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+Chapter I
+The Cyclone
+
+
+Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle
+Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their
+house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon
+many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one
+room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for
+the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry
+and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in
+another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar—except a
+small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family
+could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to
+crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the
+middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, darkhole.
+
+When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see
+nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a
+house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of
+the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a
+gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was
+not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until
+they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had
+been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it
+away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.
+
+When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun
+and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes
+and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and
+lips, and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled
+now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had
+been so startled by the child’s laughter that she would scream and
+press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy’s merry voice reached
+her ears; and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she
+could find anything to laugh at.
+
+Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and
+did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his
+rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
+
+It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray
+as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black
+dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on
+either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and
+Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
+
+Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the
+doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than
+usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at
+the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
+
+From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry
+and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the
+coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the
+south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the
+grass coming from that direction also.
+
+Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
+
+“There’s a cyclone coming, Em,” he called to his wife. “I’ll go look
+after the stock.” Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and
+horses were kept.
+
+Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of
+the danger close at hand.
+
+“Quick, Dorothy!” she screamed. “Run for the cellar!”
+
+Toto jumped out of Dorothy’s arms and hid under the bed, and the girl
+started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door
+in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole.
+Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. When she
+was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind,
+and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down
+suddenly upon the floor.
+
+Then a strange thing happened.
+
+The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the
+air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.
+
+The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the
+exact center of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the air is
+generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of
+the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top
+of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles
+away as easily as you could carry a feather.
+
+It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy
+found she was riding quite easily. After the first few whirls around,
+and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were
+being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.
+
+Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there,
+barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to
+see what would happen.
+
+Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at first
+the little girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw one of his
+ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air
+was keeping him up so that he could not fall. She crept to the hole,
+caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again, afterward
+closing the trap door so that no more accidents could happen.
+
+Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright;
+but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about
+her that she nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered if she would
+be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed
+and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to
+wait calmly and see what the future would bring. At last she crawled
+over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto
+followed and lay down beside her.
+
+In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind,
+Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+The Council with the Munchkins
+
+
+She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had
+not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the
+jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto
+put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat
+up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the
+bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She
+sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.
+
+The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes
+growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
+
+The cyclone had set the house down very gently—for a cyclone—in the
+midst of a country of marvelous beauty. There were lovely patches of
+greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious
+fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with
+rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes.
+A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between
+green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl
+who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.
+
+While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights,
+she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had
+ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been
+used to; but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about
+as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although
+they were, so far as looks go, many years older.
+
+Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore
+round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with
+little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The
+hats of the men were blue; the little woman’s hat was white, and she
+wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders. Over it were
+sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men
+were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore
+well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops. The men,
+Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had
+beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older. Her face was
+covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather
+stiffly.
+
+When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the
+doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to
+come farther. But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low
+bow and said, in a sweet voice:
+
+“You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins.
+We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the
+East, and for setting our people free from bondage.”
+
+Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little
+woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had
+killed the Wicked Witch of the East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless
+little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home;
+and she had never killed anything in all her life.
+
+But the little woman evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said,
+with hesitation, “You are very kind, but there must be some mistake. I
+have not killed anything.”
+
+“Your house did, anyway,” replied the little old woman, with a laugh,
+“and that is the same thing. See!” she continued, pointing to the
+corner of the house. “There are her two feet, still sticking out from
+under a block of wood.”
+
+Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just
+under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were
+sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
+
+“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in
+dismay. “The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?”
+
+“There is nothing to be done,” said the little woman calmly.
+
+“But who was she?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said,” answered the little
+woman. “She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years,
+making them slave for her night and day. Now they are all set free, and
+are grateful to you for the favor.”
+
+“Who are the Munchkins?” inquired Dorothy.
+
+“They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked
+Witch ruled.”
+
+“Are you a Munchkin?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North.
+When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift
+messenger to me, and I came at once. I am the Witch of the North.”
+
+“Oh, gracious!” cried Dorothy. “Are you a real witch?”
+
+“Yes, indeed,” answered the little woman. “But I am a good witch, and
+the people love me. I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who
+ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself.”
+
+“But I thought all witches were wicked,” said the girl, who was half
+frightened at facing a real witch. “Oh, no, that is a great mistake.
+There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them,
+those who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I know
+this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken.
+Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches;
+but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch
+in all the Land of Oz—the one who lives in the West.”
+
+“But,” said Dorothy, after a moment’s thought, “Aunt Em has told me
+that the witches were all dead—years and years ago.”
+
+“Who is Aunt Em?” inquired the little old woman.
+
+“She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from.”
+
+The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed
+and her eyes upon the ground. Then she looked up and said, “I do not
+know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned
+before. But tell me, is it a civilized country?”
+
+“Oh, yes,” replied Dorothy.
+
+“Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there
+are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But,
+you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off
+from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and
+wizards amongst us.”
+
+“Who are the wizards?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“Oz himself is the Great Wizard,” answered the Witch, sinking her voice
+to a whisper. “He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He
+lives in the City of Emeralds.”
+
+Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins,
+who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the
+corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
+
+“What is it?” asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to
+laugh. The feet of the dead Witch had disappeared entirely, and nothing
+was left but the silver shoes.
+
+“She was so old,” explained the Witch of the North, “that she dried up
+quickly in the sun. That is the end of her. But the silver shoes are
+yours, and you shall have them to wear.” She reached down and picked up
+the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them handed them to
+Dorothy.
+
+“The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes,” said one of
+the Munchkins, “and there is some charm connected with them; but what
+it is we never knew.”
+
+Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table.
+Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said:
+
+“I am anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I am sure they will
+worry about me. Can you help me find my way?”
+
+The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one another, and then at
+Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
+
+“At the East, not far from here,” said one, “there is a great desert,
+and none could live to cross it.”
+
+“It is the same at the South,” said another, “for I have been there and
+seen it. The South is the country of the Quadlings.”
+
+“I am told,” said the third man, “that it is the same at the West. And
+that country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of
+the West, who would make you her slave if you passed her way.”
+
+“The North is my home,” said the old lady, “and at its edge is the same
+great desert that surrounds this Land of Oz. I’m afraid, my dear, you
+will have to live with us.”
+
+Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these
+strange people. Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins,
+for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep
+also. As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced
+the point on the end of her nose, while she counted “One, two, three”
+in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was
+written in big, white chalk marks:
+
+“LET DOROTHY GO TO THE CITY OF EMERALDS”
+
+
+The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the
+words on it, asked, “Is your name Dorothy, my dear?”
+
+“Yes,” answered the child, looking up and drying her tears.
+
+“Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz will help you.”
+
+“Where is this city?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“It is exactly in the center of the country, and is ruled by Oz, the
+Great Wizard I told you of.”
+
+“Is he a good man?” inquired the girl anxiously.
+
+“He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not I cannot tell, for I
+have never seen him.”
+
+“How can I get there?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“You must walk. It is a long journey, through a country that is
+sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible. However, I will use
+all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm.”
+
+“Won’t you go with me?” pleaded the girl, who had begun to look upon
+the little old woman as her only friend.
+
+“No, I cannot do that,” she replied, “but I will give you my kiss, and
+no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of
+the North.”
+
+She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where
+her lips touched the girl they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy
+found out soon after.
+
+“The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick,” said the
+Witch, “so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of
+him, but tell your story and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear.”
+
+The three Munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey,
+after which they walked away through the trees. The Witch gave Dorothy
+a friendly little nod, whirled around on her left heel three times, and
+straightway disappeared, much to the surprise of little Toto, who
+barked after her loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been
+afraid even to growl while she stood by.
+
+But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear
+in just that way, and was not surprised in the least.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
+
+
+When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to
+the cupboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter.
+She gave some to Toto, and taking a pail from the shelf she carried it
+down to the little brook and filled it with clear, sparkling water.
+Toto ran over to the trees and began to bark at the birds sitting
+there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging
+from the branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just what
+she wanted to help out her breakfast.
+
+Then she went back to the house, and having helped herself and Toto to
+a good drink of the cool, clear water, she set about making ready for
+the journey to the City of Emeralds.
+
+Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and was
+hanging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white
+and blue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings,
+it was still a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed
+herself in the clean gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head.
+She took a little basket and filled it with bread from the cupboard,
+laying a white cloth over the top. Then she looked down at her feet and
+noticed how old and worn her shoes were.
+
+“They surely will never do for a long journey, Toto,” she said. And
+Toto looked up into her face with his little black eyes and wagged his
+tail to show he knew what she meant.
+
+At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the silver shoes that had
+belonged to the Witch of the East.
+
+“I wonder if they will fit me,” she said to Toto. “They would be just
+the thing to take a long walk in, for they could not wear out.”
+
+She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the silver ones, which
+fitted her as well as if they had been made for her.
+
+Finally she picked up her basket.
+
+“Come along, Toto,” she said. “We will go to the Emerald City and ask
+the Great Oz how to get back to Kansas again.”
+
+She closed the door, locked it, and put the key carefully in the pocket
+of her dress. And so, with Toto trotting along soberly behind her, she
+started on her journey.
+
+There were several roads nearby, but it did not take her long to find
+the one paved with yellow bricks. Within a short time she was walking
+briskly toward the Emerald City, her silver shoes tinkling merrily on
+the hard, yellow road-bed. The sun shone bright and the birds sang
+sweetly, and Dorothy did not feel nearly so bad as you might think a
+little girl would who had been suddenly whisked away from her own
+country and set down in the midst of a strange land.
+
+She was surprised, as she walked along, to see how pretty the country
+was about her. There were neat fences at the sides of the road, painted
+a dainty blue color, and beyond them were fields of grain and
+vegetables in abundance. Evidently the Munchkins were good farmers and
+able to raise large crops. Once in a while she would pass a house, and
+the people came out to look at her and bow low as she went by; for
+everyone knew she had been the means of destroying the Wicked Witch and
+setting them free from bondage. The houses of the Munchkins were
+odd-looking dwellings, for each was round, with a big dome for a roof.
+All were painted blue, for in this country of the East blue was the
+favorite color.
+
+Toward evening, when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and began to
+wonder where she should pass the night, she came to a house rather
+larger than the rest. On the green lawn before it many men and women
+were dancing. Five little fiddlers played as loudly as possible, and
+the people were laughing and singing, while a big table near by was
+loaded with delicious fruits and nuts, pies and cakes, and many other
+good things to eat.
+
+The people greeted Dorothy kindly, and invited her to supper and to
+pass the night with them; for this was the home of one of the richest
+Munchkins in the land, and his friends were gathered with him to
+celebrate their freedom from the bondage of the Wicked Witch.
+
+Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by the rich Munchkin
+himself, whose name was Boq. Then she sat upon a settee and watched the
+people dance.
