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Th Wondrful Wizrd of Oz

 

 

 

 

by L. Frank Baum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Th Project Gutenberg Etext of Th Wondrful Wizrd of Oz

by L. Frank Baum

 

 

Contnts

--Introduction--

1. Th Cyclone

2. Th Council with th Munchkins

3. How Dorothy Saved th Scarecro

4. Th Road Thru th Forest

5. Th Rescu of th Tin Woodman

6. Th Cowrdly Lion

7. Th Jurny to th Gret Oz

8. Th Dedly Poppy Field

9. Th Queen of th Field Mice

10. Th Gardian of th Gates

11. Th Emrld City of Oz

12. Th Serch for th Wiked Wich

13. Th Rescu

14. Th Wingd Monkis

15. Th Discovry of Oz th Teribl

16. Th Majic Art of th Gret Humbug

17. How th Baloon Was Launchd

18. Away to th South

19. Atakd by th Fytng Tres

20. Th Dainty China Cuntry

21. Th Lion Becoms th King of Beasts

22. Th Cuntry of th Quadlings

23. Glinda Th Good Wich Grants Dorothy's Wish

24. Home Again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Introduction

Folklor, lejnds, myths and fairy tales hav folod childhood thru th ajes, for evry helthy yungstr has a holesm and instinctiv lov for storis fantastic, marvlus and manifestly unreal. Th wingd fairis of Grimm and Andersen hav brot mor happiness to childish harts than al othr human creations.

Yet th old time fairy tale, havng servd for jenrations, may now be clasd as "historicl" in th children's libry; for th time has com for a series of newr "wondr tales" in wich th stereotypd jeni, dwarf and fairy ar elimnated, togethr with al th horibl and blod-curdlng incidnts devised by ther authrs to point a fearsm moral to each tale. Modrn education includes morality; therfor th modrn child seeks only

entrtainmnt in its wondr tales and gladly dispenses with al disagreeabl incidnt.

Havng this thot in mind, th story of "Th Wondrful Wizrd of Oz" was ritn solely to plese children of today. It aspires to being a modrnized fairy tale, in wich th wondrmnt and joy ar retaind and th heartaches and nytmares ar left out.

 

L. Frank Baum

Chicago, April, 1900.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Th Wondrful Wizrd Of Oz

 

1. Th Cyclone

Dorothy livd in th midst of th gret Kansas prairis, with Uncl Henry, ho was a farmr, and Ant Em, ho was th farmer's wife. Ther house was smal, for th lumbr to bild it had to be carrid by wagn many miles. Ther wer four wals, a flor and a roof, wich made one room; and this room containd a rusty lookng cookstove, a cubrd for th dishs, a table, thre or four chairs, and th beds. Uncl Henry and Ant Em had a big bed in one cornr, and Dorothy a litl bed in anothr cornr. Ther was

no garet at al, and no celr--exept a smal hole dug in th ground, cald a cyclone celr, wher th famly cud go in case one of those gret whirlwinds arose, myty enuf to crush any bildng in its path. It was reachd by a trap dor in th midl of th flor, from wich a ladr led down into th smal, dark hole.

Wen Dorothy stood in th dorway and lookd around, she cud se nothing but th gret gray prairi on evry side. Not a tre nor a house broke th brod sweep of flat cuntry that reachd to th ej of th sky in al directions. Th sun had baked th plowd land into a gray mass, with litl craks runng thru it. Even th grass was not green, for th sun had burnd th tops of th long blades until they wer th same gray color to be seen evrywher. Once th house had been paintd, but th sun blistrd th paint and th rains washd it away, and now th house was as dul and gray as evrything else.

Wen Ant Em came ther to liv/live she was a yung, pretty wife. Th sun and wind had chanjed her, too. They had taken th sparkl from her ys and left them a sober gray; they had taken th red from her cheeks and lips, and they wer gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and nevr smiled now. Wen Dorothy, ho was an orfn, first came to her, Ant Em had been so startld by th child's laftr that she wud scream and press her hand upon her hart wenevr Dorothy's merry voice reachd her ears; and she stil lookd at th litl girl with wondr that she cud find anything to laf at.

Uncl Henry nevr lafd. He workd hard from mornng til nyt and did not no wat joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his ruf boots, and he lookd stern and solem, and rarely spoke.

It was Toto that made Dorothy laf, and saved her from groing as gray as her othr suroundngs. Toto was not gray; he was a litl blak dog, with long silky hair and smal blak ys that twinkld merrily on eithr side of his funny, we nose. Toto playd al day long, and Dorothy playd with him, and lovd him dearly.

Today, howevr, they wer not playng. Uncl Henry sat upon th dorstep and lookd anxiusly at th sky, wich was even grayer than usul. Dorothy stood in th dor with Toto in her arms, and lookd at th sky too. Ant Em was washng th dishs.

From th far north they herd a lo wail of th wind, and Uncl Henry and Dorothy cud se wher th long grass bowd inwaves befor th comng storm. Ther now came a sharp wislng in th air from th south, and as they turnd ther ys that way they saw ripls in th grass comng from that direction also.

Sudnly Uncl Henry stood up.

"Ther's a cyclone comng, Em," he cald to his wife. "I'l

go look aftr th stok." Then he ran toward th sheds wher th

cows and horses wer kept.

Ant Em dropd her work and came to th dor. One glance

told her of th danjer close at hand.

"Quik, Dorothy!" she screamd. "Run for th celr!"

Toto jumpd out of Dorothy's arms and hid undr th bed, and

th girl startd to get him. Ant Em, badly frytnd, threw

open th trap dor in th flor and climbd down th ladr into

th smal, dark hole. Dorothy caut Toto at last and startd to

folo her ant. Wen she was halfway across th room ther came

a gret shriek from th wind, and th house shook so hard that she

lost her footng and sat down sudnly upon th flor.

Then a stranje thing hapnd.

Th house wirld around two or thre times and rose soly

thru th air. Dorothy felt as if she wer going up in a baloon.

Th north and south winds met wher th house stood, and made

it th exact centr of th cyclone. In th midl of a cyclone

th air is jenrly stil, but th gret pressur of th wind on

evry side of th house rased it up hyr and hyr, until it

was at th very top of th cyclone; and ther it remaind and was

carrid miles and miles away as esily as u cud carry a fethr.

It was very dark, and th wind howld horibly around her,

but Dorothy found she was riding quite esily. Aftr th first

few wirls around, and one othr time wen th house tipd badly,

she felt as if she wer being rokd jently, like a baby in a cradle.

Toto did not like it. He ran about th room, now here, now

ther, barkng loudly; but Dorothy sat quite stil on th flor

and waitd to se wat wud hapn.

Once Toto got too near th open trap dor, and fel in; and at

first th litl girl thot she had lost him. But soon she saw

one of his ears stikng up thru th hole, for th strong

pressur of th air was keepng him up so that he cud not fal.

She crept to th hole, caut Toto by th ear, and dragd him

into th room again, aftrwrd closing th trap dor so that no

mor accidnts cud hapn.

Our aftr our pasd away, and soly Dorothy got over her

fryt; but she felt quite lonely, and th wind shriekd so loudly

al about her that she nearly became def. At first she had

wondrd if she wud be dashd to peces wen th house fel again;

but as th ours pasd and nothing teribl hapnd, she stopd

worrying and resolvd to wait calmly and se wat th futur wud bring.

At last she crawld over th swayng flor to her bed, and lay down upon it;

and Toto folod and lay down beside her.

In spite of th swayng of th house and th wailng of th

wind, Dorothy soon closed her ys and fel fast asleep.

 

 

 

2. Th Council with th Munchkins

 

She was awakend by a shok, so sudn and severe that if

Dorothy had not been lyng on th soft bed she myt hav been hurt.

As it was, th jar made her cach her breth and wondr wat had hapnd;

and Toto put his cold litl nose into her face and wined dismly.

Dorothy sat up and noticed that th house was not moving; nor was it dark,

for th bryt sunshine came in at th windo, flodng th litl room.

She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opend th dor.

Th litl girl gave a cry of amazemnt and lookd about her,

her ys groing bigr and bigr at th wondrful syts she saw.

Th cyclone had set th house down very jently--for a

cyclone--in th midst of a cuntry of marvlus buty. Ther

wer lovly pachs of greensward al about, with stately tres

berng rich and luscius fruits. Banks of gorjus flowrs wer

on evry hand, and birds with rare and briliant plumaj sang and

flutrd in th tres and bushs. A litl way off was a smal

brook, rushng and sparklng along between green banks, and

murmrng in a voice very grateful to a litl girl ho had livd

so long on th dry, gray prairis.

Wile she stood lookng eagrly at th stranje and butiful

syts, she noticed comng toward her a group of th queerest

peple she had evr seen. They wer not as big as th grown

folk she had always been used to; but neithr wer they very smal.

In fact, they seemd about as tal as Dorothy, ho was a wel-grown

child for her aje, altho they wer, so far as looks go, many

years oldr.

Thre wer men and one a womn, and al wer odly dresd.

They wor round hats that rose to a smal point a foot abov ther

heds, with litl bels around th brims that tinkld sweetly as

they moved. Th hats of th men wer blu; th litl woman's hat

was wite, and she wor a wite gown that hung in pleats from her

sholdrs. Over it wer sprinkld litl stars that glisnd in

th sun like diamnds. Th men wer dresd in blu, of th same

shade as ther hats, and wor wel-polishd boots with a dep rol

of blu at th tops. Th men, Dorothy thot, wer about as old

as Uncl Henry, for two of them had beards. But th litl womn

was doutless much oldr. Her face was covrd with rinkls, her

hair was nearly wite, and she walkd rathr stifly.

Wen these peple drew near th house wher Dorothy was

standng in th dorway, they pausd and wisprd among themselvs,

as if afraid to com farthr. But th litl old womn walkd up

to Dorothy, made a lo bo and said, in a sweet voice:

"U ar welcm, most noble Sorceress, to th land of th Munchkins.

We ar so grateful to u for havng kild th Wiked Wich of th East,

and for setng our peple fre from bondaj."

Dorothy lisnd to this speech with wondr. Wat cud th

litl womn posbly mean by calng her a sorceress, and sayng

she had kild th Wiked Wich of th East? Dorothy was an inocent,

harmless litl girl, ho had been carrid by a cyclone many miles from home;

and she had nevr kild anything in al her life.

But th litl womn evidntly expectd her to ansr; so Dorothy said,

with hesitation, "U ar very kind, but ther must be som mistake.

I hav not kild anything."

"Yr house did, anyway," replyd th litl old womn, with a

laf, "and that is th same thing. Se!" she continud, pointng

to th cornr of th house. "Ther ar her two feet, stil stikng

out from undr a blok of wood."

Dorothy lookd, and gave a litl cry of fryt. Ther, indeed,

just undr th cornr of th gret beam th house restd on, two feet

wer stikng out, shod in silvr shoes with pointd toes.

"O, dear! O, dear!" cryd Dorothy, claspng her hands togethr

in dismay. "Th house must hav falen on her. Watevr shal we do?"

"Ther is nothing to be don," said th litl womn calmly.

"But ho was she?" askd Dorothy.

"She was th Wiked Wich of th East, as I said," ansrd

th litl womn. "She has held al th Munchkins in bondaj for

many years, making them slave for her nyt and day. Now they ar

al set fre, and ar grateful to u for th favor."

"Ho ar th Munchkins?" inquired Dorothy.

"They ar th peple ho liv/live in this land of th East

wher th Wiked Wich ruled."

"Ar u a Munchkin?" askd Dorothy.

"No, but I am ther frend, altho I liv/live in th land of th

North. Wen they saw th Wich of th East was ded th Munchkins

sent a swift mesnjr to me, and I came at once. I am th Wich

of th North."

"O, gracius!" cryd Dorothy. "Ar u a real wich?"

"Yes, indeed," ansrd th litl womn. "But I am a good wich,

and th peple lov me. I am not as powrful as th Wiked Wich was

ho ruled here, or I shud hav set th peple fre myself."

"But I thot al wichs wer wiked," said th girl, ho

was half frytnd at facing a real wich. "O, no, that is a

gret mistake. Ther wer only four wichs in al th Land of

Oz, and two of them, those ho liv/live in th North and th South,

ar good wichs. I no this is tru, for I am one of them

myself, and canot be mistaken. Those ho dwelt in th East and

th West wer, indeed, wiked wichs; but now that u hav

kild one of them, ther is but one Wiked Wich in al th Land

of Oz--th one ho livs/lives in th West."

"But," said Dorothy, aftr a moment's thot, "Ant Em has

told me that th wichs wer al ded--years and years ago."

"Ho is Ant Em?" inquired th litl old womn.

"She is my ant ho livs/lives in Kansas, wher I came from."

Th Wich of th North seemd to think for a time, with her

hed boed/bowd and her ys upon th ground. Then she lookd up and

said, "I do not no wher Kansas is, for I hav nevr herd that

cuntry mentiond befor. But tel me, is it a civlized cuntry?"

"O, yes," replyd Dorothy.

"Then that acounts for it. In th civlized cuntris I

beleve ther ar no wichs left, nor wizrds, nor sorceresses,

nor majicians. But, u se, th Land of Oz has nevr been

civlized, for we ar cut off from al th rest of th world.

Therfor we stil hav wichs and wizrds amongst us."

"Ho ar th wizrds?" askd Dorothy.

"Oz himself is th Gret Wizrd," ansrd th Wich, sinkng

her voice to a wispr. "He is mor powrful than al th rest of

us togethr. He livs/lives in th City of Emrlds."

Dorothy was going to ask anothr question, but just then th

Munchkins, ho had been standng silently by, gave a loud shout and

pointd to th cornr of th house wher th Wiked Wich had been lyng.

"Wat is it?" askd th litl old womn, and lookd, and

began to laf. Th feet of th ded Wich had disapeard

entirely, and nothing was left but th silvr shoes.

"She was so old," explaind th Wich of th North, "that she

dryd up quikly in th sun. That is th end of her. But th

silvr shoes ar yrs, and u shal hav them to wer."

She reachd down and pikd up th shoes, and aftr shaking

th dust out of them handd them to Dorothy.

"Th Wich of th East was proud of those silvr shoes," said

one of th Munchkins, "and ther is som charm conectd with them;

but wat it is we nevr new."

Dorothy carrid th shoes into th house and placed them on

th table. Then she came out again to th Munchkins and said:

"I am anxius to get bak to my ant and uncl, for I am sure

they wil worry about me. Can u help me find my way?"

Th Munchkins and th Wich first lookd at one anothr, and

then at Dorothy, and then shook ther heds.

"At th East, not far from here," said one, "ther is a gret

desert/desrt, and non cud liv/live to cross it."

"It is th same at th South," said anothr, "for I hav been

ther and seen it. Th South is th cuntry of th Quadlings."

"I am told," said th third man, "that it is th same at th West.

And that cuntry, wher th Winkies liv/live, is ruled by th Wiked Wich

of th West, ho wud make u her slave if u pasd her way."

"Th North is my home," said th old lady, "and at its ej is

th same gret desert/desrt that surounds this Land of Oz. I'm afraid,

my dear, u wil hav to liv/live with us."

Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among al

these stranje peple. Her tears/ters seemd to greve th kind-hartd

Munchkins, for they imediatly took out ther hankrchiefs and

began to weep also. As for th litl old womn, she took off her

cap and balanced th point on th end of her nose, wile she

countd "One, two, thre" in a solem voice. At once th cap

chanjed to a slate, on wich was ritn in big, wite chalk marks:

 

"Let Dorothy Go To Th City Of Emrlds"

 

Th litl old womn took th slate from her nose, and havng

read/red th words on it, askd, "Is yr name Dorothy, my dear?"

"Yes," ansrd th child, lookng up and dryng her tears/ters.

"Then u must go to th City of Emrlds. Perhaps Oz wil help u."

"Wher is this city?" askd Dorothy.

"It is exactly in th centr of th cuntry, and is ruled by Oz,

th Gret Wizrd I told u of."

"Is he a good man?" inquired th girl anxiusly.

"He is a good Wizrd. Wethr he is a man or not I canot tel,

for I hav nevr seen him."

"How can I get ther?" askd Dorothy.

"U must walk. It is a long jurny, thru a cuntry that

is somtimes plesnt and somtimes dark and teribl. Howevr,

I wil use al th majic arts I no of to keep u from harm."

"Wont u go with me?" pleadd th girl, ho had begun to

look upon th litl old womn as her only frend.

"No, I canot do that," she replyd, "but I wil giv u my

kiss, and no one wil dare injr a persn ho has been kisd by

th Wich of th North."

She came close to Dorothy and kisd her jently on th

forhed. Wher her lips tuchd th girl they left a round,

shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon aftr.

"Th road to th City of Emrlds is paved with yelo brik,"

said th Wich, "so u canot miss it. Wen u get to Oz do not

be afraid of him, but tel yr story and ask him to help u.

Good-by, my dear."

Th thre Munchkins boed/bowd lo to her and wishd her a plesnt

jurny, aftr wich they walkd away thru th tres. Th Wich

gave Dorothy a frendly litl nod, wirld around on her left heel

thre times, and straitway disapeard, much to th surprise of

litl Toto, ho barkd aftr her loudly enuf wen she had gon,

because he had been afraid even to growl wile she stood by.

But Dorothy, noing her to be a wich, had expectd her to

disapear in just that way, and was not surprised in th least.

 

 

 

3. How Dorothy Saved th Scarecro

 

Wen Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she

went to th cubrd and cut herself som bred, wich she spred

with butr. She gave som to Toto, and taking a pail from th

shelf she carrid it down to th litl brook and fild it with

clear, sparklng watr. Toto ran over to th tres and began to

bark at th birds sitng ther. Dorothy went to get him, and saw

such delicius fruit hangng from th branchs that she gathrd

som of it, findng it just wat she wantd to help out her brekfast.

Then she went bak to th house, and havng helpd herself and

Toto to a good drink of th cool, clear watr, she set about

making redy for th jurny to th City of Emrlds.

Dorothy had only one othr dress, but that hapnd to be

clean and was hangng on a peg beside her bed. It was gingm,

with cheks of wite and blu; and altho th blu was somwat

faded with many washings, it was stil a pretty frok. Th girl

washd herself carefuly, dresd herself in th clean gingm,

and tied her pink sunbonnet on her hed. She took a litl basket

and fild it with bred from th cubrd, layng a wite cloth

over th top. Then she lookd down at her feet and noticed how

old and worn her shoes wer.

"They surely wil nevr do for a long jurny, Toto," she said.

And Toto lookd up into her face with his litl blak ys and wagd

his tail to sho he new wat she ment.

At that moment Dorothy saw lyng on th table th silvr shoes

that had belongd to th Wich of th East.

"I wondr if they wil fit me," she said to Toto. "They wud be

just th thing to take a long walk in, for they cud not wer out."

She took off her old lethr shoes and tryd on th silvr

ones, wich fitd her as wel as if they had been made for her.

Finaly she pikd up her basket.

"Com along, Toto," she said. "We wil go to th Emrld City

and ask th Gret Oz how to get bak to Kansas again."

She closed th dor, lokd it, and put th ke carefuly in

th poket of her dress. And so, with Toto trotng along soberly

behind her, she startd on her jurny.

Ther wer sevrl roads near by, but it did not take her long

to find th one paved with yelo briks. Within a short time she

was walkng briskly toward th Emrld City, her silvr shoes

tinklng merrily on th hard, yelo road-bed. Th sun shon

bryt and th birds sang sweetly, and Dorothy did not feel

nearly so bad as u myt think a litl girl wud ho had

been sudnly wiskd away from her own cuntry and set down

in th midst of a stranje land.

She was surprised, as she walkd along, to se how pretty th

cuntry was about her. Ther wer neat fences at th sides of th

road, paintd a dainty blu color, and beyond them wer fields of

grain and vejtbls in abundnce. Evidntly th Munchkins wer

good farmrs and able to rase larj crops. Once in a wile she

wud pass a house, and th peple came out to look at her and bo

lo as she went by; for evryone new she had been th means of

destroyng th Wiked Wich and setng them fre from bondaj.

Th houses of th Munchkins wer od-lookng dwelngs, for each

was round, with a big dome for a roof. Al wer paintd blu,

for in this cuntry of th East blu was th favorit color.

Toward evenng, wen Dorothy was tired with her long walk and

began to wondr wher she shud pass th nyt, she came to a

house rathr larjr than th rest. On th green lawn befor it

many men and women wer dancing. Five litl fiddlers playd as

loudly as posbl, and th peple wer lafng and singng,

wile a big table near by was loadd with delicius fruits and

nuts, pies and cakes, and many othr good things to eat.

Th peple greetd Dorothy kindly, and invited her to supr and

to pass th nyt with them; for this was th home of one of th

richst Munchkins in th land, and his frends wer gathrd with

him to celebrate ther fredm from th bondaj of th Wiked Wich.

Dorothy ate a harty supr and was waitd upon by th rich

Munchkin himself, hos name was Boq. Then she sat upon a setee

and wachd th peple dance.

Wen Boq saw her silvr shoes he said, "U must be a gret sorceress."

"Wy?" askd th girl.

"Because u wer silvr shoes and hav kild th Wiked Wich.

Besides, u hav wite in yr frok, and only wichs and sorceresses

wer wite."

"My dress is blu and wite chekd," said Dorothy, smoothng

out th rinkls in it.

"It is kind of u to wer that," said Boq. "Blu is th

color of th Munchkins, and wite is th wich color. So we no

u ar a frendly wich."

Dorothy did not no wat to say to this, for al th peple

seemd to think her a wich, and she new very wel she was only

an ordnry litl girl ho had com by th chance of a cyclone

into a stranje land.

Wen she had tired wachng th dancing, Boq led her into

th house, wher he gave her a room with a pretty bed in it.

Th sheets wer made of blu cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly in

them til mornng, with Toto curld up on th blu rug beside her.

She ate a harty brekfast, and wachd a we Munchkin baby,

ho playd with Toto and puld his tail and croed and lafd in

a way that gretly amused Dorothy. Toto was a fine curiosity to

al th peple, for they had nevr seen a dog befor.

"How far is it to th Emrld City?" th girl askd.

"I do not no," ansrd Boq gravely, "for I hav nevr been

ther. It is betr for peple to keep away from Oz, unless they

hav busness with him. But it is a long way to th Emrld City,

and it wil take u many days. Th cuntry here is rich and

plesnt, but u must pass thru ruf and danjerus places

befor u reach th end of yr jurny."

This worrid Dorothy a litl, but she new that only th

Gret Oz cud help her get to Kansas again, so she bravely

resolvd not to turn bak.

She bad her frends good-by, and again startd along th road

of yelo brik. Wen she had gon sevrl miles she thot she

wud stop to rest, and so climbd to th top of th fence beside

th road and sat down. Ther was a gret cornfield beyond th fence,

and not far away she saw a Scarecro, placed hy on a pole to keep

th birds from th ripe corn.

Dorothy leand her chin upon her hand and gazed thotfuly

at th Scarecro. Its hed was a smal sak stufd with straw,

with ys, nose, and mouth paintd on it to represent a face.

