and Kitey to one on his left.
Now," began Harry, and then he sud-
denly stopped and glared at Wamby, whose
face showed an almost irresistible tendency to
burst out laughing.
"What are you grinning at ? demanded
Harry .sternly.
Please excuse me, master," said Wamby;
"but you do look awfully funny! "
He certainly did look comical. The King's
mantle was like a little baby's cape on his
shoulders, and the collar of it would not reach
half-way around his neck. Wamby's pointed
hat was so small that it simply perched on
top of his head. And the crown, with the
hat poking through it, while it was very beauti-
ful, with its gold and diamonds and rubies, yet
looked like some little toy crown.
As Harry thought of it all, he nearly burst
out laughing himself, especially when he noticed
how solemnly he was holding up that ridiculous
hat-pin sceptre. But of course he realized that
it would never do to laugh as long as he was
king, so he frowned very hard at Wamby, and


said in a solemn tone, to one of his fifty armed
men, Cause all of the Pin Elves to assemble
in my presence. Take some soldiers with you
and bring hither also the former King and
Now," continued Harry, when this had
been done, "let us proceed to business."
But before he had a chance to say more,
there was a loud knock on the outside of the
door by which they had come in, and, as if
in answer to it, another loud knock was heard
on a door at the opposite side of the Hall.
Harry leaned over towards Wamby, and
whispered, "What does that mean?"
Wamby shook his head seriously, and re-
plied, "I don't know."



EVERYBODY looked at everybody else, and
then all looked at Harry, as if to say, What
shall we do ?"
Harry pondered a minute, and finally ordered
a troop of his armed men to proceed to the
nearest door first, and see who was there.
They did so, and soon returned, followed by a
large number of the ex-King's body-guard. The
soldiers looked much bewildered at seeing Harry
on the throne, but as he held up the sceptre
they all bowed very low before him.
"Where have you been ?" demanded Harry.
The leader bowed low again, and answered,
"If it please Your Royal Majesty, we were sent
by the King-that is, by the former King-to
look for you and Wamby."
"Well," said Harry, "you have found us, so you
may go and stand along the wall over there."


The soldiers obeyed, and ranged themselves
along the wall like a lot of naughty schoolboys.
The other door being opened, a second body
of soldiers entered, and were ordered to stand
along the opposite wall.
Now," said Harry, "let us again proceed
to business. Bring the ex-King before me."
When the former King was brought, Harry
proceeded: You are charged with being a
tyrant. You have unlawfully punished over a
thousand of your subjects, and have been a bad
fellow in other ways, so I hear. Have you any-
thing to answer ?"
The deposed monarch looked sullen, and
made no reply.
Well," said Harry, I'll put it to a vote.
All who know that the charges against the ex-
King are true, please say aye.' "
A perfect chorus of ayes" rang through the
Now, all who believe the charges are false,
say no,' continued Harry.
"No !" yelled the Lord of the Safety-Pin.
"You're a prisoner yourself and haven't any
right to vote," said Harry. Bring that fellow


The Lord of the Safety-Pin shook his little
fist at Harry, as he stood before him, and cried
out shrilly, "You are a common mortal, and
have no right to be our king! I hate you!
You stole my slave Wamby. I'm glad I stuck
you with a pin. 'Twas I had you and Wamby
arrested 'Twas I "
When he had gotten thus far, he choked and
spluttered with rage.
"Here!" cried Harry, "hand him up to
me! Taking the vicious little fellow by the
collar, he laid him across his knee and gave him
a sound spanking, while the assembled elves
danced and shouted with delight.
Take from him all his safety-pins," said
Harry, "and give them to Wamby, who will di-
vide them among the most worthy of the es-
quires and retainers of the Safety-Pin Order.
Then shut up the fellow in prison for two
months, and after that let him begin over again
as a common Pin Elf."
And now," went on Harry, for the third
time, let us dispose of the ex-King. Which one
of you elves has been down with the Gnomes
the longest ?"
Kitey arose and said, "If it please Your


