a Wise Woman. There's the Thunder
Bird, see, the symbol of the great rocket.
Here are you and I, Dad, upon a mountain-top,
watching it tear--oh! tear away."

He laughed again at the two stiff,
woodeny figures, the comet-like streak
of fire above them.

"And this--the quill fluttering down
attached to a kite! Humph! That
stands for the Thunder Bird's diary, I
suppose, otherwise the golden egg--the
little recording apparatus coming down on
the wing of its black parachute."

The inventor laughed amusedly again,
glancing sidelong at his masterpiece, the
little five-inch openwork steel box, having
in it two tiny wheels with paper wound,
tapelike, on one and a pencil between
them. This carried in the head of the
Thunder Bird, big or little, would keep a
record of as high as it went by the pencil
automatically making marks so long as
there was any air-pressure, like a guiding
hand, to move it.

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