An old, pointd blu hat, that had belongd to som Munchkin,

was perchd on his hed, and th rest of th figr was a blu suit

of clothes, worn and faded, wich had also been stufd with straw.

On th feet wer som old boots with blu tops, such as evry man

wor in this cuntry, and th figr was rased abov th stalks

of corn by means of th pole stuk up its bak.

Wile Dorothy was lookng ernestly into th queer, paintd

face of th Scarecro, she was surprised to se one of th ys

soly wink at her. She thot she must hav been mistaken at first,

for non of th scarecrows in Kansas evr wink; but presntly th

figr nodd its hed to her in a frendly way. Then she climbd

down from th fence and walkd up to it, wile Toto ran around th

pole and barkd.

"Good day," said th Scarecro, in a rathr husky voice.

"Did u speak?" askd th girl, in wondr.

"Certnly," ansrd th Scarecro. "How do u do?"

"I'm pretty wel, thank u," replyd Dorothy politely.

"How do u do?"

"I'm not feelng wel," said th Scarecro, with a smile,

"for it is very tedius being perchd up here nyt and day to

scar away cros."

"Cant u get down?" askd Dorothy.

"No, for this pole is stuk up my bak. If u wil plese

take away th pole I shal be gretly oblijed to u."

Dorothy reachd up both arms and liftd th figr off th pole,

for, being stufd with straw, it was quite lyt.

"Thank u very much," said th Scarecro, wen he had been

set down on th ground. "I feel like a new man."

Dorothy was puzld at this, for it soundd queer to hear a

stufd man speak, and to se him bo and walk along beside her.

"Ho ar u?" askd th Scarecro wen he had strechd

himself and yawnd. "And wher ar u going?"

"My name is Dorothy," said th girl, "and I am going to th

Emrld City, to ask th Gret Oz to send me bak to Kansas."

"Wher is th Emrld City?" he inquired. "And ho is Oz?"

"Wy, dont u no?" she returnd, in surprise.

"No, indeed. I dont no anything. U se, I am stufd,

so I hav no brains at al," he ansrd sadly.

"O," said Dorothy, "I'm awfuly sorry for u."

"Do u think," he askd, "if I go to th Emrld City with u,

that Oz wud giv me som brains?"

"I canot tel," she returnd, "but u may com with me,

if u like. If Oz wil not giv u any brains u wil be

no worse off than u ar now."

"That is tru," said th Scarecro. "U se," he continud

confidentialy, "I dont mind my legs and arms and body being

stufd, because I canot get hurt. If anyone treds on my toes

or stiks a pin into me, it dosnt matr, for I cant feel it.

But I do not want peple to cal me a fool, and if my hed stays

stufd with straw insted of with brains, as yrs is, how am I

evr to no anything?"

"I undrstand how u feel," said th litl girl, ho was

truly sorry for him. "If u wil com with me I'l ask Oz to

do al he can for u."

"Thank u," he ansrd gratefuly.

They walkd bak to th road. Dorothy helpd him over th

fence, and they startd along th path of yelo brik for th

Emrld City.

Toto did not like this adition to th party at first.

He smeld around th stufd man as if he suspectd ther

myt be a nest of rats in th straw, and he ofn growld

in an unfrendly way at th Scarecro.

"Dont mind Toto," said Dorothy to her new frend.

"He nevr bites."

"O, I'm not afraid," replyd th Scarecro. "He cant hurt

th straw. Do let me carry that basket for u. I shal not mind

it, for I cant get tired. I'l tel u a secret," he continud,

as he walkd along. "Ther is only one thing in th world I am

afraid of."

"Wat is that?" askd Dorothy; "th Munchkin farmr ho made u?"

"No," ansrd th Scarecro; "it's a lytd mach."

 

 

 

4. Th Road Thru th Forest

 

Aftr a few ours th road began to be ruf, and th walkng

grew so dificlt that th Scarecro ofn stumbld over th

yelo briks, wich wer here very uneven. Somtimes, indeed,

they wer broken or misng altogethr, leving holes that Toto

jumpd across and Dorothy walkd around. As for th Scarecro,

havng no brains, he walkd strait ahed, and so stepd into

th holes and fel at ful length on th hard briks. It nevr hurt

him, howevr, and Dorothy wud pik him up and set him upon his

feet again, wile he joind her in lafng merrily at his own mishap.

Th farms wer not nearly so wel cared for here as they wer

farthr bak. Ther wer fewr houses and fewr fruit tres, and

th farthr they went th mor disml and lonesm th cuntry became.

At noon they sat down by th roadside, near a litl brook,

and Dorothy opend her basket and got out som bred. She ofrd

a pece to th Scarecro, but he refused.

"I am nevr hungry," he said, "and it is a lucky thing I am not,

for my mouth is only paintd, and if I shud cut a hole in it so

I cud eat, th straw I am stufd with wud com out, and that

wud spoil th shape of my hed."

Dorothy saw at once that this was tru, so she only nodd and

went on eatng her bred.

"Tel me somthing about yrself and th cuntry u came from,"

said th Scarecro, wen she had finishd her dinr. So she told him

al about Kansas, and how gray evrything was ther, and how th cyclone

had carrid her to this queer Land of Oz.

Th Scarecro lisnd carefuly, and said, "I canot

undrstand wy u shud wish to leve this butiful cuntry and

go bak to th dry, gray place u cal Kansas."

"That is because u hav no brains" ansrd th girl.

"No matr how dreary and gray our homes ar, we peple of

flesh and blod wud rathr liv/live ther than in any othr cuntry,

be it evr so butiful. Ther is no place like home."

Th Scarecro syd.

"Of corse I canot undrstand it," he said. "If yr heds

wer stufd with straw, like mine, u wud probbly al liv/live in

th butiful places, and then Kansas wud hav no peple at al.

It is fortunat for Kansas that u hav brains."

"Wont u tel me a story, wile we ar restng?" askd th child.

Th Scarecro lookd at her reproachfuly, and ansrd:

"My life has been so short that I realy no nothing watevr.

I was only made day befor yestrday. Wat hapnd in th world

befor that time is al unown to me. Luckily, wen th farmr

made my hed, one of th first things he did was to paint my ears,

so that I herd wat was going on. Ther was anothr Munchkin with him,

and th first thing I herd was th farmr sayng, `How do u like

those ears?'

"`They arnt strait,'" ansrd th othr.

"`Nevr mind,'" said th farmr. "`They ar ears just th same,'"

wich was tru enuf.

"`Now I'l make th ys,'" said th farmr. So he paintd my

ryt y, and as soon as it was finishd I found myself lookng

at him and at evrything around me with a gret deal of curiosity,

for this was my first glimps of th world.

"`That's a rathr pretty y,'" remarkd th Munchkin ho was

wachng th farmr. "`Blu paint is just th color for ys.'

"`I think I'l make th othr a litl bigr,'" said th

farmr. And wen th secnd y was don I cud se much betr

than befor. Then he made my nose and my mouth. But I did not

speak, because at that time I didnt no wat a mouth was for.

I had th fun of wachng them make my body and my arms and legs;

and wen they fasnd on my hed, at last, I felt very proud,

forI thot I was just as good a man as anyone.

"`This felo wil scar th cros fast enuf,' said th

farmr. `He looks just like a man.'

"`Wy, he is a man,' said th othr, and I quite agreed with him.

Th farmr carrid me undr his arm to th cornfield, and set me up

on a tal stik, wher u found me. He and his frend soon aftr

walkd away and left me alone.

"I did not like to be desertd this way. So I tryd to walk

aftr them. But my feet wud not tuch th ground, and I was

forced to stay on that pole. It was a lonely life to led/lead, for I

had nothing to think of, havng been made such a litl wile befor.

Many cros and othr birds flew into th cornfield, but as soon as

they saw me they flew away again, thinkng I was a Munchkin; and this

plesed me and made me feel that I was quite an importnt persn.

By and by an old cro flew near me, and aftr lookng at me carefuly

he perchd upon my sholdr and said:

"`I wondr if that farmr thot to fool me in this clumsy

manr. Any cro of sense cud se that u ar only stufd

with straw.' Then he hopd down at my feet and ate al th corn

he wantd. Th othr birds, seing he was not harmd by me, came

to eat th corn too, so in a short time ther was a gret flok of

them about me.

"I felt sad at this, for it showd I was not such a good

Scarecro aftr al; but th old cro comfrtd me, sayng,

`If u only had brains in yr hed u wud be as good a man

as any of them, and a betr man than som of them. Brains ar

th only things worth havng in this world, no matr wethr one

is a cro or a man.'

"Aftr th cros had gon I thot this over, and decided I

wud try hard to get som brains. By good luk u came along

and puld me off th stake, and from wat u say I am sure th

Gret Oz wil giv me brains as soon as we get to th Emrld City."

"I hope so," said Dorothy ernestly, "since u seem anxius

to hav them."

"O, yes; I am anxius," returnd th Scarecro. "It is such

an uncomfrtbl feelng to no one is a fool."

"Wel," said th girl, "let us go." And she handd th basket

to th Scarecro.

Ther wer no fences at al by th roadside now, and th land

was ruf and untilled. Toward evenng they came to a gret

forest, wher th tres grew so big and close togethr that ther

branchs met over th road of yelo brik. It was almost dark

undr th tres, for th branchs shut out th daylyt; but th

travlrs did not stop, and went on into th forest.

"If this road gos in, it must com out," said th Scarecro,

"and as th Emrld City is at th othr end of th road, we must

go wherevr it leads/leds us."

"Anyone wud no that," said Dorothy.

"Certnly; that is wy I no it," returnd th Scarecro.

"If it required brains to figr it out, I nevr shud hav said it."

Aftr an our or so th lyt faded away, and they found

themselvs stumblng along in th darkns. Dorothy cud not se

at al, but Toto cud, for som dogs se very wel in th dark;

and th Scarecro declared he cud se as wel as by day. So she

took hold of his arm and manajd to get along fairly wel.

"If u se any house, or any place wher we can pass th

nyt," she said, "u must tel me; for it is very uncomfrtbl

walkng in th dark."

Soon aftr th Scarecro stopd.

"I se a litl cotaj at th ryt of us," he said,

"bilt of logs and branchs. Shal we go ther?"

"Yes, indeed," ansrd th child. "I am al tired out."

So th Scarecro led her thru th tres until they reachd

th cotaj, and Dorothy entrd and found a bed of dryd leves

in one cornr. She lay down at once, and with Toto beside her

soon fel into a sound sleep. Th Scarecro, ho was nevr tired,

stood up in anothr cornr and waitd patiently until mornng came.

 

 

 

5. Th Rescu of th Tin Woodman

 

Wen Dorothy awoke th sun was shining thru th tres and

Toto had long been out chasing birds around him and squirels.

She sat up and lookd around her. Scarecro, stil standng

patiently in his cornr, waitng for her.

"We must go and serch for watr," she said to him.

"Wy do u want watr?" he askd.

"To wash my face clean aftr th dust of th road, and to

drink, so th dry bred wil not stik in my throat."

"It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh," said th

Scarecro thotfuly, "for u must sleep, and eat and drink.

Howevr, u hav brains, and it is worth a lot of bothr to be

able to think proprly."

They left th cotaj and walkd thru th tres until they

found a litl spring of clear watr, wher Dorothy drank and

bathd/bathed and ate her brekfast. She saw ther was not much bred

left in th basket, and th girl was thankful th Scarecro did

not hav to eat anything, for ther was scarcely enuf for

herself and Toto for th day.

Wen she had finishd her meal, and was about to go bak to th

road of yelo brik, she was startld to hear a dep groan near by.

"Wat was that?" she askd timidly.

"I canot imajn," replyd th Scarecro; "but we can go and se."

Just then anothr groan reachd ther ears, and th sound

seemd to com from behind them. They turnd and walkd thru

th forest a few steps, wen Dorothy discovrd somthing shining

in a ray of sunshine that fel between th tres. She ran to th

place and then stopd short, with a litl cry of surprise.

One of th big tres had been partly chopd thru, and

standng beside it, with an upliftd ax in his hands, was a man

made entirely of tin. His hed and arms and legs wer jointd

upon his body, but he stood perfectly motionless, as if he cud

not stir at al.

Dorothy lookd at him in amazemnt, and so did th Scarecro,

wile Toto barkd sharply and made a snap at th tin legs, wich

hurt his teeth.

"Did u groan?" askd Dorothy.

"Yes," ansrd th tin man, "I did. I'v been groanng for mor

than a year, and no one has evr herd me befor or com to help me."

"Wat can I do for u?" she inquired softly, for she was

moved by th sad voice in wich th man spoke.

"Get an oil-can and oil my joints," he ansrd. "They ar

rustd so badly that I canot move them at al; if I am wel oild

I shal soon be al ryt again. U wil find an oil-can on a

shelf in my cotaj."

Dorothy at once ran bak to th cotaj and found th oil-can,

and then she returnd and askd anxiusly, "Wher ar yr joints?"

"Oil my nek, first," replyd th Tin Woodman. So she oild it,

and as it was quite badly rustd th Scarecro took hold of th tin

hed and moved it jently from side to side until it workd frely,

and then th man cud turn it himself.

"Now oil th joints in my arms," he said. And Dorothy oild

them and th Scarecro bent them carefuly until they wer quite

fre from rust and as good as new.

Th Tin Woodman gave a sy of satisfaction and loerd/lowrd his

ax, wich he leand against th tre.

"This is a gret comfrt," he said. "I hav been holdng that

ax in th air evr since I rustd, and I'm glad to be able to put

it down at last. Now, if u wil oil th joints of my legs, I

shal be al ryt once mor."

So they oild his legs until he cud move them frely; and he

thankd them again and again for his relese, for he seemd a very

polite creatur, and very grateful.

"I myt hav stood ther always if u had not com along," he said;

"so u hav certnly saved my life. How did u hapn to be here?"

"We ar on our way to th Emrld City to se th Gret Oz,"

she ansrd, "and we stopd at yr cotaj to pass th nyt."

"Wy do u wish to se Oz?" he askd.

"I want him to send me bak to Kansas, and th Scarecro wants

him to put a few brains into his hed," she replyd.

Th Tin Woodman apeard to think deeply for a moment. Then he said:

"Do u supose Oz cud giv me a hart?"

"Wy, I gess so," Dorothy ansrd. "It wud be as eazy as

to giv th Scarecro brains."

"Tru," th Tin Woodman returnd. "So, if u wil alow me

to join yr party, I wil also go to th Emrld City and ask Oz

to help me."

"Com along," said th Scarecro hartily, and Dorothy add

that she wud be plesed to hav his compny. So th Tin Woodman

sholdrd his ax and they al pasd thru th forest until

they came to th road that was paved with yelo brik.

Th Tin Woodman had askd Dorothy to put th oil-can in her basket.

"For," he said, "if I shud get caut in th rain, and rust again,

I wud need th oil-can badly."

It was a bit of good luk to hav ther new comrad join th

party, for soon aftr they had begun ther jurny again they came

to a place wher th tres and branchs grew so thik over th

road that th travlrs cud not pass. But th Tin Woodman set

to work with his ax and chopd so wel that soon he cleard a

passaj for th entire party.

Dorothy was thinkng so ernestly as they walkd along that

she did not notice wen th Scarecro stumbld into a hole and

rold over to th side of th road. Indeed he was oblijed to

cal to her to help him up again.

"Wy didnt u walk around th hole?" askd th Tin Woodman.

"I dont no enuf," replyd th Scarecro cheerfuly.

"My hed is stufd with straw, u no, and that is wy I am

going to Oz to ask him for som brains."

"O, I se," said th Tin Woodman. "But, aftr al, brains

ar not th best things in th world."

"Hav u any?" inquired th Scarecro.

"No, my hed is quite emty," ansrd th Woodman.

"But once I had brains, and a hart also; so, havng tryd

them both, I shud much rathr hav a hart."

"And wy is that?" askd th Scarecro.

"I wil tel u my story, and then u wil no."

So, wile they wer walkng thru th forest, th Tin Woodman

told th foloing story:

"I was born th son of a woodman ho chopd down tres in th

forest and sold th wood for a livng. Wen I grew up, I too became

a woodchopper, and aftr my fathr died I took care of my old mothr

as long as she livd. Then I made up my mind that insted of livng

alone I wud marry, so that I myt not becom lonely.

"Ther was one of th Munchkin girls ho was so butiful

that I soon grew to lov her with al my hart. She, on her part,

promisd to marry me as soon as I cud ern enuf mony to

bild a betr house for her; so I set to work harder than evr.

But th girl livd with an old womn ho did not want her to marry

anyone, for she was so lazy she wishd th girl to remain with her

and do th cookng and th houswork. So th old womn went to

th Wiked Wich of th East, and promisd her two sheep and a cow

if she wud prevent th marrij. Therupon th Wiked Wich

enchantd my ax, and wen I was chopng away at my best one day,

for I was anxius to get th new house and my wife as soon as

posbl, th ax slipd al at once and cut off my left leg.

"This at first seemd a gret misfortune, for I new a

one-leged/legd man cud not do very wel as a wood-chopr. So I

went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. Th

leg workd very wel, once I was used to it. But my action

angrd th Wiked Wich of th East, for she had promisd th old

womn I shud not marry th pretty Munchkin girl. Wen I began

chopng again, my ax slipd and cut off my ryt leg. Again I

went to th tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin.

Aftr this th enchantd ax cut off my arms, one aftr th

othr; but, nothing dauntd, I had them replaced with tin ones.

Th Wiked Wich then made th ax slip and cut off my hed, and

at first I thot that was th end of me. But th tinsmith

hapnd to com along, and he made me a new hed out of tin.

"I thot I had beatn th Wiked Wich then, and I workd

harder than evr; but I litl new how cruel my enmy cud be.

She thot of a new way to kil my lov for th butiful

Munchkin maidn, and made my ax slip again, so that it cut ryt

thru my body, splitng me into two halvs. Once mor th

tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fasnng my

tin arms and legs and hed to it, by means of joints, so that I

cud move around as wel as evr. But, alas! I had now no

hart, so that I lost al my lov for th Munchkin girl, and did

not care wethr I marrid her or not. I supose she is stil

livng with th old womn, waitng for me to com aftr her.

"My body shon so brytly in th sun that I felt very proud

of it and it did not matr now if my ax slipd, for it cud

not cut me. Ther was only one danjer--that my joints wud

rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cotaj and took care to oil

myself wenevr I needd it. Howevr, ther came a day wen I

forgot to do this, and, being caut in a rainstorm, befor I

thot of th danjer my joints had rustd, and I was left to

stand in th woods until u came to help me. It was a teribl

thing to undrgo, but during th year I stood ther I had time to

think that th gretst loss I had nown was th loss of my hart.

Wile I was in lov I was th happiest man on erth; but no one

can lov ho has not a hart, and so I am resolvd to ask Oz to

giv me one. If he dos, I wil go bak to th Munchkin maidn

and marry her."

Both Dorothy and th Scarecro had been gretly intrestd

in th story of th Tin Woodman, and now they new wy he was so

anxius to get a new hart.

"Al th same," said th Scarecro, "I shal ask for brains

insted of a hart; for a fool wud not no wat to do with a

hart if he had one."

"I shal take th hart," returnd th Tin Woodman; "for

brains do not make one happy, and happiness is th best thing

in th world."

Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzld to no

wich of her two frends was ryt, and she decided if she cud

only get bak to Kansas and Ant Em, it did not matr so much

wethr th Woodman had no brains and th Scarecro no hart,

or each got wat he wantd.

Wat worrid her most was that th bred was nearly gon, and

anothr meal for herself and Toto wud emty th basket. To be sure

neithr th Woodman nor th Scarecro evr ate anything, but she was

not made of tin nor straw, and cud not liv/live unless she was fed.

 

 

 

6. Th Cowrdly Lion

 

Al this time Dorothy and her companions had been walkng

thru th thik woods. Th road was stil paved with yelo

brik, but these wer much covrd by dryd branchs and ded

leves from th tres, and th walkng was not at al good.

Ther wer few birds in this part of th forest, for birds

lov th open cuntry wher ther is plenty of sunshine. But now

and then ther came a dep growl from som wild anml hidn

among th tres. These sounds made th litl girl's hart beat

fast, for she did not no wat made them; but Toto new, and he

walkd close to Dorothy's side, and did not even bark in return.

"How long wil it be," th child askd of th Tin Woodman,

"befor we ar out of th forest?"

"I canot tel," was th ansr, "for I hav nevr been to th

Emrld City. But my fathr went ther once, wen I was a boy,

and he said it was a long jurny thru a danjerus cuntry,

altho near to th city wher Oz dwels th cuntry is butiful.

But I am not afraid so long as I hav my oil-can, and nothing can hurt

th Scarecro, wile u ber upon yr forhed th mark of th

Good Witch's kiss, and that wil protect u from harm."

"But Toto!" said th girl anxiusly. "Wat wil protect him?"

"We must protect him ourselvs if he is in danjer," replyd

th Tin Woodman.

Just as he spoke ther came from th forest a teribl ror,

and th next moment a gret Lion bound into th road. With one

blo of his paw he sent th Scarecro spinng over and over to

th ej of th road, and then he struk at th Tin Woodman with

his sharp claws. But, to th Lion's surprise, he cud make no

impression on th tin, altho th Woodman fel over in th road

and lay stil.

Litl Toto, now that he had an enmy to face, ran barkng

toward th Lion, and th gret beast had opend his mouth to bite

th dog, wen Dorothy, fearng Toto wud be kild, and heedless

of danjer, rushd forwrd and slapd th Lion upon his nose as

hard as she cud, wile she cryd out:

"Dont u dare to bite Toto! U ot to be ashamed of

yrself, a big beast like u, to bite a poor litl dog!"

"I didnt bite him," said th Lion, as he rubd his nose with

his paw wher Dorothy had hit it.

"No, but u tryd to," she retortd. "U ar nothing but a

big cowrd."

"I no it," said th Lion, hangng his hed in shame. "I'v

always nown it. But how can I help it?"

"I dont no, I'm sure. To think of yr striking a stufd

man, like th poor Scarecro!"

"Is he stufd?" askd th Lion in surprise, as he wachd her

pik up th Scarecro and set him upon his feet, wile she patd

him into shape again.

"Of corse he's stufd," replyd Dorothy, ho was stil angry.

"That's wy he went over so esily," remarkd th Lion.

"It astonishd me to se him wirl around so. Is th othr one

stufd also?"

"No," said Dorothy, "he's made of tin." And she helpd th

Woodman up again.

"That's wy he nearly bluntd my claws," said th Lion.

"Wen they scrachd against th tin it made a cold shivr run

down my bak. Wat is that litl anml u ar so tendr of?"

"He is my dog, Toto," ansrd Dorothy.

"Is he made of tin, or stufd?" askd th Lion.

"Neithr. He's a--a--a meat dog," said th girl.

"O! He's a curius anml and seems remarkbly smal,

now that I look at him. No one wud think of biting such a

litl thing, exept a cowrd like me," continud th Lion sadly.

"Wat makes u a cowrd?" askd Dorothy, lookng at th gret

beast in wondr, for he was as big as a smal horse.

