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The Wunderful Wizard of Oz




bi L. Frank Baum




































1. The Siecloen

2. The Counsil with the Munchkins

3. How Dorothy Saevd the Scaircro

4. The Roed Thru the Forest

5. The Rescue of the Tin Wuudman

6. The Cowardly Lieon

7. The Jerny to the Graet Oz

8. The Dedly Popy Feeld

9. The Qeen of the Feeld Mies

10. The Gardian of the Gaets

11. The Emerald Sity of Oz

12. The Serch for the Wiked Wich

13. The Rescue

14. The Wingd Munkys

15. The Discuvery of Oz the Terribl

16. The Majic Art of the Graet Humbug

17. How the Baloon Was Launcht

18. Away to the South

19. Atakt bi the Fieting Trees

20. The Daenty Chiena Cuntry

21. The Lieon Becums the King of Beests

22. The Cuntry of the Quadlings

23. Glinda The Guud Wich Grants Dorothy's Wish

24. Hoem Agen


















Foeklor, lejends, miths and fairy taels hav foloed chieldhuud thru the aejes, for evry helthy yungster has a hoelsum and instinktiv luv for storys fantastic, marvelus and manifestly unreel. The wingd fairys of Grimm and Andersen hav braut mor hapynes to chieldish harts than all uther hueman creaeshuns.


Yet the oeld tiem fairy tael, having servd for jeneraeshuns, may now be clast as "historical" in the children's liebrairy; for the tiem has cum for a seerys of nueer "wunder taels" in which the sterriotiept jeeny, dworf and fairy ar eliminaeted, together with all the horribl and blud-curdling insidents deviezd bi thair authors to point a feersum moral to eech tael. Modern ejucaeshun incloods morality; thairfor the modern chield seeks oenly entertaenment in its wunder taels and gladly dispenses with all disagreeabl insident.


Having this thaut in miend, the story of "The Wunderful Wizard of Oz" was riten soely to pleez children of today. It aspiers to being a moderniezd fairy tael, in which the wunderment and joy ar retaend and the heartaches and nietmairs ar left out.





L. Frank Baum


Chicago, April, 1900.














The Wunderful Wizard Of OZ





1. The Siecloen

Dorothy livd in the midst of the graet Kansas prairies, with Unkl Henry, hoo was a farmer, and Ant Em, hoo was the farmer's wief. Thair hous was small, for the lumber to bild it had to be carryd bi wagon meny miels. Thair wer foer walls, a flor and a roof, which maed wun room; and this room contaend a rusty luuking cookstove, a cubord for the dishes, a taebl, three or foer chairs, and the beds. Unkl Henry and Ant Em had a big bed in wun corner, and Dorothy a litl bed in anuther corner. Thair was no garret at all, and no selar--exsept a small hoel dug in the ground, calld a siecloen selar, whair the family cuud go in caes wun of thoes graet wherlwinds aroez, miety enuf to crush eny bilding in its path. It was reecht bi a trap dor in the midl of the flor, frum which a lader led doun into the small, dark hoel.

When Dorothy stuud in the dorway and luukt around, she cuud see nuthing but the graet gray prairy on evry sied. Not a tree nor a hous broek the braud sweep of flat cuntry that reecht to the ej of the skie in all direcshuns. The sun had baekt the plowd land into a gray mas, with litl craks runing thru it. Eeven the gras was not green, for the sun had bernd the tops of the long blaeds until thay wer the saem gray culor to be seen evrywhair. Wuns the hous had bin paented, but the sun blisterd the paent and the raens wosht it away, and now the hous was as dul and gray as evrything els.

When Ant Em caem thair to liv she was a yung, prity wief. The sun and wind had chaenjd her, too. Thay had taeken the sparkl frum her ies and left them a soeber gray; thay had taeken the red frum her cheeks and lips, and thay wer gray allso. She was thin and gaunt, and never smield now. When Dorothy, hoo was an orfan, ferst caem to her, Ant Em had bin so startld bi the child's lafter that she wuud screem and pres her hand upon her hart whenever Dorothy's merry vois reecht her eers; and she stil luukt at the litl gerl with wunder that she cuud fiend enything to laf at.

Unkl Henry never laft. He werkt hard frum morning til niet and did not noe whut joy was. He was gray allso, frum his long beerd to his ruf boots, and he luukt stern and solem, and rairly spoek.

It was Toto that maed Dorothy laf, and saevd her frum groeing as gray as her uther seroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a litl blak daug, with long silky hair and small blak ies that twinkled merrily on eether sied of his funy, wee noez. Toto playd all day long, and Dorothy playd with him, and luvd him deerly.

Today, however, thay wer not playing. Unkl Henry sat upon the dorstep and luukt ankshusly at the skie, which was eeven grayer than uezhual. Dorothy stuud in the dor with Toto in her arms, and luukt at the skie too. Ant Em was woshing the dishes.

Frum the far north thay herd a lo wael of the wind, and Unkl Henry and Dorothy cuud see whair the long gras bowd in waevs befor the cuming storm. Thair now caem a sharp whisling in the air frum the south, and as thay ternd thair ies that way thay saw ripls in the gras cuming frum that direcshun allso.

Sudenly Unkl Henry stuud up.

"Thair's a siecloen cuming, Em," he calld to his wief. "I'l go luuk after the stok." Then he ran tord the sheds whair the cows and horses wer kept.

Ant Em dropt her werk and caem to the dor. Wun glans toeld her of the daenjer cloes at hand.

"Qik, Dorothy!" she screemd. "Run for the selar!"

Toto jumpt out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the gerl started to get him. Ant Em, badly frietend, throo oepen the trap dor in the flor and cliemd doun the lader into the small, dark hoel. Dorothy caut Toto at last and started to folo her ant. When she was hafway across the room thair caem a graet shreek frum the wind, and the hous shuuk so hard that she lost her fuuting and sat doun sudenly upon the flor.

Then a straenj thing hapend.

The hous wherld around too or three tiems and roez sloely thru the air. Dorothy felt as if she wer going up in a baloon.

The north and south wiends met whair the hous stuud, and maed it the exact senter of the siecloen. In the midl of a siecloen the air is jeneraly stil, but the graet presher of the wind on evry sied of the hous raezd it up hieer and hieer, until it was at the verry top of the siecloen; and thair it remaend and was carryd miels and miels away as eezily as U cuud carry a fether.

It was verry dark, and the wind hould horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was rieding qiet eezily. After the ferst fue wherls around, and wun uther tiem when the hous tipt badly, she felt as if she wer being rokt jently, liek a baeby in a craedl.

Toto did not liek it. He ran about the room, now heer, now thair, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat qiet stil on the flor and waeted to see whut wuud hapen.

Wuns Toto got too neer the oepen trap dor, and fel in; and at ferst the litl gerl thaut she had lost him. But soon she saw wun of his eers stiking up thru the hoel, for the strong presher of the air was keeping him up so that he cuud not fall. She crept to the hoel, caut Toto bi the eer, and dragd him into the room agen, afterward cloezing the trap dor so that no mor acsidents cuud hapen.

Our after our past away, and sloely Dorothy got oever her friet; but she felt qiet loenly, and the wind shreekt so loudly all about her that she neerly becaem def. At ferst she had wunderd if she wuud be dasht to peeses when the hous fel agen; but as the ours past and nuthing terribl hapend, she stopt werying and rezolvd to waet caamly and see whut the fuecher wuud bring. At last she cralld oever the swaying flor to her bed, and lay doun upon it; and Toto foloed and lay doun besied her.

In spiet of the swaying of the hous and the waeling of the wind, Dorothy soon cloezd her ies and fel fast asleep.



2. The Counsil with the Munchkins

She was awaekend bi a shok, so suden and seveer that if Dorothy had not bin lieing on the sofft bed she miet hav bin hert. As it was, the jar maed her cach her breth and wunder whut had hapend; and Toto puut his coeld litl noez into her faes and whiend dizmaly. Dorothy sat up and noetist that the hous was not mooving; nor was it dark, for the briet sunshien caem in at the windo, fluding the litl room. She sprang frum her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and oepend the dor.

The litl gerl gaev a cri of amaezment and luukt about her, her ies groeing biger and biger at the wunderful siets she saw.

The siecloen had set the hous doun verry jently--for a siecloen--in the midst of a cuntry of marvelus buety. Thair wer luvly paches of greensward all about, with staetly trees bairing rich and lushus froots. Banks of gorjus flowers wer on evry hand, and berds with rair and brilyant ploomej sang and fluterd in the trees and buushes. A litl way off was a small bruuk, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a vois verry graetful to a litl gerl hoo had livd so long on the dri, gray prairies.

Whiel she stuud luuking eegerly at the straenj and buetiful siets, she noetist cuming tord her a groop of the qeerest peepl she had ever seen. Thay wer not as big as the groen foek she had allways bin uezd to; but neether wer thay verry small. In fact, thay seemd about as tall as Dorothy, hoo was a wel-groen chield for her aej, alltho thay wer, so far as luuks go, meny yeers oelder.

Three wer men and wun a wuuman, and all wer odly drest. Thay wor round hats that roez to a small point a fuut abuv thair heds, with litl bels around the brims that tinkld sweetly as thay moovd. The hats of the men wer bloo; the litl woman's hat was whiet, and she wor a whiet goun that hung in pleets frum her shoelders. Oever it wer sprinkld litl stars that glisend in the sun liek diemonds. The men wer drest in bloo, of the saem shaed as thair hats, and wor wel-polisht boots with a deep roel of bloo at the tops. The men, Dorothy thaut, wer about as oeld as Unkl Henry, for too of them had beerds. But the litl wuuman was doutles much oelder. Her faes was cuverd with rinkls, her hair was neerly whiet, and she waukt rather stifly.

When thees peepl droo neer the hous whair Dorothy was standing in the dorway, thay pauzd and whisperd amung themselvs, as if afraed to cum farther. But the litl oeld wuuman waukt up to Dorothy, maed a lo bo and sed, in a sweet vois:

"U ar welcum, moest noebl Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. We ar so graetful to U for having kild the Wiked Wich of the Eest, and for seting our peepl free frum bondej."

Dorothy lisend to this speech with wunder. Whut cuud the litl wuuman posibly meen bi calling her a sorceress, and saying she had kild the Wiked Wich of the Eest? Dorothy was an inosent, harmles litl gerl, hoo had bin carryd bi a siecloen meny miels frum hoem; and she had never kild enything in all her lief.

But the litl wuuman evidently expected her to anser; so Dorothy sed, with hezitaeshun, "U ar verry kiend, but thair must be sum mistaek. I hav not kild enything."

"Yur hous did, enyway," replied the litl oeld wuuman, with a laf, "and that is the saem thing. See!" she continued, pointing to the corner of the hous. "Thair ar her too feet, stil stiking out frum under a blok of wuud."

Dorothy luukt, and gaev a litl cri of friet. Thair, indeed, just under the corner of the graet beem the hous rested on, too feet wer stiking out, shod in silver shoos with pointed toes.

"O, deer! O, deer!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. "The hous must hav fallen on her. Whutever shal we do?"

"Thair is nuthing to be dun," sed the litl wuuman caamly.

"But hoo was she?" askt Dorothy.

"She was the Wiked Wich of the Eest, as I sed," anserd the litl wuuman. "She has held all the Munchkins in bondej for meny yeers, maeking them slaev for her niet and day. Now thay ar all set free, and ar graetful to U for the faevor."

"Hoo ar the Munchkins?" inqierd Dorothy.

"Thay ar the peepl hoo liv in this land of the Eest whair the Wiked Wich roold."

"Ar U a Munchkin?" askt Dorothy.

"No, but I am thair frend, alltho I liv in the land of the North. When thay saw the Wich of the Eest was ded the Munchkins sent a swift mesenjer to me, and I caem at wuns. I am the Wich of the North."

"O, graeshus!" cried Dorothy. "Ar U a reeal wich?"

"Yes, indeed," anserd the litl wuuman. "But I am a guud wich, and the peepl luv me. I am not as powerful as the Wiked Wich was hoo roold heer, or I shuud hav set the peepl free mieself."

"But I thaut all wiches wer wiked," sed the gerl, hoo was haf frietend at faesing a reeal wich. "O, no, that is a graet mistaek. Thair wer oenly foer wiches in all the Land of Oz, and too of them, thoes hoo liv in the North and the South, ar guud wiches. I noe this is troo, for I am wun of them mieself, and cannot be mistaeken. Thoes hoo dwelt in the Eest and the West wer, indeed, wiked wiches; but now that U hav kild wun of them, thair is but wun Wiked Wich in all the Land of Oz--the wun hoo livs in the West."

"But," sed Dorothy, after a moment's thaut, "Ant Em has toeld me that the wiches wer all ded--yeers and yeers ago."

"Hoo is Ant Em?" inqierd the litl oeld wuuman.

"She is mi ant hoo livs in Kansas, whair I caem frum."

The Wich of the North seemd to think for a tiem, with her hed bowd and her ies upon the ground. Then she luukt up and sed, "I do not noe whair Kansas is, for I hav never herd that cuntry menshund befor. But tel me, is it a siviliezd cuntry?"

"O, yes," replied Dorothy.

"Then that acounts for it. In the siviliezd cuntrys I beleev thair ar no wiches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor majishans. But, U see, the Land of Oz has never bin siviliezd, for we ar cut off frum all the rest of the werld. Thairfor we stil hav wiches and wizards amungst us."

"Hoo ar the wizards?" askt Dorothy.

"Oz himself is the Graet Wizard," anserd the Wich, sinking her vois to a whisper. "He is mor powerful than all the rest of us together. He livs in the Sity of Emeralds."

Dorothy was going to ask anuther qeschun, but just then the Munchkins, hoo had bin standing sielently bi, gaev a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the hous whair the Wiked Wich had bin lieing.

"Whut is it?" askt the litl oeld wuuman, and luukt, and began to laf. The feet of the ded Wich had disapeerd entierly, and nuthing was left but the silver shoos.

"She was so oeld," explaend the Wich of the North, that she dried up qikly in the sun. That is the end of her. But the silver shoos ar yurs, and U shal hav them to wair." She reecht doun and pikt up the shoos, and after shaeking the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.

"The Wich of the Eest was proud of thoes silver shoos," sed wun of the Munchkins, "and thair is sum charm conected with them; but whut it is we never nue."

Dorothy carryd the shoos into the hous and plaest them on the taebl. Then she caem out agen to the Munchkins and sed:

"I am ankshus to get bak to mi ant and unkl, for I am shur thay wil wery about me. Can U help me fiend mi way?"

The Munchkins and the Wich ferst luukt at wun anuther, and then at Dorothy, and then shuuk thair heds.

"At the Eest, not far frum heer," sed wun, "thair is a graet dezurt, and nun cuud liv to cross it."

"It is the saem at the South," sed anuther, "for I hav bin thair and seen it. The South is the cuntry of the Quadlings."

"I am toeld," sed the therd man, "that it is the saem at the West. And that cuntry, whair the Winkies liv, is roold bi the Wiked Wich of the West, hoo wuud maek U her slaev if U past her way."

"The North is mi hoem," sed the oeld laedy, "and at its ej is the saem graet dezurt that serounds this Land of Oz. I'm afraed, mi deer, U wil hav to liv with us."

Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt loenly amung all thees straenj peepl. Her tairs seemd to greev the kiend-hearted Munchkins, for thay imeedyetly tuuk out thair hankerchifs and began to weep allso. As for the litl oeld wuuman, she tuuk off her cap and balanst the point on the end of her noez, whiel she counted "Wun, too, three" in a solem vois. At wuns the cap chaenjd to a slaet, on which was riten in big, whiet chauk marks:

"Let DOROTHY Go To The Sity Of Emeralds"

The litl oeld wuuman tuuk the slaet frum her noez, and having red the werds on it, askt, "Is yur naem Dorothy, mi deer?"

"Yes," anserd the chield, luuking up and drieing her tairs.

"Then U must go to the Sity of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz wil help U."

"Whair is this sity?" askt Dorothy.

"It is exactly in the senter of the cuntry, and is roold bi Oz, the Graet Wizard I toeld U of."

"Is he a guud man?" inqierd the gerl ankshusly.

"He is a guud Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tel, for I hav never seen him."

"How can I get thair?" askt Dorothy.

"U must wauk. It is a long jerny, thru a cuntry that is sumtiems plezant and sumtiems dark and terribl. However, I wil uez all the majic arts I noe of to keep U frum harm."

"Woen't U go with me?" pleeded the gerl, hoo had begun to luuk upon the litl oeld wuuman as her oenly frend.

"No, I cannot do that," she replied, "but I wil giv U mi kis, and no wun wil dair injer a person hoo has bin kist bi the Wich of the North."

She caem cloes to Dorothy and kist her jently on the forhed. Whair her lips tucht the gerl thay left a round, shiening mark, as Dorothy found out soon after.

"The roed to the Sity of Emeralds is paevd with yelo brik," sed the Wich, "so U cannot mis it. When U get to Oz do not be afraed of him, but tel yur story and ask him to help U. Guud-bi, mi deer."

The three Munchkins bowd lo to her and wisht her a plezant jerny, after which thay waukt away thru the trees. The Wich gaev Dorothy a frendly litl nod, wherld around on her left heel three tiems, and straetway disapeerd, much to the serpriez of litl Toto, hoo barked after her loudly enuf when she had gon, becauz he had bin afraed eeven to groul whiel she stuud bi.

But Dorothy, noeing her to be a wich, had expected her to disapeer in just that way, and was not serpriezd in the leest.




3. How Dorothy Saevd the Scaircro

When Dorothy was left aloen she began to feel hunggry. So she went to the cubord and cut herself sum bred, which she spred with buter. She gaev sum to Toto, and taeking a pael frum the shelf she carryd it doun to the litl bruuk and fild it with cleer, sparkling wauter. Toto ran oever to the trees and began to bark at the berds siting thair. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delishus froot hanging frum the branches that she gatherd sum of it, fiending it just whut she wonted to help out her brekfast.

Then she went bak to the hous, and having helpt herself and Toto to a guud drink of the cool, cleer wauter, she set about maeking redy for the jerny to the Sity of Emeralds.

Dorothy had oenly wun uther dres, but that hapend to be cleen and was hanging on a peg besied her bed. It was gingam, with cheks of whiet and bloo; and alltho the bloo was sumwhut faeded with meny woshings, it was stil a prity frok. The gerl wosht herself cairfuly, drest herself in the cleen gingam, and tied her pink sunbonet on her hed. She tuuk a litl basket and fild it with bred frum the cubord, laying a whiet clauth oever the top. Then she luukt doun at her feet and noetist how oeld and worn her shoos wer.

"Thay shurly wil never do for a long jerny, Toto," she sed. And Toto luukt up into her faes with his litl blak ies and wagd his tael to sho he nue whut she ment.

At that moement Dorothy saw lieing on the taebl the silver shoos that had belongd to the Wich of the Eest.

"I wunder if thay wil fit me," she sed to Toto. "Thay wuud be just the thing to taek a long wauk in, for thay cuud not wair out."

She tuuk off her oeld lether shoos and tried on the silver wuns, which fited her as wel as if thay had bin maed for her.

Fienaly she pikt up her basket.

"Cum along, Toto," she sed. "We wil go to the Emerald Sity and ask the Graet Oz how to get bak to Kansas agen."

She cloezd the dor, lokt it, and puut the kee cairfuly in the poket of her dres. And so, with Toto troting along soeberly behiend her, she started on her jerny.

Thair wer several roeds neer bi, but it did not taek her long to fiend the wun paevd with yelo briks. Within a short tiem she was wauking briskly tord the Emerald Sity, her silver shoos tinkling merrily on the hard, yelo roed-bed. The sun shoen briet and the berds sang sweetly, and Dorothy did not feel neerly so bad as U miet think a litl gerl wuud hoo had bin sudenly whiskt away frum her oen cuntry and set doun in the midst of a straenj land.

She was serpriezd, as she waukt along, to see how prity the cuntry was about her. Thair wer neet fenses at the sieds of the roed, paented a daenty bloo culor, and beyond them wer feelds of graen and vejetabls in abundans. Evidently the Munchkins wer guud farmers and aebl to raez larj crops. Wuns in a whiel she wuud pas a hous, and the peepl caem out to luuk at her and bo lo as she went bi; for evrywun nue she had bin the meens of destroying the Wiked Wich and seting them free frum bondej. The houses of the Munchkins wer od-luuking dwelings, for eech was round, with a big doem for a roof. All wer paented bloo, for in this cuntry of the Eest bloo was the faevorit culor.

Tord eevning, when Dorothy was tierd with her long wauk and began to wunder whair she shuud pas the niet, she caem to a hous rather larjer than the rest. On the green laun befor it meny men and wimen wer dansing. Fiev litl fidlers playd as loudly as posibl, and the peepl wer lafing and singing, whiel a big taebl neer bi was loeded with delishus froots and nuts, pies and caeks, and meny uther guud things to eet.

The peepl greeted Dorothy kiendly, and invieted her to super and to pas the niet with them; for this was the hoem of wun of the richest Munchkins in the land, and his frends wer gatherd with him to selebraet thair freedom frum the bondej of the Wiked Wich.

Dorothy aet a harty super and was waeted upon bi the rich Munchkin himself, hoos naem was Boq. Then she sat upon a settee and wocht the peepl dans.

When Boq saw her silver shoos he sed, "U must be a graet sorceress."

"Whi?" askt the gerl.

"Becauz U wair silver shoos and hav kild the Wiked Wich. Besieds, U hav whiet in yur frok, and oenly wiches and sorceresses wair whiet."

"Mi dres is bloo and whiet chekt," sed Dorothy, smoothing out the rinkls in it.

"It is kiend of U to wair that," sed Boq. "Bloo is the culor of the Munchkins, and whiet is the wich culor. So we noe U ar a frendly wich."

Dorothy did not noe whut to say to this, for all the peepl seemd to think her a wich, and she nue verry wel she was oenly an ordinairy litl gerl hoo had cum bi the chans of a siecloen into a straenj land.

When she had tierd woching the dansing, Boq led her into the hous, whair he gaev her a room with a prity bed in it. The sheets wer maed of bloo clauth, and Dorothy slept soundly in them til morning, with Toto curld up on the bloo rug besied her.

She aet a harty brekfast, and wocht a wee Munchkin baeby, hoo playd with Toto and puuld his tael and croed and laft in a way that graetly amuezd Dorothy. Toto was a fien cueriosity to all the peepl, for thay had never seen a daug befor.

"How far is it to the Emerald Sity?" the gerl askt.

"I do not noe," anserd Boq graevly, "for I hav never bin thair. It is beter for peepl to keep away frum Oz, unles thay hav biznes with him. But it is a long way to the Emerald Sity, and it wil taek U meny days. The cuntry heer is rich and plezant, but U must pas thru ruf and daenjerus plaeses befor U reech the end of yur jerny."

This weryd Dorothy a litl, but she nue that oenly the Graet Oz cuud help her get to Kansas agen, so she braevly rezolvd not to tern bak.

She baed her frends guud-bi, and agen started along the roed of yelo brik. When she had gon several miels she thaut she wuud stop to rest, and so cliemd to the top of the fens besied the roed and sat doun. Thair was a graet cornfeeld beyond the fens, and not far away she saw a Scaircro, plaest hi on a poel to keep the berds frum the riep corn.

Dorothy leend her chin upon her hand and gaezd thautfuly at the Scaircro. Its hed was a small sak stuft with straw, with ies, noez, and mouth paented on it to reprezent a faes. An oeld, pointed bloo hat, that had belongd to sum Munchkin, was percht on his hed, and the rest of the figuer was a bloo soot of cloeths, worn and faeded, which had allso bin stuft with straw. On the feet wer sum oeld boots with bloo tops, such as evry man wor in this cuntry, and the figuer was raezd abuv the stauks of corn bi meens of the poel stuk up its bak.

Whiel Dorothy was luuking ernestly into the qeer, paented faes of the Scaircro, she was serpriezd to see wun of the ies sloely wink at her. She thaut she must hav bin mistaeken at ferst, for nun of the scaircroes in Kansas ever wink; but prezently the figuer noded its hed to her in a frendly way. Then she cliemd doun frum the fens and waukt up to it, whiel Toto ran around the poel and barked.

"Guud day," sed the Scaircro, in a rather husky vois.

"Did U speek?" askt the gerl, in wunder.

"Sertenly," anserd the Scaircro. "How do U do?"