+
+When Boq saw her silver shoes he said, “You must be a great sorceress.”
+
+“Why?” asked the girl.
+
+“Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the Wicked Witch.
+Besides, you have white in your frock, and only witches and sorceresses
+wear white.”
+
+“My dress is blue and white checked,” said Dorothy, smoothing out the
+wrinkles in it.
+
+“It is kind of you to wear that,” said Boq. “Blue is the color of the
+Munchkins, and white is the witch color. So we know you are a friendly
+witch.”
+
+Dorothy did not know what to say to this, for all the people seemed to
+think her a witch, and she knew very well she was only an ordinary
+little girl who had come by the chance of a cyclone into a strange
+land.
+
+When she had tired watching the dancing, Boq led her into the house,
+where he gave her a room with a pretty bed in it. The sheets were made
+of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly in them till morning, with
+Toto curled up on the blue rug beside her.
+
+She ate a hearty breakfast, and watched a wee Munchkin baby, who played
+with Toto and pulled his tail and crowed and laughed in a way that
+greatly amused Dorothy. Toto was a fine curiosity to all the people,
+for they had never seen a dog before.
+
+“How far is it to the Emerald City?” the girl asked.
+
+“I do not know,” answered Boq gravely, “for I have never been there. It
+is better for people to keep away from Oz, unless they have business
+with him. But it is a long way to the Emerald City, and it will take
+you many days. The country here is rich and pleasant, but you must pass
+through rough and dangerous places before you reach the end of your
+journey.”
+
+This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only the Great Oz
+could help her get to Kansas again, so she bravely resolved not to turn
+back.
+
+She bade her friends good-bye, and again started along the road of
+yellow brick. When she had gone several miles she thought she would
+stop to rest, and so climbed to the top of the fence beside the road
+and sat down. There was a great cornfield beyond the fence, and not far
+away she saw a Scarecrow, placed high on a pole to keep the birds from
+the ripe corn.
+
+Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the
+Scarecrow. Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw, with eyes,
+nose, and mouth painted on it to represent a face. An old, pointed blue
+hat, that had belonged to some Munchkin, was perched on his head, and
+the rest of the figure was a blue suit of clothes, worn and faded,
+which had also been stuffed with straw. On the feet were some old boots
+with blue tops, such as every man wore in this country, and the figure
+was raised above the stalks of corn by means of the pole stuck up its
+back.
+
+While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the
+Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her.
+She thought she must have been mistaken at first, for none of the
+scarecrows in Kansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its
+head to her in a friendly way. Then she climbed down from the fence and
+walked up to it, while Toto ran around the pole and barked.
+
+“Good day,” said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky voice.
+
+“Did you speak?” asked the girl, in wonder.
+
+“Certainly,” answered the Scarecrow. “How do you do?”
+
+“I’m pretty well, thank you,” replied Dorothy politely. “How do you
+do?”
+
+“I’m not feeling well,” said the Scarecrow, with a smile, “for it is
+very tedious being perched up here night and day to scare away crows.”
+
+“Can’t you get down?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please take away
+the pole I shall be greatly obliged to you.”
+
+Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole, for,
+being stuffed with straw, it was quite light.
+
+“Thank you very much,” said the Scarecrow, when he had been set down on
+the ground. “I feel like a new man.”
+
+Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man
+speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
+
+“Who are you?” asked the Scarecrow when he had stretched himself and
+yawned. “And where are you going?”
+
+“My name is Dorothy,” said the girl, “and I am going to the Emerald
+City, to ask the Great Oz to send me back to Kansas.”
+
+“Where is the Emerald City?” he inquired. “And who is Oz?”
+
+“Why, don’t you know?” she returned, in surprise.
+
+“No, indeed. I don’t know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no
+brains at all,” he answered sadly.
+
+“Oh,” said Dorothy, “I’m awfully sorry for you.”
+
+“Do you think,” he asked, “if I go to the Emerald City with you, that
+Oz would give me some brains?”
+
+“I cannot tell,” she returned, “but you may come with me, if you like.
+If Oz will not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you
+are now.”
+
+“That is true,” said the Scarecrow. “You see,” he continued
+confidentially, “I don’t mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed,
+because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin
+into me, it doesn’t matter, for I can’t feel it. But I do not want
+people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw
+instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?”
+
+“I understand how you feel,” said the little girl, who was truly sorry
+for him. “If you will come with me I’ll ask Oz to do all he can for
+you.”
+
+“Thank you,” he answered gratefully.
+
+They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and
+they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.
+
+Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled
+around the stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats
+in the straw, and he often growled in an unfriendly way at the
+Scarecrow.
+
+“Don’t mind Toto,” said Dorothy to her new friend. “He never bites.”
+
+“Oh, I’m not afraid,” replied the Scarecrow. “He can’t hurt the straw.
+Do let me carry that basket for you. I shall not mind it, for I can’t
+get tired. I’ll tell you a secret,” he continued, as he walked along.
+“There is only one thing in the world I am afraid of.”
+
+“What is that?” asked Dorothy; “the Munchkin farmer who made you?”
+
+“No,” answered the Scarecrow; “it’s a lighted match.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+The Road Through the Forest
+
+
+After a few hours the road began to be rough, and the walking grew so
+difficult that the Scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks,
+which were here very uneven. Sometimes, indeed, they were broken or
+missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto jumped across and Dorothy
+walked around. As for the Scarecrow, having no brains, he walked
+straight ahead, and so stepped into the holes and fell at full length
+on the hard bricks. It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would pick
+him up and set him upon his feet again, while he joined her in laughing
+merrily at his own mishap.
+
+The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were farther
+back. There were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees, and the farther
+they went the more dismal and lonesome the country became.
+
+At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little brook, and Dorothy
+opened her basket and got out some bread. She offered a piece to the
+Scarecrow, but he refused.
+
+“I am never hungry,” he said, “and it is a lucky thing I am not, for my
+mouth is only painted, and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat,
+the straw I am stuffed with would come out, and that would spoil the
+shape of my head.”
+
+Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on
+eating her bread.
+
+“Tell me something about yourself and the country you came from,” said
+the Scarecrow, when she had finished her dinner. So she told him all
+about Kansas, and how gray everything was there, and how the cyclone
+had carried her to this queer Land of Oz.
+
+The Scarecrow listened carefully, and said, “I cannot understand why
+you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry,
+gray place you call Kansas.”
+
+“That is because you have no brains” answered the girl. “No matter how
+dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would
+rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful.
+There is no place like home.”
+
+The Scarecrow sighed.
+
+“Of course I cannot understand it,” he said. “If your heads were
+stuffed with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the
+beautiful places, and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is
+fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.”
+
+“Won’t you tell me a story, while we are resting?” asked the child.
+
+The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered:
+
+“My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was
+only made day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that
+time is all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one
+of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what
+was going on. There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing
+I heard was the farmer saying, ‘How do you like those ears?’
+
+“‘They aren’t straight,’” answered the other.
+
+“‘Never mind,’” said the farmer. “‘They are ears just the same,’” which
+was true enough.
+
+“‘Now I’ll make the eyes,’” said the farmer. So he painted my right
+eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and
+at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my
+first glimpse of the world.
+
+“‘That’s a rather pretty eye,’” remarked the Munchkin who was watching
+the farmer. “‘Blue paint is just the color for eyes.’
+
+“‘I think I’ll make the other a little bigger,’” said the farmer. And
+when the second eye was done I could see much better than before. Then
+he made my nose and my mouth. But I did not speak, because at that time
+I didn’t know what a mouth was for. I had the fun of watching them make
+my body and my arms and legs; and when they fastened on my head, at
+last, I felt very proud, for I thought I was just as good a man as
+anyone.
+
+“‘This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,’ said the farmer. ‘He
+looks just like a man.’
+
+“‘Why, he is a man,’ said the other, and I quite agreed with him. The
+farmer carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a
+tall stick, where you found me. He and his friend soon after walked
+away and left me alone.
+
+“I did not like to be deserted this way. So I tried to walk after them.
+But my feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on
+that pole. It was a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of,
+having been made such a little while before. Many crows and other birds
+flew into the cornfield, but as soon as they saw me they flew away
+again, thinking I was a Munchkin; and this pleased me and made me feel
+that I was quite an important person. By and by an old crow flew near
+me, and after looking at me carefully he perched upon my shoulder and
+said:
+
+“‘I wonder if that farmer thought to fool me in this clumsy manner. Any
+crow of sense could see that you are only stuffed with straw.’ Then he
+hopped down at my feet and ate all the corn he wanted. The other birds,
+seeing he was not harmed by me, came to eat the corn too, so in a short
+time there was a great flock of them about me.
+
+“I felt sad at this, for it showed I was not such a good Scarecrow
+after all; but the old crow comforted me, saying, ‘If you only had
+brains in your head you would be as good a man as any of them, and a
+better man than some of them. Brains are the only things worth having
+in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a man.’
+
+“After the crows had gone I thought this over, and decided I would try
+hard to get some brains. By good luck you came along and pulled me off
+the stake, and from what you say I am sure the Great Oz will give me
+brains as soon as we get to the Emerald City.”
+
+“I hope so,” said Dorothy earnestly, “since you seem anxious to have
+them.”
+
+“Oh, yes; I am anxious,” returned the Scarecrow. “It is such an
+uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.”
+
+“Well,” said the girl, “let us go.” And she handed the basket to the
+Scarecrow.
+
+There were no fences at all by the roadside now, and the land was rough
+and untilled. Toward evening they came to a great forest, where the
+trees grew so big and close together that their branches met over the
+road of yellow brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the
+branches shut out the daylight; but the travelers did not stop, and
+went on into the forest.
+
+“If this road goes in, it must come out,” said the Scarecrow, “and as
+the Emerald City is at the other end of the road, we must go wherever
+it leads us.”
+
+“Anyone would know that,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Certainly; that is why I know it,” returned the Scarecrow. “If it
+required brains to figure it out, I never should have said it.”
+
+After an hour or so the light faded away, and they found themselves
+stumbling along in the darkness. Dorothy could not see at all, but Toto
+could, for some dogs see very well in the dark; and the Scarecrow
+declared he could see as well as by day. So she took hold of his arm
+and managed to get along fairly well.
+
+“If you see any house, or any place where we can pass the night,” she
+said, “you must tell me; for it is very uncomfortable walking in the
+dark.”
+
+Soon after the Scarecrow stopped.
+
+“I see a little cottage at the right of us,” he said, “built of logs
+and branches. Shall we go there?”
+
+“Yes, indeed,” answered the child. “I am all tired out.”