"It's a mystry," replyd th Lion. "I supose I was born

that way. Al th othr anmls in th forest natrly expect me

to be brave, for th Lion is evrywher thot to be th King of

Beasts. I lernd/lerned that if I rord very loudly evry livng thing

was frytnd and got out of my way. Wenevr I'v met a man

I'v been awfuly scared; but I just rord at him, and he has

always run away as fast as he cud go. If th elefnts and th

tigers and th bers had evr tryd to fyt me, I shud hav run

myself--I'm such a cowrd; but just as soon as they hear me ror

they al try to get away from me, and of corse I let them go."

"But that isnt ryt. Th King of Beasts shudnt be a cowrd,"

said th Scarecro.

"I no it," returnd th Lion, wiping a tear/ter from his y

with th tip of his tail. "It is my gret soro, and makes my

life very unhappy. But wenevr ther is danjer, my hart begins

to beat fast."

"Perhaps u hav hart disese," said th Tin Woodman.

"It may be," said th Lion.

"If u hav," continud th Tin Woodman, "u ot to be glad,

for it proves u hav a hart. For my part, I hav no hart; so I

canot hav hart disese."

"Perhaps," said th Lion thotfuly, "if I had no hart I shud

not be a cowrd."

"Hav u brains?" askd th Scarecro.

"I supose so. I'v nevr lookd to se," replyd th Lion.

"I am going to th Gret Oz to ask him to giv me som,"

remarkd th Scarecro, "for my hed is stufd with straw."

"And I am going to ask him to giv me a hart," said th Woodman.

"And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me bak to Kansas,"

add Dorothy.

"Do u think Oz cud giv me curaj?" askd th Cowrdly Lion.

"Just as esily as he cud giv me brains," said th Scarecro.

"Or giv me a hart," said th Tin Woodman.

"Or send me bak to Kansas," said Dorothy.

"Then, if u dont mind, I'l go with u," said th Lion,

"for my life is simply unberbl without a bit of curaj."

"U wil be very welcm," ansrd Dorothy, "for u wil help

to keep away th othr wild beasts. It seems to me they must be mor

cowrdly than u ar if they alow u to scar them so esily."

"They realy ar," said th Lion, "but that dosnt make me any braver,

and as long as I no myself to be a cowrd I shal be unhappy."

So once mor th litl compny set off upon th jurny, th

Lion walkng with stately strides at Dorothy's side. Toto did not

aprove this new comrad at first, for he cud not forget how

nearly he had been crushd between th Lion's gret jaws. But

aftr a time he became mor at ese, and presntly Toto and th

Cowrdly Lion had grown to be good frends.

During th rest of that day ther was no othr adventur to

mar th pece of ther jurny. Once, indeed, th Tin Woodman

stepd upon a beetl that was crawlng along th road, and kild

th poor litl thing. This made th Tin Woodman very unhappy,

for he was always careful not to hurt any livng creatur; and as

he walkd along he wept sevrl tears/ters of soro and regret. These

tears/ters ran soly down his face and over th hinjs of his jaw, and

ther they rustd. Wen Dorothy presntly askd him a question

th Tin Woodman cud not open his mouth, for his jaws wer

tytly rustd togethr. He became gretly frytnd at this and

made many motions to Dorothy to releve him, but she cud not

undrstand. Th Lion was also puzld to no wat was rong.

But th Scarecro sezed th oil-can from Dorothy's basket and

oild th Woodman's jaws, so that aftr a few moments he cud

talk as wel as befor.

"This wil serv me a lesn," said he, "to look wher I step.

For if I shud kil anothr bug or beetl I shud surely cry again,

and cryng rusts my jaws so that I canot speak."

Theraftr he walkd very carefuly, with his ys on th road,

and wen he saw a tiny ant toilng by he wud step over it, so as

not to harm it. Th Tin Woodman new very wel he had no hart, and

therfor he took gret care nevr to be cruel or unkind to anything.

"U peple with harts," he said, "hav somthing to gide u, and

need nevr do rong; but I hav no hart, and so I must be very careful.

Wen Oz givs me a hart of corse I neednt mind so much."

 

 

 

7. Th Jurny to th Gret Oz

 

They wer oblijed to camp out that nyt undr a larj tre in

th forest, for ther wer no houses near. Th tre made a good,

thik covrng to protect them from th dew, and th Tin Woodman

chopd a gret pile of wood with his ax and Dorothy bilt a

splendid fire that warmd her and made her feel less lonely. She

and Toto ate th last of ther bred, and now she did not no

wat they wud do for brekfast.

"If u wish," said th Lion, "I wil go into th forest and

kil a deer for u. U can roast it by th fire, since yr

tastes ar so peculir that u prefer cookd food, and then u

wil hav a very good brekfast."

"Dont! Plese dont," begd th Tin Woodman. "I shud

certnly weep if u kild a poor deer, and then my jaws wud

rust again."

But th Lion went away into th forest and found his own supr,

and no one evr new wat it was, for he didnt mention it. And th

Scarecro found a tre ful of nuts and fild Dorothy's basket with them,

so that she wud not be hungry for a long time. She thot this was

very kind and thotful of th Scarecro, but she lafd hartily at th

awkwrd way in wich th poor creatur pikd up th nuts. His padd

hands wer so clumsy and th nuts wer so smal that he dropd almost

as many as he put in th basket. But th Scarecro did not mind how long

it took him to fil th basket, for it enabled him to keep away from th fire,

as he feard a spark myt get into his straw and burn him up. So he kept a

good distnce away from th flames, and only came near to covr Dorothy with

dry leves wen she lay down to sleep. These kept her very snug and warm,

and she slept soundly until mornng.

Wen it was daylyt, th girl bathd/bathed her face in a litl riplng brook,

and soon aftr they al startd toward th Emrld City.

This was to be an eventful day for th travlrs. They had

hardly been walkng an our wen they saw befor them a gret

dich that crosd th road and divided th forest as far as they

cud se on eithr side. It was a very wide dich, and wen they

crept up to th ej and lookd into it they cud se it was also

very dep, and ther wer many big, jaged roks at th botm.

Th sides wer so steep that non of them cud climb down, and

for a moment it seemd that ther jurny must end.

"Wat shal we do?" askd Dorothy despairngly.

"I haven't th faintst idea," said th Tin Woodman, and th

Lion shook his shaggy mane and lookd thotful.

But th Scarecro said, "We canot fly, that is certn.

Neithr can we climb down into this gret dich. Therfor,

if we canot jump over it, we must stop wher we ar."

"I think I cud jump over it," said th Cowrdly Lion, aftr

mesurng th distnce carefuly in his mind.

"Then we ar al ryt," ansrd th Scarecro, "for u can

carry us al over on yr bak, one at a time."

"Wel, I'l try it," said th Lion. "Ho wil go first?"

"I wil," declared th Scarecro, "for, if u found that u

cud not jump over th gulf, Dorothy wud be kild, or th Tin

Woodman badly dentd on th roks belo. But if I am on yr bak

it wil not matr so much, for th fal wud not hurt me at al."

"I am teribly afraid of falng, myself," said th Cowrdly

Lion, "but I supose ther is nothing to do but try it. So get on

my bak and we wil make th atemt."

Th Scarecro sat upon th Lion's bak, and th big beast

walkd to th ej of th gulf and crouchd down.

"Wy dont u run and jump?" askd th Scarecro.

"Because that isnt th way we Lions do these things," he replyd.

Then givng a gret spring, he shot thru th air and landd safely

on th othr side. They wer al gretly plesed to se how esily

he did it, and aftr th Scarecro had got down from his bak th Lion

sprang across th dich again.

Dorothy thot she wud go next; so she took Toto in her

arms and climbd on th Lion's bak, holdng tytly to his mane

with one hand. Th next moment it seemd as if she wer flyng

thru th air; and then, befor she had time to think about it,

she was safe on th othr side. Th Lion went bak a third time

and got th Tin Woodman, and then they al sat down for a few

moments to giv th beast a chance to rest, for his gret leaps

had made his breth short, and he pantd like a big dog that has

been runng too long.

They found th forest very thik on this side, and it lookd

dark and gloomy. Aftr th Lion had restd they startd along th

road of yelo brik, silently wondrng, each in his own mind, if

evr they wud com to th end of th woods and reach th bryt

sunshine again. To ad to ther discomfrt, they soon herd stranje

noises in th depths of th forest, and th Lion wisprd to them

that it was in this part of th cuntry that th Kalidahs livd.

"Wat ar th Kalidahs?" askd th girl.

"They ar monstrus beasts with bodis like bers and heds

like tigers," replyd th Lion, "and with claws so long and sharp

that they cud tear/ter me in two as esily as I cud kil Toto.

I'm teribly afraid of th Kalidahs."

"I'm not surprised that u ar," returnd Dorothy.

"They must be dredful beasts."

Th Lion was about to reply wen sudnly they came to anothr

gulf across th road. But this one was so brod and dep that th

Lion new at once he cud not leap across it.

So they sat down to considr wat they shud do, and aftr

serius thot th Scarecro said:

"Here is a gret tre, standng close to th dich. If th

Tin Woodman can chop it down, so that it wil fal to th othr

side, we can walk across it esily."

"That is a first-rate idea," said th Lion. "One wud almost

suspect u had brains in yr hed, insted of straw."

Th Woodman set to work at once, and so sharp was his ax that

th tre was soon chopd nearly thru. Then th Lion put his

strong front legs against th tre and pushd with al his myt,

and soly th big tre tipd and fel with a crash across th

dich, with its top branchs on th othr side.

They had just startd to cross this queer brij wen a sharp growl

made them al look up, and to ther horr they saw runng toward them

two gret beasts with bodis like bers and heds like tigers.

"They ar th Kalidahs!" said th Cowrdly Lion, beginng to trembl.

"Quik!" cryd th Scarecro. "Let us cross over."

So Dorothy went first, holdng Toto in her arms, th Tin

Woodman folod, and th Scarecro came next. Th Lion, altho

he was certnly afraid, turnd to face th Kalidahs, and then he

gave so loud and teribl a ror that Dorothy screamd and th

Scarecro fel over bakwrd, wile even th fierce beasts stopd

short and lookd at him in surprise.

But, seing they wer bigr than th Lion, and remembrng

that ther wer two of them and only one of him, th Kalidahs

again rushd forwrd, and th Lion crosd over th tre and

turnd to se wat they wud do next. Without stopng an

instnt th fierce beasts also began to cross th tre.

And th Lion said to Dorothy:

"We ar lost, for they wil surely tear/ter us to peces with

ther sharp claws. But stand close behind me, and I wil fyt

them as long as I am alive."

"Wait a minut/minute!" cald th Scarecro. He had been thinkng

wat was best to be don, and now he askd th Woodman to chop

away th end of th tre that restd on ther side of th dich.

Th Tin Woodman began to use his ax at once, and, just as th two

Kalidahs wer nearly across, th tre fel with a crash into th

gulf, carrying th ugly, snarlng brutes with it, and both wer

dashd to peces on th sharp roks at th botm.

"Wel," said th Cowrdly Lion, drawng a long breth of

relief, "I se we ar going to liv/live a litl wile longr, and I

am glad of it, for it must be a very uncomfrtbl thing not to be

alive. Those creaturs frytnd me so badly that my hart is

beatng yet."

"Ah," said th Tin Woodman sadly, "I wish I had a hart to beat."

This adventur made th travlrs mor anxius than evr to

get out of th forest, and they walkd so fast that Dorothy became

tired, and had to ride on th Lion's bak. To ther gret joy th

tres became thinr th farthr they advanced, and in th

aftrnoon they sudnly came upon a brod rivr, floing swiftly

just befor them. On th othr side of th watr they cud se

th road of yelo brik runng thru a butiful cuntry, with

green medos dotd with bryt flowrs and al th road bordrd

with tres hangng ful of delicius fruits. They wer gretly

plesed to se this delytful cuntry befor them.

"How shal we cross th rivr?" askd Dorothy.

"That is esily don," replyd th Scarecro. "Th Tin Woodman

must bild us a raft, so we can float to th othr side."

So th Woodman took his ax and began to chop down smal tres

to make a raft, and wile he was busy at this th Scarecro found

on th rivrbank a tre ful of fine fruit. This plesed Dorothy,

ho had eatn nothing but nuts al day, and she made a harty meal

of th ripe fruit.

But it takes time to make a raft, even wen one is as industrius

and untiring as th Tin Woodman, and wen nyt came th work was not don.

So they found a cozy place undr th tres wher they slept wel until th

mornng; and Dorothy dreamd of th Emrld City, and of th good Wizrd Oz,

ho wud soon send her bak to her own home again.

 

 

 

8. Th Dedly Poppy Field

 

Our litl party of travlrs awakend th next mornng

refreshd and ful of hope, and Dorothy brekfastd like a

princess off peachs and plums from th tres beside th rivr.

Behind them was th dark forest they had pasd safely thru,

altho they had sufrd many discouragements; but befor them

was a lovly, sunny cuntry that seemd to bekn them on to th

Emrld City.

To be sure, th brod rivr now cut them off from this

butiful land. But th raft was nearly don, and aftr th Tin

Woodman had cut a few mor logs and fasnd them togethr with

woodn pins, they wer redy to start. Dorothy sat down in th

midl of th raft and held Toto in her arms. Wen th Cowrdly

Lion stepd upon th raft it tipd badly, for he was big and

hevy; but th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman stood upon th othr

end to stedy it, and they had long poles in ther hands to push

th raft thru th watr.

They got along quite wel at first, but wen they reachd th

midl of th rivr th swift curent swept th raft downstream,

farthr and farthr away from th road of yelo brik. And th

watr grew so dep that th long poles wud not tuch th botm.

"This is bad," said th Tin Woodman, "for if we canot get to

th land we shal be carrid into th cuntry of th Wiked Wich

of th West, and she wil enchant us and make us her slaves."

"And then I shud get no brains," said th Scarecro.

"And I shud get no curaj," said th Cowrdly Lion.

"And I shud get no hart," said th Tin Woodman.

"And I shud nevr get bak to Kansas," said Dorothy.

"We must certnly get to th Emrld City if we can,"

th Scarecro continud, and he pushd so hard on his long pole

that it stuk fast in th mud at th botm of th rivr. Then,

befor he cud pul it out again--or let go--th raft was swept

away, and th poor Scarecro left clingng to th pole in th

midl of th rivr.

"Good-by!" he cald aftr them, and they wer very sorry to leve him.

Indeed, th Tin Woodman began to cry, but fortunatly remembrd that he

myt rust, and so dryd his tears/ters on Dorothy's apron.

Of corse this was a bad thing for th Scarecro.

"I am now worse off than wen I first met Dorothy," he

thot. "Then, I was stuk on a pole in a cornfield, wher I

cud make-beleve scar th cros, at any rate. But surely ther

is no use for a Scarecro stuk on a pole in th midl of a

rivr. I am afraid I shal nevr hav any brains, aftr al!"

Down th stream th raft floatd, and th poor Scarecro was

left far behind. Then th Lion said:

"Somthing must be don to save us. I think I can swim to th

shor and pul th raft aftr me, if u wil only hold fast to

th tip of my tail."

So he sprang into th watr, and th Tin Woodman caut fast

hold of his tail. Then th Lion began to swim with al his myt

toward th shor. It was hard work, altho he was so big; but

by and by they wer drawn out of th curent, and then Dorothy took

th Tin Woodman's long pole and helpd push th raft to th land.

They wer al tired out wen they reachd th shor at last

and stepd off upon th pretty green grass, and they also new

that th stream had carrid them a long way past th road of

yelo brik that led to th Emrld City.

"Wat shal we do now?" askd th Tin Woodman, as th Lion lay

down on th grass to let th sun dry him.

"We must get bak to th road, in som way," said Dorothy.

"Th best plan wil be to walk along th rivrbank until we

com to th road again," remarkd th Lion.

So, wen they wer restd, Dorothy pikd up her basket and

they startd along th grassy bank, to th road from wich th

rivr had carrid them. It was a lovly cuntry, with plenty of

flowrs and fruit tres and sunshine to cheer them, and had they

not felt so sorry for th poor Scarecro, they cud hav been

very happy.

They walkd along as fast as they cud, Dorothy only stopng

once to pik a butiful flowr; and aftr a time th Tin Woodman

cryd out: "Look!"

Then they al lookd at th rivr and saw th Scarecro perchd

upon his pole in th midl of th watr, lookng very lonely and sad.

"Wat can we do to save him?" askd Dorothy.

Th Lion and th Woodman both shook ther heds, for they did

not no. So they sat down upon th bank and gazed wistfuly at

th Scarecro until a Stork flew by, ho, upon seing them,

stopd to rest at th water's ej.

"Ho ar u and wher ar u going?" askd th Stork.

"I am Dorothy," ansrd th girl, "and these ar my frends,

th Tin Woodman and th Cowrdly Lion; and we ar going to th

Emrld City."

"This isnt th road," said th Stork, as she twistd her long

nek and lookd sharply at th queer party.

"I no it," returnd Dorothy, "but we hav lost th

Scarecro, and ar wondrng how we shal get him again."

"Wher is he?" askd th Stork.

"Over ther in th rivr," ansrd th litl girl.

"If he wasnt so big and hevy I wud get him for u,"

remarkd th Stork.

"He isnt hevy a bit," said Dorothy eagrly, "for he is

stufd with straw; and if u wil bring him bak to us, we shal

thank u evr and evr so much."

"Wel, I'l try," said th Stork, "but if I find he is too

hevy to carry I shal hav to drop him in th rivr again."

So th big bird flew into th air and over th watr til she

came to wher th Scarecro was perchd upon his pole. Then th

Stork with her gret claws grabd th Scarecro by th arm and

carrid him up into th air and bak to th bank, wher Dorothy

and th Lion and th Tin Woodman and Toto wer sitng.

Wen th Scarecro found himself among his frends again, he

was so happy that he hugd them al, even th Lion and Toto; and

as they walkd along he sang "Tol-de-ri-de-o!" at evry step, he

felt so gay.

"I was afraid I shud hav to stay in th rivr forevr,"

he said, "but th kind Stork saved me, and if I evr get any brains

I shal find th Stork again and do her som kindness in return."

"That's al ryt," said th Stork, ho was flyng along

beside them. "I always like to help anyone in trubl. But I

must go now, for my babis ar waitng in th nest for me. I hope

u wil find th Emrld City and that Oz wil help u."

"Thank u," replyd Dorothy, and then th kind Stork flew

into th air and was soon out of syt.

They walkd along lisnng to th singng of th brytly

colord birds and lookng at th lovly flowrs wich now became

so thik that th ground was carpetd with them. Ther wer big

yelo and wite and blu and purpl blosms, besides gret

clustrs of scarlet poppis, wich wer so briliant in color they

almost dazld Dorothy's ys.

"Arnt they butiful?" th girl askd, as she brethed in

th spicy sent of th bryt flowrs.

"I supose so," ansrd th Scarecro. "Wen I hav brains,

I shal probbly like them betr."

"If I only had a hart, I shud lov them," add th Tin Woodman.

"I always did like flowrs," said th Lion. "They of seem so

helpless and frail. But ther ar non in th forest so bryt as these."

They now came upon mor and mor of th big scarlet poppis,

and fewr and fewr of th othr flowrs; and soon they found

themselvs in th midst of a gret medo of poppis. Now it is

wel nown that wen ther ar many of these flowrs togethr

ther odor is so powrful that anyone ho brethes it fals

asleep, and if th sleepr is not carrid away from th sent of

th flowrs, he sleeps on and on forevr. But Dorothy did not

no this, nor cud she get away from th bryt red flowrs that

wer evrywher about; so presntly her ys grew hevy and she

felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.

But th Tin Woodman wud not let her do this.

"We must hurry and get bak to th road of yelo brik befor dark,"

he said; and th Scarecro agreed with him. So they kept walkng until

Dorothy cud stand no longr. Her ys closed in spite of herself and

she forgot wher she was and fel among th poppis, fast asleep.

"Wat shal we do?" askd th Tin Woodman.

"If we leve her here she wil die," said th Lion. "Th smel of

th flowrs is kilng us al. I myself can scarcely keep my ys open,

and th dog is asleep alredy."

It was tru; Toto had falen down beside his litl mistress.

But th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh,

wer not trubld by th sent of th flowrs.

"Run fast," said th Scarecro to th Lion, "and get out of

this dedly flowr bed as soon as u can. We wil bring th

litl girl with us, but if u shud fal asleep u ar too big

to be carrid."

So th Lion arousd himself and bound forwrd as fast as he

cud go. In a moment he was out of syt.

"Let us make a chair with our hands and carry her," said th

Scarecro. So they pikd up Toto and put th dog in Dorothy's

lap, and then they made a chair with ther hands for th seat and

ther arms for th arms and carrid th sleepng girl between them

thru th flowrs.

On and on they walkd, and it seemd that th gret carpet of

dedly flowrs that suroundd them wud nevr end. They folod

th bend of th rivr, and at last came upon ther frend th Lion,

lyng fast asleep among th poppis. Th flowrs had been too strong

for th huje beast and he had givn up at last, and falen only a short

distnce from th end of th poppy bed, wher th sweet grass spred in

butiful green fields befor them.

"We can do nothing for him," said th Tin Woodman, sadly; "for

he is much too hevy to lift. We must leve him here to sleep on

forevr, and perhaps he wil dream that he has found curaj at last."

"I'm sorry," said th Scarecro. "Th Lion was a very good

comrad for one so cowrdly. But let us go on."

They carrid th sleepng girl to a pretty spot beside th rivr,

far enuf from th poppy field to prevent her brething any mor of

th poisn of th flowrs, and here they laid her jently on th soft

grass and waitd for th fresh breze to waken her.

 

 

 

9. Th Queen of th Field Mice

 

"We canot be far from th road of yelo brik, now," remarkd

th Scarecro, as he stood beside th girl, "for we hav com

nearly as far as th rivr carrid us away."

Th Tin Woodman was about to reply wen he herd a lo growl,

and turnng his hed (wich workd butifuly on hinjs) he saw a

stranje beast com boundng over th grass toward them. It was,

indeed, a gret yelo Wildcat, and th Woodman thot it must

be chasing somthing, for its ears wer lyng close to its hed

and its mouth was wide open, shoing two rows/ros of ugly teeth, wile

its red ys gloed like bals of fire. As it came near th Tin

Woodman saw that runng befor th beast was a litl gray field

mouse, and altho he had no hart he new it was rong for th

Wildcat to try to kil such a pretty, harmless creatur.

So th Woodman rased his ax, and as th Wildcat ran by he gave

it a quik blo that cut th beast's hed clean off from its body,

and it rold over at his feet in two peces.

Th field mouse, now that it was freed from its enmy, stopd short;

and comng soly up to th Woodman it said, in a squeaky litl voice:

"O, thank u! Thank u evr so much for saving my life."

"Dont speak of it, I beg of u," replyd th Woodman.

"I hav no hart, u no, so I am careful to help al those

ho may need a frend, even if it hapns to be only a mouse."

"Only a mouse!" cryd th litl anml, indignntly.

"Wy, I am a Queen--th Queen of al th Field Mice!"

"O, indeed," said th Woodman, making a bo.

"Therfor u hav don a gret deed, as wel as a brave one,

in saving my life," add th Queen.