"I'm prity wel, thank U," replied Dorothy polietly. "How do U do?"

"I'm not feeling wel," sed the Scaircro, with a smiel, "for it is verry teedius being percht up heer niet and day to scair away croes."

"Can't U get doun?" askt Dorothy.

"No, for this poel is stuk up mi bak. If U wil pleez taek away the poel I shal be graetly obliejd to U."

Dorothy reecht up boeth arms and lifted the figuer off the poel, for, being stuft with straw, it was qiet liet.

"Thank U verry much," sed the Scaircro, when he had bin set doun on the ground. "I feel liek a nue man."

Dorothy was puzld at this, for it sounded qeer to heer a stuft man speek, and to see him bo and wauk along besied her.

"Hoo ar U?" askt the Scaircro when he had strecht himself and yawned. "And whair ar U going?"

"Mi naem is Dorothy," sed the gerl, "and I am going to the Emerald Sity, to ask the Graet Oz to send me bak to Kansas."

"Whair is the Emerald Sity?" he inqierd. "And hoo is Oz?"

"Whi, don't U noe?" she reternd, in serpriez.

"No, indeed. I don't noe enything. U see, I am stuft, so I hav no braens at all," he anserd sadly.

"O," sed Dorothy, "I'm awfuly sorry for U."

"Do U think," he askt, "if I go to the Emerald Sity with U, that Oz wuud giv me sum braens?"

"I cannot tel," she reternd, "but U may cum with me, if U liek. If Oz wil not giv U eny braens U wil be no wers off than U ar now."

"That is troo," sed the Scaircro. "U see," he continued confidenshaly, "I don't miend mi legs and arms and body being stuft, becauz I cannot get hert. If enywun treds on mi toes or stiks a pin into me, it duzn't mater, for I can't feel it. But I do not wont peepl to call me a fool, and if mi hed stays stuft with straw insted of with braens, as yurs is, how am I ever to noe enything?"

"I understand how U feel," sed the litl gerl, hoo was trooly sorry for him. "If U wil cum with me I'l ask Oz to do all he can for U."

"Thank U," he anserd graetfuly.

Thay waukt bak to the roed. Dorothy helpt him oever the fens, and thay started along the path of yelo brik for the Emerald Sity.

Toto did not liek this adishun to the party at ferst. He smeld around the stuft man as if he suspected thair miet be a nest of rats in the straw, and he offen grould in an unfrendly way at the Scaircro.

"Don't miend Toto," sed Dorothy to her nue frend. "He never biets."

"O, I'm not afraed," replied the Scaircro. "He can't hert the straw. Do let me carry that basket for U. I shal not miend it, for I can't get tierd. I'l tel U a seecret," he continued, as he waukt along. "Thair is oenly wun thing in the werld I am afraed of."

"Whut is that?" askt Dorothy; "the Munchkin farmer hoo maed U?"

"No," anserd the Scaircro; "it's a lieted mach."





4. The Roed Thru the Forest

After a fue ours the roed began to be ruf, and the wauking groo so dificult that the Scaircro offen stumbld oever the yelo briks, which wer heer verry uneeven. Sumtiems, indeed, thay wer broeken or mising alltogether, leeving hoels that Toto jumpt across and Dorothy waukt around. As for the Scaircro, having no braens, he waukt straet ahed, and so stept into the hoels and fel at fuul length on the hard briks. It never hert him, however, and Dorothy wuud pik him up and set him upon his feet agen, whiel he joind her in lafing merrily at his oen mis-hap.

The farms wer not neerly so wel caird for heer as thay wer farther bak. Thair wer fueer houses and fueer froot trees, and the farther thay went the mor dizmal and loensum the cuntry becaem.

At noon thay sat doun bi the roedsied, neer a litl bruuk, and Dorothy oepend her basket and got out sum bred. She offerd a pees to the Scaircro, but he refuezd.

"I am never hunggry," he sed, "and it is a luky thing I am not, for mi mouth is oenly paented, and if I shuud cut a hoel in it so I cuud eet, the straw I am stuft with wuud cum out, and that wuud spoil the shaep of mi hed."

Dorothy saw at wuns that this was troo, so she oenly noded and went on eeting her bred.

"Tel me sumthing about yurself and the cuntry U caem frum," sed the Scaircro, when she had finisht her diner. So she toeld him all about Kansas, and how gray evrything was thair, and how the siecloen had carryd her to this qeer Land of Oz.

The Scaircro lisend cairfuly, and sed, "I cannot understand whi U shuud wish to leev this buetiful cuntry and go bak to the dri, gray plaes U call Kansas."

"That is becauz U hav no braens" anserd the gerl. "No mater how dreery and gray our hoems ar, we peepl of flesh and blud wuud rather liv thair than in eny uther cuntry, be it ever so buetiful. Thair is no plaes liek hoem."

The Scaircro sied.

"Of cors I cannot understand it," he sed. "If yur heds wer stuft with straw, liek mien, U wuud probably all liv in the buetiful plaeses, and then Kansas wuud hav no peepl at all. It is forchunet for Kansas that U hav braens."

"Woen't U tel me a story, whiel we ar resting?" askt the chield.

The Scaircro luukt at her reproachfully, and anserd:

"Mi lief has bin so short that I reealy noe nuthing whutever. I was oenly maed day befor yesterday. Whut hapend in the werld befor that tiem is all unnoen to me. Lukily, when the farmer maed mi hed, wun of the ferst things he did was to paent mi eers, so that I herd whut was going on. Thair was anuther Munchkin with him, and the ferst thing I herd was the farmer saying, `How do U liek thoes eers?'

"`Thay arn't straet,'" anserd the uther.

"`Never miend,'" sed the farmer. "`Thay ar eers just the saem,'" which was troo enuf.

"`Now I'l maek the ies,'" sed the farmer. So he paented mi riet ie, and as soon as it was finisht I found mieself luuking at him and at evrything around me with a graet deel of cueriosity, for this was mi ferst glimps of the werld.

"`That's a rather prity ie,'" remarkt the Munchkin hoo was woching the farmer. "`Bloo paent is just the culor for ies.'

"`I think I'l maek the uther a litl biger,'" sed the farmer. And when the second ie was dun I cuud see much beter than befor. Then he maed mi noez and mi mouth. But I did not speek, becauz at that tiem I didn't noe whut a mouth was for. I had the fun of woching them maek mi body and mi arms and legs; and when thay fasend on mi hed, at last, I felt verry proud, forI thaut I was just as guud a man as enywun.

"`This felo wil scair the croes fast enuf,' sed the farmer. `He luuks just liek a man.'

"`Whi, he is a man,' sed the uther, and I qiet agreed with him. The farmer carryd me under his arm to the cornfeeld, and set me up on a tall stik, whair U found me. He and his frend soon after waukt away and left me aloen.

"I did not liek to be dezerted this way. So I tried to wauk after them. But mi feet wuud not tuch the ground, and I was forst to stay on that poel. It was a loenly lief to leed, for I had nuthing to think of, having bin maed such a litl whiel befor. Meny croes and uther berds floo into the cornfeeld, but as soon as thay saw me thay floo away agen, thinking I was a Munchkin; and this pleezd me and maed me feel that I was qiet an important person. Bi and bi an oeld cro floo neer me, and after luuking at me cairfuly he percht upon mi shoelder and sed:

"`I wunder if that farmer thaut to fool me in this clumzy maner. Eny cro of sens cuud see that U ar oenly stuft with straw.' Then he hopt doun at mi feet and aet all the corn he wonted. The uther berds, seeing he was not harmd bi me, caem to eet the corn too, so in a short tiem thair was a graet flok of them about me.

"I felt sad at this, for it shoed I was not such a guud Scaircro after all; but the oeld cro cumforted me, saying, `If U oenly had braens in yur hed U wuud be as guud a man as eny of them, and a beter man than sum of them. Braens ar the oenly things werth having in this werld, no mater whether wun is a cro or a man.'

"After the croes had gon I thaut this oever, and desieded I wuud tri hard to get sum braens. Bi guud luk U caem along and puuld me off the staek, and frum whut U say I am shur the Graet Oz wil giv me braens as soon as we get to the Emerald Sity."

"I hoep so," sed Dorothy ernestly, "sinss U seem ankshus to hav them."

"O, yes; I am ankshus," reternd the Scaircro. "It is such an uncumfortabl feeling to noe wun is a fool."

"Wel," sed the gerl, "let us go." And she handed the basket to the Scaircro.

Thair wer no fenses at all bi the roedsied now, and the land was ruf and untilled. Tord eevning thay caem to a graet forest, whair the trees groo so big and cloes together that thair branches met oever the roed of yelo brik. It was allmoest dark under the trees, for the branches shut out the dayliet; but the travelers did not stop, and went on into the forest.

"If this roed goes in, it must cum out," sed the Scaircro, "and as the Emerald Sity is at the uther end of the roed, we must go whairever it leeds us."

"Enywun wuud noe that," sed Dorothy.

"Sertenly; that is whi I noe it," reternd the Scaircro. "If it reqierd braens to figuer it out, I never shuud hav sed it."

After an our or so the liet faeded away, and thay found themselvs stumbling along in the darknes. Dorothy cuud not see at all, but Toto cuud, for sum daugs see verry wel in the dark; and the Scaircro declaird he cuud see as wel as bi day. So she tuuk hoeld of his arm and manejd to get along fairly wel.

"If U see eny hous, or eny plaes whair we can pas the niet," she sed, "U must tel me; for it is verry uncumfortabl wauking in the dark."

Soon after the Scaircro stopt.

"I see a litl cotej at the riet of us," he sed, "bilt of logs and branches. Shal we go thair?"

"Yes, indeed," anserd the chield. "I am all tierd out."

So the Scaircro led her thru the trees until thay reecht the cotej, and Dorothy enterd and found a bed of dried leevs in wun corner. She lay doun at wuns, and with Toto besied her soon fel into a sound sleep. The Scaircro, hoo was never tierd, stuud up in anuther corner and waeted paeshently until morning caem.





5. The Rescue of the Tin Wuudman

When Dorothy awoek the sun was shiening thru the trees and Toto had long bin out chaesing berds around him and sqerels. She sat up and luukt around her. Scaircro, stil standing paeshently in his corner, waeting for her.

"We must go and serch for wauter," she sed to him.

"Whi do U wont wauter?" he askt.

"To wosh mi faes cleen after the dust of the roed, and to drink, so the dri bred wil not stik in mi throet."

"It must be inconveenyunt to be maed of flesh," sed the Scaircro thautfuly, "for U must sleep, and eet and drink. However, U hav braens, and it is werth a lot of bother to be aebl to think properly."

Thay left the cotej and waukt thru the trees until thay found a litl spring of cleer wauter, whair Dorothy drank and baethd and aet her brekfast. She saw thair was not much bred left in the basket, and the gerl was thankful the Scaircro did not hav to eet enything, for thair was scairsly enuf for herself and Toto for the day.

When she had finisht her meel, and was about to go bak to the roed of yelo brik, she was startld to heer a deep groen neer bi.

"Whut was that?" she askt timidly.

"I cannot imajin," replied the Scaircro; "but we can go and see."

Just then anuther groen reecht thair eers, and the sound seemd to cum frum behiend them. Thay ternd and waukt thru the forest a fue steps, when Dorothy discuverd sumthing shiening in a ray of sunshien that fel between the trees. She ran to the plaes and then stopt short, with a litl cri of serpriez.

Wun of the big trees had bin partly chopt thru, and standing besied it, with an uplifted ax in his hands, was a man maed entierly of tin. His hed and arms and legs wer jointed upon his body, but he stuud perfectly moeshunles, as if he cuud not ster at all.

Dorothy luukt at him in amaezment, and so did the Scaircro, whiel Toto barked sharply and maed a snap at the tin legs, which hert his teeth.

"Did U groen?" askt Dorothy.

"Yes," anserd the tin man, "I did. I'v bin groening for mor than a yeer, and no wun has ever herd me befor or cum to help me."

"Whut can I do for U?" she inqierd sofftly, for she was moovd bi the sad vois in which the man spoek.

"Get an oil-can and oil mi joints," he anserd. "Thay ar rusted so badly that I cannot moov them at all; if I am wel oild I shal soon be all riet agen. U wil fiend an oil-can on a shelf in mi cotej."

Dorothy at wuns ran bak to the cotej and found the oil-can, and then she reternd and askt ankshusly, "Whair ar yur joints?"

"Oil mi nek, ferst," replied the Tin Wuudman. So she oild it, and as it was qiet badly rusted the Scaircro tuuk hoeld of the tin hed and moovd it jently frum sied to sied until it werkt freely, and then the man cuud tern it himself.

"Now oil the joints in mi arms," he sed. And Dorothy oild them and the Scaircro bent them cairfuly until thay wer qiet free frum rust and as guud as nue.

The Tin Wuudman gaev a si of satisfacshun and loeerd his ax, which he leend agenst the tree.

"This is a graet cumfort," he sed. "I hav bin hoelding that ax in the air ever sinss I rusted, and I'm glad to be aebl to puut it doun at last. Now, if U wil oil the joints of mi legs, I shal be all riet wuns mor."

So thay oild his legs until he cuud moov them freely; and he thankt them agen and agen for his relees, for he seemd a verry poliet creecher, and verry graetful.

"I miet hav stuud thair allways if U had not cum along," he sed; "so U hav sertenly saevd mi lief. How did U hapen to be heer?"

"We ar on our way to the Emerald Sity to see the Graet Oz," she anserd, "and we stopt at yur cotej to pas the niet."

"Whi do U wish to see Oz?" he askt.

"I wont him to send me bak to Kansas, and the Scaircro wonts him to puut a fue braens into his hed," she replied.

The Tin Wuudman apeerd to think deeply for a moement. Then he sed:

"Do U supoez Oz cuud giv me a hart?"

"Whi, I ges so," Dorothy anserd. "It wuud be as eezy as to giv the Scaircro braens."

"Troo," the Tin Wuudman reternd. "So, if U wil alow me to join yur party, I wil allso go to the Emerald Sity and ask Oz to help me."

"Cum along," sed the Scaircro hartily, and Dorothy aded that she wuud be pleezd to hav his cumpany. So the Tin Wuudman shoelderd his ax and thay all past thru the forest until thay caem to the roed that was paevd with yelo brik.

The Tin Wuudman had askt Dorothy to puut the oil-can in her basket. "For," he sed, "if I shuud get caut in the raen, and rust agen, I wuud need the oil-can badly."

It was a bit of guud luk to hav thair nue comrad join the party, for soon after thay had begun thair jerny agen thay caem to a plaes whair the trees and branches groo so thik oever the roed that the travelers cuud not pas. But the Tin Wuudman set to werk with his ax and chopt so wel that soon he cleerd a pasej for the entier party.

Dorothy was thinking so ernestly as thay waukt along that she did not noetis when the Scaircro stumbld into a hoel and roeld oever to the sied of the roed. Indeed he was obliejd to call to her to help him up agen.

"Whi didn't U wauk around the hoel?" askt the Tin Wuudman.

"I don't noe enuf," replied the Scaircro cheerfuly. "Mi hed is stuft with straw, U noe, and that is whi I am going to Oz to ask him for sum braens."

"O, I see," sed the Tin Wuudman. "But, after all, braens ar not the best things in the werld."

"Hav U eny?" inqierd the Scaircro.

"No, mi hed is qiet empty," anserd the Wuudman. "But wuns I had braens, and a hart allso; so, having tried them boeth, I shuud much rather hav a hart."

"And whi is that?" askt the Scaircro.

"I wil tel U mi story, and then U wil noe."

So, whiel thay wer wauking thru the forest, the Tin Wuudman toeld the foloeing story:

"I was born the sun of a wuudman hoo chopt doun trees in the forest and soeld the wuud for a living. When I groo up, I too becaem a wuudchoper, and after mi faather died I tuuk cair of mi oeld muther as long as she livd. Then I maed up mi miend that insted of living aloen I wuud marry, so that I miet not becum loenly.

"Thair was wun of the Munchkin gerls hoo was so buetiful that I soon groo to luv her with all mi hart. She, on her part, promist to marry me as soon as I cuud ern enuf muny to bild a beter hous for her; so I set to werk harder than ever. But the gerl livd with an oeld wuuman hoo did not wont her to marry enywun, for she was so laezy she wisht the gerl to remaen with her and do the cuuking and the houswerk. So the oeld wuuman went to the Wiked Wich of the Eest, and promist her too sheep and a cow if she wuud prevent the marrej. Thairupon the Wiked Wich enchanted mi ax, and when I was choping away at mi best wun day, for I was ankshus to get the nue hous and mi wief as soon as posibl, the ax slipt all at wuns and cut off mi left leg.

"This at ferst seemd a graet misforchen, for I nue a wun-legd man cuud not do verry wel as a wuud-choper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him maek me a nue leg out of tin. The leg werkt verry wel, wuns I was uezd to it. But mi acshun anggerd the Wiked Wich of the Eest, for she had promist the oeld wuuman I shuud not marry the prity Munchkin gerl. When I began choping agen, mi ax slipt and cut off mi riet leg. Agen I went to the tinsmith, and agen he maed me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted ax cut off mi arms, wun after the uther; but, nuthing daunted, I had them replaest with tin wuns. The Wiked Wich then maed the ax slip and cut off mi hed, and at ferst I thaut that was the end of me. But the tinsmith hapend to cum along, and he maed me a nue hed out of tin.

"I thaut I had beeten the Wiked Wich then, and I werkt harder than ever; but I litl nue how crooel mi enemy cuud be. She thaut of a nue way to kil mi luv for the buetiful Munchkin maeden, and maed mi ax slip agen, so that it cut riet thru mi body, spliting me into too havs. Wuns mor the tinsmith caem to mi help and maed me a body of tin, fasening mi tin arms and legs and hed to it, bi meens of joints, so that I cuud moov around as wel as ever. But, alas! I had now no hart, so that I lost all mi luv for the Munchkin gerl, and did not cair whether I marryd her or not. I supoez she is stil living with the oeld wuuman, waeting for me to cum after her.

"Mi body shoen so brietly in the sun that I felt verry proud of it and it did not mater now if mi ax slipt, for it cuud not cut me. Thair was oenly wun daenjer--that mi joints wuud rust; but I kept an oil-can in mi cotej and tuuk cair to oil mieself whenever I needed it. However, thair caem a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caut in a raenstorm, befor I thaut of the daenjer mi joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the wuuds until U caem to help me. It was a terribl thing to undergo, but during the yeer I stuud thair I had tiem to think that the graetest loss I had noen was the loss of mi hart. Whiel I was in luv I was the hapyest man on erth; but no wun can luv hoo has not a hart, and so I am rezolvd to ask Oz to giv me wun. If he duz, I wil go bak to the Munchkin maeden and marry her."

Boeth Dorothy and the Scaircro had bin graetly interested in the story of the Tin Wuudman, and now thay nue whi he was so ankshus to get a nue hart.

"All the saem," sed the Scaircro, "I shal ask for braens insted of a hart; for a fool wuud not noe whut to do with a hart if he had wun."

"I shal taek the hart," reternd the Tin Wuudman; "for braens do not maek wun hapy, and hapynes is the best thing in the werld."

Dorothy did not say enything, for she was puzld to noe which of her too frends was riet, and she desieded if she cuud oenly get bak to Kansas and Ant Em, it did not mater so much whether the Wuudman had no braens and the Scaircro no hart, or eech got whut he wonted.

Whut weryd her moest was that the bred was neerly gon, and anuther meel for herself and Toto wuud empty the basket. To be shur neether the Wuudman nor the Scaircro ever aet enything, but she was not maed of tin nor straw, and cuud not liv unles she was fed.





6. The Cowardly Lieon

All this tiem Dorothy and her companyons had bin wauking thru the thik wuuds. The roed was stil paevd with yelo brik, but thees wer much cuverd bi dried branches and ded leevs frum the trees, and the wauking was not at all guud.

Thair wer fue berds in this part of the forest, for berds luv the oepen cuntry whair thair is plenty of sunshien. But now and then thair caem a deep groul frum sum wield animal hiden amung the trees. Thees sounds maed the litl girl's hart beet fast, for she did not noe whut maed them; but Toto nue, and he waukt cloes to Dorothy's sied, and did not eeven bark in retern.

"How long wil it be," the chield askt of the Tin Wuudman, "befor we ar out of the forest?"

"I cannot tel," was the anser, "for I hav never bin to the Emerald Sity. But mi faather went thair wuns, when I was a boy, and he sed it was a long jerny thru a daenjerus cuntry, alltho neerer to the sity whair Oz dwels the cuntry is buetiful. But I am not afraed so long as I hav mi oil-can, and nuthing can hert the Scaircro, whiel U bair upon yur forhed the mark of the Guud Witch's kis, and that wil protect U frum harm."

"But Toto!" sed the gerl ankshusly. "Whut wil protect him?"

"We must protect him ourselvs if he is in daenjer," replied the Tin Wuudman.

Just as he spoek thair caem frum the forest a terribl ror, and the next moement a graet Lieon bounded into the roed. With wun blo of his paw he sent the Scaircro spining oever and oever to the ej of the roed, and then he struck at the Tin Wuudman with his sharp claws. But, to the Lion's serpriez, he cuud maek no impreshun on the tin, alltho the Wuudman fel oever in the roed and lay stil.

Litl Toto, now that he had an enemy to faes, ran barking tord the Lieon, and the graet beest had oepend his mouth to biet the daug, when Dorothy, feering Toto wuud be kild, and heedles of daenjer, rusht forward and slapt the Lieon upon his noez as hard as she cuud, whiel she cried out:

"Don't U dair to biet Toto! U aut to be ashaemd of yurself, a big beest liek U, to biet a pur litl daug!"

"I didn't biet him," sed the Lieon, as he rubd his noez with his paw whair Dorothy had hit it.

"No, but U tried to," she retorted. "U ar nuthing but a big coward."

"I noe it," sed the Lieon, hanging his hed in shaem. "I'v allways noen it. But how can I help it?"

"I don't noe, I'm shur. To think of yur strieking a stuft man, liek the pur Scaircro!"

"Is he stuft?" askt the Lieon in serpriez, as he wocht her pik up the Scaircro and set him upon his feet, whiel she pated him into shaep agen.

"Of cors he's stuft," replied Dorothy, hoo was stil anggry.

"That's whi he went oever so eezily," remarkt the Lieon. "It astonisht me to see him wherl around so. Is the uther wun stuft allso?"

"No," sed Dorothy, "he's maed of tin." And she helpt the Wuudman up agen.

"That's whi he neerly blunted mi claws," sed the Lieon. "When thay scracht agenst the tin it maed a coeld shiver run doun mi bak. Whut is that litl animal U ar so tender of?"

"He is mi daug, Toto," anserd Dorothy.

"Is he maed of tin, or stuft?" askt the Lieon.

"Neether. He's a--a--a meet daug," sed the gerl.

"O! He's a cuerius animal and seems remarkably small, now that I luuk at him. No wun wuud think of bieting such a litl thing, exsept a coward liek me," continued the Lieon sadly.

"Whut maeks U a coward?" askt Dorothy, luuking at the graet beest in wunder, for he was as big as a small hors.

"It's a mistery," replied the Lieon. "I supoez I was born that way. All the uther animals in the forest nacheraly expect me to be braev, for the Lieon is evrywhair thaut to be the King of Beests. I lernd that if I rord verry loudly evry living thing was frietend and got out of mi way. Whenever I'v met a man I'v bin awfuly scaird; but I just rord at him, and he has allways run away as fast as he cuud go. If the elefants and the tiegers and the bairs had ever tried to fiet me, I shuud hav run mieself--I'm such a coward; but just as soon as thay heer me ror thay all tri to get away frum me, and of cors I let them go."

"But that isn't riet. The King of Beests shuudn't be a coward," sed the Scaircro.

"I noe it," reternd the Lieon, wieping a teer frum his ie with the tip of his tael. "It is mi graet sorro, and maeks mi lief verry unhapy. But whenever thair is daenjer, mi hart begins to beet fast."

"Perhaps U hav hart dizeez," sed the Tin Wuudman.

"It may be," sed the Lieon.

"If U hav," continued the Tin Wuudman, "U aut to be glad, for it proovs U hav a hart. For mi part, I hav no hart; so I cannot hav hart dizeez."

"Perhaps," sed the Lieon thautfuly, "if I had no hart I shuud not be a coward."