Royal Majesty, I have; fifteen years ago, as you
mortals count time, was I banished to the mines."
Is that correct according to records ?"
Harry asked of the Grand Royal Recorder.
If it please Your Royal Majesty, it is cor-
rect," responded that individual.
Then listen to my sentence," said Harry.
"The ex-King is to be sent to the Gnomes to
work in the mines for fifteen years. After that
he is to become a retainer in the Order of the
Hat-Pin, with a chance to work his way up, if
he behaves himself. If any of you object to
the sentence, don't be afraid to speak out."
For he noticed that many of the elves looked
"The sentence is too light," cried a number
of voices.
"Well," said Harry, "we mustn't be too
hard. Since I have been king I can see how
easy it is to be tyrannical.
"Now bring Smithkin here. Smithkin, I
forgive you. You were faithful to your former
master, be just as faithful to your new king.
But you must begin over again as a common
soldier, so that by obedience you may learn
better how to command.


As for you fifty soldiers who led us hither,
each one of you is hereby appointed an officer
over fifty men.
The elves who have been in the mines are
to take the positions they had before they were
Have you all those orders written down
in the records ?" he demanded of the Grand
I have, Your Majesty," was the reply.
"Kitey," continued Harry, I appoint you
Grand Royal Prime Minister. Get up, Wamby,
and give him that seat at my right."
Wamby complied, but his face wore a disap-
pointed and grieved look, as if he thought it,
hardly fair for Harry to pass by him and give
to Kitey the place of honor.
Now," said Harry, I am going to abdicate,
and you must elect a new king."
So saying, he attempted to rise, but found
himself unable to do so. The throne was made
for a Pin Elf, not for a good-sized boy, and it
was so small that Harry had become wedged
fast. The elves perceived at once what the
trouble was, and forgetting all fear and decorum,
laughed and danced about with glee, shouting,


"' You've got to stay on the throne You can't
get away You'll have to be our king always "
But after tugging away until he grew red in
the face, Harry managed to wriggle loose and
stand up.
No, no," he cried; "you must have a Pin
Elf for your King. I have been here a long
time, and want to go home; my folks will be
very anxious about me. I nominate Wamby as
king, all who are in favor of the nomination
say aye.'"
The elves saw that Harry meant it, and all
shouted aye lustily.
Sit down, Wamby," said Harry. For little
Wamby was standing in open-mouthed wonder,
and seemed hardly to understand what was
being done. Harry handed him the hat-pin,
and put on him the crown and royal mantle.
Do you all promise to be faithful to Wamby,
and obey him as long as he is a good king ?"
cried Harry.
"We do," was the unanimous response.
"Now, Wamby, stand up," said Harry. Do
you promise to be a good, kind king, and to rule
according to the laws? "
"I do," replied Wamby.


"Everything is settled, then," said Harry,
stepping down from the dais; "so, wishing you
all good luck and good-by, I'll go. Good-by,
Wamby. Here's your hat."
"Wait a moment," said Wamby; and turning
to the crowd of elves, he addressed them as fol-
lows: "Fellow Pin Elves, although Harry re-
fuses to remain king over us, a position he well
deserves, I feel sure he will not decline election as a
prince of the royal family of Hat-Pins." This
suggestion met with great approval, and Harry was
unanimously elected a Prince of the Hat-Pins,
with all the rights and privileges of the order.
When the ceremony was over, Harry once
more said good-by to all the elves. He took
off Wamby's hat, but as soon as it was re-
moved, Pin Elves and throne and everything
disappeared, and he was standing in a bare,
empty room.
This won't do," he cried. "I must keep
the hat on till I get above ground." And he
clapped it on top of his head again, when in-
stantly everything became once more visible.
We'll all accompany you to the entrance,"
said Wamby.
So off they went in grand style, Wamby and


Harry ahead, with Kitey on one side, and on
the other side the Grand Royal Recorder, an
old, withered elf, with large, gold-bowed spec-
tacles perched on his sharp nose, and a big pen
behind his ear; then came some of the sol-
diers; next, the lords, with their knights and
esquires; then more soldiers, and in the rear a
large multitude of the ordinary elves.
Finally they reached the chamber with the
trap-door that opened into Central Park. Wamby
and Kitey, with a number of others, ascended
the steps with Harry. When they reached the
top, Harry turned and waved good-by to the
elves below.
Oh," cried Wamby, "I've forgotten some-
thing. Where is the Grand Royal Treasurer?"
A tall elf, with a pouch hanging at his side,
stepped forward.
"Have you jewels in your pouch ?" inquired
"I have, Your Majesty," replied the Treas-
urer, and he opened the pouch.
Harry looked, and rubbed his eyes in amaze-
ment, for the pouch was crammed full of flash-
ing and sparkling diamonds, rubies, and emeralds
of immense size.