At that moment sevrl mice wer seen runng up as fast as

ther litl legs cud carry them, and wen they saw ther Queen

they exclaimd:

"O, yr Majesty, we thot u wud be kild! How did

u manaj to escape th gret Wildcat?" They al boed/bowd so lo to

th litl Queen that they almost stood upon ther heds.

"This funny tin man," she ansrd, "kild th Wildcat and

saved my life. So hereaftr u must al serv him, and obey his

slytst wish."

"We wil!" cryd al th mice, in a shril corus. And then they

scamprd in al directions, for Toto had awakend from his sleep, and

seing al these mice around him he gave one bark of delyt and jumpd

ryt into th midl of th group. Toto had always lovd to chase mice

wen he livd in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it.

But th Tin Woodman caut th dog in his arms and held him tyt,

wile he cald to th mice, "Com bak! Com bak! Toto shal not hurt u."

At this th Queen of th Mice stuk her hed out from undrneath a clump

of grass and askd, in a timid voice, "Ar u sure he wil not bite us?"

"I wil not let him," said th Woodman; "so do not be afraid."

One by one th mice came creepng bak, and Toto did not bark again,

altho he tryd to get out of th Woodman's arms, and wud hav bitn

him had he not nown very wel he was made of tin. Finaly one of th

bigst mice spoke.

"Is ther anything we can do," it askd, "to repay u for

saving th life of our Queen?"

"Nothing that I no of," ansrd th Woodman; but th

Scarecro, ho had been tryng to think, but cud not because his

hed was stufd with straw, said, quikly, "O, yes; u can save

our frend, th Cowrdly Lion, ho is asleep in th poppy bed."

"A Lion!" cryd th litl Queen. "Wy, he wud eat us al up."

"O, no," declared th Scarecro; "this Lion is a cowrd."

"Realy?" askd th Mouse.

"He says so himself," ansrd th Scarecro, "and he wud

nevr hurt anyone ho is our frend. If u wil help us to save

him I promis that he shal treat u al with kindness."

"Very wel," said th Queen, "we trust u. But wat shal we do?"

"Ar ther many of these mice wich cal u Queen and ar wilng

to obey u?"

"O, yes; ther ar thousnds," she replyd.

"Then send for them al to com here as soon as posbl,

and let each one bring a long pece of string."

Th Queen turnd to th mice that atendd her and told them

to go at once and get al her peple. As soon as they herd her

ordrs they ran away in evry direction as fast as posbl.

"Now," said th Scarecro to th Tin Woodman, "u must go to

those tres by th rivrside and make a truk that wil carry th Lion."

So th Woodman went at once to th tres and began to work;

and he soon made a truk out of th lims of tres, from wich he

chopd away al th leves and branchs. He fasnd it togethr

with woodn pegs and made th four weels out of short peces of a

big tre trunk. So fast and so wel did he work that by th time

th mice began to arive th truk was al redy for them.

They came from al directions, and ther wer thousnds of

them: big mice and litl mice and midl-sized mice; and each

one brot a pece of string in his mouth. It was about this

time that Dorothy woke from her long sleep and opend her ys.

She was gretly astonishd to find herself lyng upon th grass,

with thousnds of mice standng around and lookng at her timidly.

But th Scarecro told her about evrything, and turnng to th

dignifyd litl Mouse, he said:

"Permit me to introduce to u her Majesty, th Queen."

Dorothy nodd gravely and th Queen made a curtsy, aftr

wich she became quite frendly with th litl girl.

Th Scarecro and th Woodman now began to fasn th mice to

th truk, using th strings they had brot. One end of a

string was tied around th nek of each mouse and th othr end to

th truk. Of corse th truk was a thousnd times bigr than

any of th mice ho wer to draw it; but wen al th mice had

been harnesd, they wer able to pul it quite esily. Even th

Scarecro and th Tin Woodman cud sit on it, and wer drawn swiftly

by ther queer litl horses to th place wher th Lion lay asleep.

Aftr a gret deal of hard work, for th Lion was hevy, they

manajd to get him up on th truk. Then th Queen hurridly gave

her peple th ordr to start, for she feard if th mice stayd

among th poppis too long they also wud fal asleep.

At first th litl creaturs, many tho they wer, cud

hardly stir th hevily loadd truk; but th Woodman and th

Scarecro both pushd from behind, and they got along betr.

Soon they rold th Lion out of th poppy bed to th green fields,

wher he cud brethe th sweet, fresh air again, insted of th

poisnus sent of th flowrs.

Dorothy came to meet them and thankd th litl mice warmly

for saving her companion from deth. She had grown so fond of

th big Lion she was glad he had been rescud.

Then th mice wer unharnessed from th truk and scamprd

away thru th grass to ther homes. Th Queen of th Mice was

th last to leve.

"If evr u need us again," she said, "com out into th

field and cal, and we shal hear u and com to yr asistnce.

Good-by!"

"Good-by!" they al ansrd, and away th Queen ran, wile

Dorothy held Toto tytly lest he shud run aftr her and

frytn her.

Aftr this they sat down beside th Lion until he shud

awaken; and th Scarecro brot Dorothy som fruit from a tre

near by, wich she ate for her dinr.

 

 

 

10. Th Gardian of th Gate

 

It was som time befor th Cowrdly Lion awakend, for he had

lain among th poppis a long wile, brething in ther dedly

fragrance; but wen he did open his ys and rol off th truk

he was very glad to find himself stil alive.

"I ran as fast as I cud," he said, sitng down and yawnng,

"but th flowrs wer too strong for me. How did u get me out?"

Then they told him of th field mice, and how they had jenrusly

saved him from deth; and th Cowrdly Lion lafd, and said:

"I hav always thot myself very big and teribl; yet such

litl things as flowrs came near to kilng me, and such smal

anmls as mice hav saved my life. How stranje it al is!

But, comrads, wat shal we do now?"

"We must jurny on until we find th road of yelo brik again,"

said Dorothy, "and then we can keep on to th Emrld City."

So, th Lion being fuly refreshd, and feelng quite himself again,

they al startd upon th jurny, gretly enjoyng th walk thru th soft,

fresh grass; and it was not long befor they reachd th road of yelo brik

and turnd again toward th Emrld City wher th Gret Oz dwelt.

Th road was smooth and wel paved, now, and th cuntry about

was butiful, so that th travlrs rejoiced in leving th

forest far behind, and with it th many danjers they had met in

its gloomy shades. Once mor they cud se fences bilt beside

th road; but these wer paintd green, and wen they came to a

smal house, in wich a farmr evidntly livd, that also was

paintd green. They pasd by sevrl of these houses during th

aftrnoon, and somtimes peple came to th dors and lookd at

them as if they wud like to ask questions; but no one came near

them nor spoke to them because of th gret Lion, of wich they

wer very much afraid. Th peple wer al dresd in clothing of

a lovly emrld-green color and wor peakd hats like those of

th Munchkins.

"This must be th Land of Oz," said Dorothy, "and we ar

surely getng near th Emrld City."

"Yes," ansrd th Scarecro. "Evrything is green here,

wile in th cuntry of th Munchkins blu was th favorit color.

But th peple do not seem to be as frendly as th Munchkins, and

I'm afraid we shal be unable to find a place to pass th nyt."

"I shud like somthing to eat besides fruit," said th girl,

"and I'm sure Toto is nearly starvd. Let us stop at th next

house and talk to th peple."

So, wen they came to a good-sized farmhouse, Dorothy walkd

boldly up to th dor and nokd.

A womn opend it just far enuf to look out, and said,

"Wat do u want, child, and wy is that gret Lion with u?"

"We wish to pass th nyt with u, if u wil alow us,"

ansrd Dorothy; "and th Lion is my frend and comrad, and

wud not hurt u for th world."

"Is he tame?" askd th womn, openng th dor a litl wider.

"O, yes," said th girl, "and he is a gret cowrd, too.

He wil be mor afraid of u than u ar of him."

"Wel," said th womn, aftr thinkng it over and taking

anothr peep at th Lion, "if that is th case u may com in,

and I wil giv u som supr and a place to sleep."

So they al entrd th house, wher ther wer, besides th

womn, two children and a man. Th man had hurt his leg, and was

lyng on th couch in a cornr. They seemd gretly surprised to

se so stranje a compny, and wile th womn was busy layng th

table th man askd:

"Wher ar u al going?"

"To th Emrld City," said Dorothy, "to se th Gret Oz."

"O, indeed!" exclaimd th man. "Ar u sure that Oz wil se u?"

"Wy not?" she replyd.

"Wy, it is said that he nevr lets anyone com into his presnce.

I hav been to th Emrld City many times, and it is a butiful and

wondrful place; but I hav nevr been permitd to se th Gret Oz,

nor do I no of any livng persn ho has seen him."

"Dos he nevr go out?" askd th Scarecro.

"Nevr. He sits day aftr day in th gret Throne Room of his

Palace, and even those ho wait upon him do not se him face to face."

"Wat is he like?" askd th girl.

"That is hard to tel," said th man thotfuly. "U se,

Oz is a Gret Wizrd, and can take on any form he wishs. So that

som say he looks like a bird; and som say he looks like an

elefnt; and som say he looks like a cat. To othrs he apears

as a butiful fairy, or a brownie, or in any othr form that

pleses him. But ho th real Oz is, wen he is in his own form,

no livng persn can tel."

"That is very stranje," said Dorothy, "but we must try, in

som way, to se him, or we shal hav made our jurny for nothing."

"Wy do u wish to se th teribl Oz?" askd th man.

"I want him to giv me som brains," said th Scarecro eagrly.

"O, Oz cud do that esily enuf," declared th man.

"He has mor brains than he needs."

"And I want him to giv me a hart," said th Tin Woodman.

"That wil not trubl him," continud th man, "for Oz has a

larj colection of harts, of al sizes and shapes."

"And I want him to giv me curaj," said th Cowrdly Lion.

"Oz keeps a gret pot of curaj in his Throne Room," said

th man, "wich he has covrd with a goldn plate, to keep it

from runng over. He wil be glad to giv u som."

"And I want him to send me bak to Kansas," said Dorothy.

"Wher is Kansas?" askd th man, with surprise.

"I dont no," replyd Dorothy sorofuly, "but it is my home,

and I'm sure it's somwher."

"Very likely. Wel, Oz can do anything; so I supose he wil

find Kansas for u. But first u must get to se him, and that

wil be a hard task; for th Gret Wizrd dos not like to se anyone,

and he usuly has his own way. But wat do U want?" he continud,

speakng to Toto. Toto only wagd his tail; for, stranje to say,

he cud not speak.

Th womn now cald to them that supr was redy, so they

gathrd around th table and Dorothy ate som delicius porij

and a dish of scrambld egs and a plate of nice wite bred, and

enjoyd her meal. Th Lion ate som of th porij, but did not

care for it, sayng it was made from oats and oats wer food for

horses, not for lions. Th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman ate

nothing at al. Toto ate a litl of evrything, and was glad to

get a good supr again.

Th womn now gave Dorothy a bed to sleep in, and Toto lay

down beside her, wile th Lion gardd th dor of her room so

she myt not be disturbd. Th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman

stood up in a cornr and kept quiet al nyt, altho of corse

they cud not sleep.

Th next mornng, as soon as th sun was up, they startd on

ther way, and soon saw a butiful green glo in th sky just

befor them.

"That must be th Emrld City," said Dorothy.

As they walkd on, th green glo became brytr and brytr,

and it seemd that at last they wer nearng th end of ther travls.

Yet it was aftrnoon befor they came to th gret wal that suroundd

th City. It was hy and thik and of a bryt green color.

In front of them, and at th end of th road of yelo brik,

was a big gate, al studd with emrlds that glitrd so in th

sun that even th paintd ys of th Scarecro wer dazld by

ther brilliancy.

Ther was a bel beside th gate, and Dorothy pushd th

butn and herd a silvry tinkl sound within. Then th big gate

swung soly open, and they al pasd thru and found

themselvs in a hy archd room, th wals of wich glisnd

with countless emrlds.

Befor them stood a litl man about th same size as th

Munchkins. He was clothed al in green, from his hed to his

feet, and even his skin was of a greenish tint. At his side was a

larj green box.

Wen he saw Dorothy and her companions th man askd,

"Wat do u wish in th Emrld City?"

"We came here to se th Gret Oz," said Dorothy.

Th man was so surprised at this ansr that he sat down to

think it over.

"It has been many years since anyone askd me to se Oz,"

he said, shaking his hed in perplexity. "He is powrful and

teribl, and if u com on an idle or foolish erand to bothr

th wise reflections of th Gret Wizrd, he myt be angry and

destroy u al in an instnt."

"But it is not a foolish erand, nor an idle one," replyd th

Scarecro; "it is importnt. And we hav been told that Oz is a

good Wizrd."

"So he is," said th green man, "and he rules th Emrld City

wisely and wel. But to those ho ar not onest, or ho aproach

him from curiosity, he is most teribl, and few hav evr dared

ask to se his face. I am th Gardian of th Gates, and since

u demand to se th Gret Oz I must take u to his Palace.

But first u must put on th spectacls."

"Wy?" askd Dorothy.

"Because if u did not wer spectacls th brytness and

glory of th Emrld City wud blind u. Even those ho liv/live in

th City must wer spectacls nyt and day. They ar al lokd

on, for Oz so ordrd it wen th City was first bilt, and I hav

th only ke that wil unlok them."

He opend th big box, and Dorothy saw that it was fild with

spectacls of evry size and shape. Al of them had green glasses

in them. Th Gardian of th Gates found a pair that wud just

fit Dorothy and put them over her ys. Ther wer two goldn

bands fasnd to them that pasd around th bak of her hed,

wher they wer lokd togethr by a litl ke that was at th

end of a chain th Gardian of th Gates wor around his nek.

Wen they wer on, Dorothy cud not take them off had she wishd,

but of corse she did not wish to be blindd by th glare of th

Emrld City, so she said nothing.

Then th green man fitd spectacls for th Scarecro and th

Tin Woodman and th Lion, and even on litl Toto; and al wer

lokd fast with th ke.

Then th Gardian of th Gates put on his own glasses and told

them he was redy to sho them to th Palace. Taking a big goldn

ke from a peg on th wal, he opend anothr gate, and they al

folod him thru th portl into th streets of th Emrld City.

 

 

 

11. Th Wondrful City of Oz

 

Even with ys protectd by th green spectacls, Dorothy

and her frends wer at first dazld by th brilliancy of th

wondrful City. Th streets wer lined with butiful houses al

bilt of green marbl and studd evrywher with sparklng

emrlds. They walkd over a pavemnt of th same green marbl,

and wher th bloks wer joind togethr wer rows/ros of emrlds,

set closely, and glitrng in th brytness of th sun. Th

windo panes wer of green glass; even th sky abov th City had

a green tint, and th rays of th sun wer green.

Ther wer many peple--men, women, and children--walkng about,

and these wer al dresd in green clothes and had greenish skins.

They lookd at Dorothy and her stranjely asortd compny with

wondrng ys, and th children al ran away and hid behind

ther mothrs wen they saw th Lion; but no one spoke to them.

Many shops stood in th street, and Dorothy saw that evrything

in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn wer ofrd

for sale, as wel as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes

of al sorts. At one place a man was selng green lemnade,

and wen th children bot it Dorothy cud se that they paid

for it with green pennis.

Ther seemd to be no horses nor anmls of any kind; th men

carrid things around in litl green carts, wich they pushd

befor them. Evryone seemd happy and contentd and prosprus.

Th Gardian of th Gates led them thru th streets until

they came to a big bildng, exactly in th midl of th City,

wich was th Palace of Oz, th Gret Wizrd. Ther was a soldir

befor th dor, dresd in a green uniform and werng a long

green beard.

"Here ar stranjers," said th Gardian of th Gates to him,

"and they demand to se th Gret Oz."

"Step inside," ansrd th soldir, "and I wil carry yr

messaj to him."

So they pasd thru th Palace Gates and wer led into a

big room with a green carpet and lovly green furnitur set with

emrlds. Th soldir made them al wipe ther feet upon a green

mat befor entrng this room, and wen they wer seatd he said

politely:

"Plese make yrselvs comfrtbl wile I go to th dor of

th Throne Room and tel Oz u ar here."

They had to wait a long time befor th soldir returnd.

Wen, at last, he came bak, Dorothy askd:

"Hav u seen Oz?"

"O, no," returnd th soldir; "I hav nevr seen him.

But I spoke to him as he sat behind his screen and gave him yr

messaj. He said he wil grant u an audience, if u so desire;

but each one of u must entr his presnce alone, and he wil

admit but one each day. Therfor, as u must remain in th

Palace for sevrl days, I wil hav u shown to rooms wher u

may rest in comfrt aftr yr jurny."

"Thank u," replyd th girl; "that is very kind of Oz."

Th soldir now blew upon a green wisl, and at once a yung girl,

dresd in a pretty green silk gown, entrd th room. She had lovly

green hair and green ys, and she boed/bowd lo befor Dorothy as she said,

"Folo me and I wil sho u yr room."

So Dorothy said good-by to al her frends exept Toto, and

taking th dog in her arms folod th green girl thru sevn

passajs and up thre flyts of stairs until they came to a room

at th front of th Palace. It was th sweetst litl room in

th world, with a soft comfrtbl bed that had sheets of green

silk and a green velvet countrpane. Ther was a tiny fountn in

th midl of th room, that shot a spray of green perfume into

th air, to fal bak into a butifuly carvd green marbl basin.

Butiful green flowrs stood in th windos, and ther was a shelf

with a ro/row of litl green books. Wen Dorothy had time to open

these books she found them ful of queer green picturs that made

her laf, they wer so funny.

In a wardrobe wer many green dresses, made of silk and satn

and velvet; and al of them fitd Dorothy exactly.

"Make yrself perfectly at home," said th green girl,

"and if u wish for anything ring th bel. Oz wil send

for u tomoro mornng."

She left Dorothy alone and went bak to th othrs. These she

also led to rooms, and each one of them found himself lojd in a

very plesnt part of th Palace. Of corse this politeness was

wasted on th Scarecro; for wen he found himself alone in his

room he stood stupidly in one spot, just within th dorway, to

wait til mornng. It wud not rest him to lie down, and he

cud not close his ys; so he remaind al nyt staring at a

litl spider wich was weving its web in a cornr of th room,

just as if it wer not one of th most wondrful rooms in th world.

Th Tin Woodman lay down on his bed from force of habit, for he

remembrd wen he was made of flesh; but not being able to sleep,

he pasd th nyt moving his joints up and down to make sure they

kept in good workng ordr. Th Lion wud hav preferd a bed of

dryd leves in th forest, and did not like being shut up in a room;

but he had too much sense to let this worry him, so he sprang upon

th bed and rold himself up like a cat and purd himself asleep

in a minut/minute.

Th next mornng, aftr brekfast, th green maidn came to

fech Dorothy, and she dresd her in one of th prettiest gowns,

made of green brocaded satn. Dorothy put on a green silk apron

and tied a green ribn around Toto's nek, and they startd

for th Throne Room of th Gret Oz.

First they came to a gret hal in wich wer many ladis and

jentlmen of th cort, al dresd in rich costumes. These

peple had nothing to do but talk to each othr, but they always

came to wait outside th Throne Room evry mornng, altho they

wer nevr permitd to se Oz. As Dorothy entrd they lookd at

her curiusly, and one of them wisprd:

"Ar u realy going to look upon th face of Oz th Teribl?"

"Of corse," ansrd th girl, "if he wil se me."

"O, he wil se u," said th soldir ho had taken her

messaj to th Wizrd, "altho he dos not like to hav peple

ask to se him. Indeed, at first he was angry and said I shud

send u bak wher u came from. Then he askd me wat u

lookd like, and wen I mentiond yr silvr shoes he was very

much intrestd. At last I told him about th mark upon yr

forhed, and he decided he wud admit u to his presnce."

Just then a bel rang, and th green girl said to Dorothy,

"That is th signl. U must go into th Throne Room alone."

She opend a litl dor and Dorothy walkd boldly thru and

found herself in a wondrful place. It was a big, round room with

a hy archd roof, and th wals and ceilng and flor wer covrd

with larj emrlds set closely togethr. In th centr of th roof

was a gret lyt, as bryt as th sun, wich made th emrlds

sparkl in a wondrful manr.

But wat intrestd Dorothy most was th big throne of green

marbl that stood in th midl of th room. It was shaped like a

chair and sparkld with jems, as did evrything else. In th

centr of th chair was an enormus Hed, without a body to

suport it or any arms or legs watevr. Ther was no hair upon

this hed, but it had ys and a nose and mouth, and was much

bigr than th hed of th bigst jiant.

As Dorothy gazed upon this in wondr and fear, th ys turnd

soly and lookd at her sharply and stedily. Then th mouth

moved, and Dorothy herd a voice say:

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl. Ho ar u, and wy do u

seek me?"

It was not such an awful voice as she had expectd to com

from th big Hed; so she took curaj and ansrd:

"I am Dorothy, th Smal and Meek. I hav com to u for help."

Th ys lookd at her thotfuly for a ful minut/minute.

Then said th voice:

"Wher did u get th silvr shoes?"

"I got them from th Wiked Wich of th East, wen my house

fel on her and kild her," she replyd.

"Wher did u get th mark upon yr forhed?" continud th voice.

"That is wher th Good Wich of th North kisd me wen she

bad me good-by and sent me to u," said th girl.

Again th ys lookd at her sharply, and they saw she was

telng th truth. Then Oz askd, "Wat do u wish me to do?"

"Send me bak to Kansas, wher my Ant Em and Uncl Henry ar,"

she ansrd ernestly. "I dont like yr cuntry, altho it is

so butiful. And I am sure Ant Em wil be dredfuly worrid over

my being away so long."

Th ys winkd thre times, and then they turnd up to th

ceilng and down to th flor and rold around so queerly that

they seemd to se evry part of th room. And at last they

lookd at Dorothy again.

"Wy shud I do this for u?" askd Oz.

"Because u ar strong and I am weak; because u ar a Gret

Wizrd and I am only a litl girl."

"But u wer strong enuf to kil th Wiked Wich of th East,"

said Oz.

"That just hapnd," returnd Dorothy simply; "I cud not help it."

"Wel," said th Hed, "I wil giv u my ansr. U hav no

ryt to expect me to send u bak to Kansas unless u do somthing

for me in return. In this cuntry evryone must pay for evrything

he gets. If u wish me to use my majic powr to send u home again

u must do somthing for me first. Help me and I wil help u."

"Wat must I do?" askd th girl.

"Kil th Wiked Wich of th West," ansrd Oz.

"But I canot!" exclaimd Dorothy, gretly surprised.

"U kild th Wich of th East and u wer th silvr shoes,

wich ber a powrful charm. Ther is now but one Wiked Wich left

in al this land, and wen u can tel me she is ded I wil send

u bak to Kansas--but not befor."

Th litl girl began to weep, she was so much disapointd;

and th ys winkd again and lookd upon her anxiusly, as if th

Gret Oz felt that she cud help him if she wud.

"I nevr kild anything, wilngly," she sobd. "Even if I

wantd to, how cud I kil th Wiked Wich? If u, ho ar Gret

and Teribl, canot kil her yrself, how do u expect me to do it?"