"Hav U braens?" askt the Scaircro.

"I supoez so. I'v never luukt to see," replied the Lieon.

"I am going to the Graet Oz to ask him to giv me sum," remarkt the Scaircro, "for mi hed is stuft with straw."

"And I am going to ask him to giv me a hart," sed the Wuudman.

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

"Do U think Oz cuud giv me curej?" askt the Cowardly Lieon.

"Just as eezily as he cuud giv me braens," sed the Scaircro.

"Or giv me a hart," sed the Tin Wuudman.

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

"Then, if U don't miend, I'l go with U," sed the Lieon, "for mi lief is simply unbairabl without a bit of curej."

"U wil be verry welcum," anserd Dorothy, "for U wil help to keep away the uther wield beests. It seems to me thay must be mor cowardly than U ar if thay alow U to scair them so eezily."

"Thay reealy ar," sed the Lieon, "but that duzn't maek me eny braever, and as long as I noe mieself to be a coward I shal be unhapy."

So wuns mor the litl cumpany set off upon the jerny, the Lieon wauking with staetly strieds at Dorothy's sied. Toto did not aproov this nue comrad at ferst, for he cuud not forget how neerly he had bin crusht between the Lion's graet jaws. But after a tiem he becaem mor at eez, and prezently Toto and the Cowardly Lieon had groen to be guud frends.

During the rest of that day thair was no uther advencher to mar the pees of thair jerny. Wuns, indeed, the Tin Wuudman stept upon a beetl that was cralling along the roed, and kild the pur litl thing. This maed the Tin Wuudman verry unhapy, for he was allways cairful not to hert eny living creecher; and as he waukt along he wept several tairs of sorro and regret. Thees tairs ran sloely doun his faes and oever the hinjes of his jaw, and thair thay rusted. When Dorothy prezently askt him a qeschun the Tin Wuudman cuud not oepen his mouth, for his jaws wer tietly rusted together. He becaem graetly frietend at this and maed meny moeshuns to Dorothy to releev him, but she cuud not understand. The Lieon was allso puzld to noe whut was rong. But the Scaircro seezd the oil-can frum Dorothy's basket and oild the Woodman's jaws, so that after a fue moements he cuud tauk as wel as befor.

"This wil serv me a leson," sed he, "to luuk whair I step. For if I shuud kil anuther bug or beetl I shuud shurly cri agen, and crieing rusts mi jaws so that I cannot speek."

Thairafter he waukt verry cairfuly, with his ies on the roed, and when he saw a tieny ant toiling bi he wuud step oever it, so as not to harm it. The Tin Wuudman nue verry wel he had no hart, and thairfor he tuuk graet cair never to be crooel or unkiend to enything.

"U peepl with harts," he sed, "hav sumthing to gied U, and need never do rong; but I hav no hart, and so I must be verry cairful. When Oz givs me a hart of cors I needn't miend so much."



7. The Jerny to the Graet Oz

Thay wer obliejd to camp out that niet under a larj tree in the forest, for thair wer no houses neer. The tree maed a guud, thik cuvering to protect them frum the due, and the Tin Wuudman chopt a graet piel of wuud with his ax and Dorothy bilt a splendid fier that wormd her and maed her feel les loenly. She and Toto aet the last of thair bred, and now she did not noe whut thay wuud do for brekfast.

"If U wish," sed the Lieon, "I wil go into the forest and kil a deer for U. U can roest it bi the fier, sinss yur taests ar so pecuelyar that U prefer cuukt food, and then U wil hav a verry guud brekfast."

"Don't! Pleez don't," begd the Tin Wuudman. "I shuud sertenly weep if U kild a pur deer, and then mi jaws wuud rust agen."

But the Lieon went away into the forest and found his oen super, and no wun ever nue whut it was, for he didn't menshun it. And the Scaircro found a tree fuul of nuts and fild Dorothy's basket with them, so that she wuud not be hunggry for a long tiem. She thaut this was verry kiend and thautful of the Scaircro, but she laft hartily at the aukward way in which the pur creecher pikt up the nuts. His paded hands wer so clumzy and the nuts wer so small that he dropt allmoest as meny as he puut in the basket. But the Scaircro did not miend how long it tuuk him to fil the basket, for it enaebld him to keep away frum the fier, as he feerd a spark miet get into his straw and bern him up. So he kept a guud distans away frum the flaems, and oenly caem neer to cuver Dorothy with dri leevs when she lay doun to sleep. Thees kept her verry snug and worm, and she slept soundly until morning.

When it was dayliet, the gerl baethd her faes in a litl ripling bruuk, and soon after thay all started tord the Emerald Sity.

This was to be an eventful day for the travelers. Thay had hardly bin wauking an our when thay saw befor them a graet dich that crosst the roed and divieded the forest as far as thay cuud see on eether sied. It was a verry wied dich, and when thay crept up to the ej and luukt into it thay cuud see it was allso verry deep, and thair wer meny big, jaged roks at the botom. The sieds wer so steep that nun of them cuud cliem doun, and for a moement it seemd that thair jerny must end.

"Whut shal we do?" askt Dorothy despairingly.

"I havn't the faentest iedeea," sed the Tin Wuudman, and the Lieon shuuk his shagy maen and luukt thautful.

But the Scaircro sed, "We cannot fli, that is serten. Neether can we cliem doun into this graet dich. Thairfor, if we cannot jump oever it, we must stop whair we ar."

"I think I cuud jump oever it," sed the Cowardly Lieon, after mezhering the distans cairfuly in his miend.

"Then we ar all riet," anserd the Scaircro, "for U can carry us all oever on yur bak, wun at a tiem."

"Wel, I'l tri it," sed the Lieon. "Hoo wil go ferst?"

"I wil," declaird the Scaircro, "for, if U found that U cuud not jump oever the gulf, Dorothy wuud be kild, or the Tin Wuudman badly dented on the roks belo. But if I am on yur bak it wil not mater so much, for the fall wuud not hert me at all."

"I am terribly afraed of falling, mieself," sed the Cowardly Lieon, "but I supoez thair is nuthing to do but tri it. So get on mi bak and we wil maek the atempt."

The Scaircro sat upon the Lion's bak, and the big beest waukt to the ej of the gulf and croucht doun.

"Whi don't U run and jump?" askt the Scaircro.

"Becauz that isn't the way we Lieons do thees things," he replied. Then giving a graet spring, he shot thru the air and landed saefly on the uther sied. Thay wer all graetly pleezd to see how eezily he did it, and after the Scaircro had got doun frum his bak the Lieon sprang across the dich agen.

Dorothy thaut she wuud go next; so she tuuk Toto in her arms and cliemd on the Lion's bak, hoelding tietly to his maen with wun hand. The next moement it seemd as if she wer flieing thru the air; and then, befor she had tiem to think about it, she was saef on the uther sied. The Lieon went bak a therd tiem and got the Tin Wuudman, and then thay all sat doun for a fue moements to giv the beest a chans to rest, for his graet leeps had maed his breth short, and he panted liek a big daug that has bin runing too long.

Thay found the forest verry thik on this sied, and it luukt dark and gloomy. After the Lieon had rested thay started along the roed of yelo brik, sielently wundering, eech in his oen miend, if ever thay wuud cum to the end of the wuuds and reech the briet sunshien agen. To ad to thair discumfort, thay soon herd straenj noizes in the depths of the forest, and the Lieon whisperd to them that it was in this part of the cuntry that the Kalidahs livd.

"Whut ar the Kalidahs?" askt the gerl.

"Thay ar monstrus beests with bodys liek bairs and heds liek tiegers," replied the Lieon, "and with claws so long and sharp that thay cuud tair me in too as eezily as I cuud kil Toto. I'm terribly afraed of the Kalidahs."

"I'm not serpriezd that U ar," reternd Dorothy. "Thay must be dredful beests."

The Lieon was about to repli when sudenly thay caem to anuther gulf across the roed. But this wun was so braud and deep that the Lieon nue at wuns he cuud not leep across it.

So thay sat doun to consider whut thay shuud do, and after seerius thaut the Scaircro sed:

"Heer is a graet tree, standing cloes to the dich. If the Tin Wuudman can chop it doun, so that it wil fall to the uther sied, we can wauk across it eezily."

"That is a ferst-raet iedeea," sed the Lieon. "Wun wuud allmoest suspect U had braens in yur hed, insted of straw."

The Wuudman set to werk at wuns, and so sharp was his ax that the tree was soon chopt neerly thru. Then the Lieon puut his strong frunt legs agenst the tree and puusht with all his miet, and sloely the big tree tipt and fel with a crash across the dich, with its top branches on the uther sied.

Thay had just started to cross this qeer brij when a sharp groul maed them all luuk up, and to thair horror thay saw runing tord them too graet beests with bodys liek bairs and heds liek tiegers.

"Thay ar the Kalidahs!" sed the Cowardly Lieon, begining to trembl.

"Qik!" cried the Scaircro. "Let us cross oever."

So Dorothy went ferst, hoelding Toto in her arms, the Tin Wuudman foloed, and the Scaircro caem next. The Lieon, alltho he was sertenly afraed, ternd to faes the Kalidahs, and then he gaev so loud and terribl a ror that Dorothy screemd and the Scaircro fel oever bakward, whiel eeven the feers beests stopt short and luukt at him in serpriez.

But, seeing thay wer biger than the Lieon, and remembering that thair wer too of them and oenly wun of him, the Kalidahs agen rusht forward, and the Lieon crosst oever the tree and ternd to see whut thay wuud do next. Without stoping an instant the feers beests allso began to cross the tree. And the Lieon sed to Dorothy:

"We ar lost, for thay wil shurly tair us to peeses with thair sharp claws. But stand cloes behiend me, and I wil fiet them as long as I am aliev."

"Waet a minit!" calld the Scaircro. He had bin thinking whut was best to be dun, and now he askt the Wuudman to chop away the end of the tree that rested on thair sied of the dich. The Tin Wuudman began to uez his ax at wuns, and, just as the too Kalidahs wer neerly across, the tree fel with a crash into the gulf, carrying the ugly, snarling brutes with it, and boeth wer dasht to peeses on the sharp roks at the botom.

"Wel," sed the Cowardly Lieon, drawing a long breth of releef, "I see we ar going to liv a litl whiel longger, and I am glad of it, for it must be a verry uncumfortabl thing not to be aliev. Thoes creechers frietend me so badly that mi hart is beeting yet."

"Aa," sed the Tin Wuudman sadly, "I wish I had a hart to beet."

This advencher maed the travelers mor ankshus than ever to get out of the forest, and thay waukt so fast that Dorothy becaem tierd, and had to ried on the Lion's bak. To thair graet joy the trees becaem thiner the farther thay advanst, and in the afternoon thay sudenly caem upon a braud river, floeing swiftly just befor them. On the uther sied of the wauter thay cuud see the roed of yelo brik runing thru a buetiful cuntry, with green medoes doted with briet flowers and all the roed borderd with trees hanging fuul of delishus froots. Thay wer graetly pleezd to see this delietful cuntry befor them.

"How shal we cross the river?" askt Dorothy.

"That is eezily dun," replied the Scaircro. "The Tin Wuudman must bild us a raft, so we can floet to the uther sied."

So the Wuudman tuuk his ax and began to chop doun small trees to maek a raft, and whiel he was bizy at this the Scaircro found on the riverbank a tree fuul of fien froot. This pleezd Dorothy, hoo had eeten nuthing but nuts all day, and she maed a harty meel of the riep froot.

But it taeks tiem to maek a raft, eeven when wun is as industrius and untiering as the Tin Wuudman, and when niet caem the werk was not dun. So thay found a coezy plaes under the trees whair thay slept wel until the morning; and Dorothy dreemd of the Emerald Sity, and of the guud Wizard Oz, hoo wuud soon send her bak to her oen hoem agen.





8. The Dedly Popy Feeld

Our litl party of travelers awaekend the next morning refresht and fuul of hoep, and Dorothy brekfasted liek a prinses off peeches and plums frum the trees besied the river. Behiend them was the dark forest thay had past saefly thru, alltho thay had suferd meny discouragements; but befor them was a luvly, suny cuntry that seemd to bekon them on to the Emerald Sity.

To be shur, the braud river now cut them off frum this buetiful land. But the raft was neerly dun, and after the Tin Wuudman had cut a fue mor logs and fasend them together with wuuden pins, thay wer redy to start. Dorothy sat doun in the midl of the raft and held Toto in her arms. When the Cowardly Lieon stept upon the raft it tipt badly, for he was big and hevy; but the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman stuud upon the uther end to stedy it, and thay had long poels in thair hands to puush the raft thru the wauter.

Thay got along qiet wel at ferst, but when thay reecht the midl of the river the swift curent swept the raft dounstreem, farther and farther away frum the roed of yelo brik. And the wauter groo so deep that the long poels wuud not tuch the botom.

"This is bad," sed the Tin Wuudman, "for if we cannot get to the land we shal be carryd into the cuntry of the Wiked Wich of the West, and she wil enchant us and maek us her slaevs."

"And then I shuud get no braens," sed the Scaircro.

"And I shuud get no curej," sed the Cowardly Lieon.

"And I shuud get no hart," sed the Tin Wuudman.

"And I shuud never get bak to Kansas," sed Dorothy.

"We must sertenly get to the Emerald Sity if we can," the Scaircro continued, and he puusht so hard on his long poel that it stuk fast in the mud at the botom of the river. Then, befor he cuud puul it out agen--or let go--the raft was swept away, and the pur Scaircro left clinging to the poel in the midl of the river.

"Guud-bi!" he calld after them, and thay wer verry sorry to leev him. Indeed, the Tin Wuudman began to cri, but forchunetly rememberd that he miet rust, and so dried his tairs on Dorothy's aepron.

Of cors this was a bad thing for the Scaircro.

"I am now wers off than when I ferst met Dorothy," he thaut. "Then, I was stuk on a poel in a cornfeeld, whair I cuud maek-beleev scair the croes, at eny raet. But shurly thair is no ues for a Scaircro stuk on a poel in the midl of a river. I am afraed I shal never hav eny braens, after all!"

Doun the streem the raft floeted, and the pur Scaircro was left far behiend. Then the Lieon sed:

"Sumthing must be dun to saev us. I think I can swim to the shor and puul the raft after me, if U wil oenly hoeld fast to the tip of mi tael."

So he sprang into the wauter, and the Tin Wuudman caut fast hoeld of his tael. Then the Lieon began to swim with all his miet tord the shor. It was hard werk, alltho he was so big; but bi and bi thay wer drawn out of the curent, and then Dorothy tuuk the Tin Woodman's long poel and helpt puush the raft to the land.

Thay wer all tierd out when thay reecht the shor at last and stept off upon the prity green gras, and thay allso nue that the streem had carryd them a long way past the roed of yelo brik that led to the Emerald Sity.

"Whut shal we do now?" askt the Tin Wuudman, as the Lieon lay doun on the gras to let the sun dri him.

"We must get bak to the roed, in sum way," sed Dorothy.

"The best plan wil be to wauk along the riverbank until we cum to the roed agen," remarkt the Lieon.

So, when thay wer rested, Dorothy pikt up her basket and thay started along the grasy bank, to the roed frum which the river had carryd them. It was a luvly cuntry, with plenty of flowers and froot trees and sunshien to cheer them, and had thay not felt so sorry for the pur Scaircro, thay cuud hav bin verry hapy.

Thay waukt along as fast as thay cuud, Dorothy oenly stoping wuns to pik a buetiful flower; and after a tiem the Tin Wuudman cried out: "Luuk!"

Then thay all luukt at the river and saw the Scaircro percht upon his poel in the midl of the wauter, luuking verry loenly and sad.

"Whut can we do to saev him?" askt Dorothy.

The Lieon and the Wuudman boeth shuuk thair heds, for thay did not noe. So thay sat doun upon the bank and gaezd wistfuly at the Scaircro until a Stork floo bi, hoo, upon seeing them, stopt to rest at the water's ej.

"Hoo ar U and whair ar U going?" askt the Stork.

"I am Dorothy," anserd the gerl, "and thees ar mi frends, the Tin Wuudman and the Cowardly Lieon; and we ar going to the Emerald Sity."

"This isn't the roed," sed the Stork, as she twisted her long nek and luukt sharply at the qeer party.

"I noe it," reternd Dorothy, "but we hav lost the Scaircro, and ar wundering how we shal get him agen."

"Whair is he?" askt the Stork.

"Oever thair in the river," anserd the litl gerl.

"If he wasn't so big and hevy I wuud get him for U," remarkt the Stork.

"He isn't hevy a bit," sed Dorothy eegerly, "for he is stuft with straw; and if U wil bring him bak to us, we shal thank U ever and ever so much."

"Wel, I'l tri," sed the Stork, "but if I fiend he is too hevy to carry I shal hav to drop him in the river agen."

So the big berd floo into the air and oever the wauter til she caem to whair the Scaircro was percht upon his poel. Then the Stork with her graet claws grabd the Scaircro bi the arm and carryd him up into the air and bak to the bank, whair Dorothy and the Lieon and the Tin Wuudman and Toto wer siting.

When the Scaircro found himself amung his frends agen, he was so hapy that he hugd them all, eeven the Lieon and Toto; and as thay waukt along he sang "Tol-de-ri-de-o!" at evry step, he felt so gay.

"I was afraed I shuud hav to stay in the river forever," he sed, "but the kiend Stork saevd me, and if I ever get eny braens I shal fiend the Stork agen and do her sum kiendnes in retern."

"That's all riet," sed the Stork, hoo was flieing along besied them. "I allways liek to help enywun in trubl. But I must go now, for mi baebys ar waeting in the nest for me. I hoep U wil fiend the Emerald Sity and that Oz wil help U."

"Thank U," replied Dorothy, and then the kiend Stork floo into the air and was soon out of siet.

Thay waukt along lisening to the singing of the brietly culord berds and luuking at the luvly flowers which now becaem so thik that the ground was carpeted with them. Thair wer big yelo and whiet and bloo and perpl blosoms, besieds graet clusters of scarlet popys, which wer so brilyant in culor thay allmoest dazld Dorothy's ies.

"Arn't thay buetiful?" the gerl askt, as she breethd in the spiesy sent of the briet flowers.

"I supoez so," anserd the Scaircro. "When I hav braens, I shal probably liek them beter."

"If I oenly had a hart, I shuud luv them," aded the Tin Wuudman.

"I allways did liek flowers," sed the Lieon. "Thay of seem so helples and frael. But thair ar nun in the forest so briet as thees."

Thay now caem upon mor and mor of the big scarlet popys, and fueer and fueer of the uther flowers; and soon thay found themselvs in the midst of a graet medo of popys. Now it is wel noen that when thair ar meny of thees flowers together thair oedor is so powerful that enywun hoo breeths it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carryd away frum the sent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not noe this, nor cuud she get away frum the briet red flowers that wer evrywhair about; so prezently her ies groo hevy and she felt she must sit doun to rest and to sleep.

But the Tin Wuudman wuud not let her do this.

"We must hery and get bak to the roed of yelo brik befor dark," he sed; and the Scaircro agreed with him. So thay kept wauking until Dorothy cuud stand no longger. Her ies cloezd in spiet of herself and she forgot whair she was and fel amung the popys, fast asleep.

"Whut shal we do?" askt the Tin Wuudman.

"If we leev her heer she wil die," sed the Lieon. "The smell of the flowers is kiling us all. I mieself can scairsly keep mi ies oepen, and the daug is asleep allredy."

It was troo; Toto had fallen doun besied his litl mistres. But the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman, not being maed of flesh, wer not trubld bi the sent of the flowers.

"Run fast," sed the Scaircro to the Lieon, "and get out of this dedly flower bed as soon as U can. We wil bring the litl gerl with us, but if U shuud fall asleep U ar too big to be carryd."

So the Lieon arouzd himself and bounded forward as fast as he cuud go. In a moement he was out of siet.

"Let us maek a chair with our hands and carry her," sed the Scaircro. So thay pikt up Toto and puut the daug in Dorothy's lap, and then thay maed a chair with thair hands for the seet and thair arms for the arms and carryd the sleeping gerl between them thru the flowers.

On and on thay waukt, and it seemd that the graet carpet of dedly flowers that serounded them wuud never end. Thay foloed the bend of the river, and at last caem upon thair frend the Lieon, lieing fast asleep amung the popys. The flowers had bin too strong for the huej beest and he had given up at last, and fallen oenly a short distans frum the end of the popy bed, whair the sweet gras spred in buetiful green feelds befor them.

"We can do nuthing for him," sed the Tin Wuudman, sadly; "for he is much too hevy to lift. We must leev him heer to sleep on forever, and perhaps he wil dreem that he has found curej at last."

"I'm sorry," sed the Scaircro. "The Lieon was a verry guud comrad for wun so cowardly. But let us go on."

Thay carryd the sleeping gerl to a prity spot besied the river, far enuf frum the popy feeld to prevent her breething eny mor of the poizon of the flowers, and heer thay laed her jently on the sofft gras and waeted for the fresh breez to waken her.




9. The Qeen of the Feeld Mies

"We cannot be far frum the roed of yelo brik, now," remarkt the Scaircro, as he stuud besied the gerl, "for we hav cum neerly as far as the river carryd us away."

The Tin Wuudman was about to repli when he herd a lo groul, and terning his hed (which werkt buetifuly on hinjes) he saw a straenj beest cum bounding oever the gras tord them. It was, indeed, a graet yelo Wieldcat, and the Wuudman thaut it must be chaesing sumthing, for its eers wer lieing cloes to its hed and its mouth was wied oepen, shoeing too roes of ugly teeth, whiel its red ies gloed liek balls of fier. As it caem neerer the Tin Wuudman saw that runing befor the beest was a litl gray feeld mous, and alltho he had no hart he nue it was rong for the Wieldcat to tri to kil such a prity, harmles creecher.

So the Wuudman raezd his ax, and as the Wieldcat ran bi he gaev it a qik blo that cut the beast's hed cleen off frum its body, and it roeld oever at his feet in too peeses.

The feeld mous, now that it was freed frum its enemy, stopt short; and cuming sloely up to the Wuudman it sed, in a sqeeky litl vois:

"O, thank U! Thank U ever so much for saeving mi lief."

"Don't speek of it, I beg of U," replied the Wuudman. "I hav no hart, U noe, so I am cairful to help all thoes hoo may need a frend, eeven if it hapens to be oenly a mous."

"Oenly a mous!" cried the litl animal, indignantly. "Whi, I am a Qeen--the Qeen of all the Feeld Mies!"

"O, indeed," sed the Wuudman, maeking a bo.

"Thairfor U hav dun a graet deed, as wel as a braev wun, in saeving mi lief," aded the Qeen.

At that moement several mies wer seen runing up as fast as thair litl legs cuud carry them, and when thay saw thair Qeen thay exclaemd:

"O, yur Majesty, we thaut U wuud be kild! How did U manej to escaep the graet Wieldcat?" Thay all bowd so lo to the litl Qeen that thay allmoest stuud upon thair heds.

"This funy tin man," she anserd, "kild the Wieldcat and saevd mi lief. So heerafter U must all serv him, and oebay his slietest wish."

"We wil!" cried all the mies, in a shril corus. And then thay scamperd in all direcshuns, for Toto had awaekend frum his sleep, and seeing all thees mies around him he gaev wun bark of deliet and jumpt riet into the midl of the groop. Toto had allways luvd to chaes mies when he livd in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it.

But the Tin Wuudman caut the daug in his arms and held him tiet, whiel he calld to the mies, "Cum bak! Cum bak! Toto shal not hert U."

At this the Qeen of the Mies stuk her hed out frum underneeth a clump of gras and askt, in a timid vois, "Ar U shur he wil not biet us?"

"I wil not let him," sed the Wuudman; "so do not be afraed."

Wun bi wun the mies caem creeping bak, and Toto did not bark agen, alltho he tried to get out of the Woodman's arms, and wuud hav biten him had he not noen verry wel he was maed of tin. Fienaly wun of the bigest mies spoek.

"Is thair enything we can do," it askt, "to re-pay U for saeving the lief of our Qeen?"

"Nuthing that I noe of," anserd the Wuudman; but the Scaircro, hoo had bin trieing to think, but cuud not becauz his hed was stuft with straw, sed, qikly, "O, yes; U can saev our frend, the Cowardly Lieon, hoo is asleep in the popy bed."

"A Lieon!" cried the litl Qeen. "Whi, he wuud eet us all up."

