Books with author Ingersoll Lockwood

2019 Reprint of 1896 Edition. Full facsimile of the original edition, not reproduced with Optical Recognition software. In this work Lockwood creates an alternate history of the United States that puts William Jennings Bryan in power, and in which Bryan immediately took America off the gold standard. Mob actions and political chas follows. Prescient for those unhappy with the 2016 election; the issues are entirely different, but the turmoil seems similar.

Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump - And his wonderful dog Bulger is written by Ingersoll Lockwood over 100 years ago, about a kid, whose name was Baron Trump, and his Master, The novels recount the adventures of the German boy Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian Von Troomp, who goes by "Baron Trump", as he discovers weird underground civilizations, offends the natives, flees from his entanglements with local women, and repeats this pattern until arriving back home at Castle Trump. Chris Riotta noted in Newsweek that Baron Trump's adventures begin in Russia.

This collection contains the THREE novels by INGERSOLL LOCKWOOD that have surprised the world of the XXI century. This author wrote over 120 years ago, during the 1890`s, these three novels, in which the characters are first, a kid, whose name was Baron Trump, and his Master is Don; and a separate novel about a president who resides in 5th avenue, New York, in a tower with his name, who surprisingly wins an election... The Baron Trump novels recount the adventures of the German boy Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian Von Troomp, who goes by "Baron Trump", as he discovers weird underground civilizations, offends the natives, flees from his entanglements with local women, and repeats this pattern until arriving back home at Castle Trump.The Baron Trump novels recount the adventures of the German boy Wilhelm Heinrich Sebastian Von Troomp, who goes by "Baron Trump", as he discovers weird underground civilizations, offends the natives, flees from his entanglements with local women, and repeats this pattern until arriving back home at Castle Trump. Chris Riotta noted in Newsweek that Baron Trump's adventures begin in Russia, and also mentioned another book of Ingersoll's, The Last President, in which the president's home city of New York is riven by protests against a rigged presidential election. Jaime Fuller wrote in Politico that Baron Trump is "precocious, restless, and prone to get in trouble", often mentions his massive brain, and has a personalized insult for most people he meets. These novels, and some of its phrases and situations, really make people wonder if there are authors who have a window to the future, true prophets like Verne and his "From Earth to the Moon", Poe with his Arthur Gordon Pim (a story that occurred with names and last names 50 years later); and Robertson in Futility or the Wreck of the Titan, a novel about the wreck of the Titanic, with locations, names and descriptions, written 20 years! before the actual events.

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★▸Do You Believe In Coincidence▸★Ingersoll Lockwood invented the fictional character Baron Trump in 1890 for a two-part sci-fi/fantasy series about a privileged boy who undertakes a sequence of fantastic voyages. The style of the Baron Trump series - a mix of fantasy and young-listener-oriented science fiction - anticipated and may have influenced L. Frank Baum's Oz series

Baron Trump's Marvelous Underground JourneyBaron Trump's Marvelous Underground Journey is actually a sequel of Lockwood's 1st published novel - Travels & Adventures of Little Baron Trump and his wonderful dog Bulger in 1889.In Lockwood’s story, Baron Trump is a young aristocrat suffering from ennui ( lack of excitement ). Then a friend of his father’s gives him a 15th century manuscript penned by a man named Don. The manuscript details a mystic “World within a World” near the center of the Earth, and the only way to reach it is through a portal in Russia.There is no map to the portal, but Don explains that as the reader travels through Russia, “the people will tell thee” where the portal is and how to get there. Baron Trump then sets off for Russia with his trusted dog, Bulger, and finds the portal with the help of the Russian people.In this ' World within a World ' , he encounters four strikingly different lands:The Land of Transparent FolkThe Land of Sodopsies ( or Ant People )The Frozen Land of King GileadThe Land of Rattlebrains ( or Happy Forgetters )What Baron Trump discovered in that 4 land ?It is for you to read the whole Marvelous Underground Journey through Ingersoll Lockwood books. Marvelous Underground Journey Paperback EditionBaron Trump's Marvelous Underground Journey is a science fiction book written 130 years ago by Ingersoll Lockwood. The Author Ingersoll Lockwood was an American lawyer and writer. As a writer, he is particularly known today for his Baron Trump children's novels. However, he wrote other children's novels, as well as the dystopian novel, 1900: or; The Last President, a play, and several non-fiction works. He wrote some of his non-fiction under the pseudonym Irwin Longman.This edition is full with illustration by Charles Howard Johnson to allow you to have the opportunity to view and enjoy your reading with a classic illustration. If you are a fan of travels and adventures stories, this book is a MUST READ.What are you still waiting for? Click the BUY BUTTON and have yourself a copy right to your door now !