"I do not no," said th Hed; "but that is my ansr, and

until th Wiked Wich dies u wil not se yr uncl and ant

again. Remembr that th Wich is Wiked--tremendusly Wiked

-and ot to be kild. Now go, and do not ask to se me again

until u hav don yr task."

Sorofuly Dorothy left th Throne Room and went bak wher

th Lion and th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman wer waitng to

hear wat Oz had said to her. "Ther is no hope for me," she

said sadly, "for Oz wil not send me home until I hav kild

th Wiked Wich of th West; and that I can nevr do."

Her frends wer sorry, but cud do nothing to help her; so

Dorothy went to her own room and lay down on th bed and cryd

herself to sleep.

Th next mornng th soldir with th green wiskrs came to

th Scarecro and said:

"Com with me, for Oz has sent for u."

So th Scarecro folod him and was admitd into th gret

Throne Room, wher he saw, sitng in th emrld throne, a most

lovly Lady. She was dresd in green silk gauz and wor upon

her floing green loks a crown of jewls. Groing from her

sholdrs wer wings, gorjus in color and so lyt that they

flutrd if th slytst breth of air reachd them.

Wen th Scarecro had boed/bowd, as prettily as his straw stufng wud

let him, befor this butiful creatur, she lookd upon him sweetly,

and said:

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl. Ho ar u, and wy do u seek me?"

Now th Scarecro, ho had expectd to se th gret Hed Dorothy had

told him of, was much astonishd; but he ansrd her bravely.

"I am only a Scarecro, stufd with straw. Therfor I hav

no brains, and I com to u prayng that u wil put brains in

my hed insted of straw, so that I may becom as much a man as

any othr in yr dominions."

"Wy shud I do this for u?" askd th Lady.

"Because u ar wise and powrful, and no one else can help me,"

ansrd th Scarecro.

"I nevr grant favors without som return," said Oz; "but this

much I wil promis. If u wil kil for me th Wiked Wich of

th West, I wil besto upon u a gret many brains, and such

good brains that u wil be th wisest man in al th Land of Oz."

"I thot u askd Dorothy to kil th Wich," said th Scarecro,

in surprise.

"So I did. I dont care ho kils her. But until she is ded

I wil not grant yr wish. Now go, and do not seek me again

until u hav ernd th brains u so gretly desire."

Th Scarecro went sorofuly bak to his frends and told

them wat Oz had said; and Dorothy was surprised to find that th

Gret Wizrd was not a Hed, as she had seen him, but a lovly Lady.

"Al th same," said th Scarecro, "she needs a hart as much

as th Tin Woodman."

On th next mornng th soldir with th green wiskrs came

to th Tin Woodman and said:

"Oz has sent for u. Folo me."

So th Tin Woodman folod him and came to th gret Throne

Room. He did not no wethr he wud find Oz a lovly Lady or a

Hed, but he hoped it wud be th lovly Lady. "For," he said to

himself, "if it is th hed, I am sure I shal not be givn a

hart, since a hed has no hart of its own and therfor canot

feel for me. But if it is th lovly Lady I shal beg hard for a

hart, for al ladis ar themselvs said to be kindly hartd.

But wen th Woodman entrd th gret Throne Room he saw

neithr th Hed nor th Lady, for Oz had taken th shape of a

most teribl Beast. It was nearly as big as an elefnt, and th

green throne seemd hardly strong enuf to hold its weit. Th

Beast had a hed like that of a rinoceros, only ther wer five

ys in its face. Ther wer five long arms groing out of its

body, and it also had five long, slim legs. Thik, wooly hair

covrd evry part of it, and a mor dredful-lookng monstr

cud not be imajnd. It was fortunat th Tin Woodman had no

hart at that moment, for it wud hav beat loud and fast from

terr. But being only tin, th Woodman was not at al afraid,

altho he was much disapointd.

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl," spoke th Beast, in a voice

that was one gret ror. "Ho ar u, and wy do u seek me?"

"I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therfor I hav no hart,

and canot lov. I pray u to giv me a hart that I may be as

othr men ar."

"Wy shud I do this?" demandd th Beast.

"Because I ask it, and u alone can grant my request,"

ansrd th Woodman.

Oz gave a lo growl at this, but said, grufly: "If u indeed

desire a hart, u must ern it."

"How?" askd th Woodman.

"Help Dorothy to kil th Wiked Wich of th West," replyd

th Beast. "Wen th Wich is ded, com to me, and I wil then

giv u th bigst and kindst and most lovng hart in al th

Land of Oz."

So th Tin Woodman was forced to return sorofuly to his

frends and tel them of th teribl Beast he had seen.

They al wondrd gretly at th many forms th Gret Wizrd

cud take upon himself, and th Lion said:

"If he is a Beast wen I go to se him, I shal ror my

loudst, and so frytn him that he wil grant al I ask. And if

he is th lovly Lady, I shal pretend to spring upon her, and so

compel her to do my bidng. And if he is th gret Hed, he wil

be at my mercy; for I wil rol this hed al about th room until

he promises to giv us wat we desire. So be of good cheer, my

frends, for al wil yet be wel."

Th next mornng th soldir with th green wiskrs led th

Lion to th gret Throne Room and bad him entr th presnce of Oz.

Th Lion at once pasd thru th dor, and glancing around saw,

to his surprise, that befor th throne was a Bal of Fire, so fierce

and gloing he cud scarcely ber to gaze upon it. His first thot

was that Oz had by accidnt caut on fire and was burnng up; but wen

he tryd to go near, th heat was so intense that it sinjd his wiskrs,

and he crept bak tremblingly to a spot near th dor.

Then a lo, quiet voice came from th Bal of Fire, and these

wer th words it spoke:

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl. Ho ar u, and wy do u seek me?"

And th Lion ansrd, "I am a Cowrdly Lion, afraid of evrything.

I came to u to beg that u giv me curaj, so that in reality I may

becom th King of Beasts, as men cal me."

"Wy shud I giv u curaj?" demandd Oz.

"Because of al Wizrds u ar th gretst, and alone hav

powr to grant my request," ansrd th Lion.

Th Bal of Fire burnd fiercely for a time, and th voice said,

"Bring me proof that th Wiked Wich is ded, and that moment I wil

giv u curaj. But as long as th Wich livs/lives, u must remain a cowrd."

Th Lion was angry at this speech, but cud say nothing in reply,

and wile he stood silently gazing at th Bal of Fire it became

so furiusly hot that he turnd tail and rushd from th room.

He was glad to find his frends waitng for him, and told them

of his teribl intrvew with th Wizrd.

"Wat shal we do now?" askd Dorothy sadly.

"Ther is only one thing we can do," returnd th Lion, "and

that is to go to th land of th Winkies, seek out th Wiked

Wich, and destroy her."

"But supose we canot?" said th girl.

"Then I shal nevr hav curaj," declared th Lion.

"And I shal nevr hav brains," add th Scarecro.

"And I shal nevr hav a hart," spoke th Tin of Woodman.

"And I shal nevr se Ant Em and Uncl Henry," said Dorothy,

beginng to cry.

"Be careful!" cryd th green girl. "Th tears/ters wil fal on

yr green silk gown and spot it."

So Dorothy dryd her ys and said, "I supose we must try it;

but I am sure I do not want to kil anybody, even to se Ant Em again."

"I wil go with u; but I'm too much of a cowrd to kil th

Wich," said th Lion.

"I wil go too," declared th Scarecro; "but I shal not be

of much help to u, I am such a fool."

"I haven't th hart to harm even a Wich," remarkd th Tin

Woodman; "but if u go I certnly shal go with u."

Therfor it was decided to start upon ther jurny th next

mornng, and th Woodman sharpnd his ax on a green grindstone

and had al his joints proprly oild. Th Scarecro stufd

himself with fresh straw and Dorothy put new paint on his ys

that he myt se betr. Th green girl, ho was very kind to

them, fild Dorothy's basket with good things to eat, and

fasnd a litl bel around Toto's nek with a green ribn.

They went to bed quite erly and slept soundly until daylyt,

wen they wer awakend by th croing of a green cok that livd

in th bak yard of th Palace, and th caklng of a hen that had

laid a green eg.

 

 

 

12. Th Serch for th Wiked Wich

 

Th soldir with th green wiskrs led them thru th

streets of th Emrld City until they reachd th room wher th

Gardian of th Gates livd. This oficer unlokd ther spectacls

to put them bak in his gret box, and then he politely opend th

gate for our frends.

"Wich road leads/leds to th Wiked Wich of th West?" askd

Dorothy.

"Ther is no road," ansrd th Gardian of th Gates.

"No one evr wishs to go that way."

"How, then, ar we to find her?" inquired th girl.

"That wil be eazy," replyd th man, "for wen she nos u

ar in th cuntry of th Winkies she wil find u, and make u

al her slaves."

"Perhaps not," said th Scarecro, "for we mean to destroy her."

"O, that is difrnt," said th Gardian of th Gates.

"No one has evr destroyd her befor, so I natrly thot she

wud make slaves of u, as she has of th rest. But take care;

for she is wiked and fierce, and may not alow u to destroy her.

Keep to th West, wher th sun sets, and u canot fail to find her."

They thankd him and bad him good-by, and turnd toward th West,

walkng over fields of soft grass dotd here and ther with daisis

and butrcups. Dorothy stil wor th pretty silk dress she had put on

in th palace, but now, to her surprise, she found it was no longr green,

but pure wite. Th ribn around Toto's nek had also lost its green

color and was as wite as Dorothy's dress.

Th Emrld City was soon left far behind. As they advanced

th ground became rufr and hillier, for ther wer no farms nor

houses in this cuntry of th West, and th ground was untilled.

In th aftrnoon th sun shon hot in ther faces, for ther

wer no tres to ofr them shade; so that befor nyt Dorothy

and Toto and th Lion wer tired, and lay down upon th grass and

fel asleep, with th Woodman and th Scarecro keepng wach.

Now th Wiked Wich of th West had but one y, yet that was as

powrful as a telescope, and cud se evrywher. So, as she sat in

th dor of her casl, she hapnd to look around and saw Dorothy

lyng asleep, with her frends al about her. They wer a long

distnce off, but th Wiked Wich was angry to find them in her

cuntry; so she blew upon a silvr wisl that hung around her nek.

At once ther came runng to her from al directions a pak

of gret wolvs. They had long legs and fierce ys and sharp teeth.

"Go to those peple," said th Wich, "and tear/ter them to peces."

"Ar u not going to make them yr slaves?" askd th leadr

of th wolvs.

"No," she ansrd, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one is

a girl and anothr a Lion. Non of them is fit to work, so u

may tear/ter them into smal peces."

"Very wel," said th wolf, and he dashd away at ful speed,

folod by th othrs.

It was lucky th Scarecro and th Woodman wer wide awake and

herd th wolvs comng.

"This is my fyt," said th Woodman, "so get behind me and I

wil meet them as they com."

He sezed his ax, wich he had made very sharp, and as th

leadr of th wolvs came on th Tin Woodman swung his arm and

chopd th wolf's hed from its body, so that it imediatly died.

As soon as he cud rase his ax anothr wolf came up, and he also

fel undr th sharp ej of th Tin Woodman's wepn. Ther wer

forty wolvs, and forty times a wolf was kild, so that at last

they al lay ded in a heap befor th Woodman.

Then he put down his ax and sat beside th Scarecro, ho said,

"It was a good fyt, frend."

They waitd until Dorothy awoke th next mornng. Th litl

girl was quite frytnd wen she saw th gret pile of shaggy

wolvs, but th Tin Woodman told her al. She thankd him for

saving them and sat down to brekfast, aftr wich they startd

again upon ther jurny.

Now this same mornng th Wiked Wich came to th dor of her

casl and lookd out with her one y that cud se far off.

She saw al her wolvs lyng ded, and th stranjers stil

travlng thru her cuntry. This made her angrir than befor,

and she blew her silvr wisl twice.

Straitway a gret flok of wild cros came flyng toward her,

enuf to darkn th sky.

And th Wiked Wich said to th King Cro, "Fly at once to

th stranjers; pek out ther ys and tear/ter them to peces."

Th wild cros flew in one gret flok toward Dorothy and her

companions. Wen th litl girl saw them comng she was afraid.

But th Scarecro said, "This is my batl, so lie down beside

me and u wil not be harmd."

So they al lay upon th ground exept th Scarecro, and he

stood up and strechd out his arms. And wen th cros saw him

they wer frytnd, as these birds always ar by scarecrows, and

did not dare to com any near. But th King Cro said:

"It is only a stufd man. I wil pek his ys out."

Th King Cro flew at th Scarecro, ho caut it by th hed

and twistd its nek until it died. And then anothr cro flew at

him, and th Scarecro twistd its nek also. Ther wer forty

cros, and forty times th Scarecro twistd a nek, until at last

al wer lyng ded beside him. Then he cald to his companions

to rise, and again they went upon ther jurny.

Wen th Wiked Wich lookd out again and saw al her cros

lyng in a heap, she got into a teribl raje, and blew thre

times upon her silvr wisl.

Forthwith ther was herd a gret buzng in th air, and a

swarm of blak bes came flyng toward her.

"Go to th stranjers and sting them to deth!" comand

th Wich, and th bes turnd and flew rapidly until they came

to wher Dorothy and her frends wer walkng. But th Woodman

had seen them comng, and th Scarecro had decided wat to do.

"Take out my straw and scatr it over th litl girl and th

dog and th Lion," he said to th Woodman, "and th bes canot

sting them." This th Woodman did, and as Dorothy lay close beside

th Lion and held Toto in her arms, th straw covrd them entirely.

Th bes came and found no one but th Woodman to sting, so

they flew at him and broke off al ther stings against th tin,

without hurtng th Woodman at al. And as bes canot liv/live wen

ther stings ar broken that was th end of th blak bes, and

they lay scatrd thik about th Woodman, like litl heaps of

fine coal.

Then Dorothy and th Lion got up, and th girl helpd th Tin

Woodman put th straw bak into th Scarecro again, until he was

as good as evr. So they startd upon ther jurny once mor.

Th Wiked Wich was so angry wen she saw her blak bes in

litl heaps like fine coal that she stampd her foot and tor her

hair and gnashed her teeth. And then she cald a dozn of her

slaves, ho wer th Winkies, and gave them sharp spears, telng

them to go to th stranjers and destroy them.

Th Winkies wer not a brave peple, but they had to do as

they wer told. So they marchd away until they came near to

Dorothy. Then th Lion gave a gret ror and sprang towards them,

and th poor Winkies wer so frytnd that they ran bak as fast

as they cud.

Wen they returnd to th casl th Wiked Wich beat them

wel with a strap, and sent them bak to ther work, aftr wich

she sat down to think wat she shud do next. She cud not

undrstand how al her plans to destroy these stranjers had faild;

but she was a powrful Wich, as wel as a wiked one, and she soon

made up her mind how to act.

Ther was, in her cubrd, a Goldn Cap, with a circl of

diamnds and rubis runng round it. This Goldn Cap had a charm.

Hoevr ownd it cud cal thre times upon th Wingd Monkis,

ho wud obey any ordr they wer givn. But no persn

cud comand these stranje creaturs mor than thre times.

Twice alredy th Wiked Wich had used th charm of th Cap.

Once was wen she had made th Winkies her slaves, and set herself

to rule over ther cuntry. Th Wingd Monkis had helpd her

do this. Th secnd time was wen she had fot against th

Gret Oz himself, and drivn him out of th land of th West.

Th Wingd Monkis had also helpd her in doing this. Only once

mor cud she use this Goldn Cap, for wich reasn she did not

like to do so until al her othr powrs wer exaustd. But now

that her fierce wolvs and her wild cros and her stingng bes wer

gon, and her slaves had been scared away by th Cowrdly Lion,

she saw ther was only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her frends.

So th Wiked Wich took th Goldn Cap from her cubrd and

placed it upon her hed. Then she stood upon her left foot and

said soly:

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!"

Next she stood upon her ryt foot and said:

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!"

Aftr this she stood upon both feet and cryd in a loud voice:

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!"

Now th charm began to work. Th sky was darknd, and a lo

rumblng sound was herd in th air. Ther was a rushng of many

wings, a gret chatrng and lafng, and th sun came out of th

dark sky to sho th Wiked Wich suroundd by a crowd of monkis,

each with a pair of imense and powrful wings on his sholdrs.

One, much bigr than th othrs, seemd to be ther leadr.

He flew close to th Wich and said, "U hav cald us for th

third and last time. Wat do u comand?"

"Go to th stranjers ho ar within my land and destroy them

al exept th Lion," said th Wiked Wich. "Bring that beast to

me, for I hav a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work."

"Yr comands shal be obeyd," said th leadr. Then, with

a gret deal of chatrng and noise, th Wingd Monkis flew away

to th place wher Dorothy and her frends wer walkng.

Som of th Monkis sezed th Tin Woodman and carrid him

thru th air until they wer over a cuntry thikly covrd

with sharp roks. Here they dropd th poor Woodman, ho fel a

gret distnce to th roks, wher he lay so batrd and dentd

that he cud neithr move nor groan.

Othrs of th Monkis caut th Scarecro, and with ther

long fingrs puld al of th straw out of his clothes and hed.

They made his hat and boots and clothes into a smal bundl and

threw it into th top branchs of a tal tre.

Th remainng Monkis threw peces of stout rope around

th Lion and wound many coils about his body and hed and legs,

until he was unable to bite or scrach or strugl in any way.

Then they liftd him up and flew away with him to th Witch's casl,

wher he was placed in a smal yard with a hy iron fence around it,

so that he cud not escape.

But Dorothy they did not harm at al. She stood, with Toto in

her arms, wachng th sad fate of her comrads and thinkng it

wud soon be her turn. Th leadr of th Wingd Monkis flew up

to her, his long, hairy arms strechd out and his ugly face

grinng teribly; but he saw th mark of th Good Witch's kiss

upon her forhed and stopd short, motionng th othrs not to

tuch her.

"We dare not harm this litl girl," he said to them, "for she

is protectd by th Powr of Good, and that is gretr than th

Powr of Evil. Al we can do is to carry her to th casl of th

Wiked Wich and leve her ther."

So, carefuly and jently, they liftd Dorothy in ther

arms and carrid her swiftly thru th air until they came

to th casl, wher they set her down upon th front dorstep.

Then th leadr said to th Wich:

"We hav obeyd u as far as we wer able. Th Tin Woodman and

th Scarecro ar destroyd, and th Lion is tied up in yr yard.

Th litl girl we dare not harm, nor th dog she carris in her arms.

Yr powr over our band is now endd, and u wil nevr se us again."

Then al th Wingd Monkis, with much lafng and chatrng

and noise, flew into th air and wer soon out of syt.

Th Wiked Wich was both surprised and worrid wen she saw

th mark on Dorothy's forhed, for she new wel that neithr th

Wingd Monkis nor she, herself, dare hurt th girl in any way.

She lookd down at Dorothy's feet, and seing th Silvr Shoes,

began to trembl with fear, for she new wat a powrful charm

belongd to them. At first th Wich was temtd to run away from

Dorothy; but she hapnd to look into th child's ys and saw

how simpl th sol behind them was, and that th litl girl did

not no of th wondrful powr th Silvr Shoes gave her. So th

Wiked Wich lafd to herself, and thot, "I can stil make

her my slave, for she dos not no how to use her powr."

Then she said to Dorothy, harshly and severely:

"Com with me; and se that u mind evrything I tel u,

for if u do not I wil make an end of u, as I did of th Tin

Woodman and th Scarecro."

Dorothy folod her thru many of th butiful rooms in

her casl until they came to th kichn, wher th Wich bad

her clean th pots and ketls and sweep th flor and keep th

fire fed with wood.

Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as

hard as she cud; for she was glad th Wiked Wich had decided

not to kil her.

With Dorothy hard at work, th Wich thot she wud go into

th cortyard and harness th Cowrdly Lion like a horse; it wud

amuse her, she was sure, to make him draw her chariot wenevr she

wishd to go to drive. But as she opend th gate th Lion gave a

loud ror and bound at her so fiercely that th Wich was afraid,

and ran out and shut th gate again.

"If I canot harness u," said th Wich to th Lion,

speakng thru th bars of th gate, "I can starv u.

U shal hav nothing to eat until u do as I wish."

So aftr that she took no food to th imprisnd Lion;

but evry day she came to th gate at noon and askd, "Ar u

redy to be harnesd like a horse?"

And th Lion wud ansr, "No. If u com in this yard, I

wil bite u."

Th reasn th Lion did not hav to do as th Wich wishd was

that evry nyt, wile th womn was asleep, Dorothy carrid him

food from th cubrd. Aftr he had eatn he wud lie down on

his bed of straw, and Dorothy wud lie beside him and put her

hed on his soft, shaggy mane, wile they talkd of ther trubls

and tryd to plan som way to escape. But they cud find no way

to get out of th casl, for it was constntly gardd by th

yelo Winkies, ho wer th slaves of th Wiked Wich and

too afraid of her not to do as she told them.

Th girl had to work hard during th day, and ofn th Wich

thretnd to beat her with th same old umbrela she always

carrid in her hand. But, in truth, she did not dare to strike

Dorothy, because of th mark upon her forhed. Th child did not

no this, and was ful of fear for herself and Toto. Once th

Wich struk Toto a blo with her umbrela and th brave litl

dog flew at her and bit her leg in return. Th Wich did not

bleed wher she was bitn, for she was so wiked that th blod

in her had dryd up many years befor.

Dorothy's life became very sad as she grew to undrstand that

it wud be harder than evr to get bak to Kansas and Ant Em again.

Somtimes she wud cry bitrly for ours, with Toto sitng at her

feet and lookng into her face, wining dismly to sho how sorry

he was for his litl mistress. Toto did not realy care wethr

he was in Kansas or th Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him;

but he new th litl girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.

Now th Wiked Wich had a gret longng to hav for her own

th Silvr Shoes wich th girl always wor. Her bes and her

cros and her wolvs wer lyng in heaps and dryng up, and she

had used up al th powr of th Goldn Cap; but if she cud

only get hold of th Silvr Shoes, they wud giv her mor powr

than al th othr things she had lost. She wachd Dorothy carefuly,

to se if she evr took off her shoes, thinkng she myt steal them.

But th child was so proud of her pretty shoes that she nevr took

them off exept at nyt and wen she took her bath. Th Wich was

too much afraid of th dark to dare go in Dorothy's room at nyt

to take th shoes, and her dred of watr was gretr than her

fear of th dark, so she nevr came near wen Dorothy was bathng/bathing.

Indeed, th old Wich nevr tuchd watr, nor evr let watr

tuch her in any way.

But th wiked creatur was very cunng, and she finaly thot of

a trik that wud giv her wat she wantd. She placed a bar of iron

in th midl of th kichn flor, and then by her majic arts made th

iron invisbl to human ys. So that wen Dorothy walkd across th flor

she stumbld over th bar, not being able to se it, and fel at ful length.

She was not much hurt, but in her fal one of th Silvr Shoes came off; and

befor she cud reach it, th Wich had snachd it away and put it on her

own skinny foot.

Th wiked womn was gretly plesed with th success of her trik,

for as long as she had one of th shoes she ownd half th powr of

ther charm, and Dorothy cud not use it against her, even had she

nown how to do so.