"O, no," declaird the Scaircro; "this Lieon is a coward."

"Reealy?" askt the Mous.

"He sez so himself," anserd the Scaircro, "and he wuud never hert enywun hoo is our frend. If U wil help us to saev him I promis that he shal treet U all with kiendnes."

"Verry wel," sed the Qeen, "we trust U. But whut shal we do?"

"Ar thair meny of thees mies which call U Qeen and ar wiling to oebay U?"

"O, yes; thair ar thouzands," she replied.

"Then send for them all to cum heer as soon as posibl, and let eech wun bring a long pees of string."

The Qeen ternd to the mies that atended her and toeld them to go at wuns and get all her peepl. As soon as thay herd her orders thay ran away in evry direcshun as fast as posibl.

"Now," sed the Scaircro to the Tin Wuudman, "U must go to thoes trees bi the riversied and maek a truk that wil carry the Lieon."

So the Wuudman went at wuns to the trees and began to werk; and he soon maed a truk out of the lims of trees, frum which he chopt away all the leevs and branches. He fasend it together with wuuden pegs and maed the foer wheels out of short peeses of a big tree trunk. So fast and so wel did he werk that bi the tiem the mies began to ariev the truk was all redy for them.

Thay caem frum all direcshuns, and thair wer thouzands of them: big mies and litl mies and midl-siezd mies; and eech wun braut a pees of string in his mouth. It was about this tiem that Dorothy woek frum her long sleep and oepend her ies. She was graetly astonisht to fiend herself lieing upon the gras, with thouzands of mies standing around and luuking at her timidly. But the Scaircro toeld her about evrything, and terning to the dignified litl Mous, he sed:

"Permit me to introdues to U her Majesty, the Qeen."

Dorothy noded graevly and the Qeen maed a curtsy, after which she becaem qiet frendly with the litl gerl.

The Scaircro and the Wuudman now began to fasen the mies to the truk, uezing the strings thay had braut. Wun end of a string was tied around the nek of eech mous and the uther end to the truk. Of cors the truk was a thouzand tiems biger than eny of the mies hoo wer to draw it; but when all the mies had bin harnest, thay wer aebl to puul it qiet eezily. Eeven the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman cuud sit on it, and wer drawn swiftly bi thair qeer litl horses to the plaes whair the Lieon lay asleep.

After a graet deel of hard werk, for the Lieon was hevy, thay manejd to get him up on the truk. Then the Qeen herydly gaev her peepl the order to start, for she feerd if the mies stayd amung the popys too long thay allso wuud fall asleep.

At ferst the litl creechers, meny tho thay wer, cuud hardly ster the hevily loeded truk; but the Wuudman and the Scaircro boeth puusht frum behiend, and thay got along beter. Soon thay roeld the Lieon out of the popy bed to the green feelds, whair he cuud breeth the sweet, fresh air agen, insted of the poizonus sent of the flowers.

Dorothy caem to meet them and thankt the litl mies wormly for saeving her companyon frum deth. She had groen so fond of the big Lieon she was glad he had bin rescued.

Then the mies wer unharnessed frum the truk and scamperd away thru the gras to thair hoems. The Qeen of the Mies was the last to leev.

"If ever U need us agen," she sed, "cum out into the feeld and call, and we shal heer U and cum to yur asistans. Guud-bi!"

"Guud-bi!" thay all anserd, and away the Qeen ran, whiel Dorothy held Toto tietly lest he shuud run after her and frieten her.

After this thay sat doun besied the Lieon until he shuud awaeken; and the Scaircro braut Dorothy sum froot frum a tree neer bi, which she aet for her diner.



10. The Gardian of the Gaet

It was sum tiem befor the Cowardly Lieon awaekend, for he had laen amung the popys a long whiel, breething in thair dedly fraegrans; but when he did oepen his ies and roel off the truk he was verry glad to fiend himself stil aliev.

"I ran as fast as I cuud," he sed, siting doun and yauning, "but the flowers wer too strong for me. How did U get me out?"

Then thay toeld him of the feeld mies, and how thay had jenerusly saevd him frum deth; and the Cowardly Lieon laft, and sed:

"I hav allways thaut mieself verry big and terribl; yet such litl things as flowers caem neer to kiling me, and such small animals as mies hav saevd mi lief. How straenj it all is! But, comrads, whut shal we do now?"

"We must jerny on until we fiend the roed of yelo brik agen," sed Dorothy, "and then we can keep on to the Emerald Sity."

So, the Lieon being fuuly refresht, and feeling qiet himself agen, thay all started upon the jerny, graetly enjoying the wauk thru the sofft, fresh gras; and it was not long befor thay reecht the roed of yelo brik and ternd agen tord the Emerald Sity whair the Graet Oz dwelt.

The roed was smooth and wel paevd, now, and the cuntry about was buetiful, so that the travelers rejoist in leeving the forest far behiend, and with it the meny daenjers thay had met in its gloomy shaeds. Wuns mor thay cuud see fenses bilt besied the roed; but thees wer paented green, and when thay caem to a small hous, in which a farmer evidently livd, that allso was paented green. Thay past bi several of thees houses during the afternoon, and sumtiems peepl caem to the dors and luukt at them as if thay wuud liek to ask qeschuns; but no wun caem neer them nor spoek to them becauz of the graet Lieon, of which thay wer verry much afraed. The peepl wer all drest in cloething of a luvly emerald-green culor and wor peekt hats liek thoes of the Munchkins.

"This must be the Land of Oz," sed Dorothy, "and we ar shurly geting neer the Emerald Sity."

"Yes," anserd the Scaircro. "Evrything is green heer, whiel in the cuntry of the Munchkins bloo was the faevorit culor. But the peepl do not seem to be as frendly as the Munchkins, and I'm afraed we shal be unaebl to fiend a plaes to pas the niet."

"I shuud liek sumthing to eet besieds froot," sed the gerl, "and I'm shur Toto is neerly starvd. Let us stop at the next hous and tauk to the peepl."

So, when thay caem to a guud-siezd farmhous, Dorothy waukt boeldly up to the dor and nokt.

A wuuman oepend it just far enuf to luuk out, and sed, "Whut do U wont, chield, and whi is that graet Lieon with U?"

"We wish to pas the niet with U, if U wil alow us," anserd Dorothy; "and the Lieon is mi frend and comrad, and wuud not hert U for the werld."

"Is he taem?" askt the wuuman, oepening the dor a litl wieder.

"O, yes," sed the gerl, "and he is a graet coward, too. He wil be mor afraed of U than U ar of him."

"Wel," sed the wuuman, after thinking it oever and taeking anuther peep at the Lieon, "if that is the caes U may cum in, and I wil giv U sum super and a plaes to sleep."

So thay all enterd the hous, whair thair wer, besieds the wuuman, too children and a man. The man had hert his leg, and was lieing on the couch in a corner. Thay seemd graetly serpriezd to see so straenj a cumpany, and whiel the wuuman was bizy laying the taebl the man askt:

"Whair ar U all going?"

"To the Emerald Sity," sed Dorothy, "to see the Graet Oz."

"O, indeed!" exclaemd the man. "Ar U shur that Oz wil see U?"

"Whi not?" she replied.

"Whi, it is sed that he never lets enywun cum into his prezens. I hav bin to the Emerald Sity meny tiems, and it is a buetiful and wunderful plaes; but I hav never bin permited to see the Graet Oz, nor do I noe of eny living person hoo has seen him."

"Duz he never go out?" askt the Scaircro.

"Never. He sits day after day in the graet Throen Room of his Palas, and eeven thoes hoo waet upon him do not see him faes to faes."

"Whut is he liek?" askt the gerl.

"That is hard to tel," sed the man thautfuly. "U see, Oz is a Graet Wizard, and can taek on eny form he wishes. So that sum say he luuks liek a berd; and sum say he luuks liek an elefant; and sum say he luuks liek a cat. To uthers he apeers as a buetiful fairy, or a brownie, or in eny uther form that pleezes him. But hoo the reeal Oz is, when he is in his oen form, no living person can tel."

"That is verry straenj," sed Dorothy, "but we must tri, in sum way, to see him, or we shal hav maed our jerny for nuthing."

"Whi do U wish to see the terribl Oz?" askt the man.

"I wont him to giv me sum braens," sed the Scaircro eegerly.

"O, Oz cuud do that eezily enuf," declaird the man. "He has mor braens than he needs."

"And I wont him to giv me a hart," sed the Tin Wuudman.

"That wil not trubl him," continued the man, "for Oz has a larj colecshun of harts, of all siezes and shaeps."

"And I wont him to giv me curej," sed the Cowardly Lieon.

"Oz keeps a graet pot of curej in his Throen Room," sed the man, "which he has cuverd with a goelden plaet, to keep it frum runing oever. He wil be glad to giv U sum."

"And I wont him to send me bak to Kansas," sed Dorothy.

"Whair is Kansas?" askt the man, with serpriez.

"I don't noe," replied Dorothy sorrowfully, "but it is mi hoem, and I'm shur it's sumwhair."

"Verry liekly. Wel, Oz can do enything; so I supoez he wil fiend Kansas for U. But ferst U must get to see him, and that wil be a hard task; for the Graet Wizard duz not liek to see enywun, and he uezhualy has his oen way. But whut do U wont?" he continued, speeking to Toto. Toto oenly wagd his tael; for, straenj to say, he cuud not speek.

The wuuman now calld to them that super was redy, so thay gatherd around the taebl and Dorothy aet sum delishus porrij and a dish of scrambld egs and a plaet of nies whiet bred, and enjoyd her meel. The Lieon aet sum of the porrij, but did not cair for it, saying it was maed frum oets and oets wer food for horses, not for lieons. The Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman aet nuthing at all. Toto aet a litl of evrything, and was glad to get a guud super agen.

The wuuman now gaev Dorothy a bed to sleep in, and Toto lay doun besied her, whiel the Lieon garded the dor of her room so she miet not be disterbd. The Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman stuud up in a corner and kept qieet all niet, alltho of cors thay cuud not sleep.

The next morning, as soon as the sun was up, thay started on thair way, and soon saw a buetiful green glo in the skie just befor them.

"That must be the Emerald Sity," sed Dorothy.

As thay waukt on, the green glo becaem brieter and brieter, and it seemd that at last thay wer neering the end of thair travels. Yet it was afternoon befor thay caem to the graet wall that serounded the Sity. It was hi and thik and of a briet green culor.

In frunt of them, and at the end of the roed of yelo brik, was a big gaet, all studed with emeralds that gliterd so in the sun that eeven the paented ies of the Scaircro wer dazld bi thair brilyansy.

Thair was a bel besied the gaet, and Dorothy puusht the buton and herd a silvery tinkl sound within. Then the big gaet swung sloely oepen, and thay all past thru and found themselvs in a hi archt room, the walls of which glisend with countles emeralds.

Befor them stuud a litl man about the saem siez as the Munchkins. He was cloethd all in green, frum his hed to his feet, and eeven his skin was of a greenish tint. At his sied was a larj green box.

When he saw Dorothy and her companyons the man askt, "Whut do U wish in the Emerald Sity?"

"We caem heer to see the Graet Oz," sed Dorothy.

The man was so serpriezd at this anser that he sat doun to think it oever.

"It has bin meny yeers sinss enywun askt me to see Oz," he sed, shaeking his hed in perplexity. "He is powerful and terribl, and if U cum on an iedl or foolish errand to bother the wiez reflecshuns of the Graet Wizard, he miet be anggry and destroy U all in an instant."

"But it is not a foolish errand, nor an iedl wun," replied the Scaircro; "it is important. And we hav bin toeld that Oz is a guud Wizard."

"So he is," sed the green man, "and he rools the Emerald Sity wiezly and wel. But to thoes hoo ar not onest, or hoo aproech him frum cueriosity, he is moest terribl, and fue hav ever daird ask to see his faes. I am the Gardian of the Gaets, and sinss U demand to see the Graet Oz I must taek U to his Palas. But ferst U must puut on the spectacls."

"Whi?" askt Dorothy.

"Becauz if U did not wair spectacls the brietnes and glory of the Emerald Sity wuud bliend U. Eeven thoes hoo liv in the Sity must wair spectacls niet and day. Thay ar all lokt on, for Oz so orderd it when the Sity was ferst bilt, and I hav the oenly kee that wil unlok them."

He oepend the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was fild with spectacls of evry siez and shaep. All of them had green glases in them. The Gardian of the Gaets found a pair that wuud just fit Dorothy and puut them oever her ies. Thair wer too goelden bands fasend to them that past around the bak of her hed, whair thay wer lokt together bi a litl kee that was at the end of a chaen the Gardian of the Gaets wor around his nek. When thay wer on, Dorothy cuud not taek them off had she wisht, but of cors she did not wish to be bliended bi the glair of the Emerald Sity, so she sed nuthing.

Then the green man fited spectacls for the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman and the Lieon, and eeven on litl Toto; and all wer lokt fast with the kee.

Then the Gardian of the Gaets puut on his oen glases and toeld them he was redy to sho them to the Palas. Taeking a big goelden kee frum a peg on the wall, he oepend anuther gaet, and thay all foloed him thru the portal into the streets of the Emerald Sity.





11. The Wunderful Sity of Oz

Eeven with ies protected bi the green spectacls, Dorothy and her frends wer at ferst dazld bi the brilyansy of the wunderful Sity. The streets wer liend with buetiful houses all bilt of green marbl and studed evrywhair with sparkling emeralds. Thay waukt oever a paevment of the saem green marbl, and whair the bloks wer joind together wer roes of emeralds, set cloesly, and glitering in the brietnes of the sun. The windo paens wer of green glas; eeven the skie abuv the Sity had a green tint, and the rays of the sun wer green.

Thair wer meny peepl--men, wimen, and children--wauking about, and thees wer all drest in green cloeths and had greenish skins. Thay luukt at Dorothy and her straenjly asorted cumpany with wundering ies, and the children all ran away and hid behiend thair muthers when thay saw the Lieon; but no wun spoek to them. Meny shops stuud in the street, and Dorothy saw that evrything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn wer offerd for sael, as wel as green shoos, green hats, and green cloeths of all sorts. At wun plaes a man was seling green lemonaed, and when the children baut it Dorothy cuud see that thay paed for it with green penys.

Thair seemd to be no horses nor animals of eny kiend; the men carryd things around in litl green carts, which thay puusht befor them. Evrywun seemd hapy and contented and prosperus.

The Gardian of the Gaets led them thru the streets until thay caem to a big bilding, exactly in the midl of the Sity, which was the Palas of Oz, the Graet Wizard. Thair was a soeljer befor the dor, drest in a green ueniform and wairing a long green beerd.

"Heer ar straenjers," sed the Gardian of the Gaets to him, "and thay demand to see the Graet Oz."

"Step insied," anserd the soeljer, "and I wil carry yur mesej to him."

So thay past thru the Palas Gaets and wer led into a big room with a green carpet and luvly green fernicher set with emeralds. The soeljer maed them all wiep thair feet upon a green mat befor entering this room, and when thay wer seeted he sed polietly:

"Pleez maek yurselvs cumfortabl whiel I go to the dor of the Throen Room and tel Oz U ar heer."

Thay had to waet a long tiem befor the soeljer reternd. When, at last, he caem bak, Dorothy askt:

"Hav U seen Oz?"

"O, no," reternd the soeljer; "I hav never seen him. But I spoek to him as he sat behiend his screen and gaev him yur mesej. He sed he wil grant U an audyens, if U so dezier; but eech wun of U must enter his prezens aloen, and he wil admit but wun eech day. Thairfor, as U must remaen in the Palas for several days, I wil hav U shoen to rooms whair U may rest in cumfort after yur jerny."

"Thank U," replied the gerl; "that is verry kiend of Oz."

The soeljer now bloo upon a green whisl, and at wuns a yung gerl, drest in a prity green silk goun, enterd the room. She had luvly green hair and green ies, and she bowd lo befor Dorothy as she sed, "Folo me and I wil sho U yur room."

So Dorothy sed guud-bi to all her frends exsept Toto, and taeking the daug in her arms foloed the green gerl thru seven pasejes and up three fliets of stairs until thay caem to a room at the frunt of the Palas. It was the sweetest litl room in the werld, with a sofft cumfortabl bed that had sheets of green silk and a green velvet counterpaen. Thair was a tieny founten in the midl of the room, that shot a spray of green perfuem into the air, to fall bak into a buetifuly carvd green marbl baesin. Buetiful green flowers stuud in the windoes, and thair was a shelf with a ro of litl green buuks. When Dorothy had tiem to oepen thees buuks she found them fuul of qeer green pikchers that maed her laf, thay wer so funy.

In a wordroeb wer meny green dreses, maed of silk and satin and velvet; and all of them fited Dorothy exactly.

"Maek yurself perfectly at hoem," sed the green gerl, "and if U wish for enything ring the bel. Oz wil send for U tomorro morning."

She left Dorothy aloen and went bak to the uthers. Thees she allso led to rooms, and eech wun of them found himself lojd in a verry plezant part of the Palas. Of cors this polietnes was waested on the Scaircro; for when he found himself aloen in his room he stuud stoopidly in wun spot, just within the dorway, to waet til morning. It wuud not rest him to lie doun, and he cuud not cloez his ies; so he remaend all niet stairing at a litl spieder which was weeving its web in a corner of the room, just as if it wer not wun of the moest wunderful rooms in the werld. The Tin Wuudman lay doun on his bed frum fors of habit, for he rememberd when he was maed of flesh; but not being aebl to sleep, he past the niet mooving his joints up and doun to maek shur thay kept in guud werking order. The Lieon wuud hav preferd a bed of dried leevs in the forest, and did not liek being shut up in a room; but he had too much sens to let this wery him, so he sprang upon the bed and roeld himself up liek a cat and purred himself asleep in a minit.

The next morning, after brekfast, the green maeden caem to fech Dorothy, and she drest her in wun of the prityest gouns, maed of green broecaeded satin. Dorothy puut on a green silk aepron and tied a green ribon around Toto's nek, and thay started for the Throen Room of the Graet Oz.

Ferst thay caem to a graet hall in which wer meny laedys and jentlmen of the cort, all drest in rich costooms. Thees peepl had nuthing to do but tauk to eech uther, but thay allways caem to waet outsied the Throen Room evry morning, alltho thay wer never permited to see Oz. As Dorothy enterd thay luukt at her cueriusly, and wun of them whisperd:

"Ar U reealy going to luuk upon the faes of Oz the Terribl?"

"Of cors," anserd the gerl, "if he wil see me."

"O, he wil see U," sed the soeljer hoo had taeken her mesej to the Wizard, "alltho he duz not liek to hav peepl ask to see him. Indeed, at ferst he was anggry and sed I shuud send U bak whair U caem frum. Then he askt me whut U luukt liek, and when I menshund yur silver shoos he was verry much interested. At last I toeld him about the mark upon yur forhed, and he desieded he wuud admit U to his prezens."

Just then a bel rang, and the green gerl sed to Dorothy, "That is the signal. U must go into the Throen Room aloen."

She oepend a litl dor and Dorothy waukt boeldly thru and found herself in a wunderful plaes. It was a big, round room with a hi archt roof, and the walls and seeling and flor wer cuverd with larj emeralds set cloesly together. In the senter of the roof was a graet liet, as briet as the sun, which maed the emeralds sparkl in a wunderful maner.

But whut interested Dorothy moest was the big throen of green marbl that stuud in the midl of the room. It was shaept liek a chair and sparkld with jems, as did evrything els. In the senter of the chair was an enormus Hed, without a body to suport it or eny arms or legs whutever. Thair was no hair upon this hed, but it had ies and a noez and mouth, and was much biger than the hed of the bigest jieant.

As Dorothy gaezd upon this in wunder and feer, the ies ternd sloely and luukt at her sharply and stedily. Then the mouth moovd, and Dorothy herd a vois say:

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl. Hoo ar U, and whi do U seek me?"

It was not such an awful vois as she had expected to cum frum the big Hed; so she tuuk curej and anserd:

"I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I hav cum to U for help."

The ies luukt at her thautfuly for a fuul minit. Then sed the vois:

"Whair did U get the silver shoos?"

"I got them frum the Wiked Wich of the Eest, when mi hous fel on her and kild her," she replied.

"Whair did U get the mark upon yur forhed?" continued the vois.

"That is whair the Guud Wich of the North kist me when she baed me guud-bi and sent me to U," sed the gerl.

Agen the ies luukt at her sharply, and thay saw she was teling the trooth. Then Oz askt, "Whut do U wish me to do?"

"Send me bak to Kansas, whair mi Ant Em and Unkl Henry ar," she anserd ernestly. "I don't liek yur cuntry, alltho it is so buetiful. And I am shur Ant Em wil be dredfuly weryd oever mi being away so long."

The ies winkt three tiems, and then thay ternd up to the seeling and doun to the flor and roeld around so queerly that thay seemd to see evry part of the room. And at last thay luukt at Dorothy agen.

"Whi shuud I do this for U?" askt Oz.

"Becauz U ar strong and I am weak; becauz U ar a Graet Wizard and I am oenly a litl gerl."

"But U wer strong enuf to kil the Wiked Wich of the Eest," sed Oz.

"That just hapend," reternd Dorothy simply; "I cuud not help it."

"Wel," sed the Hed, "I wil giv U mi anser. U hav no riet to expect me to send U bak to Kansas unles U do sumthing for me in retern. In this cuntry evrywun must pay for evrything he gets. If U wish me to uez mi majic power to send U hoem agen U must do sumthing for me ferst. Help me and I wil help U."

"Whut must I do?" askt the gerl.

"Kil the Wiked Wich of the West," anserd Oz.

"But I cannot!" exclaemd Dorothy, graetly serpriezd.

"U kild the Wich of the Eest and U wair the silver shoos, which bair a powerful charm. Thair is now but wun Wiked Wich left in all this land, and when U can tel me she is ded I wil send U bak to Kansas--but not befor."

The litl gerl began to weep, she was so much disapointed; and the ies winkt agen and luukt upon her ankshusly, as if the Graet Oz felt that she cuud help him if she wuud.

"I never kild enything, wilingly," she sobd. "Eeven if I wonted to, how cuud I kil the Wiked Wich? If U, hoo ar Graet and Terribl, cannot kil her yurself, how do U expect me to do it?"

"I do not noe," sed the Hed; "but that is mi anser, and until the Wiked Wich dies U wil not see yur unkl and ant agen. Remember that the Wich is Wiked--tremendusly Wiked -and aut to be kild. Now go, and do not ask to see me agen until U hav dun yur task."

Sorrowfully Dorothy left the Throen Room and went bak whair the Lieon and the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman wer waeting to heer whut Oz had sed to her. "Thair is no hoep for me," she sed sadly, "for Oz wil not send me hoem until I hav kild the Wiked Wich of the West; and that I can never do."

Her frends wer sorry, but cuud do nuthing to help her; so Dorothy went to her oen room and lay doun on the bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next morning the soeljer with the green whiskers caem to the Scaircro and sed:

"Cum with me, for Oz has sent for U."

So the Scaircro foloed him and was admited into the graet Throen Room, whair he saw, siting in the emerald throen, a moest luvly Laedy. She was drest in green silk gauz and wor upon her floeing green loks a croun of jooels. Groeing frum her shoelders wer wings, gorjus in culor and so liet that thay fluterd if the slietest breth of air reecht them.

When the Scaircro had bowd, as pritily as his straw stufing wuud let him, befor this buetiful creecher, she luukt upon him sweetly, and sed:

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl. Hoo ar U, and whi do U seek me?"

Now the Scaircro, hoo had expected to see the graet Hed Dorothy had toeld him of, was much astonisht; but he anserd her braevly.

"I am oenly a Scaircro, stuft with straw. Thairfor I hav no braens, and I cum to U praying that U wil puut braens in mi hed insted of straw, so that I may becum as much a man as eny uther in yur dominyons."

"Whi shuud I do this for U?" askt the Laedy.

"Becauz U ar wiez and powerful, and no wun els can help me," anserd the Scaircro.

"I never grant faevors without sum retern," sed Oz; "but this much I wil promis. If U wil kil for me the Wiked Wich of the West, I wil bestoe upon U a graet meny braens, and such guud braens that U wil be the wiezest man in all the Land of Oz."

"I thaut U askt Dorothy to kil the Wich," sed the Scaircro, in serpriez.

"So I did. I don't cair hoo kils her. But until she is ded I wil not grant yur wish. Now go, and do not seek me agen until U hav ernd the braens U so graetly dezier."