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Wamby smiled at the expression on Harry's
face. "Help yourself, Prince," said he. "Keep
them as a slight token of my gratitude."
I don't want them all," said Harry. One
of them alone is worth a fortune. I shall just
take one of each kind, and thank you, old chap,"
and selecting three of the precious stones, he
slipped them into his pocket.
Here is your door-pin," said Wamby. "I
shall be glad to have you come down again at
any time. Will you promise to come if I ever
need you?"
Why, certainly," answered Harry.
"Then listen," said Wamby; "if you should
see a little green twig sticking in the pin-hole
in the centre of this rock, it will be a sign that
I want you. Now let me see if the coast is
Inserting his own door-pin in the hole over-
head, he repeated:
Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
I am within
And want to look out."
"All right," he said, as he glanced through
the crack of the door; "no one is near the


rock. But a Park policeman is coming in the
distance, so we must hurry."
Harry hastily snatched off Wamby's hat, and
holding it out felt Wamby take it. Of course the
elves became invisible the instant the hat was off.
Then the door opened, and Harry felt his legs
grasped by a number of elfish hands, and he
was lifted up bodily and tossed tlh,.iugh the
opening so violently that he rolled off the rock
upon the grass.
When he jumped up, be was sure he heard
Wamby's voice, shouting, Good-by, Prince
Harry! and it seemed to him that he could see
the trap-door just settling into place. But as
the Park policeman came up at that moment,
he looked away from the rock and began brush-
ing the dust from his clothes. When he reached
his room at home, he put the wonderful door-
pin, with the jewels Wamby had given him,
carefully in a little box. I have had some sur-
prising adventures," he thought, "and, at any
rate, I have given the Pin Elves a good king."



A FEW weeks later Harry went to the Park
again. When he came to the rock he saw a
little green twig sticking in the pin-hole.
"Halloa !" he cried. Has Wamby got into
trouble already ? I hope he hasn't been play-
ing the tyrant himself. Well, at any rate, I
must help him, as I promised to do."
He had neglected to bring the door-pin with
him, so he hastened back to get it.
"What else can I take? he said to himself.
"I wish I had a weapon of some kind."
The nearest approach to a weapon that he
could find, however, was simply a little pop-gun,
or pop-pistol rather, belonging to his younger
brother, and a steel paper-cutter shaped like a
knife. These he slipped into his pockets, and
then hurried back to the rock in the Park.
The chamber beneath the trap door was


vacant when he descended into it. Knowing
that extreme wariness and caution were neces-
sary, he examined every part of the chamber
carefully before proceeding further, and was
rewarded by the discovery of an-elfin hat thrust
into a crevice of the rock about the height of
his head from the floor.
It looks like Wamby's," he said, putting
the hat on his head. "The little chap must
have placed it here for me."
He went forward cautiously, without seeing
anything amiss until he drew near to the door
where the two guards were stationed, when
suddenly he stopped and uttered an exclamation
of dismay; for there, guarding the door, stood
two tall, hideous Gnomes. The reason they
had not noticed him was because just at that
moment they were occupied in opening the
Harry stood rooted to the spot in amazement
for an instant. But when the door opened and
showed him a large troop of armed Gnomes
coming through it towards him, he regained
control of himself quickly enough, and turned
and ran back along the passageway at full