+
+So the Scarecrow led her through the trees until they reached the
+cottage, and Dorothy entered and found a bed of dried leaves in one
+corner. She lay down at once, and with Toto beside her soon fell into a
+sound sleep. The Scarecrow, who was never tired, stood up in another
+corner and waited patiently until morning came.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
+
+
+When Dorothy awoke the sun was shining through the trees and Toto had
+long been out chasing birds around him and squirrels. She sat up and
+looked around her. There was the Scarecrow, still standing patiently in
+his corner, waiting for her.
+
+“We must go and search for water,” she said to him.
+
+“Why do you want water?” he asked.
+
+“To wash my face clean after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the
+dry bread will not stick in my throat.”
+
+“It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh,” said the Scarecrow
+thoughtfully, “for you must sleep, and eat and drink. However, you have
+brains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly.”
+
+They left the cottage and walked through the trees until they found a
+little spring of clear water, where Dorothy drank and bathed and ate
+her breakfast. She saw there was not much bread left in the basket, and
+the girl was thankful the Scarecrow did not have to eat anything, for
+there was scarcely enough for herself and Toto for the day.
+
+When she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of
+yellow brick, she was startled to hear a deep groan near by.
+
+“What was that?” she asked timidly.
+
+“I cannot imagine,” replied the Scarecrow; “but we can go and see.”
+
+Just then another groan reached their ears, and the sound seemed to
+come from behind them. They turned and walked through the forest a few
+steps, when Dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine
+that fell between the trees. She ran to the place and then stopped
+short, with a little cry of surprise.
+
+One of the big trees had been partly chopped through, and standing
+beside it, with an uplifted axe in his hands, was a man made entirely
+of tin. His head and arms and legs were jointed upon his body, but he
+stood perfectly motionless, as if he could not stir at all.
+
+Dorothy looked at him in amazement, and so did the Scarecrow, while
+Toto barked sharply and made a snap at the tin legs, which hurt his
+teeth.
+
+“Did you groan?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“Yes,” answered the tin man, “I did. I’ve been groaning for more than a
+year, and no one has ever heard me before or come to help me.”
+
+“What can I do for you?” she inquired softly, for she was moved by the
+sad voice in which the man spoke.
+
+“Get an oil-can and oil my joints,” he answered. “They are rusted so
+badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon
+be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage.”
+
+Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then
+she returned and asked anxiously, “Where are your joints?”
+
+“Oil my neck, first,” replied the Tin Woodman. So she oiled it, and as
+it was quite badly rusted the Scarecrow took hold of the tin head and
+moved it gently from side to side until it worked freely, and then the
+man could turn it himself.
+
+“Now oil the joints in my arms,” he said. And Dorothy oiled them and
+the Scarecrow bent them carefully until they were quite free from rust
+and as good as new.
+
+The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe, which
+he leaned against the tree.
+
+“This is a great comfort,” he said. “I have been holding that axe in
+the air ever since I rusted, and I’m glad to be able to put it down at
+last. Now, if you will oil the joints of my legs, I shall be all right
+once more.”
+
+So they oiled his legs until he could move them freely; and he thanked
+them again and again for his release, for he seemed a very polite
+creature, and very grateful.
+
+“I might have stood there always if you had not come along,” he said;
+“so you have certainly saved my life. How did you happen to be here?”
+
+“We are on our way to the Emerald City to see the Great Oz,” she
+answered, “and we stopped at your cottage to pass the night.”
+
+“Why do you wish to see Oz?” he asked.
+
+“I want him to send me back to Kansas, and the Scarecrow wants him to
+put a few brains into his head,” she replied.
+
+The Tin Woodman appeared to think deeply for a moment. Then he said:
+
+“Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?”
+
+“Why, I guess so,” Dorothy answered. “It would be as easy as to give
+the Scarecrow brains.”
+
+“True,” the Tin Woodman returned. “So, if you will allow me to join
+your party, I will also go to the Emerald City and ask Oz to help me.”
+
+“Come along,” said the Scarecrow heartily, and Dorothy added that she
+would be pleased to have his company. So the Tin Woodman shouldered his
+axe and they all passed through the forest until they came to the road
+that was paved with yellow brick.
+
+The Tin Woodman had asked Dorothy to put the oil-can in her basket.
+“For,” he said, “if I should get caught in the rain, and rust again, I
+would need the oil-can badly.”
+
+It was a bit of good luck to have their new comrade join the party, for
+soon after they had begun their journey again they came to a place
+where the trees and branches grew so thick over the road that the
+travelers could not pass. But the Tin Woodman set to work with his axe
+and chopped so well that soon he cleared a passage for the entire
+party.
+
+Dorothy was thinking so earnestly as they walked along that she did not
+notice when the Scarecrow stumbled into a hole and rolled over to the
+side of the road. Indeed he was obliged to call to her to help him up
+again.
+
+“Why didn’t you walk around the hole?” asked the Tin Woodman.
+
+“I don’t know enough,” replied the Scarecrow cheerfully. “My head is
+stuffed with straw, you know, and that is why I am going to Oz to ask
+him for some brains.”
+
+“Oh, I see,” said the Tin Woodman. “But, after all, brains are not the
+best things in the world.”
+
+“Have you any?” inquired the Scarecrow.
+
+“No, my head is quite empty,” answered the Woodman. “But once I had
+brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much
+rather have a heart.”
+
+“And why is that?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“I will tell you my story, and then you will know.”
+
+So, while they were walking through the forest, the Tin Woodman told
+the following story:
+
+“I was born the son of a woodman who chopped down trees in the forest
+and sold the wood for a living. When I grew up, I too became a
+woodchopper, and after my father died I took care of my old mother as
+long as she lived. Then I made up my mind that instead of living alone
+I would marry, so that I might not become lonely.
+
+“There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon
+grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry
+me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for
+her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old
+woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she
+wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the
+housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and
+promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage.
+Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping
+away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my
+wife as soon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my
+left leg.
+
+“This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man
+could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and
+had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I
+was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for
+she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin
+girl. When I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right
+leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of
+tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other;
+but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked
+Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I
+thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come
+along, and he made me a new head out of tin.
+
+“I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than
+ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a
+new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my
+axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into
+two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body
+of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of
+joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had
+now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did
+not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still living
+with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her.
+
+“My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and
+it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There
+was only one danger—that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in
+my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However,
+there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a
+rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I
+was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a
+terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time
+to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart.
+While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can
+love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me
+one. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her.”
+
+Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story
+of the Tin Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a
+new heart.
+
+“All the same,” said the Scarecrow, “I shall ask for brains instead of
+a heart; for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had
+one.”
+
+“I shall take the heart,” returned the Tin Woodman; “for brains do not
+make one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world.”
+
+Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her
+two friends was right, and she decided if she could only get back to
+Kansas and Aunt Em, it did not matter so much whether the Woodman had
+no brains and the Scarecrow no heart, or each got what he wanted.
+
+What worried her most was that the bread was nearly gone, and another
+meal for herself and Toto would empty the basket. To be sure, neither
+the Woodman nor the Scarecrow ever ate anything, but she was not made
+of tin nor straw, and could not live unless she was fed.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+The Cowardly Lion
+
+
+All this time Dorothy and her companions had been walking through the
+thick woods. The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were
+much covered by dried branches and dead leaves from the trees, and the
+walking was not at all good.
+
+There were few birds in this part of the forest, for birds love the
+open country where there is plenty of sunshine. But now and then there
+came a deep growl from some wild animal hidden among the trees. These
+sounds made the little girl’s heart beat fast, for she did not know
+what made them; but Toto knew, and he walked close to Dorothy’s side,
+and did not even bark in return.
+
+“How long will it be,” the child asked of the Tin Woodman, “before we
+are out of the forest?”
+
+“I cannot tell,” was the answer, “for I have never been to the Emerald
+City. But my father went there once, when I was a boy, and he said it
+was a long journey through a dangerous country, although nearer to the
+city where Oz dwells the country is beautiful. But I am not afraid so
+long as I have my oil-can, and nothing can hurt the Scarecrow, while
+you bear upon your forehead the mark of the Good Witch’s kiss, and that
+will protect you from harm.”
+
+“But Toto!” said the girl anxiously. “What will protect him?”
+
+“We must protect him ourselves if he is in danger,” replied the Tin
+Woodman.
+
+Just as he spoke there came from the forest a terrible roar, and the
+next moment a great Lion bounded into the road. With one blow of his
+paw he sent the Scarecrow spinning over and over to the edge of the
+road, and then he struck at the Tin Woodman with his sharp claws. But,
+to the Lion’s surprise, he could make no impression on the tin,
+although the Woodman fell over in the road and lay still.
+
+Little Toto, now that he had an enemy to face, ran barking toward the
+Lion, and the great beast had opened his mouth to bite the dog, when
+Dorothy, fearing Toto would be killed, and heedless of danger, rushed
+forward and slapped the Lion upon his nose as hard as she could, while
+she cried out:
+
+“Don’t you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a
+big beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!”
+
+“I didn’t bite him,” said the Lion, as he rubbed his nose with his paw
+where Dorothy had hit it.
+
+“No, but you tried to,” she retorted. “You are nothing but a big
+coward.”
+
+“I know it,” said the Lion, hanging his head in shame. “I’ve always
+known it. But how can I help it?”
+
+“I don’t know, I’m sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man, like
+the poor Scarecrow!”
+
+“Is he stuffed?” asked the Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up
+the Scarecrow and set him upon his feet, while she patted him into
+shape again.
+
+“Of course he’s stuffed,” replied Dorothy, who was still angry.
+
+“That’s why he went over so easily,” remarked the Lion. “It astonished
+me to see him whirl around so. Is the other one stuffed also?”
+
+“No,” said Dorothy, “he’s made of tin.” And she helped the Woodman up
+again.
+
+“That’s why he nearly blunted my claws,” said the Lion. “When they
+scratched against the tin it made a cold shiver run down my back. What
+is that little animal you are so tender of?”
+
+“He is my dog, Toto,” answered Dorothy.
+
+“Is he made of tin, or stuffed?” asked the Lion.
+
+“Neither. He’s a—a—a meat dog,” said the girl.
+
+“Oh! He’s a curious animal and seems remarkably small, now that I look
+at him. No one would think of biting such a little thing, except a
+coward like me,” continued the Lion sadly.
+
+“What makes you a coward?” asked Dorothy, looking at the great beast in
+wonder, for he was as big as a small horse.
+
+“It’s a mystery,” replied the Lion. “I suppose I was born that way. All
+the other animals in the forest naturally expect me to be brave, for
+the Lion is everywhere thought to be the King of Beasts. I learned that
+if I roared very loudly every living thing was frightened and got out
+of my way. Whenever I’ve met a man I’ve been awfully scared; but I just
+roared at him, and he has always run away as fast as he could go. If
+the elephants and the tigers and the bears had ever tried to fight me,
+I should have run myself—I’m such a coward; but just as soon as they
+hear me roar they all try to get away from me, and of course I let them
+go.”