The Scaircro went sorrowfully bak to his frends and toeld them whut Oz had sed; and Dorothy was serpriezd to fiend that the Graet Wizard was not a Hed, as she had seen him, but a luvly Laedy.

"All the saem," sed the Scaircro, "she needs a hart as much as the Tin Wuudman."

On the next morning the soeljer with the green whiskers caem to the Tin Wuudman and sed:

"Oz has sent for U. Folo me."

So the Tin Wuudman foloed him and caem to the graet Throen Room. He did not noe whether he wuud fiend Oz a luvly Laedy or a Hed, but he hoept it wuud be the luvly Laedy. "For," he sed to himself, "if it is the hed, I am shur I shal not be given a hart, sinss a hed has no hart of its oen and thairfor cannot feel for me. But if it is the luvly Laedy I shal beg hard for a hart, for all laedys ar themselvs sed to be kiendly hearted.

But when the Wuudman enterd the graet Throen Room he saw neether the Hed nor the Laedy, for Oz had taeken the shaep of a moest terribl Beest. It was neerly as big as an elefant, and the green throen seemd hardly strong enuf to hoeld its waet. The Beest had a hed liek that of a rienoseross, oenly thair wer fiev ies in its faes. Thair wer fiev long arms groeing out of its body, and it allso had fiev long, slim legs. Thik, wuuly hair cuverd evry part of it, and a mor dredful-luuking monster cuud not be imajind. It was forchunet the Tin Wuudman had no hart at that moement, for it wuud hav beet loud and fast frum terror. But being oenly tin, the Wuudman was not at all afraed, alltho he was much disapointed.

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl," spoek the Beest, in a vois that was wun graet ror. "Hoo ar U, and whi do U seek me?"

"I am a Wuudman, and maed of tin. Thairfor I hav no hart, and cannot luv. I pray U to giv me a hart that I may be as uther men ar."

"Whi shuud I do this?" demanded the Beest.

"Becauz I ask it, and U aloen can grant mi reqest," anserd the Wuudman.

Oz gaev a lo groul at this, but sed, grufly: "If U indeed dezier a hart, U must ern it."

"How?" askt the Wuudman.

"Help Dorothy to kil the Wiked Wich of the West," replied the Beest. "When the Wich is ded, cum to me, and I wil then giv U the bigest and kiendest and moest luving hart in all the Land of Oz."

So the Tin Wuudman was forst to retern sorrowfully to his frends and tel them of the terribl Beest he had seen. Thay all wunderd graetly at the meny forms the Graet Wizard cuud taek upon himself, and the Lieon sed:

"If he is a Beest when I go to see him, I shal ror mi loudest, and so frieten him that he wil grant all I ask. And if he is the luvly Laedy, I shal pretend to spring upon her, and so compel her to do mi biding. And if he is the graet Hed, he wil be at mi mersy; for I wil roel this hed all about the room until he promises to giv us whut we dezier. So be of guud cheer, mi frends, for all wil yet be wel."

The next morning the soeljer with the green whiskers led the Lieon to the graet Throen Room and baed him enter the prezens of Oz.

The Lieon at wuns past thru the dor, and glansing around saw, to his serpriez, that befor the throen was a Ball of Fier, so feers and gloeing he cuud scairsly bair to gaez upon it. His ferst thaut was that Oz had bi acsident caut on fier and was berning up; but when he tried to go neerer, the heet was so intens that it sinjd his whiskers, and he crept bak tremblingly to a spot neerer the dor.

Then a lo, qieet vois caem frum the Ball of Fier, and thees wer the werds it spoek:

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl. Hoo ar U, and whi do U seek me?"

And the Lieon anserd, "I am a Cowardly Lieon, afraed of evrything. I caem to U to beg that U giv me curej, so that in reality I may becum the King of Beests, as men call me."

"Whi shuud I giv U curej?" demanded Oz.

"Becauz of all Wizards U ar the graetest, and aloen hav power to grant mi reqest," anserd the Lieon.

The Ball of Fier bernd feersly for a tiem, and the vois sed, "Bring me proof that the Wiked Wich is ded, and that moement I wil giv U curej. But as long as the Wich livs, U must remaen a coward."

The Lieon was anggry at this speech, but cuud say nuthing in repli, and whiel he stuud sielently gaezing at the Ball of Fier it becaem so fueriusly hot that he ternd tael and rusht frum the room. He was glad to fiend his frends waeting for him, and toeld them of his terribl intervue with the Wizard.

"Whut shal we do now?" askt Dorothy sadly.

"Thair is oenly wun thing we can do," reternd the Lieon, "and that is to go to the land of the Winkies, seek out the Wiked Wich, and destroy her."

"But supoez we cannot?" sed the gerl.

"Then I shal never hav curej," declaird the Lieon.

"And I shal never hav braens," aded the Scaircro.

"And I shal never hav a hart," spoek the Tin of Wuudman.

"And I shal never see Ant Em and Unkl Henry," sed Dorothy, begining to cri.

"Be cairful!" cried the green gerl. "The tairs wil fall on yur green silk goun and spot it."

So Dorothy dried her ies and sed, "I supoez we must tri it; but I am shur I do not wont to kil enybody, eeven to see Ant Em agen."

"I wil go with U; but I'm too much of a coward to kil the Wich," sed the Lieon.

"I wil go too," declaird the Scaircro; "but I shal not be of much help to U, I am such a fool."

"I havn't the hart to harm eeven a Wich," remarkt the Tin Wuudman; "but if U go I sertenly shal go with U."

Thairfor it was desieded to start upon thair jerny the next morning, and the Wuudman sharpend his ax on a green griendstoen and had all his joints properly oild. The Scaircro stuft himself with fresh straw and Dorothy puut nue paent on his ies that he miet see beter. The green gerl, hoo was verry kiend to them, fild Dorothy's basket with guud things to eet, and fasend a litl bel around Toto's nek with a green ribon.

Thay went to bed qiet erly and slept soundly until dayliet, when thay wer awaekend bi the croeing of a green cok that livd in the bak yard of the Palas, and the cackling of a hen that had laed a green eg.





12. The Serch for the Wiked Wich

The soeljer with the green whiskers led them thru the streets of the Emerald Sity until thay reecht the room whair the Gardian of the Gaets livd. This offiser unlokt thair spectacls to puut them bak in his graet box, and then he polietly oepend the gaet for our frends.

"Which roed leeds to the Wiked Wich of the West?" askt Dorothy.

"Thair is no roed," anserd the Gardian of the Gaets. "No wun ever wishes to go that way."

"How, then, ar we to fiend her?" inqierd the gerl.

"That wil be eezy," replied the man, "for when she noes U ar in the cuntry of the Winkies she wil fiend U, and maek U all her slaevs."

"Perhaps not," sed the Scaircro, "for we meen to destroy her."

"O, that is diferent," sed the Gardian of the Gaets. "No wun has ever destroyd her befor, so I nacheraly thaut she wuud maek slaevs of U, as she has of the rest. But taek cair; for she is wiked and feers, and may not alow U to destroy her. Keep to the West, whair the sun sets, and U cannot fael to fiend her."

Thay thankt him and baed him guud-bi, and ternd tord the West, wauking oever feelds of sofft gras doted heer and thair with daezys and buttercups. Dorothy stil wor the prity silk dres she had puut on in the palas, but now, to her serpriez, she found it was no longger green, but puer whiet. The ribon around Toto's nek had allso lost its green culor and was as whiet as Dorothy's dres.

The Emerald Sity was soon left far behiend. As thay advanst the ground becaem rufer and hillier, for thair wer no farms nor houses in this cuntry of the West, and the ground was untilled.

In the afternoon the sun shoen hot in thair faeses, for thair wer no trees to offer them shaed; so that befor niet Dorothy and Toto and the Lieon wer tierd, and lay doun upon the gras and fel asleep, with the Wuudman and the Scaircro keeping woch.

Now the Wiked Wich of the West had but wun ie, yet that was as powerful as a telescoep, and cuud see evrywhair. So, as she sat in the dor of her casl, she hapend to luuk around and saw Dorothy lieing asleep, with her frends all about her. Thay wer a long distans off, but the Wiked Wich was anggry to fiend them in her cuntry; so she bloo upon a silver whisl that hung around her nek.

At wuns thair caem runing to her frum all direcshuns a pak of graet wuulvs. Thay had long legs and feers ies and sharp teeth.

"Go to thoes peepl," sed the Wich, "and tair them to peeses."

"Ar U not going to maek them yur slaevs?" askt the leeder of the wuulvs.

"No," she anserd, "wun is of tin, and wun of straw; wun is a gerl and anuther a Lieon. Nun of them is fit to werk, so U may tair them into small peeses."

"Verry wel," sed the wuulf, and he dasht away at fuul speed, foloed bi the uthers.

It was luky the Scaircro and the Wuudman wer wied awaek and herd the wuulvs cuming.

"This is mi fiet," sed the Wuudman, "so get behiend me and I wil meet them as thay cum."

He seezd his ax, which he had maed verry sharp, and as the leeder of the wuulvs caem on the Tin Wuudman swung his arm and chopt the wolf's hed frum its body, so that it imeedyetly died. As soon as he cuud raez his ax anuther wuulf caem up, and he allso fel under the sharp ej of the Tin Woodman's wepon. Thair wer forty wuulvs, and forty tiems a wuulf was kild, so that at last thay all lay ded in a heep befor the Wuudman.

Then he puut doun his ax and sat besied the Scaircro, hoo sed, "It was a guud fiet, frend."

Thay waeted until Dorothy awoek the next morning. The litl gerl was qiet frietend when she saw the graet piel of shagy wuulvs, but the Tin Wuudman toeld her all. She thankt him for saeving them and sat doun to brekfast, after which thay started agen upon thair jerny.

Now this saem morning the Wiked Wich caem to the dor of her casl and luukt out with her wun ie that cuud see far off. She saw all her wuulvs lieing ded, and the straenjers stil traveling thru her cuntry. This maed her angrier than befor, and she bloo her silver whisl twies.

Straetway a graet flok of wield croes caem flieing tord her, enuf to darken the skie.

And the Wiked Wich sed to the King Cro, "Fli at wuns to the straenjers; pek out thair ies and tair them to peeses."

The wield croes floo in wun graet flok tord Dorothy and her companyons. When the litl gerl saw them cuming she was afraed.

But the Scaircro sed, "This is mi batl, so lie doun besied me and U wil not be harmd."

So thay all lay upon the ground exsept the Scaircro, and he stuud up and strecht out his arms. And when the croes saw him thay wer frietend, as thees berds allways ar bi scaircroes, and did not dair to cum eny neerer. But the King Cro sed:

"It is oenly a stuft man. I wil pek his ies out."

The King Cro floo at the Scaircro, hoo caut it bi the hed and twisted its nek until it died. And then anuther cro floo at him, and the Scaircro twisted its nek allso. Thair wer forty croes, and forty tiems the Scaircro twisted a nek, until at last all wer lieing ded besied him. Then he calld to his companyons to riez, and agen thay went upon thair jerny.

When the Wiked Wich luukt out agen and saw all her croes lieing in a heep, she got into a terribl raej, and bloo three tiems upon her silver whisl.

Forthwith thair was herd a graet buzing in the air, and a sworm of blak bees caem flieing tord her.

"Go to the straenjers and sting them to deth!" comanded the Wich, and the bees ternd and floo rapidly until thay caem to whair Dorothy and her frends wer wauking. But the Wuudman had seen them cuming, and the Scaircro had desieded whut to do.

"Taek out mi straw and scater it oever the litl gerl and the daug and the Lieon," he sed to the Wuudman, "and the bees cannot sting them." This the Wuudman did, and as Dorothy lay cloes besied the Lieon and held Toto in her arms, the straw cuverd them entierly.

The bees caem and found no wun but the Wuudman to sting, so thay floo at him and broek off all thair stings agenst the tin, without herting the Wuudman at all. And as bees cannot liv when thair stings ar broeken that was the end of the blak bees, and thay lay scaterd thik about the Wuudman, liek litl heeps of fien coel.

Then Dorothy and the Lieon got up, and the gerl helpt the Tin Wuudman puut the straw bak into the Scaircro agen, until he was as guud as ever. So thay started upon thair jerny wuns mor.

The Wiked Wich was so anggry when she saw her blak bees in litl heeps liek fien coel that she stampt her fuut and tore her hair and gnashed her teeth. And then she calld a duzen of her slaevs, hoo wer the Winkies, and gaev them sharp spears, teling them to go to the straenjers and destroy them.

The Winkies wer not a braev peepl, but thay had to do as thay wer toeld. So thay marcht away until thay caem neer to Dorothy. Then the Lieon gaev a graet ror and sprang tords them, and the pur Winkies wer so frietend that thay ran bak as fast as thay cuud.

When thay reternd to the casl the Wiked Wich beet them wel with a strap, and sent them bak to thair werk, after which she sat doun to think whut she shuud do next. She cuud not understand how all her plans to destroy thees straenjers had faeld; but she was a powerful Wich, as wel as a wiked wun, and she soon maed up her miend how to act.

Thair was, in her cubord, a Goelden Cap, with a sercl of diemonds and roobys runing round it. This Goelden Cap had a charm. Hooever oend it cuud call three tiems upon the Wingd Munkys, hoo wuud oebay eny order thay wer given. But no person cuud comand thees straenj creechers mor than three tiems. Twies allredy the Wiked Wich had uezd the charm of the Cap. Wuns was when she had maed the Winkies her slaevs, and set herself to rool oever thair cuntry. The Wingd Munkys had helpt her do this. The second tiem was when she had faut agenst the Graet Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West. The Wingd Munkys had allso helpt her in doing this. Oenly wuns mor cuud she uez this Goelden Cap, for which reezon she did not liek to do so until all her uther powers wer exausted. But now that her feers wuulvs and her wield croes and her stinging bees wer gon, and her slaevs had bin scaird away bi the Cowardly Lieon, she saw thair was oenly wun way left to destroy Dorothy and her frends.

So the Wiked Wich tuuk the Goelden Cap frum her cubord and plaest it upon her hed. Then she stuud upon her left fuut and sed sloely:

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!"

Next she stuud upon her riet fuut and sed:

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!"

After this she stuud upon boeth feet and cried in a loud vois:

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!"

Now the charm began to werk. The skie was darkend, and a lo rumbling sound was herd in the air. Thair was a rushing of meny wings, a graet chatering and lafing, and the sun caem out of the dark skie to sho the Wiked Wich serounded bi a croud of munkys, eech with a pair of imens and powerful wings on his shoelders.

Wun, much biger than the uthers, seemd to be thair leeder. He floo cloes to the Wich and sed, "U hav calld us for the therd and last tiem. Whut do U comand?"

"Go to the straenjers hoo ar within mi land and destroy them all exsept the Lieon," sed the Wiked Wich. "Bring that beest to me, for I hav a miend to harnes him liek a hors, and maek him werk."

"Yur comands shal be oebayd," sed the leeder. Then, with a graet deel of chatering and noiz, the Wingd Munkys floo away to the plaes whair Dorothy and her frends wer wauking.

Sum of the Munkys seezd the Tin Wuudman and carryd him thru the air until thay wer oever a cuntry thikly cuverd with sharp roks. Heer thay dropt the pur Wuudman, hoo fel a graet distans to the roks, whair he lay so baterd and dented that he cuud neether moov nor groen.

Uthers of the Munkys caut the Scaircro, and with thair long finggers puuld all of the straw out of his cloeths and hed. Thay maed his hat and boots and cloeths into a small bundl and throo it into the top branches of a tall tree.

The remaening Munkys throo peeses of stout roep around the Lieon and woond meny coils about his body and hed and legs, until he was unaebl to biet or scrach or strugl in eny way. Then thay lifted him up and floo away with him to the Witch's casl, whair he was plaest in a small yard with a hi ieern fens around it, so that he cuud not escaep.

But Dorothy thay did not harm at all. She stuud, with Toto in her arms, woching the sad faet of her comrads and thinking it wuud soon be her tern. The leeder of the Wingd Munkys floo up to her, his long, hairy arms strecht out and his ugly faes grining terribly; but he saw the mark of the Guud Witch's kis upon her forhed and stopt short, moeshuning the uthers not to tuch her.

"We dair not harm this litl gerl," he sed to them, "for she is protected bi the Power of Guud, and that is graeter than the Power of Eevil. All we can do is to carry her to the casl of the Wiked Wich and leev her thair."

So, cairfuly and jently, thay lifted Dorothy in thair arms and carryd her swiftly thru the air until thay caem to the casl, whair thay set her doun upon the frunt dorstep. Then the leeder sed to the Wich:

"We hav oebayd U as far as we wer aebl. The Tin Wuudman and the Scaircro ar destroyd, and the Lieon is tied up in yur yard. The litl gerl we dair not harm, nor the daug she carrys in her arms. Yur power oever our band is now ended, and U wil never see us agen."

Then all the Wingd Munkys, with much lafing and chatering and noiz, floo into the air and wer soon out of siet.

The Wiked Wich was boeth serpriezd and weryd when she saw the mark on Dorothy's forhed, for she nue wel that neether the Wingd Munkys nor she, herself, dair hert the gerl in eny way. She luukt doun at Dorothy's feet, and seeing the Silver Shoos, began to trembl with feer, for she nue whut a powerful charm belongd to them. At ferst the Wich was tempted to run away frum Dorothy; but she hapend to luuk into the child's ies and saw how simpl the soel behiend them was, and that the litl gerl did not noe of the wunderful power the Silver Shoos gaev her. So the Wiked Wich laft to herself, and thaut, "I can stil maek her mi slaev, for she duz not noe how to uez her power." Then she sed to Dorothy, harshly and seveerly:

"Cum with me; and see that U miend evrything I tel U, for if U do not I wil maek an end of U, as I did of the Tin Wuudman and the Scaircro."

Dorothy foloed her thru meny of the buetiful rooms in her casl until thay caem to the kichen, whair the Wich baed her cleen the pots and ketls and sweep the flor and keep the fier fed with wuud.

Dorothy went to werk meekly, with her miend maed up to werk as hard as she cuud; for she was glad the Wiked Wich had desieded not to kil her.

With Dorothy hard at werk, the Wich thaut she wuud go into the cort-yard and harnes the Cowardly Lieon liek a hors; it wuud amuez her, she was shur, to maek him draw her charriot whenever she wisht to go to driev. But as she oepend the gaet the Lieon gaev a loud ror and bounded at her so feersly that the Wich was afraed, and ran out and shut the gaet agen.

"If I cannot harnes U," sed the Wich to the Lieon, speeking thru the bars of the gaet, "I can starv U. U shal hav nuthing to eet until U do as I wish."

So after that she tuuk no food to the imprizond Lieon; but evry day she caem to the gaet at noon and askt, "Ar U redy to be harnest liek a hors?"

And the Lieon wuud anser, "No. If U cum in this yard, I wil biet U."

The reezon the Lieon did not hav to do as the Wich wisht was that evry niet, whiel the wuuman was asleep, Dorothy carryd him food frum the cubord. After he had eeten he wuud lie doun on his bed of straw, and Dorothy wuud lie besied him and puut her hed on his sofft, shagy maen, whiel thay taukt of thair trubls and tried to plan sum way to escaep. But thay cuud fiend no way to get out of the casl, for it was constantly garded bi the yelo Winkies, hoo wer the slaevs of the Wiked Wich and too afraed of her not to do as she toeld them.

The gerl had to werk hard during the day, and offen the Wich thretend to beet her with the saem oeld umbrela she allways carryd in her hand. But, in trooth, she did not dair to striek Dorothy, becauz of the mark upon her forhed. The chield did not noe this, and was fuul of feer for herself and Toto. Wuns the Wich struck Toto a blo with her umbrela and the braev litl daug floo at her and bit her leg in retern. The Wich did not bleed whair she was biten, for she was so wiked that the blud in her had dried up meny yeers befor.

Dorothy's lief becaem verry sad as she groo to understand that it wuud be harder than ever to get bak to Kansas and Ant Em agen. Sumtiems she wuud cri biterly for ours, with Toto siting at her feet and luuking into her faes, whiening dizmaly to sho how sorry he was for his litl mistres. Toto did not reealy cair whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he nue the litl gerl was unhapy, and that maed him unhapy too.

Now the Wiked Wich had a graet longing to hav for her oen the Silver Shoos which the gerl allways wor. Her bees and her croes and her wuulvs wer lieing in heeps and drieing up, and she had uezd up all the power of the Goelden Cap; but if she cuud oenly get hoeld of the Silver Shoos, thay wuud giv her mor power than all the uther things she had lost. She wocht Dorothy cairfuly, to see if she ever tuuk off her shoos, thinking she miet steel them. But the chield was so proud of her prity shoos that she never tuuk them off exsept at niet and when she tuuk her bath. The Wich was too much afraed of the dark to dair go in Dorothy's room at niet to taek the shoos, and her dred of wauter was graeter than her feer of the dark, so she never caem neer when Dorothy was baething. Indeed, the oeld Wich never tucht wauter, nor ever let wauter tuch her in eny way.

But the wiked creecher was verry cuning, and she fienaly thaut of a trik that wuud giv her whut she wonted. She plaest a bar of ieern in the midl of the kichen flor, and then bi her majic arts maed the ieern invisibl to hueman ies. So that when Dorothy waukt across the flor she stumbld oever the bar, not being aebl to see it, and fel at fuul length. She was not much hert, but in her fall wun of the Silver Shoos caem off; and befor she cuud reech it, the Wich had snacht it away and puut it on her oen skiny fuut.

The wiked wuuman was graetly pleezd with the sucses of her trik, for as long as she had wun of the shoos she oend haf the power of thair charm, and Dorothy cuud not uez it agenst her, eeven had she noen how to do so.

The litl gerl, seeing she had lost wun of her prity shoos, groo anggry, and sed to the Wich, "Giv me bak mi shoo!"

"I wil not," retorted the Wich, "for it is now mi shoo, and not yurs."

"U ar a wiked creecher!" cried Dorothy. "U hav no riet to taek mi shoo frum me."

"I shal keep it, just the saem," sed the Wich, lafing at her, "and sumday I shal get the uther wun frum U, too."

This maed Dorothy so verry anggry that she pikt up the buket of wauter that stuud neer and dasht it oever the Wich, weting her frum hed to fuut.

Instantly the wiked wuuman gaev a loud cri of feer, and then, as Dorothy luukt at her in wunder, the Wich began to shrink and fall away.

"See whut U hav dun!" she screemd. "In a minit I shal melt away."

"I'm verry sorry, indeed," sed Dorothy, hoo was trooly frietend to see the Wich acchualy melting away liek broun shuugar befor her verry ies.

"Didn't U noe wauter wuud be the end of me?" askt the Wich, in a waeling, despairing vois.

"Of cors not," anserd Dorothy. "How shuud I?"

"Wel, in a fue minits I shal be all melted, and U wil hav the casl to yurself. I hav bin wiked in mi day, but I never thaut a litl gerl liek U wuud ever be aebl to melt me and end mi wiked deeds. Luuk out--heer I go!"

With thees werds the Wich fel doun in a broun, melted, shaeples mas and began to spred oever the cleen bords of the kichen flor. Seeing that she had reealy melted away to nuthing, Dorothy droo anuther buket of wauter and throo it oever the mes. She then swept it all out the dor. After piking out the silver shoo, which was all that was left of the oeld wuuman, she cleend and dried it with a clauth, and puut it on her fuut agen. Then, being at last free to do as she choez, she ran out to the cort-yard to tel the Lieon that the Wiked Wich of the West had cum to an end, and that thay wer no longger prizoners in a straenj land.





13. The Rescue

The Cowardly Lieon was much pleezd to heer that the Wiked Wich had bin melted bi a buket of wauter, and Dorothy at wuns unlokt the gaet of his prizon and set him free. Thay went in together to the casl, whair Dorothy's ferst act was to call all the Winkies together and tel them that thay wer no longger slaevs.

Thair was graet rejoising amung the yelo Winkies, for thay had bin maed to werk hard during meny yeers for the Wiked Wich, hoo had allways treeted them with graet crooelty. Thay kept this day as a holiday, then and ever after, and spent the tiem in feesting and dansing.

"If our frends, the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman, wer oenly with us," sed the Lieon, "I shuud be qiet hapy."

"Don't U supoez we cuud rescue them?" askt the gerl ankshusly.

