Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 7

Wednesday, September 19, 2018 

Girl with Cherries

Welcome back to Hidebound Hump Day and the next episode of the steampunk serial.  The next random “thing” a reader left to drive the plot of this story should come as no surprise — “steam engine.”  Let’s see if I use it in a way you expect.  (winks)

Previously with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

Chapter 6 The handsome innkeeper, Ignatius Belle, has caught Felicity’s eye.  Yet Copper is decidedly distrustful of the tall man.  Who is right? Is Felicity thinking with her head or her… erm… heart?  What about that sheriff?  Can we trust him?  More worrisome than whom to trust and not, Cornelis disappeared with a disconcerting “flat” pop.

All aboard!

Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

7 — Steam Engine

Flying Scotsman Print


After the men left, Copper and I set about putting the disaster of a kitchen to rights.  I had a lot of thinking to do, and it helped if my hands were busy.  It also helped distract me from worrying about Cornelis Drebbel.  Copper told me she had not seen him since “the naughty monkey” knocked him down the stairs.

Copper sat at the table.  She had the owl-shaped lamp turned upside-down.  It was proof of my hit on the head that I had forgotten about the lamp and its hidden compartment.  Before I could caution her, Copper pulled out the documents.

“Be careful with those.  I think they’re quite old.  You wouldn’t want to tear them,” I said, and complimented myself on keeping my voice gentle when I was startled enough that I might have snapped at her.

rolled printer papers on table

We spread the papers on the kitchen table.  One was a letter written in an unknown language.  I had no idea what it said, but it looked quite official, with an embossed crest.  However, the document was so old that the embossing was unclear.  The other pages appeared to be plans, drawings for strange inventions.

“A magnifying glass would be useful,” I murmured.

“Daddy keeps one in his desk,” Copper said helpfully.  “Do you think the monkeys will come back?” she asked, her tone edged with fear.

“We’ll go look together, shall we?” I said with a smile.

As we stood I heard a pop, then a little electric shock at my neck when a finger tapped it.

“Cornelis!” I said, barely stopping myself from hugging the Dutchman.  “I was worried half to death.  Where have you been?  Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes.  Although it took me a bit to… shall we say, compose myself,” he said in a rueful voice.

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Cornelis Drebbel

Copper’s eyes were wide as she regarded the alchemist.  Her brow knitted and she looked suspicious.  The blue eyes narrowed and she looked at Cornelis intently. 

“Are you a ghost?” she asked bluntly.

The Dutchman grinned impishly.  He gave a twist to his pointed beard and wriggled his eyebrows.  Copper’s expression relaxed.

“That’s rather hard to say,” Cornelis told Copper.  “I never died.  However, my body stopped living hundreds of years ago.”

Copper tilted her head, thinking about the strange answer Cornelis gave her.  I got the feeling that she would study the matter until she understood it.

“Oh!  What have we here?” he exclaimed excitedly over the ancient papers.  “Don’t tell me this is what was hidden in the lamp!” he cried and Copper and I both nodded, taken aback by his enthusiasm.  “Really?  The audacity!  To hide such treasures that way.  Don’t you know what these are?”

“I couldn’t read the language,” I defended myself.  “I know a smattering of the Romance languages, but I haven’t had time to decipher the texts.”

Aerial Screw drawing

“Well, I suppose it isn’t any wonder,” he said agreeably enough.  “These are so old that the language has changed a good deal.  You really have no idea what they are?” he asked genuinely surprised.  “My dear, these are the work of Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci!  They are valuable beyond belief.”

The Leonardo da Vinci?” I couldn’t help asking, even though I knew I was playing right into his theatrics.  “Then they must be at the core of whatever is going on here,” I said with certainty.

I asked copper if she could reach dishes to set the table in the dining room.  She could, so I busied her with that task so I could speak to Cornelis privately.

“I’m even more concerned about Copper’s father now.  I can’t imagine he would leave without this carefully hidden treasure.  Or Copper either for that matter,” I said quietly.

“Perhaps he meant to lead whomever away from the child?” Cornelis offered and that explanation made sense, although it didn’t feel right.

“If he has been abducted, we don’t know who they would contact for ransom.  So, their next move would be to take Copper and threaten her life to make Hixon give them the da Vinci papers,” I speculated.