+
+“But that isn’t right. The King of Beasts shouldn’t be a coward,” said
+the Scarecrow.
+
+“I know it,” returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip
+of his tail. “It is my great sorrow, and makes my life very unhappy.
+But whenever there is danger, my heart begins to beat fast.”
+
+“Perhaps you have heart disease,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“It may be,” said the Lion.
+
+“If you have,” continued the Tin Woodman, “you ought to be glad, for it
+proves you have a heart. For my part, I have no heart; so I cannot have
+heart disease.”
+
+“Perhaps,” said the Lion thoughtfully, “if I had no heart I should not
+be a coward.”
+
+“Have you brains?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“I suppose so. I’ve never looked to see,” replied the Lion.
+
+“I am going to the Great Oz to ask him to give me some,” remarked the
+Scarecrow, “for my head is stuffed with straw.”
+
+“And I am going to ask him to give me a heart,” said the Woodman.
+
+“And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me back to Kansas,” added
+Dorothy.
+
+“Do you think Oz could give me courage?” asked the Cowardly Lion.
+
+“Just as easily as he could give me brains,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“Or give me a heart,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“Or send me back to Kansas,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll go with you,” said the Lion, “for my
+life is simply unbearable without a bit of courage.”
+
+“You will be very welcome,” answered Dorothy, “for you will help to
+keep away the other wild beasts. It seems to me they must be more
+cowardly than you are if they allow you to scare them so easily.”
+
+“They really are,” said the Lion, “but that doesn’t make me any braver,
+and as long as I know myself to be a coward I shall be unhappy.”
+
+So once more the little company set off upon the journey, the Lion
+walking with stately strides at Dorothy’s side. Toto did not approve of
+this new comrade at first, for he could not forget how nearly he had
+been crushed between the Lion’s great jaws. But after a time he became
+more at ease, and presently Toto and the Cowardly Lion had grown to be
+good friends.
+
+During the rest of that day there was no other adventure to mar the
+peace of their journey. Once, indeed, the Tin Woodman stepped upon a
+beetle that was crawling along the road, and killed the poor little
+thing. This made the Tin Woodman very unhappy, for he was always
+careful not to hurt any living creature; and as he walked along he wept
+several tears of sorrow and regret. These tears ran slowly down his
+face and over the hinges of his jaw, and there they rusted. When
+Dorothy presently asked him a question the Tin Woodman could not open
+his mouth, for his jaws were tightly rusted together. He became greatly
+frightened at this and made many motions to Dorothy to relieve him, but
+she could not understand. The Lion was also puzzled to know what was
+wrong. But the Scarecrow seized the oil-can from Dorothy’s basket and
+oiled the Woodman’s jaws, so that after a few moments he could talk as
+well as before.
+
+“This will serve me a lesson,” said he, “to look where I step. For if I
+should kill another bug or beetle I should surely cry again, and crying
+rusts my jaws so that I cannot speak.”
+
+Thereafter he walked very carefully, with his eyes on the road, and
+when he saw a tiny ant toiling by he would step over it, so as not to
+harm it. The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore
+he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.
+
+“You people with hearts,” he said, “have something to guide you, and
+need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very
+careful. When Oz gives me a heart of course I needn’t mind so much.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+The Journey to the Great Oz
+
+
+They were obliged to camp out that night under a large tree in the
+forest, for there were no houses near. The tree made a good, thick
+covering to protect them from the dew, and the Tin Woodman chopped a
+great pile of wood with his axe and Dorothy built a splendid fire that
+warmed her and made her feel less lonely. She and Toto ate the last of
+their bread, and now she did not know what they would do for breakfast.
+
+“If you wish,” said the Lion, “I will go into the forest and kill a
+deer for you. You can roast it by the fire, since your tastes are so
+peculiar that you prefer cooked food, and then you will have a very
+good breakfast.”
+
+“Don’t! Please don’t,” begged the Tin Woodman. “I should certainly weep
+if you killed a poor deer, and then my jaws would rust again.”
+
+But the Lion went away into the forest and found his own supper, and no
+one ever knew what it was, for he didn’t mention it. And the Scarecrow
+found a tree full of nuts and filled Dorothy’s basket with them, so
+that she would not be hungry for a long time. She thought this was very
+kind and thoughtful of the Scarecrow, but she laughed heartily at the
+awkward way in which the poor creature picked up the nuts. His padded
+hands were so clumsy and the nuts were so small that he dropped almost
+as many as he put in the basket. But the Scarecrow did not mind how
+long it took him to fill the basket, for it enabled him to keep away
+from the fire, as he feared a spark might get into his straw and burn
+him up. So he kept a good distance away from the flames, and only came
+near to cover Dorothy with dry leaves when she lay down to sleep. These
+kept her very snug and warm, and she slept soundly until morning.
+
+When it was daylight, the girl bathed her face in a little rippling
+brook, and soon after they all started toward the Emerald City.
+
+This was to be an eventful day for the travelers. They had hardly been
+walking an hour when they saw before them a great ditch that crossed
+the road and divided the forest as far as they could see on either
+side. It was a very wide ditch, and when they crept up to the edge and
+looked into it they could see it was also very deep, and there were
+many big, jagged rocks at the bottom. The sides were so steep that none
+of them could climb down, and for a moment it seemed that their journey
+must end.
+
+“What shall we do?” asked Dorothy despairingly.
+
+“I haven’t the faintest idea,” said the Tin Woodman, and the Lion shook
+his shaggy mane and looked thoughtful.
+
+But the Scarecrow said, “We cannot fly, that is certain. Neither can we
+climb down into this great ditch. Therefore, if we cannot jump over it,
+we must stop where we are.”
+
+“I think I could jump over it,” said the Cowardly Lion, after measuring
+the distance carefully in his mind.
+
+“Then we are all right,” answered the Scarecrow, “for you can carry us
+all over on your back, one at a time.”
+
+“Well, I’ll try it,” said the Lion. “Who will go first?”
+
+“I will,” declared the Scarecrow, “for, if you found that you could not
+jump over the gulf, Dorothy would be killed, or the Tin Woodman badly
+dented on the rocks below. But if I am on your back it will not matter
+so much, for the fall would not hurt me at all.”
+
+“I am terribly afraid of falling, myself,” said the Cowardly Lion, “but
+I suppose there is nothing to do but try it. So get on my back and we
+will make the attempt.”
+
+The Scarecrow sat upon the Lion’s back, and the big beast walked to the
+edge of the gulf and crouched down.
+
+“Why don’t you run and jump?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“Because that isn’t the way we Lions do these things,” he replied. Then
+giving a great spring, he shot through the air and landed safely on the
+other side. They were all greatly pleased to see how easily he did it,
+and after the Scarecrow had got down from his back the Lion sprang
+across the ditch again.
+
+Dorothy thought she would go next; so she took Toto in her arms and
+climbed on the Lion’s back, holding tightly to his mane with one hand.
+The next moment it seemed as if she were flying through the air; and
+then, before she had time to think about it, she was safe on the other
+side. The Lion went back a third time and got the Tin Woodman, and then
+they all sat down for a few moments to give the beast a chance to rest,
+for his great leaps had made his breath short, and he panted like a big
+dog that has been running too long.
+
+They found the forest very thick on this side, and it looked dark and
+gloomy. After the Lion had rested they started along the road of yellow
+brick, silently wondering, each in his own mind, if ever they would
+come to the end of the woods and reach the bright sunshine again. To
+add to their discomfort, they soon heard strange noises in the depths
+of the forest, and the Lion whispered to them that it was in this part
+of the country that the Kalidahs lived.
+
+“What are the Kalidahs?” asked the girl.
+
+“They are monstrous beasts with bodies like bears and heads like
+tigers,” replied the Lion, “and with claws so long and sharp that they
+could tear me in two as easily as I could kill Toto. I’m terribly
+afraid of the Kalidahs.”
+
+“I’m not surprised that you are,” returned Dorothy. “They must be
+dreadful beasts.”
+
+The Lion was about to reply when suddenly they came to another gulf
+across the road. But this one was so broad and deep that the Lion knew
+at once he could not leap across it.
+
+So they sat down to consider what they should do, and after serious
+thought the Scarecrow said:
+
+“Here is a great tree, standing close to the ditch. If the Tin Woodman
+can chop it down, so that it will fall to the other side, we can walk
+across it easily.”
+
+“That is a first-rate idea,” said the Lion. “One would almost suspect
+you had brains in your head, instead of straw.”
+
+The Woodman set to work at once, and so sharp was his axe that the tree
+was soon chopped nearly through. Then the Lion put his strong front
+legs against the tree and pushed with all his might, and slowly the big
+tree tipped and fell with a crash across the ditch, with its top
+branches on the other side.
+
+They had just started to cross this queer bridge when a sharp growl
+made them all look up, and to their horror they saw running toward them
+two great beasts with bodies like bears and heads like tigers.
+
+“They are the Kalidahs!” said the Cowardly Lion, beginning to tremble.
+
+“Quick!” cried the Scarecrow. “Let us cross over.”
+
+So Dorothy went first, holding Toto in her arms, the Tin Woodman
+followed, and the Scarecrow came next. The Lion, although he was
+certainly afraid, turned to face the Kalidahs, and then he gave so loud
+and terrible a roar that Dorothy screamed and the Scarecrow fell over
+backward, while even the fierce beasts stopped short and looked at him
+in surprise.
+
+But, seeing they were bigger than the Lion, and remembering that there
+were two of them and only one of him, the Kalidahs again rushed
+forward, and the Lion crossed over the tree and turned to see what they
+would do next. Without stopping an instant the fierce beasts also began
+to cross the tree. And the Lion said to Dorothy:
+
+“We are lost, for they will surely tear us to pieces with their sharp
+claws. But stand close behind me, and I will fight them as long as I am
+alive.”
+
+“Wait a minute!” called the Scarecrow. He had been thinking what was
+best to be done, and now he asked the Woodman to chop away the end of
+the tree that rested on their side of the ditch. The Tin Woodman began
+to use his axe at once, and, just as the two Kalidahs were nearly
+across, the tree fell with a crash into the gulf, carrying the ugly,
+snarling brutes with it, and both were dashed to pieces on the sharp
+rocks at the bottom.
+
+“Well,” said the Cowardly Lion, drawing a long breath of relief, “I see
+we are going to live a little while longer, and I am glad of it, for it
+must be a very uncomfortable thing not to be alive. Those creatures
+frightened me so badly that my heart is beating yet.”