"We can tri," anserd the Lieon.

So thay calld the yelo Winkies and askt them if thay wuud help to rescue thair frends, and the Winkies sed that thay wuud be delieted to do all in thair power for Dorothy, hoo had set them free frum bondej. So she choez a number of the Winkies hoo luukt as if thay nue the moest, and thay all started away. Thay traveld that day and part of the next until thay caem to the roky plaen whair the Tin Wuudman lay, all baterd and bent. His ax was neer him, but the blaed was rusted and the handl broeken off short.

The Winkies lifted him tenderly in thair arms, and carryd him bak to the Yelo Casl agen, Dorothy sheding a fue tairs bi the way at the sad pliet of her oeld frend, and the Lieon luuking soeber and sorry. When thay reecht the casl Dorothy sed to the Winkies:

"Ar eny of yur peepl tinsmiths?"

"O, yes. Sum of us ar verry guud tinsmiths," thay toeld her.

"Then bring them to me," she sed. And when the tinsmiths caem, bringing with them all thair tools in baskets, she inqierd, "Can U straeten out thoes dents in the Tin Wuudman, and bend him bak into shaep agen, and soder him together whair he is broeken?"

The tinsmiths luukt the Wuudman oever cairfuly and then anserd that thay thaut thay cuud mend him so he wuud be as guud as ever. So thay set to werk in wun of the big yelo rooms of the casl and werkt for three days and foer niets, hammering and twisting and bending and sodering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body and hed of the Tin Wuudman, until at last he was straetend out into his oeld form, and his joints werkt as wel as ever. To be shur, thair wer several paches on him, but the tinsmiths did a guud job, and as the Wuudman was not a vaen man he did not miend the paches at all.

When, at last, he waukt into Dorothy's room and thankt her for rescueing him, he was so pleezd that he wept tairs of joy, and Dorothy had to wiep evry teer cairfuly frum his faes with her aepron, so his joints wuud not be rusted. At the saem tiem her oen tairs fel thik and fast at the joy of meeting her oeld frend agen, and thees tairs did not need to be wiept away. As for the Lieon, he wiept his ies so offen with the tip of his tael that it becaem qiet wet, and he was obliejd to go out into the cort-yard and hoeld it in the sun til it dried.

"If we oenly had the Scaircro with us agen," sed the Tin Wuudman, when Dorothy had finisht teling him evrything that had hapend, "I shuud be qiet hapy."

"We must tri to fiend him," sed the gerl.

So she calld the Winkies to help her, and thay waukt all that day and part of the next until thay caem to the tall tree in the branches of which the Wingd Munkys had tosst the carecrow's cloeths.

It was a verry tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no wun cuud cliem it; but the Wuudman sed at wuns, "I'l chop it doun, and then we can get the Scarecrow's cloeths."

Now whiel the tinsmiths had bin at werk mending the Wuudman himself, anuther of the Winkies, hoo was a goeldsmith, had maed an ax-handl of solid goeld and fited it to the Woodman's ax, insted of the oeld broeken handl. Uthers polisht the blaed until all the rust was remoovd and it glisend liek bernisht silver.

As soon as he had spoeken, the Tin Wuudman began to chop, and in a short tiem the tree fel oever with a crash, whairupon the Scarecrow's cloeths fel out of the branches and roeld off on the ground.

Dorothy pikt them up and had the Winkies carry them bak to the casl, whair thay wer stuft with nies, cleen straw; and behoeld! heer was the Scaircro, as guud as ever, thanking them oever and oever agen for saeving him.

Now that thay wer re-uenieted, Dorothy and her frends spent a fue hapy days at the Yelo Casl, whair thay found evrything thay needed to maek them cumfortabl.

But wun day the gerl thaut of Ant Em, and sed, "We must go bak to Oz, and claem his promis."

"Yes," sed the Wuudman, "at last I shal get mi hart."

"And I shal get mi braens," aded the Scaircro joyfuly.

"And I shal get mi curej," sed the Lieon thautfuly.

"And I shal get bak to Kansas," cried Dorothy, claping her hands. "O, let us start for the Emerald Sity tomorro!"

This thay desieded to do. The next day thay calld the Winkies together and baed them guud-bi. The Winkies wer sorry to hav them go, and thay had groen so fond of the Tin Wuudman that thay begd him to stay and rool oever them and the Yelo Land of the West. Fiending thay wer determind to go, the Winkies gaev Toto and the Lieon eech a goelden colar; and to Dorothy thay prezented a buetiful braeslet studed with diemonds; and to the Scaircro thay gaev a goeld-heded wauking stik, to keep him frum stumbling; and to the Tin Wuudman thay offerd a silver oil-can, inlayd with goeld and set with preshus jooels.

Evry wun of the travelers maed the Winkies a prity speech in retern, and all shuuk hands with them until thair arms aekt.

Dorothy went to the Witch's cubord to fil her basket with food for the jerny, and thair she saw the Goelden Cap. She tried it on her oen hed and found that it fited her exactly. She did not noe enything about the charm of the Goelden Cap, but she saw that it was prity, so she maed up her miend to wair it and carry her sunbonet in the basket.

Then, being prepaird for the jerny, thay all started for the Emerald Sity; and the Winkies gaev them three cheers and meny guud wishes to carry with them.





14. The Wingd Munkys

U wil remember thair was no roed--not eeven a pathway-- between the casl of the Wiked Wich and the Emerald Sity. When the foer travelers went in serch of the Wich she had seen them cuming, and so sent the Wingd Munkys to bring them to her. It was much harder to fiend thair way bak thru the big feelds of buttercups and yelo daezys than it was being carryd. Thay nue, of cors, thay must go straet eest, tord the riezing sun; and thay started off in the riet way. But at noon, when the sun was oever thair heds, thay did not noe which was eest and which was west, and that was the reezon thay wer lost in the graet feelds. Thay kept on wauking, however, and at niet the moon caem out and shoen brietly. So thay lay doun amung the sweet smeling yelo flowers and slept soundly until morning-- all but the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman.

The next morning the sun was behiend a cloud, but thay started on, as if thay wer qiet shur which way thay wer going.

"If we wauk far enuf," sed Dorothy, "I am shur we shal sumtiem cum to sum plaes."

But day bi day past away, and thay stil saw nuthing befor them but the scarlet feelds. The Scaircro began to grumbl a bit.

"We hav shurly lost our way," he sed, "and unles we fiend it agen in tiem to reech the Emerald Sity, I shal never get mi braens."

"Nor I mi hart," declaird the Tin Wuudman. "It seems to me I can scairsly waet til I get to Oz, and U must admit this is a verry long jerny."

"U see," sed the Cowardly Lieon, with a whimper, "I havn't the curej to keep tramping forever, without geting enywhair at all."

Then Dorothy lost hart. She sat doun on the gras and luukt at her companyons, and thay sat doun and luukt at her, and Toto found that for the ferst tiem in his lief he was too tierd to chaes a buterfli that floo past his hed. So he puut out his tung and panted and luukt at Dorothy as if to ask whut thay shuud do next.

"Supoez we call the feeld mies," she sugjested. "Thay cuud probably tel us the way to the Emerald Sity."

"To be shur thay cuud," cried the Scaircro. "Whi didn't we think of that befor?"

Dorothy bloo the litl whisl she had allways carryd about her nek sinss the Qeen of the Mies had given it to her. In a fue minits thay herd the pattering of tieny feet, and meny of the small gray mies caem runing up to her. Amung them was the Qeen herself, hoo askt, in her sqeeky litl vois:

"Whut can I do for mi frends?"

"We hav lost our way," sed Dorothy. "Can U tel us whair the Emerald Sity is?"

"Sertenly," anserd the Qeen; "but it is a graet way off, for U hav had it at yur baks all this tiem." Then she noetist Dorothy's Goelden Cap, and sed, "Whi don't U uez the charm of the Cap, and call the Wingd Munkys to U? Thay wil carry U to the Sity of Oz in les than an our."

"I didn't noe thair was a charm," anserd Dorothy, in serpriez. "Whut is it?"

"It is riten insied the Goelden Cap," replied the Qeen of the Mies. "But if U ar going to call the Wingd Munkys we must run away, for thay ar fuul of mischif and think it graet fun to plaeg us."

"Woen't thay hert me?" askt the gerl ankshusly.

"O, no. Thay must oebay the wearer of the Cap. Guud-bi!" And she scamperd out of siet, with all the mies herying after her.

Dorothy luukt insied the Goelden Cap and saw sum werds riten upon the liening. Thees, she thaut, must be the charm, so she red the direcshuns cairfuly and puut the Cap upon her hed.

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" she sed, standing on her left fuut.

"Whut did U say?" askt the Scaircro, hoo did not noe whut she was doing.

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" Dorothy went on, standing this tiem on her riet fuut.

"Helo!" replied the Tin Wuudman caamly.

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" sed Dorothy, hoo was now standing on boeth feet. This ended the saying of the charm, and thay herd a graet chatering and flaping of wings, as the band of Wingd Munkys floo up to them.

The King bowd lo befor Dorothy, and askt, "Whut is yur comand?"

"We wish to go to the Emerald Sity," sed the chield, "and we hav lost our way."

"We wil carry U," replied the King, and no sooner had he spoeken than too of the Munkys caut Dorothy in thair arms and floo away with her. Uthers tuuk the Scaircro and the Wuudman and the Lieon, and wun litl Munky seezd Toto and floo after them, alltho the daug tried hard to biet him.

The Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman wer rather frietend at ferst, for thay rememberd how badly the Wingd Munkys had treeted them befor; but thay saw that no harm was intended, so thay roed thru the air qiet cheerfuly, and had a fien tiem luuking at the prity gardens and wuuds far belo them.

Dorothy found herself rieding eezily between too of the bigest Munkys, wun of them the King himself. Thay had maed a chair of thair hands and wer cairful not to hert her.

"Whi do U hav to oebay the charm of the Goelden Cap?" she askt.

"That is a long story," anserd the King, with a Wingd laf; "but as we hav a long jerny befor us, I wil pas the tiem bi teling U about it, if U wish."

"I shal be glad to heer it," she replied.

"Wuns," began the leeder, "we wer a free peepl, living hapily in the graet forest, flieing frum tree to tree, eeting nuts and froot, and doing just as we pleezd without calling enybody master. Perhaps sum of us wer rather too fuul of mischif at tiems, flieing doun to puul the taels of the animals that had no wings, chaesing berds, and throeing nuts at the peepl hoo waukt in the forest. But we wer cairles and hapy and fuul of fun, and enjoyd evry minit of the day. This was meny yeers ago, long befor Oz caem out of the clouds to rool oever this land.

"Thair livd heer then, away at the North, a buetiful prinses, hoo was allso a powerful sorceress. All her majic was uezd to help the peepl, and she was never noen to hert enywun hoo was guud. Her naem was Gayelette, and she livd in a hansum palas bilt frum graet bloks of ruby. Evrywun luvd her, but her graetest sorro was that she cuud fiend no wun to luv in retern, sinss all the men wer much too stoopid and ugly to maet with wun so buetiful and wiez. At last, however, she found a boy hoo was hansum and manly and wiez beyond his yeers. Gayelette maed up her miend that when he groo to be a man she wuud maek him her huzband, so she tuuk him to her ruby palas and uezd all her majic powers to maek him as strong and guud and luvly as eny wuuman cuud wish. When he groo to manhuud, Quelala, as he was calld, was sed to be the best and wiezest man in all the land, whiel his manly buety was so graet that Gayelette luvd him deerly, and haesend to maek evrything redy for the weding.

"Mi grandfaather was at that tiem the King of the Wingd Munkys which livd in the forest neer Gayelette's palas, and the oeld felo luvd a joek beter than a guud diner. Wun day, just befor the weding, mi grandfaather was flieing out with his band when he saw Quelala wauking besied the river. He was drest in a rich costoom of pink silk and perpl velvet, and mi grandfaather thaut he wuud see whut he cuud do. At his werd the band floo doun and seezd Quelala, carryd him in thair arms until thay wer oever the midl of the river, and then dropt him into the wauter.

"`Swim out, mi fien felo,' cried mi grandfaather, `and see if the wauter has spoted yur cloeths.' Quelala was much too wiez not to swim, and he was not in the leest spoild bi all his guud forchun. He laft, when he caem to the top of the wauter, and swam in to shor. But when Gayelette caem runing out to him she found his silks and velvet all rooind bi the river.

"The prinses was anggry, and she nue, of cors, hoo did it. She had all the Wingd Munkys braut befor her, and she sed at ferst that thair wings shuud be tied and thay shuud be treeted as thay had treeted Quelala, and dropt in the river. But mi grandfaather pleeded hard, for he nue the Munkys wuud droun in the river with thair wings tied, and Quelala sed a kiend werd for them allso; so that Gayelette fienaly spaird them, on condishun that the Wingd Munkys shuud ever after do three tiems the biding of the oener of the Goelden Cap. This Cap had bin maed for a weding prezent to Quelala, and it is sed to hav cost the prinses haf her kingdom. Of cors mi grandfaather and all the uther Munkys at wuns agreed to the condishun, and that is how it hapens that we ar three tiems the slaevs of the oener of the Goelden Cap, hoo-so-ever he may be."

"And whut becaem of them?" askt Dorothy, hoo had bin graetly interested in the story.

"Quelala being the ferst oener of the Goelden Cap," replied the Munky, "he was the ferst to lay his wishes upon us. As his bried cuud not bair the siet of us, he calld us all to him in the forest after he had marryd her and orderd us allways to keep whair she cuud never agen set ies on a Wingd Munky, which we wer glad to do, for we wer all afraed of her.

"This was all we ever had to do until the Goelden Cap fel into the hands of the Wiked Wich of the West, hoo maed us enslaev the Winkies, and afterward driev Oz himself out of the Land of the West. Now the Goelden Cap is yurs, and three tiems U hav the riet to lay yur wishes upon us."

As the Munky King finisht his story Dorothy luukt doun and saw the green, shiening walls of the Emerald Sity befor them. She wunderd at the rapid fliet of the Munkys, but was glad the jerny was oever. The straenj creechers set the travelers doun cairfuly befor the gaet of the Sity, the King bowd lo to Dorothy, and then floo swiftly away, foloed bi all his band.

"That was a guud ried," sed the litl gerl.

"Yes, and a qik way out of our trubls," replied the Lieon. "How luky it was U braut away that wunderful Cap!"





15. The Discuvery of Oz, the Terribl

The foer travelers waukt up to the graet gaet of Emerald Sity and rang the bel. After ringing several tiems, it was oepend bi the saem Gardian of the Gaets thay had met befor.

"Whut! ar U bak agen?" he askt, in serpriez.

"Do U not see us?" anserd the Scaircro.

"But I thaut U had gon to vizit the Wiked Wich of the West."

"We did vizit her," sed the Scaircro.

"And she let U go agen?" askt the man, in wunder.

"She cuud not help it, for she is melted," explaend the Scaircro.

"Melted! Wel, that is guud nues, indeed," sed the man. "Hoo melted her?"

"It was Dorothy," sed the Lieon graevly.

"Guud graeshus!" exclaemd the man, and he bowd verry lo indeed befor her.

Then he led them into his litl room and lokt the spectacls frum the graet box on all thair ies, just as he had dun befor. Afterward thay past on thru the gaet into the Emerald Sity. When the peepl herd frum the Gardian of the Gaets that Dorothy had melted the Wiked Wich of the West, thay all gatherd around the travelers and foloed them in a graet croud to the Palas of Oz.

The soeljer with the green whiskers was stil on gard befor the dor, but he let them in at wuns, and thay wer agen met bi the buetiful green gerl, hoo shoed eech of them to thair oeld rooms at wuns, so thay miet rest until the Graet Oz was redy to reseev them.

The soeljer had the nues carryd straet to Oz that Dorothy and the uther travelers had cum bak agen, after destroying the Wiked Wich; but Oz maed no repli. Thay thaut the Graet Wizard wuud send for them at wuns, but he did not. Thay had no werd frum him the next day, nor the next, nor the next. The waeting was tiersum and wairing, and at last thay groo vext that Oz shuud treet them in so pur a fashun, after sending them to undergo hardships and slaevery. So the Scaircro at last askt the green gerl to taek anuther mesej to Oz, saying if he did not let them in to see him at wuns thay wuud call the Wingd Munkys to help them, and fiend out whether he kept his promises or not. When the Wizard was given this mesej he was so frietend that he sent werd for them to cum to the Throen Room at foer minits after nien o'clok the next morning. He had wuns met the Wingd Munkys in the Land of the West, and he did not wish to meet them agen.

The foer travelers past a sleeples niet, eech thinking of the gift Oz had promist to bestoe on him. Dorothy fel asleep oenly wuns, and then she dreemd she was in Kansas, whair Ant Em was teling her how glad she was to hav her litl gerl at hoem agen.

Promptly at nien o'clok the next morning the green-whiskerd soeljer caem to them, and foer minits laeter thay all went into the Throen Room of the Graet Oz.

Of cors eech wun of them expected to see the Wizard in the shaep he had taeken befor, and all wer graetly serpriezd when thay luukt about and saw no wun at all in the room. Thay kept cloes to the dor and cloeser to wun anuther, for the stilnes of the empty room was mor dredful than eny of the forms thay had seen Oz taek.

Prezently thay herd a solem Vois, that seemd to cum frum sumwhair neer the top of the graet doem, and it sed:

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl. Whi do U seek me?"

Thay luukt agen in evry part of the room, and then, seeing no wun, Dorothy askt, "Whair ar U?"

"I am evrywhair," anserd the Vois, "but to the ies of comon mortals I am invisibl. I wil now seet mieself upon mi throen, that U may convers with me." Indeed, the Vois seemd just then to cum straet frum the throen itself; so thay waukt tord it and stuud in a ro whiel Dorothy sed:

"We hav cum to claem our promis, O Oz."

"Whut promis?" askt Oz.

"U promist to send me bak to Kansas when the Wiked Wich was destroyd," sed the gerl.

"And U promist to giv me braens," sed the Scaircro.

"And U promist to giv me a hart," sed the Tin Wuudman.

"And U promist to giv me curej," sed the Cowardly Lieon.

"Is the Wiked Wich reealy destroyd?" askt the Vois, and Dorothy thaut it trembld a litl.

"Yes," she anserd, "I melted her with a buket of wauter."

"Deer me," sed the Vois, "how suden! Wel, cum to me tomorro, for I must hav tiem to think it oever."

"U'v had plenty of tiem allredy," sed the Tin Wuudman anggrily.

"We shan't waet a day longger," sed the Scaircro.

"U must keep yur promises to us!" exclaemd Dorothy.

The Lieon thaut it miet be as wel to frieten the Wizard, so he gaev a larj, loud ror, which was so feers and dredful that Toto jumpt away frum him in alarm and tipt oever the screen that stuud in a corner. As it fel with a crash thay luukt that way, and the next moement all of them wer fild with wunder. For thay saw, standing in just the spot the screen had hiden, a litl oeld man, with a balld hed and a rinkld faes, hoo seemd to be as much serpriezd as thay wer. The Tin Wuudman, raezing his ax, rusht tord the litl man and cried out, "Hoo ar U?"

"I am Oz, the Graet and Terribl," sed the litl man, in a trembling vois. "But don't striek me--pleez don't--and I'l do enything U wont me to."

Our frends luukt at him in serpriez and dismay.

"I thaut Oz was a graet Hed," sed Dorothy.

"And I thaut Oz was a luvly Laedy," sed the Scaircro.

"And I thaut Oz was a terribl Beest," sed the Tin Wuudman.

"And I thaut Oz was a Ball of Fier," exclaemd the Lieon.

"No, U ar all rong," sed the litl man meekly. "I hav bin maeking beleev."

"Maeking beleev!" cried Dorothy. "Ar U not a Graet Wizard?"

"Hush, mi deer," he sed. "Don't speek so loud, or U wil be oeverherd--and I shuud be rooind. I'm supoezd to be a Graet Wizard."

"And arn't U?" she askt.

"Not a bit of it, mi deer; I'm just a comon man."

"U'r mor than that," sed the Scaircro, in a greevd toen; "U'r a humbug."

"Exactly so!" declaird the litl man, rubing his hands together as if it pleezd him. "I am a humbug."

"But this is terribl," sed the Tin Wuudman. "How shal I ever get mi hart?"

"Or I mi curej?" askt the Lieon.

"Or I mi braens?" waeld the Scaircro, wieping the tairs frum his ies with his coet sleev.

"Mi deer frends," sed Oz, "I pray U not to speek of thees litl things. Think of me, and the terribl trubl I'm in at being found out."

"Duzn't enywun els noe U'r a humbug?" askt Dorothy.

"No wun noes it but U foer--and mieself," replied Oz. "I hav foold evrywun so long that I thaut I shuud never be found out. It was a graet mistaek mi ever leting U into the Throen Room. Uezhualy I wil not see eeven mi subjects, and so thay beleev I am sumthing terribl."

"But, I don't understand," sed Dorothy, in bewilderment. "How was it that U apeerd to me as a graet Hed?"

"That was wun of mi triks," anserd Oz. "Step this way, pleez, and I wil tel U all about it."

He led the way to a small chaember in the reer of the Throen Room, and thay all foloed him. He pointed to wun corner, in which lay the graet Hed, maed out of meny thikneses of paeper, and with a cairfuly paented faes.

"This I hung frum the seeling bi a wier," sed Oz. "I stuud behiend the screen and puuld a thred, to maek the ies moov and the mouth oepen."

"But how about the vois?" she inqierd.

"O, I am a ventriloqist," sed the litl man. "I can thro the sound of mi vois whairever I wish, so that U thaut it was cuming out of the Hed. Heer ar the uther things I uezd to deseev U." He shoed the Scaircro the dres and the mask he had worn when he seemd to be the luvly Laedy. And the Tin Wuudman saw that his terribl Beest was nuthing but a lot of skins, soen together, with slats to keep thair sieds out. As for the Ball of Fier, the falls Wizard had hung that allso frum the seeling. It was reealy a ball of coton, but when oil was pord upon it the ball bernd feersly.

"Reealy," sed the Scaircro, "U aut to be ashaemd of yurself for being such a humbug."

"I am--I sertenly am," anserd the litl man sorrowfully; "but it was the oenly thing I cuud do. Sit doun, pleez, thair ar plenty of chairs; and I wil tel U mi story."

So thay sat doun and lisend whiel he toeld the foloeing tael.

"I was born in Omaha--"

"Whi, that isn't verry far frum Kansas!" cried Dorothy.

"No, but it's farther frum heer," he sed, shaeking his hed at her sadly. "When I groo up I becaem a ventriloqist, and at that I was verry wel traend bi a graet master. I can imitaet eny kiend of a berd or beest." Heer he mued so liek a kiten that Toto prikt up his eers and luukt evrywhair to see whair she was. "After a tiem," continued Oz, "I tierd of that, and becaem a baloonist."

"Whut is that?" askt Dorothy.

"A man hoo goes up in a baloon on sercus day, so as to draw a croud of peepl together and get them to pay to see the sercus," he explaend.

"O," she sed, "I noe."

"Wel, wun day I went up in a baloon and the roeps got twisted, so that I cuudn't cum doun agen. It went way up abuv the clouds, so far that a curent of air struck it and carryd it meny, meny miels away. For a day and a niet I traveld thru the air, and on the morning of the second day I awoek and found the baloon floeting oever a straenj and buetiful cuntry.

"It caem doun grajualy, and I was not hert a bit. But I found mieself in the midst of a straenj peepl, hoo, seeing me cum frum the clouds, thaut I was a graet Wizard. Of cors I let them think so, becauz thay wer afraed of me, and promist to do enything I wisht them to.

"Just to amuez mieself, and keep the guud peepl bizy, I orderd them to bild this Sity, and mi Palas; and thay did it all wilingly and wel. Then I thaut, as the cuntry was so green and buetiful, I wuud call it the Emerald Sity; and to maek the naem fit beter I puut green spectacls on all the peepl, so that evrything thay saw was green."

"But isn't evrything heer green?" askt Dorothy.

"No mor than in eny uther sity," replied Oz; "but when U wair green spectacls, whi of cors evrything U see luuks green to U. The Emerald Sity was bilt a graet meny yeers ago, for I was a yung man when the baloon braut me heer, and I am a verry oeld man now. But mi peepl hav worn green glases on thair ies so long that moest of them think it reealy is an Emerald Sity, and it sertenly is a buetiful plaes, abounding in jooels and preshus metals, and evry guud thing that is needed to maek wun hapy. I hav bin guud to the peepl, and thay liek me; but ever sinss this Palas was bilt, I hav shut mieself up and wuud not see eny of them.