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“Yes, but that is assuming there are only two factions,” Cornelis said.  “These papers are so valuable there might be multiple parties involved, each working against the other,” the alchemist said.

That idea was complicated enough that my head pounded harder.  The pain had finally eased off, but it came back with a vengeance.  I groaned.  Cornelis took my elbow and led me to the dining room.  Copper had even arranged the food Cookie and Bitsy sent via Ignatius Belle.

As we ate, Cornelis spoke in a very matter of fact tone.  I was sure he did so to avoid alarming Copper. 

“I mentioned that I thought there were multiple factors involved?” he said as if he was talking about something utterly boring.  “I also have a hunch that they will converge here.  So I think we should begin a journey, an adventure,” he said smiling at the girl.  “We should set out as soon as we can.”

“But we’ve no transportation.  It will attract attention, but we’ll have to hire a coach,” I said.

“Too bad Daddy didn’t get the steam engine to work right,” Copper said surprising both of us.

“Steam engine?” Cornelis and I echoed in unison.

“Uh-huh.  It’s in the building on the other side of the house,” Copper motioned toward the remaining outbuilding — the one I had not had a chance to inspect.

yellow pillar candle in black lantern

The alchemist found lanterns where Copper said they would be.  He blocked the girl’s view of what he was doing as he used one of his tricks to light them quickly.  We hurried to the outbuilding. 

The chimpanzees had been very large and amazingly strong.  I couldn’t help glancing uneasily into the darkness, wondering if they would come back that night.

Soon we reached the building.  It was locked, but breaking a lock was also within the range of the Dutchman’s unearthly talents.  The building was small, and apparently only had one room.  A machine of some sort filled most of the space.  I lit a lamp to see it better.

I marveled at what the light showed.  The contraption looked very much like a steam locomotive.  However, it was closer to the size of a stage coach.  It had a tall column in front for the steam.  There were two wheels in front, supporting the engine, an area for a few passengers, and two much taller wider wheels in back.

“What on earth is this thing?” I asked of the strange contraption.

Cornelis had that look in his eyes.  I mean that obsessively excited look he got about inventions and wildly impossible things. 

“Isn’t it wonderful?  It’s a traction engine,” he said quickly before vanishing.

“It’s a road locomotive,” Copper informed me.  “Daddy always said this part was the trouble,” Copper said pointing at something I couldn’t see, but Cornelis was suddenly looking over her shoulder making an ah-ha sound.

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Road Locomotive, Public Domain Image

The alchemist abruptly looked away, distracted.  I could feel the air around Cornelis Drebbel vibrate.  The sensation made the hair on my arms stand on end.  I knew he was somehow investigating the odd engine — what worked and what did not.  I heard a clang from somewhere inside the machine.  Then he muttered happily to himself.

“Do you think you can make it work?” I asked after a moment.

“Oh yes,” he said.  “In no time at all,” he added with a smile that twitched his mustache.

As I looked at Cornelis his form blurred and became transparent.  I had come to realize that meant he was somehow present in more than one place at a time.

“What is it?” I asked once I could see him properly again.

“There are people coming.  More than one group.  From more than one direction,” he said sounding like he was still trying to understand what he saw.  “We have to hurry.”


To be continued…


Several different groups converging on our trio?  Who could they be?  Are they friends or foes? 

The road locomotive is a bit of “Real Steampunkery Tech” — that’s my made-up word.  Will Cornelis get it working before it’s too late?  

The next group of things were “Ceramic, Destiny, and Soup Bone.” We’ll see where they take Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers — next week on Hidebound Hump Day!

Real World Notes

Road Locomotive.  An early, experimental steam-powered road vehicle.  A type of (steam-powered) traction engine, usually referring to those designed for heavy haulage on common roads.

Thanks for getting on the steampunk locomotive for this rerun.  

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I’ve been posting episodes twice a week.  However, for the weekend of September 21st,  I’m preempting  Straightlaced Saturday, for Under the Sea,  a virtual art show featuring the work of Rob Goldstein, who illustrated Hullaba Lulu.  This serial continues next week on Hidebound Hump Day.  I’ll be looking for you there. 

I hope to see you at the art show too.  Hugs! 