+
+“Ah,” said the Tin Woodman sadly, “I wish I had a heart to beat.”
+
+This adventure made the travelers more anxious than ever to get out of
+the forest, and they walked so fast that Dorothy became tired, and had
+to ride on the Lion’s back. To their great joy the trees became thinner
+the farther they advanced, and in the afternoon they suddenly came upon
+a broad river, flowing swiftly just before them. On the other side of
+the water they could see the road of yellow brick running through a
+beautiful country, with green meadows dotted with bright flowers and
+all the road bordered with trees hanging full of delicious fruits. They
+were greatly pleased to see this delightful country before them.
+
+“How shall we cross the river?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“That is easily done,” replied the Scarecrow. “The Tin Woodman must
+build us a raft, so we can float to the other side.”
+
+So the Woodman took his axe and began to chop down small trees to make
+a raft, and while he was busy at this the Scarecrow found on the
+riverbank a tree full of fine fruit. This pleased Dorothy, who had
+eaten nothing but nuts all day, and she made a hearty meal of the ripe
+fruit.
+
+But it takes time to make a raft, even when one is as industrious and
+untiring as the Tin Woodman, and when night came the work was not done.
+So they found a cozy place under the trees where they slept well until
+the morning; and Dorothy dreamed of the Emerald City, and of the good
+Wizard Oz, who would soon send her back to her own home again.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+The Deadly Poppy Field
+
+
+Our little party of travelers awakened the next morning refreshed and
+full of hope, and Dorothy breakfasted like a princess off peaches and
+plums from the trees beside the river. Behind them was the dark forest
+they had passed safely through, although they had suffered many
+discouragements; but before them was a lovely, sunny country that
+seemed to beckon them on to the Emerald City.
+
+To be sure, the broad river now cut them off from this beautiful land.
+But the raft was nearly done, and after the Tin Woodman had cut a few
+more logs and fastened them together with wooden pins, they were ready
+to start. Dorothy sat down in the middle of the raft and held Toto in
+her arms. When the Cowardly Lion stepped upon the raft it tipped badly,
+for he was big and heavy; but the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood
+upon the other end to steady it, and they had long poles in their hands
+to push the raft through the water.
+
+They got along quite well at first, but when they reached the middle of
+the river the swift current swept the raft downstream, farther and
+farther away from the road of yellow brick. And the water grew so deep
+that the long poles would not touch the bottom.
+
+“This is bad,” said the Tin Woodman, “for if we cannot get to the land
+we shall be carried into the country of the Wicked Witch of the West,
+and she will enchant us and make us her slaves.”
+
+“And then I should get no brains,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“And I should get no courage,” said the Cowardly Lion.
+
+“And I should get no heart,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“And I should never get back to Kansas,” said Dorothy.
+
+“We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can,” the Scarecrow
+continued, and he pushed so hard on his long pole that it stuck fast in
+the mud at the bottom of the river. Then, before he could pull it out
+again—or let go—the raft was swept away, and the poor Scarecrow was
+left clinging to the pole in the middle of the river.
+
+“Good-bye!” he called after them, and they were very sorry to leave
+him. Indeed, the Tin Woodman began to cry, but fortunately remembered
+that he might rust, and so dried his tears on Dorothy’s apron.
+
+Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow.
+
+“I am now worse off than when I first met Dorothy,” he thought. “Then,
+I was stuck on a pole in a cornfield, where I could make-believe scare
+the crows, at any rate. But surely there is no use for a Scarecrow
+stuck on a pole in the middle of a river. I am afraid I shall never
+have any brains, after all!”
+
+Down the stream the raft floated, and the poor Scarecrow was left far
+behind. Then the Lion said:
+
+“Something must be done to save us. I think I can swim to the shore and
+pull the raft after me, if you will only hold fast to the tip of my
+tail.”
+
+So he sprang into the water, and the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of
+his tail. Then the Lion began to swim with all his might toward the
+shore. It was hard work, although he was so big; but by and by they
+were drawn out of the current, and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman’s
+long pole and helped push the raft to the land.
+
+They were all tired out when they reached the shore at last and stepped
+off upon the pretty green grass, and they also knew that the stream had
+carried them a long way past the road of yellow brick that led to the
+Emerald City.
+
+“What shall we do now?” asked the Tin Woodman, as the Lion lay down on
+the grass to let the sun dry him.
+
+“We must get back to the road, in some way,” said Dorothy.
+
+“The best plan will be to walk along the riverbank until we come to the
+road again,” remarked the Lion.
+
+So, when they were rested, Dorothy picked up her basket and they
+started along the grassy bank, to the road from which the river had
+carried them. It was a lovely country, with plenty of flowers and fruit
+trees and sunshine to cheer them, and had they not felt so sorry for
+the poor Scarecrow, they could have been very happy.
+
+They walked along as fast as they could, Dorothy only stopping once to
+pick a beautiful flower; and after a time the Tin Woodman cried out:
+“Look!”
+
+Then they all looked at the river and saw the Scarecrow perched upon
+his pole in the middle of the water, looking very lonely and sad.
+
+“What can we do to save him?” asked Dorothy.
+
+The Lion and the Woodman both shook their heads, for they did not know.
+So they sat down upon the bank and gazed wistfully at the Scarecrow
+until a Stork flew by, who, upon seeing them, stopped to rest at the
+water’s edge.
+
+“Who are you and where are you going?” asked the Stork.
+
+“I am Dorothy,” answered the girl, “and these are my friends, the Tin
+Woodman and the Cowardly Lion; and we are going to the Emerald City.”
+
+“This isn’t the road,” said the Stork, as she twisted her long neck and
+looked sharply at the queer party.
+
+“I know it,” returned Dorothy, “but we have lost the Scarecrow, and are
+wondering how we shall get him again.”
+
+“Where is he?” asked the Stork.
+
+“Over there in the river,” answered the little girl.
+
+“If he wasn’t so big and heavy I would get him for you,” remarked the
+Stork.
+
+“He isn’t heavy a bit,” said Dorothy eagerly, “for he is stuffed with
+straw; and if you will bring him back to us, we shall thank you ever
+and ever so much.”
+
+“Well, I’ll try,” said the Stork, “but if I find he is too heavy to
+carry I shall have to drop him in the river again.”
+
+So the big bird flew into the air and over the water till she came to
+where the Scarecrow was perched upon his pole. Then the Stork with her
+great claws grabbed the Scarecrow by the arm and carried him up into
+the air and back to the bank, where Dorothy and the Lion and the Tin
+Woodman and Toto were sitting.
+
+When the Scarecrow found himself among his friends again, he was so
+happy that he hugged them all, even the Lion and Toto; and as they
+walked along he sang “Tol-de-ri-de-oh!” at every step, he felt so gay.
+
+“I was afraid I should have to stay in the river forever,” he said,
+“but the kind Stork saved me, and if I ever get any brains I shall find
+the Stork again and do her some kindness in return.”
+
+“That’s all right,” said the Stork, who was flying along beside them.
+“I always like to help anyone in trouble. But I must go now, for my
+babies are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald
+City and that Oz will help you.”
+
+“Thank you,” replied Dorothy, and then the kind Stork flew into the air
+and was soon out of sight.
+
+They walked along listening to the singing of the brightly colored
+birds and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that
+the ground was carpeted with them. There were big yellow and white and
+blue and purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet poppies,
+which were so brilliant in color they almost dazzled Dorothy’s eyes.
+
+“Aren’t they beautiful?” the girl asked, as she breathed in the spicy
+scent of the bright flowers.
+
+“I suppose so,” answered the Scarecrow. “When I have brains, I shall
+probably like them better.”
+
+“If I only had a heart, I should love them,” added the Tin Woodman.
+
+“I always did like flowers,” said the Lion. “They seem so helpless and
+frail. But there are none in the forest so bright as these.”
+
+They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer
+and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the
+midst of a great meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when
+there are many of these flowers together their odor is so powerful that
+anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried
+away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But
+Dorothy did not know this, nor could she get away from the bright red
+flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy
+and she felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.
+
+But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this.
+
+“We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow brick before dark,”
+he said; and the Scarecrow agreed with him. So they kept walking until
+Dorothy could stand no longer. Her eyes closed in spite of herself and
+she forgot where she was and fell among the poppies, fast asleep.
+
+“What shall we do?” asked the Tin Woodman.
+
+“If we leave her here she will die,” said the Lion. “The smell of the
+flowers is killing us all. I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open, and
+the dog is asleep already.”
+
+It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress. But the
+Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not
+troubled by the scent of the flowers.
+
+“Run fast,” said the Scarecrow to the Lion, “and get out of this deadly
+flower bed as soon as you can. We will bring the little girl with us,
+but if you should fall asleep you are too big to be carried.”
+
+So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as fast as he could go.
+In a moment he was out of sight.
+
+“Let us make a chair with our hands and carry her,” said the Scarecrow.
+So they picked up Toto and put the dog in Dorothy’s lap, and then they
+made a chair with their hands for the seat and their arms for the arms
+and carried the sleeping girl between them through the flowers.
+
+On and on they walked, and it seemed that the great carpet of deadly
+flowers that surrounded them would never end. They followed the bend of
+the river, and at last came upon their friend the Lion, lying fast
+asleep among the poppies. The flowers had been too strong for the huge
+beast and he had given up at last, and fallen only a short distance
+from the end of the poppy bed, where the sweet grass spread in
+beautiful green fields before them.
+
+“We can do nothing for him,” said the Tin Woodman, sadly; “for he is
+much too heavy to lift. We must leave him here to sleep on forever, and
+perhaps he will dream that he has found courage at last.”
+
+“I’m sorry,” said the Scarecrow. “The Lion was a very good comrade for
+one so cowardly. But let us go on.”
+
+They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river, far
+enough from the poppy field to prevent her breathing any more of the
+poison of the flowers, and here they laid her gently on the soft grass
+and waited for the fresh breeze to waken her.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter IX
+The Queen of the Field Mice
+
+
+“We cannot be far from the road of yellow brick, now,” remarked the
+Scarecrow, as he stood beside the girl, “for we have come nearly as far
+as the river carried us away.”
+
+The Tin Woodman was about to reply when he heard a low growl, and
+turning his head (which worked beautifully on hinges) he saw a strange
+beast come bounding over the grass toward them. It was, indeed, a great
+yellow Wildcat, and the Woodman thought it must be chasing something,
+for its ears were lying close to its head and its mouth was wide open,
+showing two rows of ugly teeth, while its red eyes glowed like balls of
+fire. As it came nearer the Tin Woodman saw that running before the
+beast was a little gray field mouse, and although he had no heart he
+knew it was wrong for the Wildcat to try to kill such a pretty,
+harmless creature.