"Wun of mi graetest feers was the Wiches, for whiel I had no majical powers at all I soon found out that the Wiches wer reealy aebl to do wunderful things. Thair wer foer of them in this cuntry, and thay roold the peepl hoo liv in the North and South and Eest and West. Forchunetly, the Wiches of the North and South wer guud, and I nue thay wuud do me no harm; but the Wiches of the Eest and West wer terribly wiked, and had thay not thaut I was mor powerful than thay themselvs, thay wuud shurly hav destroyd me. As it was, I livd in dedly feer of them for meny yeers; so U can imajin how pleezd I was when I herd yur hous had fallen on the Wiked Wich of the Eest. When U caem to me, I was wiling to promis enything if U wuud oenly do away with the uther Wich; but, now that U hav melted her, I am ashaemd to say that I cannot keep mi promises."

"I think U ar a verry bad man," sed Dorothy.

"O, no, mi deer; I'm reealy a verry guud man, but I'm a verry bad Wizard, I must admit."

"Can't U giv me braens?" askt the Scaircro.

"U don't need them. U ar lerning sumthing evry day. A baeby has braens, but it duzn't noe much. Expeeryens is the oenly thing that brings nolej, and the longger U ar on erth the mor expeeryens U ar shur to get."

"That may all be troo," sed the Scaircro, "but I shal be verry unhapy unles U giv me braens."

The falls Wizard luukt at him cairfuly.

"Wel," he sed with a si, "I'm not much of a majishan, as I sed; but if U wil cum to me tomorro morning, I wil stuf yur hed with braens. I cannot tel U how to uez them, however; U must fiend that out for yurself."

"O, thank U--thank U!" cried the Scaircro. "I'l fiend a way to uez them, never feer!"

"But how about mi curej?" askt the Lieon ankshusly.

"U hav plenty of curej, I am shur," anserd Oz. "All U need is confidens in yurself. Thair is no living thing that is not afraed when it faeses daenjer. The Troo curej is in faesing daenjer when U ar afraed, and that kiend of curej U hav in plenty."

"Perhaps I hav, but I'm scaird just the saem," sed the Lieon. "I shal reealy be verry unhapy unles U giv me the sort of curej that maeks wun forget he is afraed."

"Verry wel, I wil giv U that sort of curej tomorro," replied Oz.

"How about mi hart?" askt the Tin Wuudman.

"Whi, as for that," anserd Oz, "I think U ar rong to wont a hart. It maeks moest peepl unhapy. If U oenly nue it, U ar in luk not to hav a hart."

"That must be a mater of opinyon," sed the Tin Wuudman. "For mi part, I wil bair all the unhapynes without a mermer, if U wil giv me the hart."

"Verry wel," anserd Oz meekly. "Cum to me tomorro and U shal hav a hart. I hav playd Wizard for so meny yeers that I may as wel continue the part a litl longger."

"And now," sed Dorothy, "how am I to get bak to Kansas?"

"We shal hav to think about that," replied the litl man. "Giv me too or three days to consider the mater and I'l tri to fiend a way to carry U oever the dezurt. In the meentiem U shal all be treeted as mi gests, and whiel U liv in the Palas mi peepl wil waet upon U and oebay yur slietest wish. Thair is oenly wun thing I ask in retern for mi help--such as it is. U must keep mi seecret and tel no wun I am a humbug."

Thay agreed to say nuthing of whut thay had lernd, and went bak to thair rooms in hi spirits. Eeven Dorothy had hoep that "The Graet and Terribl Humbug," as she calld him, wuud fiend a way to send her bak to Kansas, and if he did she was wiling to forgiv him evrything.





16. The Majic Art of the Graet Humbug

Next morning the Scaircro sed to his frends:

"Congrachulaet me. I am going to Oz to get mi braens at last. When I retern I shal be as uther men ar."

"I hav allways liekt U as U wer," sed Dorothy simply.

"It is kiend of U to liek a Scaircro," he replied. "But shurly U wil think mor of me when U heer the splendid thauts mi nue braen is going to tern out." Then he sed guud-bi to them all in a cheerful vois and went to the Throen Room, whair he rapt upon the dor.

"Cum in," sed Oz.

The Scaircro went in and found the litl man siting doun bi the windo, engaejd in deep thaut.

"I hav cum for mi braens," remarkt the Scaircro, a litl uneezily.

"O, yes; sit doun in that chair, pleez," replied Oz. "U must excuez me for taeking yur hed off, but I shal hav to do it in order to puut yur braens in thair proper plaes."

"That's all riet," sed the Scaircro. "U ar qiet welcum to taek mi hed off, as long as it wil be a beter wun when U puut it on agen."

So the Wizard unfasend his hed and emptyd out the straw. Then he enterd the bak room and tuuk up a mezher of bran, which he mixt with a graet meny pins and needls. Having shaeken them together theroely, he fild the top of the Scarecrow's hed with the mixcher and stuft the rest of the spaes with straw, to hoeld it in plaes.

When he had fasend the Scarecrow's hed on his body agen he sed to him, "Heerafter U wil be a graet man, for I hav given U a lot of bran-nue braens."

The Scaircro was boeth pleezd and proud at the fuulfilment of his graetest wish, and having thankt Oz wormly he went bak to his frends.

Dorothy luukt at him cueriusly. His hed was qiet buljd out at the top with braens.

"How do U feel?" she askt.

"I feel wiez indeed," he anserd ernestly. "When I get uezd to mi braens I shal noe evrything."

"Whi ar thoes needls and pins stiking out of yur hed?" askt the Tin Wuudman.

"That is proof that he is sharp," remarkt the Lieon.

"Wel, I must go to Oz and get mi hart," sed the Wuudman. So he waukt to the Throen Room and nokt at the dor.

"Cum in," calld Oz, and the Wuudman enterd and sed, "I hav cum for mi hart."

"Verry wel," anserd the litl man. "But I shal hav to cut a hoel in yur brest, so I can puut yur hart in the riet plaes. I hoep it woen't hert U."

"O, no," anserd the Wuudman. "I shal not feel it at all."

So Oz braut a pair of tinsmith's shears and cut a small, sqair hoel in the left sied of the Tin Woodman's brest. Then, going to a chest of drors, he tuuk out a prity hart, maed entierly of silk and stuft with sawdust.

"Isn't it a buety?" he askt.

"It is, indeed!" replied the Wuudman, hoo was graetly pleezd. "But is it a kiend hart?"

"O, verry!" anserd Oz. He puut the hart in the Woodman's brest and then replaest the sqair of tin, sodering it neetly together whair it had bin cut.

"Thair," sed he; "now U hav a hart that eny man miet be proud of. I'm sorry I had to puut a pach on yur brest, but it reealy cuudn't be helpt."

"Never miend the pach," exclaemd the hapy Wuudman. "I am verry graetful to U, and shal never forget yur kiendnes."

"Don't speek of it," replied Oz.

Then the Tin Wuudman went bak to his frends, hoo wisht him evry joy on acount of his guud forchun.

The Lieon now waukt to the Throen Room and nokt at the dor.

"Cum in," sed Oz.

"I hav cum for mi curej," anounst the Lieon, entering the room.

"Verry wel," anserd the litl man; "I wil get it for U."

He went to a cubord and reeching up to a hi shelf tuuk doun a sqair green botl, the contents of which he pord into a green-goeld dish, buetifuly carvd. Plaesing this befor the Cowardly Lieon, hoo snift at it as if he did not liek it, the Wizard sed:


"Whut is it?" askt the Lieon.

"Wel," anserd Oz, "if it wer insied of U, it wuud be curej. U noe, of cors, that curej is allways insied wun; so that this reealy cannot be calld curej until U hav swoloed it. Thairfor I adviez U to drink it as soon as posibl."

The Lieon hezitaeted no longger, but drank til the dish was empty.

"How do U feel now?" askt Oz.

"Fuul of curej," replied the Lieon, hoo went joyfuly bak to his frends to tel them of his guud forchun.

Oz, left to himself, smield to think of his sucses in giving the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman and the Lieon exactly whut thay thaut thay wonted. "How can I help being a humbug," he sed, "when all thees peepl maek me do things that evrybody noes can't be dun? It was eezy to maek the Scaircro and the Lieon and the Wuudman hapy, becauz thay imajind I cuud do enything. But it wil taek mor than imajinaeshun to carry Dorothy bak to Kansas, and I'm shur I don't noe how it can be dun."





17. How the Baloon Was Launcht



For three days Dorothy herd nuthing frum Oz. Thees wer sad days for the litl gerl, alltho her frends wer all qiet hapy and contented. The Scaircro toeld them thair wer wunderful thauts in his hed; but he wuud not say whut thay wer becauz he nue no wun cuud understand them but himself. When the Tin Wuudman waukt about he felt his hart ratling around in his brest; and he toeld Dorothy he had discuverd it to be a kiender and mor tender hart than the wun he had oend when he was maed of flesh. The Lieon declaird he was afraed of nuthing on erth, and wuud gladly faes an army or a duzen of the feers Kalidahs.

Thus eech of the litl party was satisfied exsept Dorothy, hoo longd mor than ever to get bak to Kansas.

On the foerth day, to her graet joy, Oz sent for her, and when she enterd the Throen Room he greeted her plezantly:

"Sit doun, mi deer; I think I hav found the way to get U out of this cuntry."

"And bak to Kansas?" she askt eegerly.

"Wel, I'm not shur about Kansas," sed Oz, "for I havn't the faentest noeshun which way it lies. But the ferst thing to do is to cross the dezurt, and then it shuud be eezy to fiend yur way hoem."

"How can I cross the dezurt?" she inqierd.

"Wel, I'l tel U whut I think," sed the litl man. "U see, when I caem to this cuntry it was in a baloon. U allso caem thru the air, being carryd bi a siecloen. So I beleev the best way to get across the dezurt wil be thru the air. Now, it is qiet beyond mi powers to maek a siecloen; but I'v bin thinking the mater oever, and I beleev I can maek a baloon."

"How?" askt Dorothy.

"A baloon," sed Oz, "is maed of silk, which is coeted with gloo to keep the gas in it. I hav plenty of silk in the Palas, so it wil be no trubl to maek the baloon. But in all this cuntry thair is no gas to fil the baloon with, to maek it floet."

"If it woen't floet," remarkt Dorothy, "it wil be of no ues to us."

"Troo," anserd Oz. "But thair is anuther way to maek it floet, which is to fil it with hot air. Hot air isn't as guud as gas, for if the air shuud get coeld the baloon wuud cum doun in the dezurt, and we shuud be lost."

"We!" exclaemd the gerl. "Ar U going with me?"

"Yes, of cors," replied Oz. "I am tierd of being such a humbug. If I shuud go out of this Palas mi peepl wuud soon discuver I am not a Wizard, and then thay wuud be vext with me for having deseevd them. So I hav to stay shut up in thees rooms all day, and it gets tiersum. I'd much rather go bak to Kansas with U and be in a sercus agen."

"I shal be glad to hav yur cumpany," sed Dorothy.

"Thank U," he anserd. "Now, if U wil help me soe the silk together, we wil begin to werk on our baloon."

So Dorothy tuuk a needl and thred, and as fast as Oz cut the strips of silk into proper shaep the gerl soed them neetly together. Ferst thair was a strip of liet green silk, then a strip of dark green and then a strip of emerald green; for Oz had a fansy to maek the baloon in diferent shaeds of the culor about them. It tuuk three days to soe all the strips together, but when it was finisht thay had a big bag of green silk mor than twenty feet long.

Then Oz paented it on the insied with a coet of thin gloo, to maek it airtiet, after which he anounst that the baloon was redy.

"But we must hav a basket to ried in," he sed. So he sent the soeljer with the green whiskers for a big cloeths basket, which he fasend with meny roeps to the botom of the baloon.

When it was all redy, Oz sent werd to his peepl that he was going to maek a vizit to a graet bruther Wizard hoo livd in the clouds. The nues spred rapidly thruout the sity and evrywun caem to see the wunderful siet.

Oz orderd the baloon carryd out in frunt of the Palas, and the peepl gaezd upon it with much cueriosity. The Tin Wuudman had chopt a big piel of wuud, and now he maed a fier of it, and Oz held the botom of the baloon oever the fier so that the hot air that aroez frum it wuud be caut in the silken bag. Grajualy the baloon sweld out and roez into the air, until fienaly the basket just tucht the ground.

Then Oz got into the basket and sed to all the peepl in a loud vois:

"I am now going away to maek a vizit. Whiel I am gon the Scaircro wil rool oever U. I comand U to oebay him as U wuud me."

The baloon was bi this tiem tuging hard at the roep that held it to the ground, for the air within it was hot, and this maed it so much lieter in waet than the air without that it puuld hard to riez into the skie.

"Cum, Dorothy!" cried the Wizard. "Hery up, or the baloon wil fli away."

"I can't fiend Toto enywhair," replied Dorothy, hoo did not wish to leev her litl daug behiend. Toto had run into the croud to bark at a kiten, and Dorothy at last found him. She pikt him up and ran tords the baloon.

She was within a fue steps of it, and Oz was hoelding out his hands to help her into the basket, when, crak! went the roeps, and the baloon roez into the air without her.

"Cum bak!" she screemd. "I wont to go, too!"

"I can't cum bak, mi deer," calld Oz frum the basket. "Guud-bi!"

"Guud-bi!" shouted evrywun, and all ies wer ternd upward to whair the Wizard was rieding in the basket, riezing evry moement farther and farther into the skie.

And that was the last eny of them ever saw of Oz, the Wunderful Wizard, tho he may hav reecht Omaha saefly, and be thair now, for all we noe. But the peepl rememberd him luvingly, and sed to wun anuther:

"Oz was allways our frend. When he was heer he bilt for us this buetiful Emerald Sity, and now he is gon he has left the Wiez Scaircro to rool oever us."

Stil, for meny days thay greevd oever the loss of the Wunderful Wizard, and wuud not be cumforted.





18. Away to the South



Dorothy wept biterly at the pasing of her hoep to get hoem to Kansas agen; but when she thaut it all oever she was glad she had not gon up in a baloon. And she allso felt sorry at loozing Oz, and so did her companyons.

The Tin Wuudman caem to her and sed:

"Trooly I shuud be ungraetful if I faeld to morn for the man hoo gaev me mi luvly hart. I shuud liek to cri a litl becauz Oz is gon, if U wil kiendly wiep away mi tairs, so that I shal not rust."

"With plezher," she anserd, and braut a towel at wuns. Then the Tin Wuudman wept for several minits, and she wocht the tairs cairfuly and wiept them away with the towel. When he had finisht, he thankt her kiendly and oild himself theroely with his jooeld oil-can, to gard agenst mis-hap.

The Scaircro was now the rooler of the Emerald Sity, and alltho he was not a Wizard the peepl wer proud of him. "For," thay sed, "thair is not anuther sity in all the werld that is roold bi a stuft man." And, so far as thay nue, thay wer qiet riet.

The morning after the baloon had gon up with Oz, the foer travelers met in the Throen Room and taukt maters oever. The Scaircro sat in the big throen and the uthers stuud respectfuly befor him.

"We ar not so unluky," sed the nue rooler, "for this Palas and the Emerald Sity belong to us, and we can do just as we pleez. When I remember that a short tiem ago I was up on a poel in a farmer's cornfeeld, and that now I am the rooler of this buetiful Sity, I am qiet satisfied with mi lot."

"I allso," sed the Tin Wuudman, "am wel-pleezd with mi nue hart; and, reealy, that was the oenly thing I wisht in all the werld."

"For mi part, I am content in noeing I am as braev as eny beest that ever livd, if not braever," sed the Lieon modestly.

"If Dorothy wuud oenly be contented to liv in the Emerald Sity," continued the Scaircro, "we miet all be hapy together."

"But I don't wont to liv heer," cried Dorothy. "I wont to go to Kansas, and liv with Ant Em and Unkl Henry."

"Wel, then, whut can be dun?" inqierd the Wuudman.

The Scaircro desieded to think, and he thaut so hard that the pins and needls began to stik out of his braens. Fienaly he sed:

"Whi not call the Wingd Munkys, and ask them to carry U oever the dezurt?"

"I never thaut of that!" sed Dorothy joyfuly. "It's just the thing. I'l go at wuns for the Goelden Cap."

When she braut it into the Throen Room she spoek the majic werds, and soon the band of Wingd Munkys floo in thru the oepen windo and stuud besied her.

"This is the second tiem U hav calld us," sed the Munky King, bowing befor the litl gerl. "Whut do U wish?"

"I wont U to fli with me to Kansas," sed Dorothy.

But the Munky King shuuk his hed.

"That cannot be dun," he sed. "We belong to this cuntry aloen, and cannot leev it. Thair has never bin a Wingd Munky in Kansas yet, and I supoez thair never wil be, for thay don't belong thair. We shal be glad to serv U in eny way in our power, but we cannot cross the dezurt. Guud-bi."

And with anuther bo, the Munky King spred his wings and floo away thru the windo, foloed bi all his band.

Dorothy was redy to cri with disapointment. "I hav waested the charm of the Goelden Cap to no perpos," she sed, "for the Wingd Munkys cannot help me."

"It is sertenly too bad!" sed the tender-hearted Wuudman.

The Scaircro was thinking agen, and his hed buljd out so horribly that Dorothy feerd it wuud berst.

"Let us call in the soeljer with the green whiskers," he sed, "and ask his advies."

So the soeljer was sumond and enterd the Throen Room timidly, for whiel Oz was aliev he never was alowd to cum farther than the dor.

"This litl gerl," sed the Scaircro to the soeljer, "wishes to cross the dezurt. How can she do so?"

"I cannot tel," anserd the soeljer, "for noebody has ever crosst the dezurt, unles it is Oz himself."

"Is thair no wun hoo can help me?" askt Dorothy ernestly.

"Glinda miet," he sugjested.

"Hoo is Glinda?" inqierd the Scaircro.

"The Wich of the South. She is the moest powerful of all the Wiches, and rools oever the Quadlings. Besieds, her casl stands on the ej of the dezurt, so she may noe a way to cross it."

"Glinda is a Guud Wich, isn't she?" askt the chield.

"The Quadlings think she is guud," sed the soeljer, "and she is kiend to evrywun. I hav herd that Glinda is a buetiful wuuman, hoo noes how to keep yung in spiet of the meny yeers she has livd."

"How can I get to her casl?" askt Dorothy.

"The roed is straet to the South," he anserd, "but it is sed to be fuul of daenjers to travelers. Thair ar wield beests in the wuuds, and a raes of qeer men hoo do not liek straenjers to cross thair cuntry. For this reezon nun of the Quadlings ever cum to the Emerald Sity."

The soeljer then left them and the Scaircro sed:

"It seems, in spiet of daenjers, that the best thing Dorothy can do is to travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help her. For, of cors, if Dorothy stays heer she wil never get bak to Kansas."

"U must hav bin thinking agen," remarkt the Tin Wuudman.

"I hav," sed the Scaircro.

"I shal go with Dorothy," declaird the Lieon, "for I am tierd of yur sity and long for the wuuds and the cuntry agen. I am reealy a wield beest, U noe. Besieds, Dorothy wil need sumwun to protect her."

"That is troo," agreed the Wuudman. "Mi ax may be of servis to her; so I allso wil go with her to the Land of the South."

"When shal we start?" askt the Scaircro.

"Ar U going?" thay askt, in serpriez.

"Sertenly. If it wasn't for Dorothy I shuud never hav had braens. She lifted me frum the poel in the cornfeeld and braut me to the Emerald Sity. So mi guud luk is all due to her, and I shal never leev her until she starts bak to Kansas for guud and all."

"Thank U," sed Dorothy graetfuly. "U ar all verry kiend to me. But I shuud liek to start as soon as posibl."

"We shal go tomorro morning," reternd the Scaircro. "So now let us all get redy, for it wil be a long jerny."





19. Atakt bi the Fieting Trees

The next morning Dorothy kist the prity green gerl guud-bi, and thay all shuuk hands with the soeljer with the green whiskers, hoo had waukt with them as far as the gaet. When the Gardian of the Gaet saw them agen he wunderd graetly that thay cuud leev the buetiful Sity to get into nue trubl. But he at wuns unlokt thair spectacls, which he puut bak into the green box, and gaev them meny guud wishes to carry with them.

"U ar now our rooler," he sed to the Scaircro; "so U must cum bak to us as soon as posibl."

"I sertenly shal if I am aebl," the Scaircro replied; "but I must help Dorothy to get hoem, ferst."

As Dorothy baed the guud-naecherd Gardian a last fairwel she sed:

"I hav bin verry kiendly treeted in yur luvly Sity, and evrywun has bin guud to me. I cannot tel U how graetful I am."

"Don't tri, mi deer," he anserd. "We shuud liek to keep U with us, but if it is yur wish to retern to Kansas, I hoep U wil fiend a way." He then oepend the gaet of the outer wall, and thay waukt forth and started upon thair jerny.

The sun shoen brietly as our frends ternd thair faeses tord the Land of the South. Thay wer all in the best of spirits, and laft and chated together. Dorothy was wuns mor fild with the hoep of geting hoem, and the Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman wer glad to be of ues to her. As for the Lieon, he snift the fresh air with deliet and whiskt his tael frum sied to sied in puer joy at being in the cuntry agen, whiel Toto ran around them and chaest the mauths and buterflies, barking merrily all the tiem.

"Sity lief duz not agree with me at all," remarkt the Lieon, as thay waukt along at a brisk paes. "I hav lost much flesh sinss I livd thair, and now I am ankshus for a chans to sho the uther beests how curaejus I hav groen."

Thay now ternd and tuuk a last luuk at the Emerald Sity. All thay cuud see was a mas of towers and steepls behiend the green walls, and hi up abuv evrything the spiers and doem of the Palas of Oz.

"Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all," sed the Tin Wuudman, as he felt his hart ratling around in his brest.

"He nue how to giv me braens, and verry guud braens, too," sed the Scaircro.

"If Oz had taeken a does of the saem curej he gaev me," aded the Lieon, "he wuud hav bin a braev man."

Dorothy sed nuthing. Oz had not kept the promis he maed her, but he had dun his best, so she forgaev him. As he sed, he was a guud man, eeven if he was a bad Wizard.

The ferst day's jerny was thru the green feelds and briet flowers that strecht about the Emerald Sity on evry sied. Thay slept that niet on the gras, with nuthing but the stars oever them; and thay rested verry wel indeed.

In the morning thay traveld on until thay caem to a thik wuud. Thair was no way of going around it, for it seemd to extend to the riet and left as far as thay cuud see; and, besieds, thay did not dair chaenj the direcshun of thair jerny for feer of geting lost. So thay luukt for the plaes whair it wuud be eezyest to get into the forest.

The Scaircro, hoo was in the leed, fienaly discuverd a big tree with such wied-spreding branches that thair was room for the party to pas underneeth. So he waukt forward to the tree, but just as he caem under the ferst branches thay bent doun and twiend around him, and the next minit he was raezd frum the ground and flung hedlong amung his felo travelers.

This did not hert the Scaircro, but it serpriezd him, and he luukt rather dizy when Dorothy pikt him up.

"Heer is anuther spaes between the trees," calld the Lieon.

"Let me tri it ferst," sed the Scaircro, "for it duzn't hert me to get throen about." He waukt up to anuther tree, as he spoek, but its branches imeedyetly seezd him and tosst him bak agen.

"This is straenj," exclaemd Dorothy. "Whut shal we do?"

"The trees seem to hav maed up thair miends to fiet us, and stop our jerny," remarkt the Lieon.

"I beleev I wil tri it mieself," sed the Wuudman, and shoeldering his ax, he marcht up to the ferst tree that had handld the Scaircro so rufly. When a big branch bent doun to seez him the Wuudman chopt at it so feersly that he cut it in too. At wuns the tree began shaeking all its branches as if in paen, and the Tin Wuudman past saefly under it.

"Cum on!" he shouted to the uthers. "Be qik!" Thay all ran forward and past under the tree without injery, exsept Toto, hoo was caut bi a small branch and shaeken until he hould. But the Wuudman promptly chopt off the branch and set the litl daug free.