The Gnomes at once caught sight of him
and started in hot pursuit. Harry was fleet-
footed, but he soon discovered that Gnomes are
terrible fellows in a race, and that his pursuers
were slowly gaining upon him.
At the foot of the hill of glass was the
entrance to a side-passage. Into this the boy
dashed, and a short distance further dodged
into a cross-passage, along which he had run
but a few paces when he stumbled and fell
across an open trap-door in the floor. Luckily,
the opening was small, or he would surely have
plungeddown head foremost to destruction.
His pursuers were out of sight, and scarcely
knowing what he was doing, he sprang through
the trap-door, and pushing the door up into
place, crouched upon the steps beneath it. A
moment later he could hear the troop of Gnomes
rushing along the passage just above his head.
"Ha, ha! he chuckled to himself. "Trot
along, my boys, but you'll have a hard time
finding me!"
When he had recovered his breath, he felt
his way down to the bottom of the stone steps,
and began slowly creeping forward.
"I don't like this," he muttered. For the


place was pitch-dark. "I'm liable to tumble
into some pitfall, or maybe slide head first down
one of those beastly hills of glass."
There was nothing to do, though, but feel his
way along in a very stealthy, uncanny fashion
that made the cold creeps course up and down
his backbone.
Gracious! this is perfectly awful!" he
exclaimed, as his hand touched a specially
cold spot on the rock, that felt like something
slimy and alive. "I thought it was a snail, or
He stopped, and wiped the cold perspiration
from his forehead.
Pshaw! he continued, "what a big fool
I am! Afraid of the dark! I'm a brave one
to rescue Wamby and mustering up courage,
he went on more boldly.
Presently a faint light appeared in the dis-
tance ahead, causing him to renew his wariness
and slacken his pace. As he softly advanced,
he described an elf sitting in the passage, with
a lantern-box on the floor beside him. Harry
hesitated an instant, but thinking he had noth-
ing to fear from one Pin Elf, he advanced openly.
Upon hearing the footsteps the elf immediately


shut his lantern-box, but as he leaned over to do
so, the light flashed in his face brightly, and
showed Harry that it was his old friend Kitey.
"Halloa, Kitey, old fellow, what are you
doing here?" exclaimed Harry.
Is it you, Prince Harry?" said Kitey, in
a tone of delight; and opening his lantern-box
again, he ran forward and embraced Harry's
"Why, little chap, what's the trouble?"
inquired the boy.
"How did you get down here ? asked the
elf in return. Don't talk loud, or we may be
In a few words Harry related his escape from
the Gnomes.
So I left that trap-door open in my hurry "
said Kitey, at the conclusion of the narrative.
" It is lucky you found it, instead of those ras-
cally Gnomes."
"But what are the Gnomes doing here?"
asked Harry; "and why are you hiding? and
what has become of Wamby? "
"Sit down, Prince, and I will tell you all
about it," said Kitey. "After you left us
everything went along nicely for awhile. Catti-


sack, the ex-King, was sent down to the Gnomes,
and old Grumpy, the Lord of the' Safety-Pin,
was imprisoned. But Grumpy, the old sneak,
behaved so nicely that Wamby felt sorry for
him, and set him free, and restored him to his
former position. That was the real beginning
of the mischief.
Old Grumpy immediately began secretly
forming a party against Wamby, and was almost
ready to begin a rebellion, when Wamby dis-
covered the plot, and sent Grumpy to the
Gnomes. That was the second blunder.
"Soon after that, Wamby took it into his
head that the soldiers needed another com-
mander, and as Smithkin was experienced, and
had been behaving beautifully, he reinstated
him in his old position. That was the third
Of course, Prince Harry, you know I am
not blaming King Wamby,--at the time we
all thought he was doing just right ; but it
seems he wasn't, for Cattisack and Grumpy
at once began plotting with the King of the
Gnomes, and out of revenge offered to deliver
to him the Pin Elf dominions. They both
knew all the secret passageways, and how many


soldiers we had, and where the guards were
stationed, and so it was very easy for them to
lead the whole army of the Gnomes right to the
Grand Royal Reception Hall.
It all happened yesterday. Wamby was
sitting on his throne holding a reception, and
I was seated on his right. All of a sudden the
door to the left of the throne opened a little,
and then closed again. It was done quickly
and quietly, but I was looking in that direction
and saw through the doorway a Gnome's ugly
face. Instantly surmising that something was
wrong, I darted forward and slipped all the
bolts in the door. That made the door impreg-
nable against any assault of the Gnomes, and
we should have been safe, had it not been for
that Smithkin. He must have been in collu-
sion with Cattisack, for no sooner had I secured
the door than Smithkin ran thither, dashed me
aside, undid the bolts, and admitted the Gnoman
Even then we could easily have held our
own and driven them back, for, you know, one
Pin Elf is equal to three Gnomes, because we
are so quick and active, and they are so slow
and heavy; but some of the Safety-Pin men