Th litl girl, seing she had lost one of her pretty shoes,

grew angry, and said to th Wich, "Giv me bak my shoe!"

"I wil not," retortd th Wich, "for it is now my shoe, and

not yrs."

"U ar a wiked creatur!" cryd Dorothy. "U hav no ryt

to take my shoe from me."

"I shal keep it, just th same," said th Wich, lafng at her,

"and somday I shal get th othr one from u, too."

This made Dorothy so very angry that she pikd up th buket

of watr that stood near and dashd it over th Wich, wetng her

from hed to foot.

Instntly th wiked womn gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as

Dorothy lookd at her in wondr, th Wich began to shrink and fal away.

"Se wat u hav don!" she screamd. "In a minut/minute I shal melt away."

"I'm very sorry, indeed," said Dorothy, ho was truly frytnd to

se th Wich actuly meltng away like brown sugr befor her very ys.

"Didnt u no watr wud be th end of me?" askd th

Wich, in a wailng, despairng voice.

"Of corse not," ansrd Dorothy. "How shud I?"

"Wel, in a few minuts I shal be al meltd, and u wil

hav th casl to yrself. I hav been wiked in my day, but I

nevr thot a litl girl like u wud evr be able to melt me

and end my wiked deeds. Look out--here I go!"

With these words th Wich fel down in a brown, meltd,

shapeless mass and began to spred over th clean bords of th

kichn flor. Seing that she had realy meltd away to nothing,

Dorothy drew anothr buket of watr and threw it over th mess.

She then swept it al out th dor. Aftr pikng out th silvr

shoe, wich was al that was left of th old womn, she cleand

and dryd it with a cloth, and put it on her foot again. Then,

being at last fre to do as she chose, she ran out to th

cortyard to tel th Lion that th Wiked Wich of th West had

com to an end, and that they wer no longr prisnrs in a

stranje land.

 

 

 

13. Th Rescu

 

Th Cowrdly Lion was much plesed to hear that th Wiked

Wich had been meltd by a buket of watr, and Dorothy at once

unlokd th gate of his prisn and set him fre. They went in

togethr to th casl, wher Dorothy's first act was to cal al

th Winkies togethr and tel them that they wer no longr slaves.

Ther was gret rejoicing among th yelo Winkies, for they

had been made to work hard during many years for th Wiked Wich,

ho had always treatd them with gret cruelty. They kept this

day as a holiday, then and evr aftr, and spent th time in

feastng and dancing.

"If our frends, th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman, wer only

with us," said th Lion, "I shud be quite happy."

"Dont u supose we cud rescu them?" askd th girl anxiusly.

"We can try," ansrd th Lion.

So they cald th yelo Winkies and askd them if they wud

help to rescu ther frends, and th Winkies said that they wud

be delytd to do al in ther powr for Dorothy, ho had set them

fre from bondaj. So she chose a numbr of th Winkies ho lookd

as if they new th most, and they al startd away. They travld

that day and part of th next until they came to th rocky plain

wher th Tin Woodman lay, al batrd and bent. His ax was near him,

but th blade was rustd and th handl broken off short.

Th Winkies liftd him tendrly in ther arms, and carrid him

bak to th Yelo Casl again, Dorothy shedng a few tears/ters by

th way at th sad plyt of her old frend, and th Lion lookng

sober and sorry. Wen they reachd th casl Dorothy said to th

Winkies:

"Ar any of yr peple tinsmiths?"

"O, yes. Som of us ar very good tinsmiths," they told her.

"Then bring them to me," she said. And wen th tinsmiths came,

bringng with them al ther tools in baskets, she inquired,

"Can u straitn out those dents in th Tin Woodman, and bend him

bak into shape again, and solder him togethr wher he is broken?"

Th tinsmiths lookd th Woodman over carefuly and then

ansrd that they thot they cud mend him so he wud be as

good as evr. So they set to work in one of th big yelo rooms

of th casl and workd for thre days and four nyts, hamrng

and twistng and bendng and soldrng and polishng and poundng

at th legs and body and hed of th Tin Woodman, until at last he

was straitnd out into his old form, and his joints workd as

wel as evr. To be sure, ther wer sevrl pachs on him, but

th tinsmiths did a good job, and as th Woodman was not a vain

man he did not mind th pachs at al.

Wen, at last, he walkd into Dorothy's room and thankd her

for rescuing him, he was so plesed that he wept tears/ters of joy,

and Dorothy had to wipe evry tear/ter carefuly from his face with

her apron, so his joints wud not be rustd. At th same time

her own tears/ters fel thik and fast at th joy of meetng her old

frend again, and these tears/ters did not need to be wiped away. As

for th Lion, he wiped his ys so ofn with th tip of his tail

that it became quite wet, and he was oblijed to go out into th

cortyard and hold it in th sun til it dryd.

"If we only had th Scarecro with us again," said th

Tin Woodman, wen Dorothy had finishd telng him evrything

that had hapnd, "I shud be quite happy."

"We must try to find him," said th girl.

So she cald th Winkies to help her, and they walkd al that day

and part of th next until they came to th tal tre in th branchs of

wich th Wingd Monkis had tosd th carecrow's clothes.

It was a very tal tre, and th trunk was so smooth that no

one cud climb it; but th Woodman said at once, "I'l chop it

down, and then we can get th Scarecrow's clothes."

Now wile th tinsmiths had been at work mendng th Woodman

himself, anothr of th Winkies, ho was a goldsmith, had made an

ax-handl of solid gold and fitd it to th Woodman's ax,

insted of th old broken handl. Othrs polishd th blade until

al th rust was removed and it glisnd like burnishd silvr.

As soon as he had spoken, th Tin Woodman began to chop, and in a

short time th tre fel over with a crash, wherupon th Scarecrow's

clothes fel out of th branchs and rold off on th ground.

Dorothy pikd them up and had th Winkies carry them bak to

th casl, wher they wer stufd with nice, clean straw; and

behold! here was th Scarecro, as good as evr, thankng them

over and over again for saving him.

Now that they wer reunited, Dorothy and her frends spent a

few happy days at th Yelo Casl, wher they found evrything

they needd to make them comfrtbl.

But one day th girl thot of Ant Em, and said, "We must go

bak to Oz, and claim his promis."

"Yes," said th Woodman, "at last I shal get my hart."

"And I shal get my brains," add th Scarecro joyfuly.

"And I shal get my curaj," said th Lion thotfuly.

"And I shal get bak to Kansas," cryd Dorothy, clapng her hands.

"O, let us start for th Emrld City tomoro!"

This they decided to do. Th next day they cald th Winkies

togethr and bad them good-by. Th Winkies wer sorry to hav

them go, and they had grown so fond of th Tin Woodman that they

begd him to stay and rule over them and th Yelo Land of th West.

Findng they wer determnd to go, th Winkies gave Toto and th Lion

each a goldn colr; and to Dorothy they presentd a butiful bracelet

studd with diamnds; and to th Scarecro they gave a gold-hedd

walkng stik, to keep him from stumblng; and to th Tin Woodman they

ofrd a silvr oil-can, inlaid with gold and set with precius jewls.

Evry one of th travlrs made th Winkies a pretty speech in

return, and al shook hands with them until ther arms ached.

Dorothy went to th Witch's cubrd to fil her basket with

food for th jurny, and ther she saw th Goldn Cap. She tryd

it on her own hed and found that it fitd her exactly. She did

not no anything about th charm of th Goldn Cap, but she saw

that it was pretty, so she made up her mind to wer it and carry

her sunbonnet in th basket.

Then, being prepared for th jurny, they al startd for th

Emrld City; and th Winkies gave them thre cheers and many good

wishs to carry with them.

 

 

 

14. Th Wingd Monkis

 

U wil remembr ther was no road--not even a pathway--

between th casl of th Wiked Wich and th Emrld City.

Wen th four travlrs went in serch of th Wich she had seen

them comng, and so sent th Wingd Monkis to bring them to her.

It was much harder to find ther way bak thru th big fields

of butrcups and yelo daisis than it was being carrid.

They new, of corse, they must go strait east, toward th rising

sun; and they startd off in th ryt way. But at noon, wen th

sun was over ther heds, they did not no wich was east and

wich was west, and that was th reasn they wer lost in th

gret fields. They kept on walkng, howevr, and at nyt th

moon came out and shon brytly. So they lay down among th

sweet smelng yelo flowrs and slept soundly until mornng--

al but th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman.

Th next mornng th sun was behind a cloud, but they startd

on, as if they wer quite sure wich way they wer going.

"If we walk far enuf," said Dorothy, "I am sure we shal

somtime com to som place."

But day by day pasd away, and they stil saw nothing befor

them but th scarlet fields. Th Scarecro began to grumbl a bit.

"We hav surely lost our way," he said, "and unless we find it

again in time to reach th Emrld City, I shal nevr get my brains."

"Nor I my hart," declared th Tin Woodman. "It seems to me I

can scarcely wait til I get to Oz, and u must admit this is a

very long jurny."

"U se," said th Cowrdly Lion, with a wimpr, "I haven't th

curaj to keep trampng forevr, without getng anywher at al."

Then Dorothy lost hart. She sat down on th grass and lookd

at her companions, and they sat down and lookd at her, and Toto

found that for th first time in his life he was too tired to

chase a butrfly that flew past his hed. So he put out his

tong and pantd and lookd at Dorothy as if to ask wat they

shud do next.

"Supose we cal th field mice," she sujestd. "They cud

probbly tel us th way to th Emrld City."

"To be sure they cud," cryd th Scarecro. "Wy didnt we

think of that befor?"

Dorothy blew th litl wisl she had always carrid about

her nek since th Queen of th Mice had givn it to her. In a

few minuts they herd th patrng of tiny feet, and many of th

smal gray mice came runng up to her. Among them was th Queen

herself, ho askd, in her squeaky litl voice:

"Wat can I do for my frends?"

"We hav lost our way," said Dorothy. "Can u tel us wher

th Emrld City is?"

"Certnly," ansrd th Queen; "but it is a gret way off,

for u hav had it at yr baks al this time." Then she

noticed Dorothy's Goldn Cap, and said, "Wy dont u use th

charm of th Cap, and cal th Wingd Monkis to u? They wil

carry u to th City of Oz in less than an our."

"I didnt no ther was a charm," ansrd Dorothy, in

surprise. "Wat is it?"

"It is ritn inside th Goldn Cap," replyd th Queen of

th Mice. "But if u ar going to cal th Wingd Monkis we

must run away, for they ar ful of mischif and think it gret

fun to plage us."

"Wont they hurt me?" askd th girl anxiusly.

"O, no. They must obey th werr of th Cap. Good-by!"

And she scamprd out of syt, with al th mice hurrying aftr her.

Dorothy lookd inside th Goldn Cap and saw som words ritn

upon th lining. These, she thot, must be th charm, so she read/red

th directions carefuly and put th Cap upon her hed.

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" she said, standng on her left foot.

"Wat did u say?" askd th Scarecro, ho did not no wat

she was doing.

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" Dorothy went on, standng this time

on her ryt foot.

"Helo!" replyd th Tin Woodman calmly.

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" said Dorothy, ho was now standng on

both feet. This endd th sayng of th charm, and they herd a

gret chatrng and flapng of wings, as th band of Wingd

Monkis flew up to them.

Th King boed/bowd lo befor Dorothy, and askd, "Wat is yr comand?"

"We wish to go to th Emrld City," said th child, "and we hav

lost our way."

"We wil carry u," replyd th King, and no soonr had he

spoken than two of th Monkis caut Dorothy in ther arms and

flew away with her. Othrs took th Scarecro and th Woodman and

th Lion, and one litl Monky sezed Toto and flew aftr them,

altho th dog tryd hard to bite him.

Th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman wer rathr frytnd at

first, for they remembrd how badly th Wingd Monkis had

treatd them befor; but they saw that no harm was intendd, so

they rode thru th air quite cheerfuly, and had a fine time

lookng at th pretty gardns and woods far belo them.

Dorothy found herself riding esily between two of th bigst

Monkis, one of them th King himself. They had made a chair of

ther hands and wer careful not to hurt her.

"Wy do u hav to obey th charm of th Goldn Cap?" she askd.

"That is a long story," ansrd th King, with a Wingd laf;

"but as we hav a long jurny befor us, I wil pass th time by

telng u about it, if u wish."

"I shal be glad to hear it," she replyd.

"Once," began th leadr, "we wer a fre peple, livng happily

in th gret forest, flyng from tre to tre, eatng nuts and fruit,

and doing just as we plesed without calng anybody mastr. Perhaps

som of us wer rathr too ful of mischif at times, flyng down to

pul th tails of th anmls that had no wings, chasing birds, and

throing nuts at th peple ho walkd in th forest. But we wer

careless and happy and ful of fun, and enjoyd evry minut/minute of th day.

This was many years ago, long befor Oz came out of th clouds to rule

over this land.

"Ther livd here then, away at th North, a butiful princess,

ho was also a powrful sorceress. Al her majic was used to help

th peple, and she was nevr nown to hurt anyone ho was good.

Her name was Gayelette, and she livd in a hansm palace bilt

from gret bloks of ruby. Evryone lovd her, but her gretst

soro was that she cud find no one to lov in return, since al

th men wer much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so butiful

and wise. At last, howevr, she found a boy ho was hansm and

manly and wise beyond his years. Gayelette made up her mind that

wen he grew to be a man she wud make him her husbnd, so she

took him to her ruby palace and used al her majic powrs to

make him as strong and good and lovly as any womn cud wish.

Wen he grew to manhood, Quelala, as he was cald, was said to

be th best and wisest man in al th land, wile his manly buty

was so gret that Gayelette lovd him dearly, and hasend to make

evrything redy for th wedng.

"My granfathr was at that time th King of th Wingd Monkis

wich livd in th forest near Gayelette's palace, and th old felo

lovd a joke betr than a good dinr. One day, just befor th wedng,

my granfathr was flyng out with his band wen he saw Quelala walkng

beside th rivr. He was dresd in a rich costume of pink silk and

purpl velvet, and my granfathr thot he wud se wat he cud do.

At his word th band flew down and sezed Quelala, carrid him in ther

arms until they wer over th midl of th rivr, and then dropd him

into th watr.

"`Swim out, my fine felo,' cryd my granfathr, `and se if

th watr has spotd yr clothes.' Quelala was much too wise

not to swim, and he was not in th least spoild by al his good

fortune. He lafd, wen he came to th top of th watr, and

swam in to shor. But wen Gayelette came runng out to him she

found his silks and velvet al ruind by th rivr.

"Th princess was angry, and she new, of corse, ho did it.

She had al th Wingd Monkis brot befor her, and she said at

first that ther wings shud be tied and they shud be treatd

as they had treatd Quelala, and dropd in th rivr. But my

granfathr pleadd hard, for he new th Monkis wud drown in

th rivr with ther wings tied, and Quelala said a kind word for

them also; so that Gayelette finaly spared them, on condition

that th Wingd Monkis shud evr aftr do thre times th

bidng of th ownr of th Goldn Cap. This Cap had been made

for a wedng presnt/present to Quelala, and it is said to hav cost th

princess half her kingdm. Of corse my granfathr and al th

othr Monkis at once agreed to th condition, and that is how it

hapns that we ar thre times th slaves of th ownr of th

Goldn Cap, hosoevr he may be."

"And wat became of them?" askd Dorothy, ho had been gretly

intrestd in th story.

"Quelala being th first ownr of th Goldn Cap," replyd

th Monky, "he was th first to lay his wishs upon us. As his

bride cud not ber th syt of us, he cald us al to him in

th forest aftr he had marrid her and ordrd us always to keep

wher she cud nevr again set ys on a Wingd Monky, wich we

wer glad to do, for we wer al afraid of her.

"This was al we evr had to do until th Goldn Cap fel into

th hands of th Wiked Wich of th West, ho made us enslave th

Winkies, and aftrwrd drive Oz himself out of th Land of th

West. Now th Goldn Cap is yrs, and thre times u hav th

ryt to lay yr wishs upon us."

As th Monky King finishd his story Dorothy lookd down

and saw th green, shining wals of th Emrld City befor them.

She wondrd at th rapid flyt of th Monkis, but was glad th

jurny was over. Th stranje creaturs set th travlrs down

carefuly befor th gate of th City, th King boed/bowd lo to

Dorothy, and then flew swiftly away, folod by al his band.

"That was a good ride," said th litl girl.

"Yes, and a quik way out of our trubls," replyd th Lion.

"How lucky it was u brot away that wondrful Cap!"

 

 

 

15. Th Discovry of Oz, th Teribl

 

Th four travlrs walkd up to th gret gate of Emrld City

and rang th bel. Aftr ringng sevrl times, it was opend by

th same Gardian of th Gates they had met befor.

"Wat! ar u bak again?" he askd, in surprise.

"Do u not se us?" ansrd th Scarecro.

"But I thot u had gon to visit th Wiked Wich of th West."

"We did visit her," said th Scarecro.

"And she let u go again?" askd th man, in wondr.

"She cud not help it, for she is meltd," explaind th Scarecro.

"Meltd! Wel, that is good news, indeed," said th man.

"Ho meltd her?"

"It was Dorothy," said th Lion gravely.

"Good gracius!" exclaimd th man, and he boed/bowd very lo indeed

befor her.

Then he led them into his litl room and lokd th spectacls

from th gret box on al ther ys, just as he had don befor.

Aftrwrd they pasd on thru th gate into th Emrld City.

Wen th peple herd from th Gardian of th Gates that Dorothy

had meltd th Wiked Wich of th West, they al gathrd around

th travlrs and folod them in a gret crowd to th Palace of Oz.

Th soldir with th green wiskrs was stil on gard befor

th dor, but he let them in at once, and they wer again met by

th butiful green girl, ho showd each of them to ther old

rooms at once, so they myt rest until th Gret Oz was redy to

receve them.

Th soldir had th news carrid strait to Oz that Dorothy

and th othr travlrs had com bak again, aftr destroyng th

Wiked Wich; but Oz made no reply. They thot th Gret Wizrd

wud send for them at once, but he did not. They had no word

from him th next day, nor th next, nor th next. Th waitng

was tiresm and werng, and at last they grew vexd that Oz

shud treat them in so poor a fashn, aftr sendng them to

undrgo hardships and slavery. So th Scarecro at last askd th

green girl to take anothr messaj to Oz, sayng if he did not

let them in to se him at once they wud cal th Wingd Monkis

to help them, and find out wethr he kept his promises or not.

Wen th Wizrd was givn this messaj he was so frytnd that he

sent word for them to com to th Throne Room at four minuts aftr

nine oclok th next mornng. He had once met th Wingd Monkis

in th Land of th West, and he did not wish to meet them again.

Th four travlrs pasd a sleepless nyt, each thinkng of th

gift Oz had promisd to besto on him. Dorothy fel asleep only once,

and then she dreamd she was in Kansas, wher Ant Em was telng her

how glad she was to hav her litl girl at home again.

Promtly at nine oclok th next mornng th green-wiskrd

soldir came to them, and four minuts later they al went into

th Throne Room of th Gret Oz.

Of corse each one of them expectd to se th Wizrd in th shape

he had taken befor, and al wer gretly surprised wen they lookd

about and saw no one at al in th room. They kept close to th dor

and closer to one anothr, for th stilness of th emty room was mor

dredful than any of th forms they had seen Oz take.

Presntly they herd a solem Voice, that seemd to com from

somwher near th top of th gret dome, and it said:

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl. Wy do u seek me?"

They lookd again in evry part of th room, and then, seing

no one, Dorothy askd, "Wher ar u?"

"I am evrywher," ansrd th Voice, "but to th ys of

comn mortls I am invisbl. I wil now seat myself upon my

throne, that u may converse/convrse with me." Indeed, th Voice seemd

just then to com strait from th throne itself; so they walkd

toward it and stood in a ro/row wile Dorothy said:

"We hav com to claim our promis, O Oz."

"Wat promis?" askd Oz.

"U promisd to send me bak to Kansas wen th Wiked Wich

was destroyd," said th girl.

"And u promisd to giv me brains," said th Scarecro.

"And u promisd to giv me a hart," said th Tin Woodman.

"And u promisd to giv me curaj," said th Cowrdly Lion.

"Is th Wiked Wich realy destroyd?" askd th Voice,

and Dorothy thot it trembld a litl.

"Yes," she ansrd, "I meltd her with a buket of watr."

"Dear me," said th Voice, "how sudn! Wel, com to me

tomoro, for I must hav time to think it over."

"U'v had plenty of time alredy," said th Tin Woodman angrily.

"We shant wait a day longr," said th Scarecro.

"U must keep yr promises to us!" exclaimd Dorothy.

Th Lion thot it myt be as wel to frytn th Wizrd,

so he gave a larj, loud ror, wich was so fierce and dredful

that Toto jumpd away from him in alarm and tipd over th screen

that stood in a cornr. As it fel with a crash they lookd

that way, and th next moment al of them wer fild with wondr.

For they saw, standng in just th spot th screen had hidn,

a litl old man, with a bald hed and a rinkld face, ho seemd

to be as much surprised as they wer. Th Tin Woodman, rasing

his ax, rushd toward th litl man and cryd out, "Ho ar u?"

"I am Oz, th Gret and Teribl," said th litl man, in a

tremblng voice. "But dont strike me--plese dont--and I'l

do anything u want me to."

Our frends lookd at him in surprise and dismay.

"I thot Oz was a gret Hed," said Dorothy.

"And I thot Oz was a lovly Lady," said th Scarecro.

"And I thot Oz was a teribl Beast," said th Tin Woodman.

"And I thot Oz was a Bal of Fire," exclaimd th Lion.

"No, u ar al rong," said th litl man meekly. "I hav

been making beleve."

"Making beleve!" cryd Dorothy. "Ar u not a Gret Wizrd?"

"Hush, my dear," he said. "Dont speak so loud, or u wil be

overherd--and I shud be ruind. I'm suposed to be a Gret Wizrd."

"And arnt u?" she askd.

"Not a bit of it, my dear; I'm just a comn man."

"U'r mor than that," said th Scarecro, in a greved tone;

"u'r a humbug."

"Exactly so!" declared th litl man, rubng his hands

togethr as if it plesed him. "I am a humbug."

"But this is teribl," said th Tin Woodman. "How shal I

evr get my hart?"

"Or I my curaj?" askd th Lion.

"Or I my brains?" waild th Scarecro, wiping th tears/ters from

his ys with his coat sleve.

"My dear frends," said Oz, "I pray u not to speak of these

litl things. Think of me, and th teribl trubl I'm in at

being found out."

"Dosnt anyone else no u'r a humbug?" askd Dorothy.

"No one nos it but u four--and myself," replyd Oz. "I

hav foold evryone so long that I thot I shud nevr be

found out. It was a gret mistake my evr letng u into th

Throne Room. Usuly I wil not se even my subjects, and so they

beleve I am somthing teribl."

"But, I dont undrstand," said Dorothy, in bewildrmnt.

"How was it that u apeard to me as a gret Hed?"

"That was one of my triks," ansrd Oz. "Step this way,

plese, and I wil tel u al about it."