+
+So the Woodman raised his axe, and as the Wildcat ran by he gave it a
+quick blow that cut the beast’s head clean off from its body, and it
+rolled over at his feet in two pieces.
+
+The field mouse, now that it was freed from its enemy, stopped short;
+and coming slowly up to the Woodman it said, in a squeaky little voice:
+
+“Oh, thank you! Thank you ever so much for saving my life.”
+
+“Don’t speak of it, I beg of you,” replied the Woodman. “I have no
+heart, you know, so I am careful to help all those who may need a
+friend, even if it happens to be only a mouse.”
+
+“Only a mouse!” cried the little animal, indignantly. “Why, I am a
+Queen—the Queen of all the Field Mice!”
+
+“Oh, indeed,” said the Woodman, making a bow.
+
+“Therefore you have done a great deed, as well as a brave one, in
+saving my life,” added the Queen.
+
+At that moment several mice were seen running up as fast as their
+little legs could carry them, and when they saw their Queen they
+exclaimed:
+
+“Oh, your Majesty, we thought you would be killed! How did you manage
+to escape the great Wildcat?” They all bowed so low to the little Queen
+that they almost stood upon their heads.
+
+“This funny tin man,” she answered, “killed the Wildcat and saved my
+life. So hereafter you must all serve him, and obey his slightest
+wish.”
+
+“We will!” cried all the mice, in a shrill chorus. And then they
+scampered in all directions, for Toto had awakened from his sleep, and
+seeing all these mice around him he gave one bark of delight and jumped
+right into the middle of the group. Toto had always loved to chase mice
+when he lived in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it.
+
+But the Tin Woodman caught the dog in his arms and held him tight,
+while he called to the mice, “Come back! Come back! Toto shall not hurt
+you.”
+
+At this the Queen of the Mice stuck her head out from underneath a
+clump of grass and asked, in a timid voice, “Are you sure he will not
+bite us?”
+
+“I will not let him,” said the Woodman; “so do not be afraid.”
+
+One by one the mice came creeping back, and Toto did not bark again,
+although he tried to get out of the Woodman’s arms, and would have
+bitten him had he not known very well he was made of tin. Finally one
+of the biggest mice spoke.
+
+“Is there anything we can do,” it asked, “to repay you for saving the
+life of our Queen?”
+
+“Nothing that I know of,” answered the Woodman; but the Scarecrow, who
+had been trying to think, but could not because his head was stuffed
+with straw, said, quickly, “Oh, yes; you can save our friend, the
+Cowardly Lion, who is asleep in the poppy bed.”
+
+“A Lion!” cried the little Queen. “Why, he would eat us all up.”
+
+“Oh, no,” declared the Scarecrow; “this Lion is a coward.”
+
+“Really?” asked the Mouse.
+
+“He says so himself,” answered the Scarecrow, “and he would never hurt
+anyone who is our friend. If you will help us to save him I promise
+that he shall treat you all with kindness.”
+
+“Very well,” said the Queen, “we trust you. But what shall we do?”
+
+“Are there many of these mice which call you Queen and are willing to
+obey you?”
+
+“Oh, yes; there are thousands,” she replied.
+
+“Then send for them all to come here as soon as possible, and let each
+one bring a long piece of string.”
+
+The Queen turned to the mice that attended her and told them to go at
+once and get all her people. As soon as they heard her orders they ran
+away in every direction as fast as possible.
+
+“Now,” said the Scarecrow to the Tin Woodman, “you must go to those
+trees by the riverside and make a truck that will carry the Lion.”
+
+So the Woodman went at once to the trees and began to work; and he soon
+made a truck out of the limbs of trees, from which he chopped away all
+the leaves and branches. He fastened it together with wooden pegs and
+made the four wheels out of short pieces of a big tree trunk. So fast
+and so well did he work that by the time the mice began to arrive the
+truck was all ready for them.
+
+They came from all directions, and there were thousands of them: big
+mice and little mice and middle-sized mice; and each one brought a
+piece of string in his mouth. It was about this time that Dorothy woke
+from her long sleep and opened her eyes. She was greatly astonished to
+find herself lying upon the grass, with thousands of mice standing
+around and looking at her timidly. But the Scarecrow told her about
+everything, and turning to the dignified little Mouse, he said:
+
+“Permit me to introduce to you her Majesty, the Queen.”
+
+Dorothy nodded gravely and the Queen made a curtsy, after which she
+became quite friendly with the little girl.
+
+The Scarecrow and the Woodman now began to fasten the mice to the
+truck, using the strings they had brought. One end of a string was tied
+around the neck of each mouse and the other end to the truck. Of course
+the truck was a thousand times bigger than any of the mice who were to
+draw it; but when all the mice had been harnessed, they were able to
+pull it quite easily. Even the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman could sit
+on it, and were drawn swiftly by their queer little horses to the place
+where the Lion lay asleep.
+
+After a great deal of hard work, for the Lion was heavy, they managed
+to get him up on the truck. Then the Queen hurriedly gave her people
+the order to start, for she feared if the mice stayed among the poppies
+too long they also would fall asleep.
+
+At first the little creatures, many though they were, could hardly stir
+the heavily loaded truck; but the Woodman and the Scarecrow both pushed
+from behind, and they got along better. Soon they rolled the Lion out
+of the poppy bed to the green fields, where he could breathe the sweet,
+fresh air again, instead of the poisonous scent of the flowers.
+
+Dorothy came to meet them and thanked the little mice warmly for saving
+her companion from death. She had grown so fond of the big Lion she was
+glad he had been rescued.
+
+Then the mice were unharnessed from the truck and scampered away
+through the grass to their homes. The Queen of the Mice was the last to
+leave.
+
+“If ever you need us again,” she said, “come out into the field and
+call, and we shall hear you and come to your assistance. Good-bye!”
+
+“Good-bye!” they all answered, and away the Queen ran, while Dorothy
+held Toto tightly lest he should run after her and frighten her.
+
+After this they sat down beside the Lion until he should awaken; and
+the Scarecrow brought Dorothy some fruit from a tree near by, which she
+ate for her dinner.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter X
+The Guardian of the Gate
+
+
+It was some time before the Cowardly Lion awakened, for he had lain
+among the poppies a long while, breathing in their deadly fragrance;
+but when he did open his eyes and roll off the truck he was very glad
+to find himself still alive.
+
+“I ran as fast as I could,” he said, sitting down and yawning, “but the
+flowers were too strong for me. How did you get me out?”
+
+Then they told him of the field mice, and how they had generously saved
+him from death; and the Cowardly Lion laughed, and said:
+
+“I have always thought myself very big and terrible; yet such little
+things as flowers came near to killing me, and such small animals as
+mice have saved my life. How strange it all is! But, comrades, what
+shall we do now?”
+
+“We must journey on until we find the road of yellow brick again,” said
+Dorothy, “and then we can keep on to the Emerald City.”
+
+So, the Lion being fully refreshed, and feeling quite himself again,
+they all started upon the journey, greatly enjoying the walk through
+the soft, fresh grass; and it was not long before they reached the road
+of yellow brick and turned again toward the Emerald City where the
+Great Oz dwelt.
+
+The road was smooth and well paved, now, and the country about was
+beautiful, so that the travelers rejoiced in leaving the forest far
+behind, and with it the many dangers they had met in its gloomy shades.
+Once more they could see fences built beside the road; but these were
+painted green, and when they came to a small house, in which a farmer
+evidently lived, that also was painted green. They passed by several of
+these houses during the afternoon, and sometimes people came to the
+doors and looked at them as if they would like to ask questions; but no
+one came near them nor spoke to them because of the great Lion, of
+which they were very much afraid. The people were all dressed in
+clothing of a lovely emerald-green color and wore peaked hats like
+those of the Munchkins.
+
+“This must be the Land of Oz,” said Dorothy, “and we are surely getting
+near the Emerald City.”
+
+“Yes,” answered the Scarecrow. “Everything is green here, while in the
+country of the Munchkins blue was the favorite color. But the people do
+not seem to be as friendly as the Munchkins, and I’m afraid we shall be
+unable to find a place to pass the night.”
+
+“I should like something to eat besides fruit,” said the girl, “and I’m
+sure Toto is nearly starved. Let us stop at the next house and talk to
+the people.”
+
+So, when they came to a good-sized farmhouse, Dorothy walked boldly up
+to the door and knocked.
+
+A woman opened it just far enough to look out, and said, “What do you
+want, child, and why is that great Lion with you?”
+
+“We wish to pass the night with you, if you will allow us,” answered
+Dorothy; “and the Lion is my friend and comrade, and would not hurt you
+for the world.”
+
+“Is he tame?” asked the woman, opening the door a little wider.
+
+“Oh, yes,” said the girl, “and he is a great coward, too. He will be
+more afraid of you than you are of him.”
+
+“Well,” said the woman, after thinking it over and taking another peep
+at the Lion, “if that is the case you may come in, and I will give you
+some supper and a place to sleep.”
+
+So they all entered the house, where there were, besides the woman, two
+children and a man. The man had hurt his leg, and was lying on the
+couch in a corner. They seemed greatly surprised to see so strange a
+company, and while the woman was busy laying the table the man asked:
+
+“Where are you all going?”
+
+“To the Emerald City,” said Dorothy, “to see the Great Oz.”
+
+“Oh, indeed!” exclaimed the man. “Are you sure that Oz will see you?”
+
+“Why not?” she replied.
+
+“Why, it is said that he never lets anyone come into his presence. I
+have been to the Emerald City many times, and it is a beautiful and
+wonderful place; but I have never been permitted to see the Great Oz,
+nor do I know of any living person who has seen him.”
+
+“Does he never go out?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“Never. He sits day after day in the great Throne Room of his Palace,
+and even those who wait upon him do not see him face to face.”
+
+“What is he like?” asked the girl.
+
+“That is hard to tell,” said the man thoughtfully. “You see, Oz is a
+Great Wizard, and can take on any form he wishes. So that some say he
+looks like a bird; and some say he looks like an elephant; and some say
+he looks like a cat. To others he appears as a beautiful fairy, or a
+brownie, or in any other form that pleases him. But who the real Oz is,
+when he is in his own form, no living person can tell.”
+
+“That is very strange,” said Dorothy, “but we must try, in some way, to
+see him, or we shall have made our journey for nothing.”
+
+“Why do you wish to see the terrible Oz?” asked the man.
+
+“I want him to give me some brains,” said the Scarecrow eagerly.
+
+“Oh, Oz could do that easily enough,” declared the man. “He has more
+brains than he needs.”
+
+“And I want him to give me a heart,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“That will not trouble him,” continued the man, “for Oz has a large
+collection of hearts, of all sizes and shapes.”
+
+“And I want him to give me courage,” said the Cowardly Lion.