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80 thoughts on “Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 7

    1. That’s great feedback, Lavinia! I tried to spotlight their differences from one another, yet make them fit. I’m happy to know that it works for you. I really do try to learn from the comments here. Your visits are always a treat. Hugs.

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    1. Indeed it does, Gary. I don’t really intend a social commentary in my writing — but it does manage to wriggle in there anyway! 😀 I appreciate you taking time to visit. Come on over to the art show, “Under the Sea” — leave your links and/or your favorite sea-related things. The party goes all weekend. Hugs!

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  1. Teagan The road locomotive post in such incredible idea and creative. “Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.”

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  2. “Friend or foe?” Let’s not wait to find out. Suspense meter is off the charts here, Teagan. And, I want a road locomotive so much !

    I love the way you move this story along. You work so much into the conversations and little details. Very nice!

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    1. Haha! Yes that road locomotive. I think wives across the country were angry with me because their husbands wanted a road locomotive.
      It was hard for me to tell who was a friend or foe in this story, Dan. At this point, I had no idea. I’m happy you are on the train for this rerun. That means a lot to me. Hugs!

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  3. Loved this.. and those old steam Locomotives… Many years ago we went to a steam rally and saw some of those old machines… Remarkable..
    Sorry I am intermittent these days here Teagan.. Just so many things to do and not enough hours in the day to do them all.. Thank you for your story and for taking me back to that day when the children were little and they so enjoyed these magnificent machines.. ❤

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        1. It absolutely is, Michael. I am rarely certain about what detail will “click with” or please anyone. Plus I know I have a great “cross section” of readers. So it is helpful for me to know when a detail appeals to someone. Have a great end of he week.

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  4. Oh, thank goodness Cornelis is alright! I was worried about him. What an excellent mode of transportation they found, although I’d venture to say it might raise more than a few eyebrows. Never mind, they have to get out of there, but not without the documents! What a great surprise.

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    1. LOL. The eyebrows probably wouldn’t go up, Jan — because the horrendous noise of the road locomotive would split the eardrums first. Lan-sakes! 😉 I wouldn’t be able to deal with it — but it is fun to imagine (on mute!).
      I’m happy I could surprise you — and that you enjoyed it. Great big hug!

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    1. Oh, GP — that is without doubt the nicest thing anyone could say to me. Thank you! I’m so happy you are on this train.
      The good thing is that when this story ends, I will start an all new 3-things style adventure for Cornelis and a grown-up version of Copper. — With readers like you leaving the random things to drive the story.
      Heartfelt thanks for being on this train. Hugs!

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    1. Hi Chris. That is the worst nastiness the WP gremlins have ever come up with. How annoying. I’m so sorry. And I’m grateful that you went to all the trouble to comment and share.
      I’ve noticed the past several days that when I’m creating a post, every time I add a link it takes me back to the top of the page. That was a huge nuisance when I created the art show for this weekend. It has:
      36 guests
      50 links (or so)
      17 images
      So with every link, back to the top again… Sometimes the images did weird things too.
      Thank you again for sharing this serial and for being such a strong support. Mega hugs.


        1. Hi Fraggle. I like questions, but I don’t have a definitive answer. That is a public domain image, and the caption is not English. I haven’t found its origin, but my guess is the language is Dutch, although who knows… It could be “Old English” too, since they used what looks like a “V” rather than a U.
          “Cornelis” is the Dutch form of Cornelius.
          That’s as much as I know. 🙂 Hugs.

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    1. Hi Olga. Thanks for visiting. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
      The art show is a huge effort in making the post, but I enjoyed doing it just the same. It has:
      36 guests
      50 links (or so)
      17 images
      Looking forward to seeing you there. Hugs!


    1. Hi Robbie. I had fun with the road locomotive! So I’m glad you liked it. I like how the one in the picture is named Boadicea. 😀 Huge thanks for taking time to read and comment. We’re at the midweek hump. Hopefully we can make it over that hill and coast down the other side. …Yeah, that seems impossible, doesn’t it. Great big hug!

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        1. That’s kind of you, Robbie. But I expect/hope to be busy with the “blog party” for Rob’s art show. I used your beautiful cake picture — thanks for letting me.
          Kudos on getting your latest book on the shelves at Sally’s Cafe and Book Store. Great big hug.

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