He led th way to a smal chamber in th rear of th Throne

Room, and they al folod him. He pointd to one cornr, in

wich lay th gret Hed, made out of many thiknesses of paper,

and with a carefuly paintd face.

"This I hung from th ceilng by a wire," said Oz. "I stood

behind th screen and puld a thred, to make th ys move and

th mouth open."

"But how about th voice?" she inquired.

"O, I am a ventriloquist," said th litl man. "I can thro

th sound of my voice wherevr I wish, so that u thot it was

comng out of th Hed. Here ar th othr things I used to

deceve u." He showd th Scarecro th dress and th mask he

had worn wen he seemd to be th lovly Lady. And th Tin

Woodman saw that his teribl Beast was nothing but a lot of

skins, sewn togethr, with slats to keep ther sides out. As for

th Bal of Fire, th false Wizrd had hung that also from th

ceilng. It was realy a bal of cotn, but wen oil was pord

upon it th bal burnd fiercely.

"Realy," said th Scarecro, "u ot to be ashamed of

yrself for being such a humbug."

"I am--I certnly am," ansrd th litl man sorofuly;

"but it was th only thing I cud do. Sit down, plese, ther

ar plenty of chairs; and I wil tel u my story."

So they sat down and lisnd wile he told th foloing tale.

"I was born in Omaha--"

"Wy, that isnt very far from Kansas!" cryd Dorothy.

"No, but it's farthr from here," he said, shaking his hed at

her sadly. "Wen I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that

I was very wel traind by a gret mastr. I can imitate any kind

of a bird or beast." Here he mewd so like a kitn that Toto

prikd up his ears and lookd evrywher to se wher she was.

"Aftr a time," continud Oz, "I tired of that, and became a

balloonist."

"Wat is that?" askd Dorothy.

"A man ho gos up in a baloon on circus day, so as to draw a

crowd of peple togethr and get them to pay to se th circus,"

he explaind.

"O," she said, "I no."

"Wel, one day I went up in a baloon and th ropes got

twistd, so that I cudnt com down again. It went way up abov

th clouds, so far that a curent of air struk it and carrid it

many, many miles away. For a day and a nyt I travld thru

th air, and on th mornng of th secnd day I awoke and found

th baloon floatng over a stranje and butiful cuntry.

"It came down graduly, and I was not hurt a bit. But I

found myself in th midst of a stranje peple, ho, seing me com

from th clouds, thot I was a gret Wizrd. Of corse I let

them think so, because they wer afraid of me, and promisd to do

anything I wishd them to.

"Just to amuse myself, and keep th good peple busy, I

ordrd them to bild this City, and my Palace; and they did it

al wilngly and wel. Then I thot, as th cuntry was so

green and butiful, I wud cal it th Emrld City; and to make

th name fit betr I put green spectacls on al th peple, so

that evrything they saw was green."

"But isnt evrything here green?" askd Dorothy.

"No mor than in any othr city," replyd Oz; "but wen u

wer green spectacls, wy of corse evrything u se looks

green to u. Th Emrld City was bilt a gret many years ago,

for I was a yung man wen th baloon brot me here, and I am a

very old man now. But my peple hav worn green glasses on ther

ys so long that most of them think it realy is an Emrld City,

and it certnly is a butiful place, aboundng in jewls and

precius metls, and evry good thing that is needd to make

one happy. I hav been good to th peple, and they like me;

but evr since this Palace was bilt, I hav shut myself up

and wud not se any of them.

"One of my gretst fears was th Wichs, for wile I had no

majicl powrs at al I soon found out that th Wichs wer

realy able to do wondrful things. Ther wer four of them in

this cuntry, and they ruled th peple ho liv/live in th North and

South and East and West. Fortunatly, th Wichs of th North

and South wer good, and I new they wud do me no harm; but th

Wichs of th East and West wer teribly wiked, and had they

not thot I was mor powrful than they themselvs, they wud

surely hav destroyd me. As it was, I livd in dedly fear of

them for many years; so u can imajn how plesed I was wen

I herd yr house had falen on th Wiked Wich of th East.

Wen u came to me, I was wilng to promis anything if u

wud only do away with th othr Wich; but, now that u hav

meltd her, I am ashamed to say that I canot keep my promises."

"I think u ar a very bad man," said Dorothy.

"O, no, my dear; I'm realy a very good man, but I'm a very

bad Wizrd, I must admit."

"Cant u giv me brains?" askd th Scarecro.

"U dont need them. U ar lernng somthing evry day.

A baby has brains, but it dosnt no much. Experience is th

only thing that brings nolej, and th longr u ar on erth

th mor experience u ar sure to get."

"That may al be tru," said th Scarecro, "but I shal be

very unhappy unless u giv me brains."

Th false Wizrd lookd at him carefuly.

"Wel," he said with a sy, "I'm not much of a majician,

as I said; but if u wil com to me tomoro mornng, I wil

stuf yr hed with brains. I canot tel u how to use them,

howevr; u must find that out for yrself."

"O, thank u--thank u!" cryd th Scarecro. "I'l find

a way to use them, nevr fear!"

"But how about my curaj?" askd th Lion anxiusly.

"U hav plenty of curaj, I am sure," ansrd Oz. "Al u need

is confidnce in yrself. Ther is no livng thing that is not afraid

wen it faces danjer. Th Tru curaj is in facing danjer wen u ar

afraid, and that kind of curaj u hav in plenty."

"Perhaps I hav, but I'm scared just th same," said th Lion.

"I shal realy be very unhappy unless u giv me th sort of

curaj that makes one forget he is afraid."

"Very wel, I wil giv u that sort of curaj tomoro,"

replyd Oz.

"How about my hart?" askd th Tin Woodman.

"Wy, as for that," ansrd Oz, "I think u ar rong to

want a hart. It makes most peple unhappy. If u only new it,

u ar in luk not to hav a hart."

"That must be a matr of opinion," said th Tin Woodman.

"For my part, I wil ber al th unhappiness without a murmr,

if u wil giv me th hart."

"Very wel," ansrd Oz meekly. "Com to me tomoro and u

shal hav a hart. I hav playd Wizrd for so many years that I

may as wel continu th part a litl longr."

"And now," said Dorothy, "how am I to get bak to Kansas?"

"We shal hav to think about that," replyd th litl man.

"Giv me two or thre days to considr th matr and I'l try to

find a way to carry u over th desert/desrt. In th meantime u

shal al be treatd as my gests, and wile u liv/live in th Palace

my peple wil wait upon u and obey yr slytst wish. Ther is

only one thing I ask in return for my help--such as it is. U must

keep my secret and tel no one I am a humbug."

They agreed to say nothing of wat they had lernd/lerned, and went

bak to ther rooms in hy spirits. Even Dorothy had hope that

"Th Gret and Teribl Humbug," as she cald him, wud find a

way to send her bak to Kansas, and if he did she was wilng to

forgiv him evrything.

 

 

 

16. Th Majic Art of th Gret Humbug

 

Next mornng th Scarecro said to his frends:

"Congratulate me. I am going to Oz to get my brains at last.

Wen I return I shal be as othr men ar."

"I hav always liked u as u wer," said Dorothy simply.

"It is kind of u to like a Scarecro," he replyd. "But surely

u wil think mor of me wen u hear th splendid thots my new

brain is going to turn out." Then he said good-by to them al in a

cheerful voice and went to th Throne Room, wher he rapd upon th dor.

"Com in," said Oz.

Th Scarecro went in and found th litl man sitng down by

th windo, engajed in dep thot.

"I hav com for my brains," remarkd th Scarecro, a litl unesily.

"O, yes; sit down in that chair, plese," replyd Oz. "U must

excuse me for taking yr hed off, but I shal hav to do it in ordr

to put yr brains in ther propr place."

"That's al ryt," said th Scarecro. "U ar quite welcm to take

my hed off, as long as it wil be a betr one wen u put it on again."

So th Wizrd unfasnd his hed and emtid out th straw.

Then he entrd th bak room and took up a measur of bran, wich

he mixd with a gret many pins and needls. Havng shaken them

togethr thoroly, he fild th top of th Scarecrow's hed with

th mixtur and stufd th rest of th space with straw, to hold

it in place.

Wen he had fasnd th Scarecrow's hed on his body again he

said to him, "Hereaftr u wil be a gret man, for I hav givn

u a lot of bran-new brains."

Th Scarecro was both plesed and proud at th fulfilmnt of

his gretst wish, and havng thankd Oz warmly he went bak to

his frends.

Dorothy lookd at him curiusly. His hed was quite buljd

out at th top with brains.

"How do u feel?" she askd.

"I feel wise indeed," he ansrd ernestly. "Wen I get used

to my brains I shal no evrything."

"Wy ar those needls and pins stikng out of yr hed?"

askd th Tin Woodman.

"That is proof that he is sharp," remarkd th Lion.

"Wel, I must go to Oz and get my hart," said th Woodman.

So he walkd to th Throne Room and nokd at th dor.

"Com in," cald Oz, and th Woodman entrd and said,

"I hav com for my hart."

"Very wel," ansrd th litl man. "But I shal hav to cut

a hole in yr brest, so I can put yr hart in th ryt place.

I hope it wont hurt u."

"O, no," ansrd th Woodman. "I shal not feel it at al."

So Oz brot a pair of tinsmith's shears and cut a smal,

square hole in th left side of th Tin Woodman's brest.

Then, going to a chest of drawrs, he took out a pretty hart,

made entirely of silk and stufd with sawdust.

"Isnt it a buty?" he askd.

"It is, indeed!" replyd th Woodman, ho was gretly plesed.

"But is it a kind hart?"

"O, very!" ansrd Oz. He put th hart in th Woodman's

brest and then replaced th square of tin, soldrng it neatly

togethr wher it had been cut.

"Ther," said he; "now u hav a hart that any man myt be

proud of. I'm sorry I had to put a pach on yr brest, but it

realy cudnt be helpd."

"Nevr mind th pach," exclaimd th happy Woodman. "I am

very grateful to u, and shal nevr forget yr kindness."

"Dont speak of it," replyd Oz.

Then th Tin Woodman went bak to his frends, ho wishd him

evry joy on acount of his good fortune.

Th Lion now walkd to th Throne Room and nokd at th dor.

"Com in," said Oz.

"I hav com for my curaj," anounced th Lion, entrng th room.

"Very wel," ansrd th litl man; "I wil get it for u."

He went to a cubrd and reachng up to a hy shelf took

down a square green botl, th contnts of wich he pord into

a green-gold dish, butifuly carvd. Placing this befor th

Cowrdly Lion, ho snifd at it as if he did not like it, th

Wizrd said:

"Drink."

"Wat is it?" askd th Lion.

"Wel," ansrd Oz, "if it wer inside of u, it wud be curaj.

U no, of corse, that curaj is always inside one; so that this

realy canot be cald curaj until u hav swalod it. Therfor

I advise u to drink it as soon as posbl."

Th Lion hesitated no longr, but drank til th dish was emty.

"How do u feel now?" askd Oz.

"Ful of curaj," replyd th Lion, ho went joyfuly bak to

his frends to tel them of his good fortune.

Oz, left to himself, smiled to think of his success in givng

th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman and th Lion exactly wat they

thot they wantd. "How can I help being a humbug," he said,

"wen al these peple make me do things that evrybody nos

cant be don? It was eazy to make th Scarecro and th Lion

and th Woodman happy, because they imajnd I cud do anything.

But it wil take mor than imajnation to carry Dorothy bak

to Kansas, and I'm sure I dont no how it can be don."

 

 

 

17. How th Baloon Was Launchd

 

 

For thre days Dorothy herd nothing from Oz. These wer sad

days for th litl girl, altho her frends wer al quite

happy and contentd. Th Scarecro told them ther wer wondrful

thots in his hed; but he wud not say wat they wer because

he new no one cud undrstand them but himself. Wen th Tin

Woodman walkd about he felt his hart ratlng around in his

brest; and he told Dorothy he had discovrd it to be a kindr

and mor tendr hart than th one he had ownd wen he was made

of flesh. Th Lion declared he was afraid of nothing on erth,

and wud gladly face an army or a dozn of th fierce Kalidahs.

Thus each of th litl party was satisfyd exept Dorothy,

ho longd mor than evr to get bak to Kansas.

On th fourth day, to her gret joy, Oz sent for her, and wen

she entrd th Throne Room he greetd her plesntly:

"Sit down, my dear; I think I hav found th way to get u

out of this cuntry."

"And bak to Kansas?" she askd eagrly.

"Wel, I'm not sure about Kansas," said Oz, "for I haven't th

faintst notion wich way it lies. But th first thing to do is to

cross th desert/desrt, and then it shud be eazy to find yr way home."

"How can I cross th desert/desrt?" she inquired.

"Wel, I'l tel u wat I think," said th litl man.

"U se, wen I came to this cuntry it was in a baloon. U also

came thru th air, being carrid by a cyclone. So I beleve

th best way to get across th desert/desrt wil be thru th air.

Now, it is quite beyond my powrs to make a cyclone; but I'v been

thinkng th matr over, and I beleve I can make a baloon."

"How?" askd Dorothy.

"A baloon," said Oz, "is made of silk, wich is coatd with

glu to keep th gas in it. I hav plenty of silk in th Palace,

so it wil be no trubl to make th baloon. But in al this

cuntry ther is no gas to fil th baloon with, to make it float."

"If it wont float," remarkd Dorothy, "it wil be of no use to us."

"Tru," ansrd Oz. "But ther is anothr way to make it

float, wich is to fil it with hot air. Hot air isnt as good as

gas, for if th air shud get cold th baloon wud com down in

th desert/desrt, and we shud be lost."

"We!" exclaimd th girl. "Ar u going with me?"

"Yes, of corse," replyd Oz. "I am tired of being such a humbug.

If I shud go out of this Palace my peple wud soon discovr I am not

a Wizrd, and then they wud be vexd with me for havng deceved them.

So I hav to stay shut up in these rooms al day, and it gets tiresm.

I'd much rathr go bak to Kansas with u and be in a circus again."

"I shal be glad to hav yr compny," said Dorothy.

"Thank u," he ansrd. "Now, if u wil help me sew th

silk togethr, we wil begin to work on our baloon."

So Dorothy took a needl and thred, and as fast as Oz cut th

strips of silk into propr shape th girl sewd them neatly togethr.

First ther was a strip of lyt green silk, then a strip of dark green

and then a strip of emrld green; for Oz had a fancy to make th baloon

in difrnt shades of th color about them. It took thre days to sew

al th strips togethr, but wen it was finishd they had a big bag of

green silk mor than twenty feet long.

Then Oz paintd it on th inside with a coat of thin glu, to make

it airtyt, aftr wich he anounced that th baloon was redy.

"But we must hav a basket to ride in," he said. So he sent

th soldir with th green wiskrs for a big clothes basket,

wich he fasnd with many ropes to th botm of th baloon.

Wen it was al redy, Oz sent word to his peple that he was

going to make a visit to a gret brothr Wizrd ho livd in th clouds.

Th news spred rapidly thruout th city and evryone came to se th

wondrful syt.

Oz ordrd th baloon carrid out in front of th Palace,

and th peple gazed upon it with much curiosity. Th Tin Woodman

had chopd a big pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it,

and Oz held th botm of th baloon over th fire so that th

hot air that arose from it wud be caut in th silkn bag.

Graduly th baloon sweld out and rose into th air, until

finaly th basket just tuchd th ground.

Then Oz got into th basket and said to al th peple in a

loud voice:

"I am now going away to make a visit. Wile I am gon th

Scarecro wil rule over u. I comand u to obey him as u

wud me."

Th baloon was by this time tugng hard at th rope that

held it to th ground, for th air within it was hot, and this

made it so much lytr in weit than th air without that it

puld hard to rise into th sky.

"Com, Dorothy!" cryd th Wizrd. "Hurry up, or th baloon

wil fly away."

"I cant find Toto anywher," replyd Dorothy, ho did not

wish to leve her litl dog behind. Toto had run into th crowd

to bark at a kitn, and Dorothy at last found him. She pikd

him up and ran towards th baloon.

She was within a few steps of it, and Oz was holdng out his

hands to help her into th basket, wen, crak! went th ropes,

and th baloon rose into th air without her.

"Com bak!" she screamd. "I want to go, too!"

"I cant com bak, my dear," cald Oz from th basket.

"Good-by!"

"Good-by!" shoutd evryone, and al ys wer turnd upwrd

to wher th Wizrd was riding in th basket, rising evry moment

farthr and farthr into th sky.

And that was th last any of them evr saw of Oz, th

Wondrful Wizrd, tho he may hav reachd Omaha safely,

and be ther now, for al we no. But th peple remembrd

him lovngly, and said to one anothr:

"Oz was always our frend. Wen he was here he bilt for us

this butiful Emrld City, and now he is gon he has left th

Wise Scarecro to rule over us."

Stil, for many days they greved over th loss of th

Wondrful Wizrd, and wud not be comfrtd.

 

 

 

18. Away to th South

 

 

Dorothy wept bitrly at th pasng of her hope to get home

to Kansas again; but wen she thot it al over she was glad she

had not gon up in a baloon. And she also felt sorry at losing

Oz, and so did her companions.

Th Tin Woodman came to her and said:

"Truly I shud be ungrateful if I faild to morn for th

man ho gave me my lovly hart. I shud like to cry a litl

because Oz is gon, if u wil kindly wipe away my tears/ters, so that

I shal not rust."

"With plesur," she ansrd, and brot a towl at once.

Then th Tin Woodman wept for sevrl minuts, and she wachd th

tears/ters carefuly and wiped them away with th towl. Wen he had

finishd, he thankd her kindly and oild himself thoroly with

his jewld oil-can, to gard against mishap.

Th Scarecro was now th ruler of th Emrld City,

and altho he was not a Wizrd th peple wer proud of him.

"For," they said, "ther is not anothr city in al th world

that is ruled by a stufd man." And, so far as they new,

they wer quite ryt.

Th mornng aftr th baloon had gon up with Oz, th

four travlrs met in th Throne Room and talkd matrs over.

Th Scarecro sat in th big throne and th othrs stood

respectfuly befor him.

"We ar not so unlucky," said th new ruler, "for this Palace

and th Emrld City belong to us, and we can do just as we plese.

Wen I remembr that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's

cornfield, and that now I am th ruler of this butiful City, I am

quite satisfyd with my lot."

"I also," said th Tin Woodman, "am wel-plesed with my new hart;

and, realy, that was th only thing I wishd in al th world."

"For my part, I am content in noing I am as brave as any

beast that evr livd, if not braver," said th Lion modestly.

"If Dorothy wud only be contentd to liv/live in th Emrld City,"

continud th Scarecro, "we myt al be happy togethr."

"But I dont want to liv/live here," cryd Dorothy. "I want to go

to Kansas, and liv/live with Ant Em and Uncl Henry."

"Wel, then, wat can be don?" inquired th Woodman.

Th Scarecro decided to think, and he thot so hard that th

pins and needls began to stik out of his brains. Finaly he said:

"Wy not cal th Wingd Monkis, and ask them to carry u

over th desert/desrt?"

"I nevr thot of that!" said Dorothy joyfuly. "It's just

th thing. I'l go at once for th Goldn Cap."

Wen she brot it into th Throne Room she spoke th majic

words, and soon th band of Wingd Monkis flew in thru th

open windo and stood beside her.

"This is th secnd time u hav cald us," said th Monky

King, bowng/boing befor th litl girl. "Wat do u wish?"

"I want u to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy.

But th Monky King shook his hed.

"That canot be don," he said. "We belong to this cuntry alone,

and canot leve it. Ther has nevr been a Wingd Monky in Kansas yet,

and I supose ther nevr wil be, for they dont belong ther. We shal

be glad to serv u in any way in our powr, but we canot cross th desert/desrt.

Good-by."

And with anothr bo, th Monky King spred his wings and

flew away thru th windo, folod by al his band.

Dorothy was redy to cry with disapointmnt. "I hav wasted

th charm of th Goldn Cap to no purpos," she said, "for th

Wingd Monkis canot help me."

"It is certnly too bad!" said th tendr-hartd Woodman.

Th Scarecro was thinkng again, and his hed buljd out so

horibly that Dorothy feard it wud burst.

"Let us cal in th soldir with th green wiskrs," he said,

"and ask his advice."

So th soldir was sumnd and entrd th Throne Room

timidly, for wile Oz was alive he nevr was alowd to com

farthr than th dor.

"This litl girl," said th Scarecro to th soldir,

"wishs to cross th desert/desrt. How can she do so?"

"I canot tel," ansrd th soldir, "for nobody has evr

crosd th desert/desrt, unless it is Oz himself."

"Is ther no one ho can help me?" askd Dorothy ernestly.

"Glinda myt," he sujestd.

"Ho is Glinda?" inquired th Scarecro.

"Th Wich of th South. She is th most powrful of al th

Wichs, and rules over th Quadlings. Besides, her casl stands

on th ej of th desert/desrt, so she may no a way to cross it."

"Glinda is a Good Wich, isnt she?" askd th child.

"Th Quadlings think she is good," said th soldir, "and she

is kind to evryone. I hav herd that Glinda is a butiful womn,

ho nos how to keep yung in spite of th many years she has livd."

"How can I get to her casl?" askd Dorothy.

"Th road is strait to th South," he ansrd, "but it is

said to be ful of danjers to travlrs. Ther ar wild beasts in

th woods, and a race of queer men ho do not like stranjers to

cross ther cuntry. For this reasn non of th Quadlings evr

com to th Emrld City."

Th soldir then left them and th Scarecro said:

"It seems, in spite of danjers, that th best thing Dorothy

can do is to travl to th Land of th South and ask Glinda to

help her. For, of corse, if Dorothy stays here she wil nevr

get bak to Kansas."

"U must hav been thinkng again," remarkd th Tin Woodman.

"I hav," said th Scarecro.

"I shal go with Dorothy," declared th Lion, "for I am

tired of yr city and long for th woods and th cuntry again.

I am realy a wild beast, u no. Besides, Dorothy wil need

somone to protect her."

"That is tru," agreed th Woodman. "My ax may be of service

to her; so I also wil go with her to th Land of th South."

"Wen shal we start?" askd th Scarecro.

"Ar u going?" they askd, in surprise.

"Certnly. If it wasnt for Dorothy I shud nevr hav had brains.

She liftd me from th pole in th cornfield and brot me to th

Emrld City. So my good luk is al du to her, and I shal nevr

leve her until she starts bak to Kansas for good and al."

"Thank u," said Dorothy gratefuly. "U ar al very kind

to me. But I shud like to start as soon as posbl."

"We shal go tomoro mornng," returnd th Scarecro. "So

now let us al get redy, for it wil be a long jurny."

 

 

 

19. Atakd by th Fytng Tres

 

Th next mornng Dorothy kisd th pretty green girl good-by,

and they al shook hands with th soldir with th green wiskrs,

ho had walkd with them as far as th gate. Wen th Gardian of

th Gate saw them again he wondrd gretly that they cud leve

th butiful City to get into new trubl. But he at once

unlokd ther spectacls, wich he put bak into th green box,

and gave them many good wishs to carry with them.

"U ar now our ruler," he said to th Scarecro;

"so u must com bak to us as soon as posbl."