rallied around old Grumpy, and at least half
of the body-guard went over to Smithkin, and
as the rest of us were entirely unprepared they
soon got the better of us.
Seeing that all was lost, Wamby whispered
to me, Quick, Kitey! while there is a chance,
run up to the rock in Central Park and stick
a little green twig in the pin-hole, as a signal
to our good Prince Harry; and put my hat in
the chamber, where he can find it.'
Fortunately, in the excitement of the con-
flict, the Gnomes had neglected to guard any
of the doors, and I escaped without being seen,
and placed the green twig in the hole. On my
return, however, I discovered six Gnomes on
guard outside the door, so I quietly retreated
and made my way down here, where I have
been ever since."
"Aren't we in danger of being discovered
here ?" inquired Harry.
"Oh, no, Prince," replied Kitey; "no one
would dare come here. This is the terrible
Passage of the Toad."
"Passage of the Toad!" repeated Harry.
"What do you mean? "
"Why," exclaimed Kitey, "this passage was


constructed ages ago, as a secret means of
escape, in case our dominions should be in-
vaded. It leads from the Grand Reception
Hall, and branches off into several small pas-
sageways, and we are in one of those smaller,
branching passageways. But just as the whole
thing was completed, a toad made its appear-
ance in the main passage. Of course the en-
trances were at once closed, and no one ever
after ventured to enter. It was only necessity
that drove me hither."
"But, Kitey, I don't understand you. How
could a toad get in the passage ? and if he did
get in, what difference did it make?"
"I can't tell you how he got in," replied
Kitey, "but he certainly was there, and doubt-
less is there to this day. And you ask, what
difference does it make ? Why, don't you know
that elves cannot bear the contact, or even the
near presence, of a toad ? It prostrates us com-
pletely. So there was nothing for us to do but
shut up the passage, which has been called by
us ever since the Passage of the Toad. Evi-
dently, the horrible creature is not near this
branch passage where we are now, or I should
hardly have been able to come down here."


"Well, never mind the toad at present," said
Harry. "What do you suppose has become of
Wamby and the rest of the Pin Elves ? "
I think they have been sent down to work
in the mines, and the Gnomes have taken pos-
session of our kingdom," answered Kitey.
"In other words," said Harry, "the Gnomes
are on top, and the Pin Elves down below. The
wicked elves have ousted the good elves and
made slaves of them."
"Exactly! replied Kitey. That is what
I believe has taken place." He sighed dole-
fully, and continued: "Poor Wamby I wish
we could help him. It is awful to have to work
down in Gnome Land. I was there, and know
all about it." '
"That's so! exclaimed Harry eagerly; "I
suppose you know all about the ins and outs of
the place. Your knowledge may be a great
help to us if we go down to rescue our friends.
Meanwhile, I should like to know if they are
really there now, and whether the Gnomes are
in possession of our dominions."
"You might find out, if you are not afraid of
the toad," said Kitey. This little passage will
lead you to the main passage, and if you follow


that to the end you will find a flight of steps
and a trap-door at the top of them opening into
the Reception Hall. The door opens in the floor
of the dais, just behind the throne. You can
take a peep through it and see what is taking
place in the Hall.
"I'll do it! cried Harry, springing up.
"Just lend me your lantern-box, so that I can
see my way."
One word, Prince, before you go," said
Kitey. Find out where the toad is, and
please keep him away from this place. Above
all, do not touch him! for if you do, I cannot
endure your presence."
"All right, old chap," returned Harry, "I'll
bear it in mind. Don't you be afraid of Mr.
Toad! I'll look after him, and will be back
here soon."



