Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice, or, the Wreck of the Airship

Well, Massa Tom, am yo' gwine out in yo' flyin' machine ag'in to-day?
Yes, Rad, I think I will take a little flight. Perhaps I'll go over to Waterford, and call on Mr. Damon. I haven't seen very much of him, since we got back from our hunt after the diamond-makers.
Take a run clear ober t' Waterfield; eh, Massa Tom?
Yes, Rad. Now, if you'll help me, I'll get out the Butterfly, and see what trim she's in for a speedy flight.
Tom Swift, the young inventor, aided by Eradicate Sampson, the colored helper of the Swift household, walked over toward a small shed.
A few minutes later the two had rolled into view, on its three bicycle wheels, a trim little monoplane—one of the speediest craft of the air that had ever skimmed along beneath the clouds. It was built to carry two, and had a very powerful motor.
I guess it will work all right, remarked the young inventor, for Tom Swift had not only built this monoplane himself, but was the originator of it, and the craft contained many new features.
It sho' do look all right, Massa Tom.
Look here, Rad, spoke the lad, as a sudden idea came to him, you've never ridden in an airship, have you?
No, Massa Tom, an' I ain't gwine to nuther!
Why not?
Why not? 'Case as how it ain't healthy; that's why!