"I certnly shal if I am able," th Scarecro replyd;

"but I must help Dorothy to get home, first."

As Dorothy bad th good-naturd Gardian a last farewel she said:

"I hav been very kindly treatd in yr lovly City, and

evryone has been good to me. I canot tel u how grateful I am."

"Dont try, my dear," he ansrd. "We shud like to keep

u with us, but if it is yr wish to return to Kansas, I hope

u wil find a way." He then opend th gate of th outr wal,

and they walkd forth and startd upon ther jurny.

Th sun shon brytly as our frends turnd ther faces

toward th Land of th South. They wer al in th best of spirits,

and lafd and chatd togethr. Dorothy was once mor fild with

th hope of getng home, and th Scarecro and th Tin Woodman wer

glad to be of use to her. As for th Lion, he snifd th fresh air

with delyt and wiskd his tail from side to side in pure joy at

being in th cuntry again, wile Toto ran around them and chased

th moths and butrflys, barkng merrily al th time.

"City life dos not agree with me at al," remarkd th Lion,

as they walkd along at a brisk pace. "I hav lost much flesh

since I livd ther, and now I am anxius for a chance to sho th

othr beasts how curajus I hav grown."

They now turnd and took a last look at th Emrld City.

Al they cud se was a mass of towrs and steepls behind th

green wals, and hy up abov evrything th spires and dome

of th Palace of Oz.

"Oz was not such a bad Wizrd, aftr al," said th Tin

Woodman, as he felt his hart ratlng around in his brest.

"He new how to giv me brains, and very good brains, too,"

said th Scarecro.

"If Oz had taken a dose of th same curaj he gave me,"

add th Lion, "he wud hav been a brave man."

Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept th promis he made her,

but he had don his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was

a good man, even if he was a bad Wizrd.

Th first day's jurny was thru th green fields and

bryt flowrs that strechd about th Emrld City on evry side.

They slept that nyt on th grass, with nothing but th stars

over them; and they restd very wel indeed.

In th mornng they travld on until they came to a thik wood.

Ther was no way of going around it, for it seemd to extend to th

ryt and left as far as they cud se; and, besides, they did not

dare chanje th direction of ther jurny for fear of getng lost.

So they lookd for th place wher it wud be esiest to get into

th forest.

Th Scarecro, ho was in th led/lead, finaly discovrd a big

tre with such wide-spredng branchs that ther was room for th

party to pass undrneath. So he walkd forwrd to th tre, but

just as he came undr th first branchs they bent down and twined

around him, and th next minut/minute he was rased from th ground and

flung hedlong among his felo travlrs.

This did not hurt th Scarecro, but it surprised him, and he

lookd rathr dizzy wen Dorothy pikd him up.

"Here is anothr space between th tres," cald th Lion.

"Let me try it first," said th Scarecro, "for it dosnt hurt

me to get thrown about." He walkd up to anothr tre, as he spoke,

but its branchs imediatly sezed him and tosd him bak again.

"This is stranje," exclaimd Dorothy. "Wat shal we do?"

"Th tres seem to hav made up ther minds to fyt us,

and stop our jurny," remarkd th Lion.

"I beleve I wil try it myself," said th Woodman, and

sholdrng his ax, he marchd up to th first tre that had

handld th Scarecro so rufly. Wen a big branch bent down to

seze him th Woodman chopd at it so fiercely that he cut it in two.

At once th tre began shaking al its branchs as if in pain, and th

Tin Woodman pasd safely undr it.

"Com on!" he shoutd to th othrs. "Be quik!" They al

ran forwrd and pasd undr th tre without injry, exept Toto,

ho was caut by a smal branch and shaken until he howld.

But th Woodman promtly chopd off th branch and set th

litl dog fre.

Th othr tres of th forest did nothing to keep them bak,

so they made up ther minds that only th first ro/row of tres cud

bend down ther branchs, and that probbly these wer th

policemen of th forest, and givn this wondrful powr in ordr

to keep stranjers out of it.

Th four travlrs walkd with ese thru th tres until they

came to th farthr ej of th wood. Then, to ther surprise, they

found befor them a hy wal wich seemd to be made of wite china.

It was smooth, like th surface of a dish, and hyr than ther heds.

"Wat shal we do now?" askd Dorothy.

"I wil make a ladr," said th Tin Woodman, "for we certnly

must climb over th wal."

 

 

 

20. Th Dainty China Cuntry

 

Wile th Woodman was making a ladr from wood wich he found

in th forest Dorothy lay down and slept, for she was tired by th

long walk. Th Lion also curld himself up to sleep and Toto lay

beside him.

Th Scarecro wachd th Woodman wile he workd, and said to him:

"I canot think wy this wal is here, nor wat it is made of."

"Rest yr brains and do not worry about th wal," replyd th Woodman.

"Wen we hav climbd over it, we shal no wat is on th othr side."

Aftr a time th ladr was finishd. It lookd clumsy, but

th Tin Woodman was sure it was strong and wud ansr ther purpos.

Th Scarecro waked Dorothy and th Lion and Toto, and told them that

th ladr was redy. Th Scarecro climbd up th ladr first, but

he was so awkwrd that Dorothy had to folo close behind and keep him

from falng off. Wen he got his hed over th top of th wal th

Scarecro said, "O, my!"

"Go on," exclaimd Dorothy.

So th Scarecro climbd farthr up and sat down on th top of

th wal, and Dorothy put her hed over and cryd, "O, my!" just

as th Scarecro had don.

Then Toto came up, and imediatly began to bark, but Dorothy

made him be stil.

Th Lion climbd th ladr next, and th Tin Woodman came

last; but both of them cryd, "O, my!" as soon as they lookd

over th wal. Wen they wer al sitng in a ro/row on th top

of th wal, they lookd down and saw a stranje syt.

Befor them was a gret strech of cuntry havng a flor as

smooth and shining and wite as th botm of a big platr.

Scatrd around wer many houses made entirely of china and

paintd in th brytst colors. These houses wer quite smal,

th bigst of them reachng only as hy as Dorothy's waist.

Ther wer also pretty litl barns, with china fences around them;

and many cows and sheep and horses and pigs and chikns, al made

of china, wer standng about in groups.

But th stranjest of al wer th peple ho livd in this

queer cuntry. Ther wer milkmaids and shepherdesses, with

brytly colord bodices and goldn spots al over ther gowns;

and princesses with most gorjus froks of silvr and gold and

purpl; and sheprds dresd in ne breechs with pink and

yelo and blu stripes down them, and goldn bukls on ther

shoes; and princes with jewld crowns upon ther heds, werng

ermn robes and satn doublets; and funny clowns in rufld gowns,

with round red spots upon ther cheeks and tal, pointd caps.

And, stranjest of al, these peple wer al made of china, even to

ther clothes, and wer so smal that th talst of them was no

hyr than Dorothy's ne.

No one did so much as look at th travlrs at first, exept

one litl purpl china dog with an extra-larj hed, wich came

to th wal and barkd at them in a tiny voice, afrwrds runng

away again.

"How shal we get down?" askd Dorothy.

They found th ladr so hevy they cud not pul it up, so

th Scarecro fel off th wal and th othrs jumpd down upon him

so that th hard flor wud not hurt ther feet. Of corse they

took pains not to lyt on his hed and get th pins in ther feet.

Wen al wer safely down they pikd up th Scarecro, hos body

was quite flatnd out, and patd his straw into shape again.

"We must cross this stranje place in ordr to get to th othr side,"

said Dorothy, "for it wud be unwise for us to go any othr way exept

du South."

They began walkng thru th cuntry of th china peple,

and th first thing they came to was a china milkmaid milkng a

china cow. As they drew near, th cow sudnly gave a kik and

kikd over th stool, th pail, and even th milkmaid herself,

and al fel on th china ground with a gret clatr.

Dorothy was shokd to se that th cow had broken her leg

off, and that th pail was lyng in sevrl smal peces, wile

th poor milkmaid had a nik in her left elbo.

"Ther!" cryd th milkmaid angrily. "Se wat u hav don!

My cow has broken her leg, and I must take her to th mender's

shop and hav it glued on again. Wat do u mean by comng here

and frytnng my cow?"

"I'm very sorry," returnd Dorothy. "Plese forgiv us."

But th pretty milkmaid was much too vexd to make any ansr.

She pikd up th leg sulkily and led her cow away, th poor

anml limpng on thre legs. As she left them th milkmaid cast

many reproachful glances over her sholdr at th clumsy stranjers,

holdng her nikd elbo close to her side.

Dorothy was quite greved at this mishap.

"We must be very careful here," said th kind-hartd Woodman,

"or we may hurt these pretty litl peple so they wil nevr get over it."

A litl farthr on Dorothy met a most butifuly dresd

yung Princess, ho stopd short as she saw th stranjers and

startd to run away.

Dorothy wantd to se mor of th Princess, so she ran aftr her.

But th china girl cryd out:

"Dont chase me! Dont chase me!"

She had such a frytnd litl voice that Dorothy stopd

and said, "Wy not?"

"Because," ansrd th Princess, also stopng, a safe

distnce away, "if I run I may fal down and brek myself."

"But cud u not be mendd?" askd th girl.

"O, yes; but one is nevr so pretty aftr being mendd, u no,"

replyd th Princess.

"I supose not," said Dorothy.

"Now ther is Mr. Joker, one of our clowns," continud th

china lady, "ho is always tryng to stand upon his hed. He has

broken himself so ofn that he is mendd in a hundred places, and

dosnt look at al pretty. Here he coms now, so u can se for

yrself."

Indeed, a jolly litl clown came walkng toward them, and

Dorothy cud se that in spite of his pretty clothes of red and

yelo and green he was completely covrd with craks, runng

evry wich way and shoing plainly that he had been mendd in

many places.

Th Clown put his hands in his pokets, and aftr pufng out

his cheeks and nodng his hed at them saucily, he said:

 

"My lady fair,

Wy do u stare

At poor old Mr. Joker?

U'r quite as stif

And prim as if

U'd eatn up a poker!"

 

"Be quiet, sir!" said th Princess. "Cant u se these ar

stranjers, and shud be treatd with respect?"

"Wel, that's respect, I expect," declared th Clown,

and imediatly stood upon his hed.

"Dont mind Mr. Joker," said th Princess to Dorothy. "He is

considrbly crakd in his hed, and that makes him foolish."

"O, I dont mind him a bit," said Dorothy. "But u ar so

butiful," she continud, "that I am sure I cud lov u dearly.

Wont u let me carry u bak to Kansas, and stand u on

Ant Em's mantl? I cud carry u in my basket."

"That wud make me very unhappy," ansrd th china Princess.

"U se, here in our cuntry we liv/live contentdly, and can talk and

move around as we plese. But wenevr any of us ar taken away our

joints at once stifn, and we can only stand strait and look pretty.

Of corse that is al that is expectd of us wen we ar on mantels and

cabnets and drawng-room tables, but our livs/lives ar much plesntr

here in our own cuntry."

"I wud not make u unhappy for al th world!" exclaimd Dorothy.

"So I'l just say good-by."

"Good-by," replyd th Princess.

They walkd carefuly thru th china cuntry. Th litl

anmls and al th peple scamprd out of ther way, fearng th

stranjers wud brek them, and aftr an our or so th travlrs

reachd th othr side of th cuntry and came to anothr china wal.

It was not so hy as th first, howevr, and by standng upon

th Lion's bak they al manajd to scrambl to th top. Then th

Lion gathrd his legs undr him and jumpd on th wal; but just

as he jumpd, he upset a china church with his tail and smashd it

al to peces.

"That was too bad," said Dorothy, "but realy I think we wer

lucky in not doing these litl peple mor harm than brekng a

cow's leg and a church. They ar al so britl!"

"They ar, indeed," said th Scarecro, "and I am thankful I

am made of straw and canot be esily damajd. Ther ar worse

things in th world than being a Scarecro."

 

 

 

21. Th Lion Becoms th King of Beasts

 

Aftr climbng down from th china wal th travlrs found

themselvs in a disagreeabl cuntry, ful of bogs and marshs and

covrd with tal, rank grass. It was dificlt to walk without

falng into muddy holes, for th grass was so thik that it hid

them from syt. Howevr, by carefuly pikng ther way, they

got safely along until they reachd solid ground. But here th

cuntry seemd wildr than evr, and aftr a long and tiresm

walk thru th undrbrush they entrd anothr forest, wher th

tres wer bigr and oldr than any they had evr seen.

"This forest is perfectly delytful," declared th Lion, lookng

around him with joy. "Nevr hav I seen a mor butiful place."

"It seems gloomy," said th Scarecro.

"Not a bit of it," ansrd th Lion. "I shud like to liv/live

here al my life. Se how soft th dryd leves ar undr yr

feet and how rich and green th moss is that clings to these old

tres. Surely no wild beast cud wish a plesntr home."

"Perhaps ther ar wild beasts in th forest now," said Dorothy.

"I supose ther ar," returnd th Lion, "but I do not se

any of them about."

They walkd thru th forest until it became too dark to go

any farthr. Dorothy and Toto and th Lion lay down to sleep,

wile th Woodman and th Scarecro kept wach over them as usul.

Wen mornng came, they startd again. Befor they had gon

far they herd a lo rumbl, as of th growlng of many wild anmls.

Toto wimprd a litl, but non of th othrs was frytnd,

and they kept along th wel-trodn path until they came to

an openng in th wood, in wich wer gathrd hundreds of

beasts of evry variety. Ther wer tigers and elefnts and

bers and wolvs and foxs and al th othrs in th natrl

histry, and for a moment Dorothy was afraid. But th Lion

explaind that th anmls wer holdng a meetng, and he jujd

by ther snarlng and growlng that they wer in gret trubl.

As he spoke sevrl of th beasts caut syt of him, and at

once th gret asemblaj hushd as if by majic. Th bigst of

th tigers came up to th Lion and boed/bowd, sayng:

"Welcm, O King of Beasts! U hav com in good time to

fyt our enmy and bring pece to al th anmls of th forest

once mor."

"Wat is yr trubl?" askd th Lion quietly.

"We ar al thretnd," ansrd th tiger, "by a fierce

enmy wich has lately com into this forest. It is a most

tremendus monstr, like a gret spider, with a body as big as an

elefnt and legs as long as a tre trunk. It has eit of these

long legs, and as th monstr crawls thru th forest he sezes

an anml with a leg and drags it to his mouth, wher he eats it

as a spider dos a fly. Not one of us is safe wile this fierce

creatur is alive, and we had cald a meetng to decide how to

take care of ourselvs wen u came among us."

Th Lion thot for a moment.

"Ar ther any othr lions in this forest?" he askd.

"No; ther wer som, but th monstr has eatn them al. And,

besides, they wer non of them nearly so larj and brave as u."

"If I put an end to yr enmy, wil u bo down to me and

obey me as King of th Forest?" inquired th Lion.

"We wil do that gladly," returnd th tiger; and al th

othr beasts rord with a myty ror: "We wil!"

"Wher is this gret spider of yrs now?" askd th Lion.

"Yondr, among th oak tres," said th tiger, pointng with

his forfoot.

"Take good care of these frends of mine," said th Lion, "and

I wil go at once to fyt th monstr."

He bad his comrads good-by and marchd proudly away to do

batl with th enmy.

Th gret spider was lyng asleep wen th Lion found him,

and it lookd so ugly that its fo turnd up his nose in disgust.

Its legs wer quite as long as th tiger had said, and its body

covrd with corse blak hair. It had a gret mouth, with a ro/row

of sharp teeth a foot long; but its hed was joind to th pujy

body by a nek as slendr as a wasp's waist. This gave th Lion a

hint of th best way to atak th creatur, and as he new it was

esir to fyt it asleep than awake, he gave a gret spring and

landd directly upon th monster's bak. Then, with one blo of

his hevy paw, al armd with sharp claws, he nokd th spider's

hed from its body. Jumpng down, he wachd it until th long

legs stopd wiggling, wen he new it was quite ded.

Th Lion went bak to th openng wher th beasts of th

forest wer waitng for him and said proudly:

"U need fear yr enmy no longr."

Then th beasts boed/bowd down to th Lion as ther King, and he

promisd to com bak and rule over them as soon as Dorothy was

safely on her way to Kansas.

 

 

 

22. Th Cuntry of th Quadlings

 

Th four travlrs pasd thru th rest of th forest in

safety, and wen they came out from its gloom saw befor them a

steep hil, covrd from top to botm with gret peces of rok.

"That wil be a hard climb," said th Scarecro, "but we must

get over th hil, nevrthless."

So he led th way and th othrs folod. They had nearly

reachd th first rok wen they herd a ruf voice cry out,

"Keep bak!"

"Ho ar u?" askd th Scarecro.

Then a hed showd itself over th rok and th same voice said,

"This hil belongs to us, and we dont alow anyone to cross it."

"But we must cross it," said th Scarecro. "We'r going to

th cuntry of th Quadlings."

"But u shal not!" replyd th voice, and ther stepd from

behind th rok th stranjest man th travlrs had evr seen.

He was quite short and stout and had a big hed, wich was

flat at th top and suportd by a thik nek ful of rinkls.

But he had no arms at al, and, seing this, th Scarecro did not

fear that so helpless a creatur cud prevent them from climbng

th hil. So he said, "I'm sorry not to do as u wish, but we

must pass over yr hil wethr u like it or not," and he

walkd boldly forwrd.

As quik as lytnng th mans hed shot forwrd and his nek

strechd out until th top of th hed, wher it was flat, struk

th Scarecro in th midl and sent him tumblng, over and over,

down th hil. Almost as quikly as it came th hed went bak to

th body, and th man lafd harshly as he said, "It isnt as

eazy as u think!"

A corus of boistrus laftr came from th othr roks, and

Dorothy saw hundreds of th armless Hamr-Heds upon th

hilside, one behind evry rok.

Th Lion became quite angry at th laftr causd by th

Scarecrow's mishap, and givng a loud ror that ecod like thundr,

he dashd up th hil.

Again a hed shot swiftly out, and th gret Lion went rolng

down th hil as if he had been struk by a cann bal.

Dorothy ran down and helpd th Scarecro to his feet, and th

Lion came up to her, feelng rathr brused and sor, and said,

"It is useless to fyt peple with shootng heds; no one can

withstand them."

"Wat can we do, then?" she askd.

"Cal th Wingd Monkis," sujestd th Tin Woodman. "U

hav stil th ryt to comand them once mor."

"Very wel," she ansrd, and putng on th Goldn Cap she

utrd th majic words. Th Monkis wer as promt as evr, and

in a few moments th entire band stood befor her.

"Wat ar yr comands?" inquired th King of th Monkis,

bowng/boing lo.

"Carry us over th hil to th cuntry of th Quadlings,"

ansrd th girl.

"It shal be don," said th King, and at once th Wingd Monkis

caut th four travlrs and Toto up in ther arms and flew away with them.

As they pasd over th hil th Hamr-Heds yeld with vexation, and shot

ther heds hy in th air, but they cud not reach th Wingd Monkis,

wich carrid Dorothy and her comrads safely over th hil and set them

down in th butiful cuntry of th Quadlings.

"This is th last time u can sumn us," said th leadr to

Dorothy; "so good-by and good luk to u."

"Good-by, and thank u very much," returnd th girl; and

th Monkis rose into th air and wer out of syt in a twinklng.

Th cuntry of th Quadlings seemd rich and happy. Ther was

field upon field of ripenng grain, with wel-paved roads runng

between, and pretty riplng brooks with strong brijs across them.

Th fences and houses and brijs wer al paintd bryt red,

just as they had been paintd yelo in th cuntry of th Winkies

and blu in th cuntry of th Munchkins. Th Quadlings themselvs,

ho wer short and fat and lookd chubby and good-naturd, wer

dresd al in red, wich showd bryt against th green grass

and th yeloing grain.

Th Monkis had set them down near a farmhouse, and th four

travlrs walkd up to it and nokd at th dor. It was opend

by th farmer's wife, and wen Dorothy askd for somthing to eat

th womn gave them al a good dinr, with thre kinds of cake

and four kinds of cookis, and a bol of milk for Toto.

"How far is it to th Casl of Glinda?" askd th child.

"It is not a gret way," ansrd th farmer's wife.

"Take th road to th South and u wil soon reach it.

Thankng th good womn, they startd afresh and walkd by th

fields and across th pretty brijs until they saw befor them a

very butiful Casl. Befor th gates wer thre yung girls,

dresd in hansm red uniforms trimd with gold braid; and as

Dorothy aproachd, one of them said to her:

"Wy hav u com to th South Cuntry?"

"To se th Good Wich ho rules here," she ansrd.

"Wil u take me to her?"

"Let me hav yr name, and I wil ask Glinda if she wil

receve u." They told ho they wer, and th girl soldir went

into th Casl. Aftr a few moments she came bak to say that

Dorothy and th othrs wer to be admitd at once.

 

 

 

23. Glinda Th Good Wich Grants Dorothy's Wish

 

Befor they went to se Glinda, howevr, they wer taken to a

room of th Casl, wher Dorothy washd her face and combd her

hair, and th Lion shook th dust out of his mane, and th

Scarecro patd himself into his best shape, and th Woodman

polishd his tin and oild his joints.

Wen they wer al quite presentbl they folod th soldir

girl into a big room wher th Wich Glinda sat upon a throne of rubis.

She was both butiful and yung to ther ys. Her hair was

a rich red in color and fel in floing ringlets over her sholdrs.

Her dress was pure wite but her ys wer blu, and they lookd

kindly upon th litl girl.

"Wat can I do for u, my child?" she askd.

Dorothy told th Wich al her story: how th cyclone had

brot her to th Land of Oz, how she had found her companions,

and of th wondrful adventurs they had met with.

"My gretst wish now," she add, "is to get bak to Kansas,

for Ant Em wil surely think somthing dredful has hapnd to me,

and that wil make her put on mornng; and unless th crops ar betr

this year than they wer last, I am sure Uncl Henry canot aford it."

Glinda leand forwrd and kisd th sweet, upturnd face of

th lovng litl girl.

"Bless yr dear hart," she said, "I am sure I can tel u

of a way to get bak to Kansas." Then she add, "But, if I do,

u must giv me th Goldn Cap."

"Wilngly!" exclaimd Dorothy; "indeed, it is of no use to

me now, and wen u hav it u can comand th Wingd Monkis

thre times."

"And I think I shal need ther service just those thre times,"

ansrd Glinda, smiling.

Dorothy then gave her th Goldn Cap, and th Wich said to

th Scarecro, "Wat wil u do wen Dorothy has left us?"

"I wil return to th Emrld City," he replyd, "for Oz has

made me its ruler and th peple like me. Th only thing that

worris me is how to cross th hil of th Hamr-Heds."

"By means of th Goldn Cap I shal comand th Wingd Monkis

to carry u to th gates of th Emrld City," said Glinda, "for

it wud be a shame to deprive th peple of so wondrful a ruler."

"Am I realy wondrful?" askd th Scarecro.

"U ar unusul," replyd Glinda.

Turnng to th Tin Woodman, she askd, "Wat wil becom of

u wen Dorothy leves this cuntry?"

He leand on his ax and thot a moment. Then he said,

"Th Winkies wer very kind t