Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 61441-h.htm or 61441-h.zip: (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/61441/61441-h/61441-h.htm) or (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/61441/61441-h.zip) Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive--See https://archive.org/details/littlegreengobli00nayl and through the Library of Congress--See https://www.loc.gov/item/07024772 [Illustration: It was a most beautiful sight, that city. (See page 103.)] THE LITTLE GREEN GOBLIN by JAMES BALL NAYLOR. Illustrated by Harry·L·Miller· The Saalfield Publishing Company. ·New York· ·Akron·Ohio· ·Chicago· H. L. Miller · 1907. Copyright, 1907 by The Saalfield Publishing Company [Illustration] [Illustration: ILLUSTRATIONS] It was a most beautiful sight, that city. _Frontispiece_ A broad band of moonlight streamed in at the open window. 36 He picked up a large knotted pole for a cane. 82 Two giants stood triumphantly grinning down upon twenty pygmies. 134 Bob and his comrade went straight to the mayor’s office. 160 “If you’re rested now, we’ll resume our sight-seeing.” 176 [Illustration: CONTENTS.] CHAPTER PAGE I. A Midnight Visit from the Little Green Goblin 9 II. Bob Becomes an Aëronaut 25 III. Through a Storm in a Balloon 43 IV. In Danger of the Sea 57 V. In which Bob Becomes a Giant 71 VI. Lost in the Desert 87 VII. Fitz Mee Magnetizes the Spring 101 VIII. The Balloonists Encounter Arabs 117 IX. A Wireless Message to Headquarters 131 X. Arrived in Goblinland 143 XI. In the Land where You Do as You Please 159 XII. Before the Mayor of Goblinland 173 CHAPTER I A MIDNIGHT VISIT FROM THE LITTLE GREEN GOBLIN Little Bob Taylor was mad, discouraged, and thoroughly miserable. Things had gone wrong—as things have the perverse habit of doing with mischievous, fun-loving boys of ten—and he was disgruntled, disgusted. The school year drawing to a close had been one of dreary drudgery; at least that was the retrospective view he took of it. And warm, sunshiny weather had come—the season for outdoor sports and vagrant rambles—and the end was not yet. Still he was a galley slave in the gilded barge of modern education; and open and desperate rebellion was in his heart.