+
+“Oz keeps a great pot of courage in his Throne Room,” said the man,
+“which he has covered with a golden plate, to keep it from running
+over. He will be glad to give you some.”
+
+“And I want him to send me back to Kansas,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Where is Kansas?” asked the man, with surprise.
+
+“I don’t know,” replied Dorothy sorrowfully, “but it is my home, and
+I’m sure it’s somewhere.”
+
+“Very likely. Well, Oz can do anything; so I suppose he will find
+Kansas for you. But first you must get to see him, and that will be a
+hard task; for the Great Wizard does not like to see anyone, and he
+usually has his own way. But what do YOU want?” he continued, speaking
+to Toto. Toto only wagged his tail; for, strange to say, he could not
+speak.
+
+The woman now called to them that supper was ready, so they gathered
+around the table and Dorothy ate some delicious porridge and a dish of
+scrambled eggs and a plate of nice white bread, and enjoyed her meal.
+The Lion ate some of the porridge, but did not care for it, saying it
+was made from oats and oats were food for horses, not for lions. The
+Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman ate nothing at all. Toto ate a little of
+everything, and was glad to get a good supper again.
+
+The woman now gave Dorothy a bed to sleep in, and Toto lay down beside
+her, while the Lion guarded the door of her room so she might not be
+disturbed. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood up in a corner and
+kept quiet all night, although of course they could not sleep.
+
+The next morning, as soon as the sun was up, they started on their way,
+and soon saw a beautiful green glow in the sky just before them.
+
+“That must be the Emerald City,” said Dorothy.
+
+As they walked on, the green glow became brighter and brighter, and it
+seemed that at last they were nearing the end of their travels. Yet it
+was afternoon before they came to the great wall that surrounded the
+City. It was high and thick and of a bright green color.
+
+In front of them, and at the end of the road of yellow brick, was a big
+gate, all studded with emeralds that glittered so in the sun that even
+the painted eyes of the Scarecrow were dazzled by their brilliancy.
+
+There was a bell beside the gate, and Dorothy pushed the button and
+heard a silvery tinkle sound within. Then the big gate swung slowly
+open, and they all passed through and found themselves in a high arched
+room, the walls of which glistened with countless emeralds.
+
+Before them stood a little man about the same size as the Munchkins. He
+was clothed all in green, from his head to his feet, and even his skin
+was of a greenish tint. At his side was a large green box.
+
+When he saw Dorothy and her companions the man asked, “What do you wish
+in the Emerald City?”
+
+“We came here to see the Great Oz,” said Dorothy.
+
+The man was so surprised at this answer that he sat down to think it
+over.
+
+“It has been many years since anyone asked me to see Oz,” he said,
+shaking his head in perplexity. “He is powerful and terrible, and if
+you come on an idle or foolish errand to bother the wise reflections of
+the Great Wizard, he might be angry and destroy you all in an instant.”
+
+“But it is not a foolish errand, nor an idle one,” replied the
+Scarecrow; “it is important. And we have been told that Oz is a good
+Wizard.”
+
+“So he is,” said the green man, “and he rules the Emerald City wisely
+and well. But to those who are not honest, or who approach him from
+curiosity, he is most terrible, and few have ever dared ask to see his
+face. I am the Guardian of the Gates, and since you demand to see the
+Great Oz I must take you to his Palace. But first you must put on the
+spectacles.”
+
+“Why?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“Because if you did not wear spectacles the brightness and glory of the
+Emerald City would blind you. Even those who live in the City must wear
+spectacles night and day. They are all locked on, for Oz so ordered it
+when the City was first built, and I have the only key that will unlock
+them.”
+
+He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with
+spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in
+them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit
+Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two golden bands
+fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they
+were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the
+Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy
+could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish
+to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.
+
+Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin
+Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast
+with the key.
+
+Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he
+was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a
+peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him
+through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XI
+The Wonderful City of Oz
+
+
+Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her
+friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City.
+The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble
+and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a
+pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined
+together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the
+brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the
+sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were
+green.
+
+There were many people—men, women, and children—walking about, and
+these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They
+looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering
+eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when
+they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the
+street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy
+and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green
+hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling
+green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that
+they paid for it with green pennies.
+
+There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried
+things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them.
+Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.
+
+The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came
+to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the
+Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door,
+dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.
+
+“Here are strangers,” said the Guardian of the Gates to him, “and they
+demand to see the Great Oz.”
+
+“Step inside,” answered the soldier, “and I will carry your message to
+him.”
+
+So they passed through the Palace Gates and were led into a big room
+with a green carpet and lovely green furniture set with emeralds. The
+soldier made them all wipe their feet upon a green mat before entering
+this room, and when they were seated he said politely:
+
+“Please make yourselves comfortable while I go to the door of the
+Throne Room and tell Oz you are here.”
+
+They had to wait a long time before the soldier returned. When, at
+last, he came back, Dorothy asked:
+
+“Have you seen Oz?”
+
+“Oh, no,” returned the soldier; “I have never seen him. But I spoke to
+him as he sat behind his screen and gave him your message. He said he
+will grant you an audience, if you so desire; but each one of you must
+enter his presence alone, and he will admit but one each day.
+Therefore, as you must remain in the Palace for several days, I will
+have you shown to rooms where you may rest in comfort after your
+journey.”
+
+“Thank you,” replied the girl; “that is very kind of Oz.”
+
+The soldier now blew upon a green whistle, and at once a young girl,
+dressed in a pretty green silk gown, entered the room. She had lovely
+green hair and green eyes, and she bowed low before Dorothy as she
+said, “Follow me and I will show you your room.”
+
+So Dorothy said good-bye to all her friends except Toto, and taking the
+dog in her arms followed the green girl through seven passages and up
+three flights of stairs until they came to a room at the front of the
+Palace. It was the sweetest little room in the world, with a soft
+comfortable bed that had sheets of green silk and a green velvet
+counterpane. There was a tiny fountain in the middle of the room, that
+shot a spray of green perfume into the air, to fall back into a
+beautifully carved green marble basin. Beautiful green flowers stood in
+the windows, and there was a shelf with a row of little green books.
+When Dorothy had time to open these books she found them full of queer
+green pictures that made her laugh, they were so funny.
+
+In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and
+velvet; and all of them fitted Dorothy exactly.
+
+“Make yourself perfectly at home,” said the green girl, “and if you
+wish for anything ring the bell. Oz will send for you tomorrow
+morning.”
+
+She left Dorothy alone and went back to the others. These she also led
+to rooms, and each one of them found himself lodged in a very pleasant
+part of the Palace. Of course this politeness was wasted on the
+Scarecrow; for when he found himself alone in his room he stood
+stupidly in one spot, just within the doorway, to wait till morning. It
+would not rest him to lie down, and he could not close his eyes; so he
+remained all night staring at a little spider which was weaving its web
+in a corner of the room, just as if it were not one of the most
+wonderful rooms in the world. The Tin Woodman lay down on his bed from
+force of habit, for he remembered when he was made of flesh; but not
+being able to sleep, he passed the night moving his joints up and down
+to make sure they kept in good working order. The Lion would have
+preferred a bed of dried leaves in the forest, and did not like being
+shut up in a room; but he had too much sense to let this worry him, so
+he sprang upon the bed and rolled himself up like a cat and purred
+himself asleep in a minute.
+
+The next morning, after breakfast, the green maiden came to fetch
+Dorothy, and she dressed her in one of the prettiest gowns, made of
+green brocaded satin. Dorothy put on a green silk apron and tied a
+green ribbon around Toto’s neck, and they started for the Throne Room
+of the Great Oz.
+
+First they came to a great hall in which were many ladies and gentlemen
+of the court, all dressed in rich costumes. These people had nothing to
+do but talk to each other, but they always came to wait outside the
+Throne Room every morning, although they were never permitted to see
+Oz. As Dorothy entered they looked at her curiously, and one of them
+whispered:
+
+“Are you really going to look upon the face of Oz the Terrible?”
+
+“Of course,” answered the girl, “if he will see me.”
+
+“Oh, he will see you,” said the soldier who had taken her message to
+the Wizard, “although he does not like to have people ask to see him.
+Indeed, at first he was angry and said I should send you back where you
+came from. Then he asked me what you looked like, and when I mentioned
+your silver shoes he was very much interested. At last I told him about
+the mark upon your forehead, and he decided he would admit you to his
+presence.”
+
+Just then a bell rang, and the green girl said to Dorothy, “That is the
+signal. You must go into the Throne Room alone.”
+
+She opened a little door and Dorothy walked boldly through and found
+herself in a wonderful place. It was a big, round room with a high
+arched roof, and the walls and ceiling and floor were covered with
+large emeralds set closely together. In the center of the roof was a
+great light, as bright as the sun, which made the emeralds sparkle in a
+wonderful manner.
+
+But what interested Dorothy most was the big throne of green marble
+that stood in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a chair and
+sparkled with gems, as did everything else. In the center of the chair
+was an enormous Head, without a body to support it or any arms or legs
+whatever. There was no hair upon this head, but it had eyes and a nose
+and mouth, and was much bigger than the head of the biggest giant.
+
+As Dorothy gazed upon this in wonder and fear, the eyes turned slowly
+and looked at her sharply and steadily. Then the mouth moved, and
+Dorothy heard a voice say:
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?”
+
+It was not such an awful voice as she had expected to come from the big
+Head; so she took courage and answered:
+
+“I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help.”
+
+The eyes looked at her thoughtfully for a full minute. Then said the
+voice:
+
+“Where did you get the silver shoes?”
+
+“I got them from the Wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on
+her and killed her,” she replied.
+
+“Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?” continued the voice.
+
+“That is where the Good Witch of the North kissed me when she bade me
+good-bye and sent me to you,” said the girl.
+
+Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw she was telling the
+truth. Then Oz asked, “What do you wish me to do?”
+
+“Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are,” she
+answered earnestly. “I don’t like your country, although it is so
+beautiful. And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my
+being away so long.”
+
+The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the ceiling and
+down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that they seemed to see
+every part of the room. And at last they looked at Dorothy again.
+
+“Why should I do this for you?” asked Oz.
+
+“Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard
+and I am only a little girl.”
+
+“But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the East,” said
+Oz.
+
+“That just happened,” returned Dorothy simply; “I could not help it.”
+
+“Well,” said the Head, “I will give you my answer. You have no right to
+expect me to send you back to Kansas unless you do something for me in
+return. In this country everyone must pay for everything he gets. If
+you wish me to use my magic power to send you home again you must do
+something for me first. Help me and I will help you.”
+
+“What must I do?” asked the girl.
+
+“Kill the Wicked Witch of the West,” answered Oz.