Within doors, I was fretful, peevish, irritable, but once out in the open air, my whole nature changed. I drank in the soft, balmy atmosphere with a vigor and a satisfaction that delighted my father. My face brightened, my eyes traveled from valley to hill, from mountain-top to sky.Into such an ecstacy of pleasure did this sight of the great world throw me, that my mother became anxious lest it presaged some great evil that was to happen unto me.But the stately Baron only smiled. “Fear nothing, wife, it only means that within that little head dwells a most wonderfully active mind for a child of its months.”Whenever Bulger heard his little master crying out in joyful tones at sight of the beautiful world, he was sure to be 22seized with a fit of violent barking, during which he sprang around about me with the wildest and most extravagant manifestations of sympathy.Without a doubt, there was a wonderful bond of affection between us.To my mother’s-I had almost said horror, I, one day while she was walking with me in her arms, upon the broad veranda, which encircled Chewchewlô’s palaces, attempted to throw myself from her arms, crying out in German: Los! Los! (Let me go! Let me go!) I was but two months old and the loud and vigorous tone in which I pronounced this first word which I had spoken in my mother’s tongue fairly startled her.I had, up to that time, apparently been more interested in the soft and musical language of my royal nurse, Chewlâ, in which I could make myself understood very easily. About this time an accident happened to me which, although it did not bring about, it greatly hastened the release from parently restraint, so ardently desired, both by Bulger and by me, for from my very entrance into this world something told me that I should be a famous child, not a mere, precocious youth who is made use of by his parents at social gatherings to bore people already in poor spirits, by mounting upon chair or table and declaiming verses, parrotlike, with half a dozen woodeny, jerky gestures; but a genuine hero, a real traveler, not afraid to brave a tempest, face a wild beast or bully a barbarous people into doing as he wanted them to do.It was my mother’s custom in the cool of the day to sit with me on the broad veranda while she darned my father’s stockings; for, although of gentle birth, she had been so accustomed when a girl to exercise German thrift in all things that now, even though she had become the wife of a real baron, she could not forego the pleasure of doing things in those good old ways.And thus she saved my father many a pfennig which the good man bestowed upon the worthy poor and went down to the grave loaded with their blessings.At such a time it was that a sudden fit of sneezing seized my mother and to her unspeakable horror she let me slip from her 23arms. Down, down I fell, striking in the soft mud and disappearing from sight.The poor woman dropped to the floor like lead.The stately baron rose to his feet and the color fled from his manly cheek.But Chew-chew-lô, who fortunately was paying a visit to my father, only smiled.“Unfeeling barbarian!” roared the great baron, “hast no respect for a father’s tears, a mother’s anguish? Out upon thee! Would to heaven I had never entered thy domain!” Chew-chew-lô spake not a word. Turning with imperious mien and right royal manner towards a crowd of retainers, he waved his hand.Quicker than thought the band of Melodious Sneezers sprang to their wooden shoes.

Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey CHAPTER I Bulger was not himself at all, dear friends. There was a lack-lustre look in his eyes, and his tail responded with only a half-hearted wag when I spoke to him. I say half-hearted, for I always had a notion that the other end of Bulger’s tail was fastened to his heart. His appetite, too, had gone down with his spirits; and he rarely did anything more than sniff at the dainty food which I set before him, although I tried to tempt him with fried chickens’ livers and toasted cocks’ combs—two of his favorite dishes. There was evidently something on his mind, and yet it never occurred to me what that something was; for to be honest about it, it was something which of all things I never should have dreamed of finding there. Possibly I might have discovered at an earlier day what it was all about, had it not been that just at this time I was very busy, too busy, in fact, to pay much attention to any one, even to my dear four-footed foster brother. As you may remember, dear friends, my brain is a very active one; and when once I become interested in a subject, Castle Trump itself might take fire and burn until the legs of my chair had become charred before I would hear the noise and confusion, or even smell the smoke. It so happened at the time of Bulger’s low spirits that the elder baron had, through the kindness of an old school friend, come into possession of a fifteenth-century manuscript from the pen of a no less celebrated thinker and philosopher than the learned Spaniard, Don Constantino Bartolomeo Strepholofidgeguaneriusfum, commonly known among scholars as Don Fum, entitled “A World within a World.” In this work Don Fum advanced the wonderful theory that there is every rea