Tom Swift and His Wireless Message: Or, the Castaways of Earthquake Island (Tom Swift, Book 6)
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Tom Swift and His Wireless Message is the sixth book in the original Tom Swift series.
"Every boy possesses some form of inventive genius. Tom Swift is a bright, ingenious boy and his inventions and adventures make the most interesting kind of reading."
"These spirited tales convey in a realistic way, the wonderful advances in land and sea locomotion and other successful inventions. Stories like these are impressed upon the memory and their reading is productive only of good."
This series of adventure novels starring the genius boy inventor Tom Swift falls into the genre of "invention fiction" or "Edisonade".
voice. "What do you think of her, Tom Swift?" Tom did not immediately answer. He looked dubiously at the electric airship and shrugged his shoulders. It seemed to him, at first glance, that, it would never sail. Chapter VII - Making Some Changes * "Well, what do you think of it?" asked Mr. Fenwick again, as Tom walked all about the electric airship, still without speaking. "It's big, certainly," remarked the lad. "Bless my shoe horn! I should say it was!" burst out Mr. Damon. "It's
your mule Boomerang to do with my telephone? That's up in the house." "No, it ain't! it's right yeah in mah pocket," chuckled Eradicate, opening a ragged coat, and reaching for something. "I got yo' telephone right yeah." he went on. "De agent at de station see me dribin' ober dis way, an' he done ast he t' deliber it. He said as how he ain't got no messenger boy now, 'cause de one he done hab went on a strike fo' five cents mo' a day. So I done took de telephone," and with that the colored man
appetite." "I don't know whether it's that or not," answered Tom with a laugh, "but I am certainly hungry." "Then we'll postpone the trial until after dinner. It must be ready by this time, I think," said Mr. Fenwick, as he led the way back to the house. It was magnificently furnished, for the inventor was a man of wealth, and only took up aeroplaning as a "fad." An excellent dinner was served, and then the three returned once more to the shed where the WHIZZER was kept. "Shall I start the
is awful to think of perishing on this terrible earthquake island. Oh, Amos! Think of it, and Mary home alone! Have you seen her lately, Mr. Swift?" Tom told of his visit to the Nestors' home. Our hero was almost in despair, not so much for himself, as for the unfortunate women of the party—and one of them was Mary's mother! Yet what could he do? What chance was there of escaping from the earthquake? "Bless my gizzard!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Don't let's stand here worrying! If you folks are
to laugh. "It's only a scratch. Next time don't try to blockade the whole street, and you won't get into trouble. Are you able to drive home; or shall I take you in my car?" "I wouldn't ride in your car!" snapped the ugly lad. "You go on, and mind your business now, and I'll pay you back for this, some day. I could have you arrested!" "And so could I have you locked up for obstructing traffic. But I'll not. Your rig isn't damaged, and you'd better drive home." The old white horse had not