IN the main passage Harry found the toad, a
small and rather thin creature, not at all danger-
ous-looking. As Harry held the light close to
it, the little animal blinked its eyes as though
half-blind, and seemed too dispirited to hop
Poor little hoppy !" said the boy; "I bet
you're almost starved to death here. Never
mind! I'll take you back on top of the earth
when I go."
The toad was plainly in no condition to
travel as far as Kitey, so Harry let him remain
where he was, and went on to the end of the
passage and mounted the steps.
Kitey had directed him where to find the pin-
hole in the trap-door above, and when he had
inserted the pin, he shut the lantern-box, pressed
upon the pin three times, and said:


Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
I am within
And want to look out."

The door opened slightly and he peeped
through, and seeing no one upon the dais, he
opened the door wide, and crawling through,
peered cautiously around the edge of the
The Hall was' empty, and Harry's first
thought was that perhaps he had lost the
elfin hat from his head, and therefore the Hall
only seemed empty. But the hat was still there
when he felt for it, so he quietly remained wait-
ing for some one to appear. After a time a
number of Gnomes entered, bearing dishes of
various kinds of food, which they deposited upon
a table near the throne. Then they all withdrew.
Quick as a flash Harry darted forward, and
dumping the food from the dishes upon the
table-cloth, he gathered up the cloth by the
corners, and carried it with its savory contents
down through the trap-door to the passageway,
and then ran up the steps again to his hiding-
place behind the throne. Just as he reached
his position, two doors opened. Through one


filed the servants who had set the table, and
through the other came the King of the Gnomes
with his attendants.
Imagine, if you can, how they all looked when
they beheld the empty table and the empty
dishes scattered around on the floor!
The servants were so astonished at the std-
den and mysterious disappearance of the food,
that they forgot even to make obeisance to the
King. As for the King, he became black in
the face with rage, and his terrible right eye
fairly flashed fire.
Where are the viands ?" he growled through
his bushy beard.
The Head Caterer, who had been staring
open-mouthed at the table, tremblingly pros-
trated himself, and said, If it please Your Royal
Majesty, the table was duly set anon, but the
viands have disappeared, I know not where."
"Disappeared! quoth the King; "how dare
you allow the royal victuals to disappear ? Pro-
duce more food at once!"
I cannot, Your Majesty," whimpered the
Caterer; "the cooking-fire has gone out."
"Glumdozo!" roared the King in a mighty
voice, and every Gnome present trembled at the


sound of the word, which made Harry suppose
it was a terrible Gnoman oath. Thereupon the
King grasped his golden pickax by the handle,
and hurled it at the luckless Caterer.
Fortunately for himself the Caterer was peer-
ing out of the corner of his eye, and adroitly
dodged the pickax, which bounded along the
floor and smashed a number of the rare and
costly dishes.
Hummelskrash roared the King. "Take
the knave and his fellows to work in the mines
with the Pin Elves, and tell Wamby to assign
them tne hottest and hardest work there.
The poor Caterer and the rest of the Gnomes
who had served the dinner were at once hus-
tled away, and the King, with his courtiers, ap-
proached the dais. Harry waited long enough
only to see that Cattisack, Grumpy, and Smith-
kin were among the King's followers, and then
he retreated hurriedly through the trap-door and
made his way back to Kitey.
Are you hungry, old chap ?" were the first
words he uttered.
Hungry!" exclaimed Kitey, "I'm nearly
starved "
"Then let us fall to without delay," said


Harry, opening the table-cloth and seating him-
self on the floor beside it.
Did you see the toad?" asked Kitey
Yes. Don't worry about him, for he's too
starved to hop far. I have found out the state
of affairs. The Gnomes have possession of our
dominions, and our people, all except Catti-
sack, Grumpy, and Smithkin, and a few of their
adherents, are banished to the Gnomes' old
Then he told Kitey all that had happened
during his absence. They both nearly choked
with suppressed laughter during the recital, but
at its conclusion Kitey grew very sober, and
said, "I wish we could help Wamby and the
others to escape."
Harry was thoughtful a moment. "Where
do the rest of these branching passages lead ?"
said he.
"I have it! cried Kitey excitedly. If
that horrible toad would keep out of the way,
I could take you to one passage that leads in
the right direction."
"All right," said Harry, "I'll attend to the

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