The uther trees of the forest did nuthing to keep them bak, so thay maed up thair miends that oenly the ferst ro of trees cuud bend doun thair branches, and that probably thees wer the poleesmen of the forest, and given this wunderful power in order to keep straenjers out of it.

The foer travelers waukt with eez thru the trees until thay caem to the farther ej of the wuud. Then, to thair serpriez, thay found befor them a hi wall which seemd to be maed of whiet chiena. It was smooth, liek the serfis of a dish, and hieer than thair heds.

"Whut shal we do now?" askt Dorothy.

"I wil maek a lader," sed the Tin Wuudman, "for we sertenly must cliem oever the wall."




20. The Daenty Chiena Cuntry

Whiel the Wuudman was maeking a lader frum wuud which he found in the forest Dorothy lay doun and slept, for she was tierd bi the long wauk. The Lieon allso curld himself up to sleep and Toto lay besied him.

The Scaircro wocht the Wuudman whiel he werkt, and sed to him:

"I cannot think whi this wall is heer, nor whut it is maed of."

"Rest yur braens and do not wery about the wall," replied the Wuudman. "When we hav cliemd oever it, we shal noe whut is on the uther sied."

After a tiem the lader was finisht. It luukt clumzy, but the Tin Wuudman was shur it was strong and wuud anser thair perpos. The Scaircro waekt Dorothy and the Lieon and Toto, and toeld them that the lader was redy. The Scaircro cliemd up the lader ferst, but he was so aukward that Dorothy had to folo cloes behiend and keep him frum falling off. When he got his hed oever the top of the wall the Scaircro sed, "O, mi!"

"Go on," exclaemd Dorothy.

So the Scaircro cliemd farther up and sat doun on the top of the wall, and Dorothy puut her hed oever and cried, "O, mi!" just as the Scaircro had dun.

Then Toto caem up, and imeedyetly began to bark, but Dorothy maed him be stil.

The Lieon cliemd the lader next, and the Tin Wuudman caem last; but boeth of them cried, "O, mi!" as soon as thay luukt oever the wall. When thay wer all siting in a ro on the top of the wall, thay luukt doun and saw a straenj siet.

Befor them was a graet strech of cuntry having a flor as smooth and shiening and whiet as the botom of a big plater. Scaterd around wer meny houses maed entierly of chiena and paented in the brietest culors. Thees houses wer qiet small, the bigest of them reeching oenly as hi as Dorothy's waest. Thair wer allso prity litl barns, with chiena fenses around them; and meny cows and sheep and horses and pigs and chikens, all maed of chiena, wer standing about in groops.

But the straenjest of all wer the peepl hoo livd in this qeer cuntry. Thair wer milkmaids and shepherdesses, with brietly culord bodices and goelden spots all oever thair gouns; and prinseses with moest gorjus froks of silver and goeld and perpl; and sheperds drest in nee breeches with pink and yelo and bloo strieps doun them, and goelden bukls on thair shoos; and prinses with jooeld crouns upon thair heds, wairing ermin roebs and satin doublets; and funy clouns in rufld gouns, with round red spots upon thair cheeks and tall, pointed caps. And, straenjest of all, thees peepl wer all maed of chiena, eeven to thair cloeths, and wer so small that the tallest of them was no hieer than Dorothy's nee.

No wun did so much as luuk at the travelers at ferst, exsept wun litl perpl chiena daug with an extra-larj hed, which caem to the wall and barked at them in a tieny vois, afterwards runing away agen.

"How shal we get doun?" askt Dorothy.

Thay found the lader so hevy thay cuud not puul it up, so the Scaircro fel off the wall and the uthers jumpt doun upon him so that the hard flor wuud not hert thair feet. Of cors thay tuuk paens not to liet on his hed and get the pins in thair feet. When all wer saefly doun thay pikt up the Scaircro, hoos body was qiet flatend out, and pated his straw into shaep agen.

"We must cross this straenj plaes in order to get to the uther sied," sed Dorothy, "for it wuud be unwiez for us to go eny uther way exsept due South."

Thay began wauking thru the cuntry of the chiena peepl, and the ferst thing thay caem to was a chiena milkmaed milking a chiena cow. As thay droo neer, the cow sudenly gaev a kik and kikt oever the stool, the pael, and eeven the milkmaed herself, and all fel on the chiena ground with a graet clater.

Dorothy was shokt to see that the cow had broeken her leg off, and that the pael was lieing in several small peeses, whiel the pur milkmaed had a nik in her left elbo.

"Thair!" cried the milkmaed anggrily. "See whut U hav dun! Mi cow has broeken her leg, and I must taek her to the mender's shop and hav it glood on agen. Whut do U meen bi cuming heer and frietening mi cow?"

"I'm verry sorry," reternd Dorothy. "Pleez forgiv us."

But the prity milkmaed was much too vext to maek eny anser. She pikt up the leg sulkily and led her cow away, the pur animal limping on three legs. As she left them the milkmaed cast meny reproechful glanses oever her shoelder at the clumzy straenjers, hoelding her nikt elbo cloes to her sied.

Dorothy was qiet greevd at this mis-hap.

"We must be verry cairful heer," sed the kiend-hearted Wuudman, "or we may hert thees prity litl peepl so thay wil never get oever it."

A litl farther on Dorothy met a moest buetifuly drest yung Prinses, hoo stopt short as she saw the straenjers and started to run away.

Dorothy wonted to see mor of the Prinses, so she ran after her. But the chiena gerl cried out:

"Don't chaes me! Don't chaes me!"

She had such a frietend litl vois that Dorothy stopt and sed, "Whi not?"

"Becauz," anserd the Prinses, allso stoping, a saef distans away, "if I run I may fall doun and braek mieself."

"But cuud U not be mended?" askt the gerl.

"O, yes; but wun is never so prity after being mended, U noe," replied the Prinses.

"I supoez not," sed Dorothy.

"Now thair is Mr. Joeker, wun of our clouns," continued the chiena laedy, "hoo is allways trieing to stand upon his hed. He has broeken himself so offen that he is mended in a hundred plaeses, and duzn't luuk at all prity. Heer he cums now, so U can see for yurself."

Indeed, a joly litl cloun caem wauking tord them, and Dorothy cuud see that in spiet of his prity cloeths of red and yelo and green he was compleetly cuverd with craks, runing evry which way and shoeing plaenly that he had bin mended in meny plaeses.

The Cloun puut his hands in his pokets, and after pufing out his cheeks and noding his hed at them saucily, he sed:

"Mi laedy fair,

Whi do U stair

At pur oeld Mr. Joeker?

U'r qiet as stif

And prim as if

U'd eeten up a poeker!"

"Be qieet, ser!" sed the Prinses. "Can't U see thees ar straenjers, and shuud be treeted with respect?"

"Wel, that's respect, I expect," declaird the Cloun, and imeedyetly stuud upon his hed.

"Don't miend Mr. Joeker," sed the Prinses to Dorothy. "He is considerably crakt in his hed, and that maeks him foolish."

"O, I don't miend him a bit," sed Dorothy. "But U ar so buetiful," she continued, "that I am shur I cuud luv U deerly. Woen't U let me carry U bak to Kansas, and stand U on Ant Em's mantel? I cuud carry U in mi basket."

"That wuud maek me verry unhapy," anserd the chiena Prinses. "U see, heer in our cuntry we liv contentedly, and can tauk and moov around as we pleez. But whenever eny of us ar taeken away our joints at wuns stifen, and we can oenly stand straet and luuk prity. Of cors that is all that is expected of us when we ar on mantels and cabinets and drawing-room taebls, but our lievs ar much pleasanter heer in our oen cuntry."

"I wuud not maek U unhapy for all the werld!" exclaemd Dorothy. "So I'l just say guud-bi."

"Guud-bi," replied the Prinses.

Thay waukt cairfuly thru the chiena cuntry. The litl animals and all the peepl scamperd out of thair way, feering the straenjers wuud braek them, and after an our or so the travelers reecht the uther sied of the cuntry and caem to anuther chiena wall.

It was not so hi as the ferst, however, and bi standing upon the Lion's bak thay all manejd to scrambl to the top. Then the Lieon gatherd his legs under him and jumpt on the wall; but just as he jumpt, he upset a chiena cherch with his tael and smasht it all to peeses.

"That was too bad," sed Dorothy, "but reealy I think we wer luky in not doing thees litl peepl mor harm than braeking a cow's leg and a cherch. Thay ar all so brittle!"

"Thay ar, indeed," sed the Scaircro, "and I am thankful I am maed of straw and cannot be eezily damejd. Thair ar wers things in the werld than being a Scaircro."





21. The Lieon Becums the King of Beests

After clieming doun frum the chiena wall the travelers found themselvs in a disagreeabl cuntry, fuul of bogs and marshes and cuverd with tall, rank gras. It was dificult to wauk without falling into mudy hoels, for the gras was so thik that it hid them frum siet. However, bi cairfuly piking thair way, thay got saefly along until thay reecht solid ground. But heer the cuntry seemd wielder than ever, and after a long and tiersum wauk thru the underbrush thay enterd anuther forest, whair the trees wer biger and oelder than eny thay had ever seen.

"This forest is perfectly delietful," declaird the Lieon, luuking around him with joy. "Never hav I seen a mor buetiful plaes."

"It seems gloomy," sed the Scaircro.

"Not a bit of it," anserd the Lieon. "I shuud liek to liv heer all mi lief. See how sofft the dried leevs ar under yur feet and how rich and green the moss is that clings to thees oeld trees. Shurly no wield beest cuud wish a pleasanter hoem."

"Perhaps thair ar wield beests in the forest now," sed Dorothy.

"I supoez thair ar," reternd the Lieon, "but I do not see eny of them about."

Thay waukt thru the forest until it becaem too dark to go eny farther. Dorothy and Toto and the Lieon lay doun to sleep, whiel the Wuudman and the Scaircro kept woch oever them as uezhual.

When morning caem, thay started agen. Befor thay had gon far thay herd a lo rumbl, as of the grouling of meny wield animals. Toto whimpered a litl, but nun of the uthers was frietend, and thay kept along the wel-trodden path until thay caem to an oepening in the wuud, in which wer gatherd hundreds of beests of evry varieety. Thair wer tiegers and elefants and bairs and wuulvs and foxes and all the uthers in the nacheral history, and for a moement Dorothy was afraed. But the Lieon explaend that the animals wer hoelding a meeting, and he jujd bi thair snarling and grouling that thay wer in graet trubl.

As he spoek several of the beests caut siet of him, and at wuns the graet asemblej husht as if bi majic. The bigest of the tiegers caem up to the Lieon and bowd, saying:

"Welcum, O King of Beests! U hav cum in guud tiem to fiet our enemy and bring pees to all the animals of the forest wuns mor."

"Whut is yur trubl?" askt the Lieon qieetly.

"We ar all thretend," anserd the tieger, "bi a feers enemy which has laetly cum into this forest. It is a moest tremendus monster, liek a graet spieder, with a body as big as an elefant and legs as long as a tree trunk. It has aet of thees long legs, and as the monster cralls thru the forest he seezes an animal with a leg and drags it to his mouth, whair he eets it as a spieder duz a fli. Not wun of us is saef whiel this feers creecher is aliev, and we had calld a meeting to desied how to taek cair of ourselvs when U caem amung us."

The Lieon thaut for a moement.

"Ar thair eny uther lieons in this forest?" he askt.

"No; thair wer sum, but the monster has eeten them all. And, besieds, thay wer nun of them neerly so larj and braev as U."

"If I puut an end to yur enemy, wil U bo doun to me and oebay me as King of the Forest?" inqierd the Lieon.

"We wil do that gladly," reternd the tieger; and all the uther beests rord with a miety ror: "We wil!"

"Whair is this graet spieder of yurs now?" askt the Lieon.

"Yonder, amung the oek trees," sed the tieger, pointing with his forfuut.

"Taek guud cair of thees frends of mien," sed the Lieon, "and I wil go at wuns to fiet the monster."

He baed his comrads guud-bi and marcht proudly away to do batl with the enemy.

The graet spieder was lieing asleep when the Lieon found him, and it luukt so ugly that its foe ternd up his noez in disgust. Its legs wer qiet as long as the tieger had sed, and its body cuverd with cors blak hair. It had a graet mouth, with a ro of sharp teeth a fuut long; but its hed was joind to the pudgy body bi a nek as slender as a wasp's waest. This gaev the Lieon a hint of the best way to atak the creecher, and as he nue it was eezyer to fiet it asleep than awaek, he gaev a graet spring and landed directly upon the monster's bak. Then, with wun blo of his hevy paw, all armd with sharp claws, he nokt the spider's hed frum its body. Jumping doun, he wocht it until the long legs stopt wigling, when he nue it was qiet ded.

The Lieon went bak to the oepening whair the beests of the forest wer waeting for him and sed proudly:

"U need feer yur enemy no longger."

Then the beests bowd doun to the Lieon as thair King, and he promist to cum bak and rool oever them as soon as Dorothy was saefly on her way to Kansas.





22. The Cuntry of the Quadlings

The foer travelers past thru the rest of the forest in saefty, and when thay caem out frum its gloom saw befor them a steep hil, cuverd frum top to botom with graet peeses of rok.

"That wil be a hard cliem," sed the Scaircro, "but we must get oever the hil, nevertheles."

So he led the way and the uthers foloed. Thay had neerly reecht the ferst rok when thay herd a ruf vois cri out, "Keep bak!"

"Hoo ar U?" askt the Scaircro.

Then a hed shoed itself oever the rok and the saem vois sed, "This hil belongs to us, and we don't alow enywun to cross it."

"But we must cross it," sed the Scaircro. "We'r going to the cuntry of the Quadlings."

"But U shal not!" replied the vois, and thair stept frum behiend the rok the straenjest man the travelers had ever seen.

He was qiet short and stout and had a big hed, which was flat at the top and suported bi a thik nek fuul of rinkls. But he had no arms at all, and, seeing this, the Scaircro did not feer that so helples a creecher cuud prevent them frum clieming the hil. So he sed, "I'm sorry not to do as U wish, but we must pas oever yur hil whether U liek it or not," and he waukt boeldly forward.

As qik as lietning the man's hed shot forward and his nek strecht out until the top of the hed, whair it was flat, struck the Scaircro in the midl and sent him tumbling, oever and oever, doun the hil. Allmoest as qikly as it caem the hed went bak to the body, and the man laft harshly as he sed, "It isn't as eezy as U think!"

A corus of boisterus lafter caem frum the uther roks, and Dorothy saw hundreds of the armless Hamer-Heds upon the hilsied, wun behiend evry rok.

The Lieon becaem qiet anggry at the lafter cauzd bi the Scarecrow's mis-hap, and giving a loud ror that ecoed liek thunder, he dasht up the hil.

Agen a hed shot swiftly out, and the graet Lieon went roeling doun the hil as if he had bin struck bi a canon ball.

Dorothy ran doun and helpt the Scaircro to his feet, and the Lieon caem up to her, feeling rather broozd and sor, and sed, "It is uesles to fiet peepl with shooting heds; no wun can withstand them."

"Whut can we do, then?" she askt.

"Call the Wingd Munkys," sugjested the Tin Wuudman. "U hav stil the riet to comand them wuns mor."

"Verry wel," she anserd, and puuting on the Goelden Cap she uterd the majic werds. The Munkys wer as prompt as ever, and in a fue moements the entier band stuud befor her.

"Whut ar yur comands?" inqierd the King of the Munkys, bowing lo.

"Carry us oever the hil to the cuntry of the Quadlings," anserd the gerl.

"It shal be dun," sed the King, and at wuns the Wingd Munkys caut the foer travelers and Toto up in thair arms and floo away with them. As thay past oever the hil the Hamer-Heds yeld with vexaeshun, and shot thair heds hi in the air, but thay cuud not reech the Wingd Munkys, which carryd Dorothy and her comrads saefly oever the hil and set them doun in the buetiful cuntry of the Quadlings.

"This is the last tiem U can sumon us," sed the leeder to Dorothy; "so guud-bi and guud luk to U."

"Guud-bi, and thank U verry much," reternd the gerl; and the Munkys roez into the air and wer out of siet in a twinkling.

The cuntry of the Quadlings seemd rich and hapy. Thair was feeld upon feeld of riepening graen, with wel-paevd roeds runing between, and prity ripling bruuks with strong brijes across them. The fenses and houses and brijes wer all paented briet red, just as thay had bin paented yelo in the cuntry of the Winkies and bloo in the cuntry of the Munchkins. The Quadlings themselvs, hoo wer short and fat and luukt chuby and guud-naecherd, wer drest all in red, which shoed briet agenst the green gras and the yeloeing graen.

The Munkys had set them doun neer a farmhous, and the foer travelers waukt up to it and nokt at the dor. It was oepend bi the farmer's wief, and when Dorothy askt for sumthing to eet the wuuman gaev them all a guud diner, with three kiends of caek and foer kiends of cuukys, and a boel of milk for Toto.

"How far is it to the Casl of Glinda?" askt the chield.

"It is not a graet way," anserd the farmer's wief. "Taek the roed to the South and U wil soon reech it.

Thanking the guud wuuman, thay started afresh and waukt bi the feelds and across the prity brijes until thay saw befor them a verry buetiful Casl. Befor the gaets wer three yung gerls, drest in hansum red ueniforms trimd with goeld braed; and as Dorothy aproecht, wun of them sed to her:

"Whi hav U cum to the South Cuntry?"

"To see the Guud Wich hoo rools heer," she anserd. "Wil U taek me to her?"

"Let me hav yur naem, and I wil ask Glinda if she wil reseev U." Thay toeld hoo thay wer, and the gerl soeljer went into the Casl. After a fue moements she caem bak to say that Dorothy and the uthers wer to be admited at wuns.




23. Glinda The Guud Wich Grants Dorothy's Wish

Befor thay went to see Glinda, however, thay wer taeken to a room of the Casl, whair Dorothy wosht her faes and coemd her hair, and the Lieon shuuk the dust out of his maen, and the Scaircro pated himself into his best shaep, and the Wuudman polisht his tin and oild his joints.

When thay wer all qiet prezentabl thay foloed the soeljer gerl into a big room whair the Wich Glinda sat upon a throen of roobys.

She was boeth buetiful and yung to thair ies. Her hair was a rich red in culor and fel in floeing ringlets oever her shoelders. Her dres was puer whiet but her ies wer bloo, and thay luukt kiendly upon the litl gerl.

"Whut can I do for U, mi chield?" she askt.

Dorothy toeld the Wich all her story: how the siecloen had braut her to the Land of Oz, how she had found her companyons, and of the wunderful advenchers thay had met with.

"Mi graetest wish now," she aded, "is to get bak to Kansas, for Ant Em wil shurly think sumthing dredful has hapend to me, and that wil maek her puut on morning; and unles the crops ar beter this yeer than thay wer last, I am shur Unkl Henry cannot aford it."

Glinda leend forward and kist the sweet, upternd faes of the luving litl gerl.

"Bles yur deer hart," she sed, "I am shur I can tel U of a way to get bak to Kansas." Then she aded, "But, if I do, U must giv me the Goelden Cap."

"Wilingly!" exclaemd Dorothy; "indeed, it is of no ues to me now, and when U hav it U can comand the Wingd Munkys three tiems."

"And I think I shal need thair servis just thoes three tiems," anserd Glinda, smieling.

Dorothy then gaev her the Goelden Cap, and the Wich sed to the Scaircro, "Whut wil U do when Dorothy has left us?"

"I wil retern to the Emerald Sity," he replied, "for Oz has maed me its rooler and the peepl liek me. The oenly thing that werys me is how to cross the hil of the Hamer-Heds."

"Bi meens of the Goelden Cap I shal comand the Wingd Munkys to carry U to the gaets of the Emerald Sity," sed Glinda, "for it wuud be a shaem to depriev the peepl of so wunderful a rooler."

"Am I reealy wunderful?" askt the Scaircro.

"U ar unuezhual," replied Glinda.

Terning to the Tin Wuudman, she askt, "Whut wil becum of U when Dorothy leevs this cuntry?"

He leend on his ax and thaut a moement. Then he sed, "The Winkies wer verry kiend to me, and wonted me to rool oever them after the Wiked Wich died. I am fond of the Winkies, and if I cuud get bak agen to the Cuntry of the West, I shuud liek nuthing beter than to rool oever them forever."

"Mi second comand to the Wingd Munkys," sed Glinda "wil be that thay carry U saefly to the land of the Winkies. Yur braen may not be so larj to luuk at as thoes of the Scaircro, but U ar reealy brieter than he is--when U ar wel polisht-- and I am shur U wil rool the Winkies wiezly and wel."

Then the Wich luukt at the big, shagy Lieon and askt, "When Dorothy has reternd to her oen hoem, whut wil becum of U?"

"Oever the hil of the Hamer-Heds," he anserd, "lies a grand oeld forest, and all the beests that liv thair hav maed me thair King. If I cuud oenly get bak to this forest, I wuud pas mi lief verry hapily thair."

"Mi therd comand to the Wingd Munkys," sed Glinda, "shal be to carry U to yur forest. Then, having uezd up the powers of the Goelden Cap, I shal giv it to the King of the Munkys, that he and his band may thairafter be free for evermor."

The Scaircro and the Tin Wuudman and the Lieon now thankt the Guud Wich ernestly for her kiendnes; and Dorothy exclaemd:

"U ar sertenly as guud as U ar buetiful! But U hav not yet toeld me how to get bak to Kansas."

"Yur Silver Shoos wil carry U oever the dezurt," replied Glinda. "If U had noen thair power U cuud hav gon bak to yur Ant Em the verry ferst day U caem to this cuntry."

"But then I shuud not hav had mi wunderful braens!" cried the Scaircro. "I miet hav past mi hoel lief in the farmer's cornfeeld."

"And I shuud not hav had mi luvly hart," sed the Tin Wuudman. "I miet hav stuud and rusted in the forest til the end of the werld."

"And I shuud hav livd a coward forever," declaird the Lieon, "and no beest in all the forest wuud hav had a guud werd to say to me."

"This is all troo," sed Dorothy, "and I am glad I was of ues to thees guud frends. But now that eech of them has had whut he moest dezierd, and eech is hapy in having a kingdom to rool besieds, I think I shuud liek to go bak to Kansas."

"The Silver Shoos," sed the Guud Wich, "hav wunderful powers. And wun of the moest cuerius things about them is that thay can carry U to eny plaes in the werld in three steps, and eech step wil be maed in the wink of an ie. All U hav to do is to nok the heels together three tiems and comand the shoos to carry U whairever U wish to go."

"If that is so," sed the chield joyfuly, "I wil ask them to carry me bak to Kansas at wuns."

She throo her arms around the Lion's nek and kist him, pating his big hed tenderly. Then she kist the Tin Wuudman, hoo was weeping in a way moest daenjerus to his joints. But she hugd the sofft, stuft body of the Scaircro in her arms insted of kising his paented faes, and found she was crieing herself at this sorroeful parting frum her luving comrads.

Glinda the Guud stept doun frum her ruby throen to giv the litl gerl a guud-bi kis, and Dorothy thankt her for all the kiendnes she had shoen to her frends and herself.

Dorothy now tuuk Toto up solemly in her arms, and having sed wun last guud-bi she clapt the heels of her shoos together three tiems, saying:

"Taek me hoem to Ant Em!"

Instantly she was wherling thru the air, so swiftly that all she cuud see or feel was the wind whisling past her eers.

The Silver Shoos tuuk but three steps, and then she stopt so sudenly that she roeld oever upon the gras several tiems befor she nue whair she was.

At length, however, she sat up and luukt about her.

"Guud graeshus!" she cried.

For she was siting on the braud Kansas prairy, and just befor her was the nue farmhous Unkl Henry bilt after the siecloen had carryd away the oeld wun. Unkl Henry was milking the cows in the barn-yard, and Toto had jumpt out of her arms and was runing tord the barn, barking fueriusly.

Dorothy stuud up and found she was in her stoking-feet. For the Silver Shoos had fallen off in her fliet thru the air, and wer lost forever in the dezurt.




24. Hoem Agen

Ant Em had just cum out of the hous to wauter the cabbages when she luukt up and saw Dorothy runing tord her.

"Mi darling chield!" she cried, foelding the litl gerl in her arms and cuvering her faes with kises. "Whair in the werld did U cum frum?"

"Frum the Land of Oz," sed Dorothy graevly. "And heer is Toto, too. And o, Ant Em! I'm so glad to be at hoem agen!"






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