+
+“But I cannot!” exclaimed Dorothy, greatly surprised.
+
+“You killed the Witch of the East and you wear the silver shoes, which
+bear a powerful charm. There is now but one Wicked Witch left in all
+this land, and when you can tell me she is dead I will send you back to
+Kansas—but not before.”
+
+The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed; and the
+eyes winked again and looked upon her anxiously, as if the Great Oz
+felt that she could help him if she would.
+
+“I never killed anything, willingly,” she sobbed. “Even if I wanted to,
+how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Great and Terrible,
+cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to do it?”
+
+“I do not know,” said the Head; “but that is my answer, and until the
+Wicked Witch dies you will not see your uncle and aunt again. Remember
+that the Witch is Wicked—tremendously Wicked—and ought to be killed.
+Now go, and do not ask to see me again until you have done your task.”
+
+Sorrowfully Dorothy left the Throne Room and went back where the Lion
+and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were waiting to hear what Oz had
+said to her. “There is no hope for me,” she said sadly, “for Oz will
+not send me home until I have killed the Wicked Witch of the West; and
+that I can never do.”
+
+Her friends were sorry, but could do nothing to help her; so Dorothy
+went to her own room and lay down on the bed and cried herself to
+sleep.
+
+The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the
+Scarecrow and said:
+
+“Come with me, for Oz has sent for you.”
+
+So the Scarecrow followed him and was admitted into the great Throne
+Room, where he saw, sitting in the emerald throne, a most lovely Lady.
+She was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green
+locks a crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders were wings,
+gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if the slightest
+breath of air reached them.
+
+When the Scarecrow had bowed, as prettily as his straw stuffing would
+let him, before this beautiful creature, she looked upon him sweetly,
+and said:
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?”
+
+Now the Scarecrow, who had expected to see the great Head Dorothy had
+told him of, was much astonished; but he answered her bravely.
+
+“I am only a Scarecrow, stuffed with straw. Therefore I have no brains,
+and I come to you praying that you will put brains in my head instead
+of straw, so that I may become as much a man as any other in your
+dominions.”
+
+“Why should I do this for you?” asked the Lady.
+
+“Because you are wise and powerful, and no one else can help me,”
+answered the Scarecrow.
+
+“I never grant favors without some return,” said Oz; “but this much I
+will promise. If you will kill for me the Wicked Witch of the West, I
+will bestow upon you a great many brains, and such good brains that you
+will be the wisest man in all the Land of Oz.”
+
+“I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the Witch,” said the Scarecrow, in
+surprise.
+
+“So I did. I don’t care who kills her. But until she is dead I will not
+grant your wish. Now go, and do not seek me again until you have earned
+the brains you so greatly desire.”
+
+The Scarecrow went sorrowfully back to his friends and told them what
+Oz had said; and Dorothy was surprised to find that the Great Wizard
+was not a Head, as she had seen him, but a lovely Lady.
+
+“All the same,” said the Scarecrow, “she needs a heart as much as the
+Tin Woodman.”
+
+On the next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the Tin
+Woodman and said:
+
+“Oz has sent for you. Follow me.”
+
+So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the great Throne Room. He
+did not know whether he would find Oz a lovely Lady or a Head, but he
+hoped it would be the lovely Lady. “For,” he said to himself, “if it is
+the head, I am sure I shall not be given a heart, since a head has no
+heart of its own and therefore cannot feel for me. But if it is the
+lovely Lady I shall beg hard for a heart, for all ladies are themselves
+said to be kindly hearted.”
+
+But when the Woodman entered the great Throne Room he saw neither the
+Head nor the Lady, for Oz had taken the shape of a most terrible Beast.
+It was nearly as big as an elephant, and the green throne seemed hardly
+strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast had a head like that of a
+rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in its face. There were five long
+arms growing out of its body, and it also had five long, slim legs.
+Thick, woolly hair covered every part of it, and a more
+dreadful-looking monster could not be imagined. It was fortunate the
+Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment, for it would have beat loud
+and fast from terror. But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all
+afraid, although he was much disappointed.
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible,” spoke the Beast, in a voice that was
+one great roar. “Who are you, and why do you seek me?”
+
+“I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therefore I have no heart, and cannot
+love. I pray you to give me a heart that I may be as other men are.”
+
+“Why should I do this?” demanded the Beast.
+
+“Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my request,” answered the
+Woodman.
+
+Oz gave a low growl at this, but said, gruffly: “If you indeed desire a
+heart, you must earn it.”
+
+“How?” asked the Woodman.
+
+“Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West,” replied the Beast.
+“When the Witch is dead, come to me, and I will then give you the
+biggest and kindest and most loving heart in all the Land of Oz.”
+
+So the Tin Woodman was forced to return sorrowfully to his friends and
+tell them of the terrible Beast he had seen. They all wondered greatly
+at the many forms the Great Wizard could take upon himself, and the
+Lion said:
+
+“If he is a Beast when I go to see him, I shall roar my loudest, and so
+frighten him that he will grant all I ask. And if he is the lovely
+Lady, I shall pretend to spring upon her, and so compel her to do my
+bidding. And if he is the great Head, he will be at my mercy; for I
+will roll this head all about the room until he promises to give us
+what we desire. So be of good cheer, my friends, for all will yet be
+well.”
+
+The next morning the soldier with the green whiskers led the Lion to
+the great Throne Room and bade him enter the presence of Oz.
+
+The Lion at once passed through the door, and glancing around saw, to
+his surprise, that before the throne was a Ball of Fire, so fierce and
+glowing he could scarcely bear to gaze upon it. His first thought was
+that Oz had by accident caught on fire and was burning up; but when he
+tried to go nearer, the heat was so intense that it singed his
+whiskers, and he crept back tremblingly to a spot nearer the door.
+
+Then a low, quiet voice came from the Ball of Fire, and these were the
+words it spoke:
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and why do you seek me?”
+
+And the Lion answered, “I am a Cowardly Lion, afraid of everything. I
+came to you to beg that you give me courage, so that in reality I may
+become the King of Beasts, as men call me.”
+
+“Why should I give you courage?” demanded Oz.
+
+“Because of all Wizards you are the greatest, and alone have power to
+grant my request,” answered the Lion.
+
+The Ball of Fire burned fiercely for a time, and the voice said, “Bring
+me proof that the Wicked Witch is dead, and that moment I will give you
+courage. But as long as the Witch lives, you must remain a coward.”
+
+The Lion was angry at this speech, but could say nothing in reply, and
+while he stood silently gazing at the Ball of Fire it became so
+furiously hot that he turned tail and rushed from the room. He was glad
+to find his friends waiting for him, and told them of his terrible
+interview with the Wizard.
+
+“What shall we do now?” asked Dorothy sadly.
+
+“There is only one thing we can do,” returned the Lion, “and that is to
+go to the land of the Winkies, seek out the Wicked Witch, and destroy
+her.”
+
+“But suppose we cannot?” said the girl.
+
+“Then I shall never have courage,” declared the Lion.
+
+“And I shall never have brains,” added the Scarecrow.
+
+“And I shall never have a heart,” spoke the Tin Woodman.
+
+“And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry,” said Dorothy,
+beginning to cry.
+
+“Be careful!” cried the green girl. “The tears will fall on your green
+silk gown and spot it.”
+
+So Dorothy dried her eyes and said, “I suppose we must try it; but I am
+sure I do not want to kill anybody, even to see Aunt Em again.”
+
+“I will go with you; but I’m too much of a coward to kill the Witch,”
+said the Lion.
+
+“I will go too,” declared the Scarecrow; “but I shall not be of much
+help to you, I am such a fool.”
+
+“I haven’t the heart to harm even a Witch,” remarked the Tin Woodman;
+“but if you go I certainly shall go with you.”
+
+Therefore it was decided to start upon their journey the next morning,
+and the Woodman sharpened his axe on a green grindstone and had all his
+joints properly oiled. The Scarecrow stuffed himself with fresh straw
+and Dorothy put new paint on his eyes that he might see better. The
+green girl, who was very kind to them, filled Dorothy’s basket with
+good things to eat, and fastened a little bell around Toto’s neck with
+a green ribbon.
+
+They went to bed quite early and slept soundly until daylight, when
+they were awakened by the crowing of a green cock that lived in the
+back yard of the Palace, and the cackling of a hen that had laid a
+green egg.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XII
+The Search for the Wicked Witch
+
+
+The soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets of the
+Emerald City until they reached the room where the Guardian of the
+Gates lived. This officer unlocked their spectacles to put them back in
+his great box, and then he politely opened the gate for our friends.
+
+“Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“There is no road,” answered the Guardian of the Gates. “No one ever
+wishes to go that way.”
+
+“How, then, are we to find her?” inquired the girl.
+
+“That will be easy,” replied the man, “for when she knows you are in
+the country of the Winkies she will find you, and make you all her
+slaves.”
+
+“Perhaps not,” said the Scarecrow, “for we mean to destroy her.”
+
+“Oh, that is different,” said the Guardian of the Gates. “No one has
+ever destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she would make slaves
+of you, as she has of the rest. But take care; for she is wicked and
+fierce, and may not allow you to destroy her. Keep to the West, where
+the sun sets, and you cannot fail to find her.”
+
+They thanked him and bade him good-bye, and turned toward the West,
+walking over fields of soft grass dotted here and there with daisies
+and buttercups. Dorothy still wore the pretty silk dress she had put on
+in the palace, but now, to her surprise, she found it was no longer
+green, but pure white. The ribbon around Toto’s neck had also lost its
+green color and was as white as Dorothy’s dress.
+
+The Emerald City was soon left far behind. As they advanced the ground
+became rougher and hillier, for there were no farms nor houses in this
+country of the West, and the ground was untilled.
+
+In the afternoon the sun shone hot in their faces, for there were no
+trees to offer them shade; so that before night Dorothy and Toto and
+the Lion were tired, and lay down upon the grass and fell asleep, with
+the Woodman and the Scarecrow keeping watch.
+
+Now the Wicked Witch of the West had but one eye, yet that was as
+powerful as a telescope, and could see everywhere. So, as she sat in
+the door of her castle, she happened to look around and saw Dorothy
+lying asleep, with her friends all about her. They were a long distance
+off, but the Wicked Witch was angry to find them in her country; so she
+blew upon a silver whistle that hung around her neck.
+
+At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great
+wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.
+
+“Go to those people,” said the Witch, “and tear them to pieces.”
+
+“Are you not going to make them your slaves?” asked the leader of the
+wolves.
+
+“No,” she answered, “one is of tin, and one of straw; one is a girl and
+another a Lion. None of them is fit to work, so you may tear them into
+small pieces.”
+
+“Very well,” said the wolf, and he dashed away at full speed, followed
+by the others.
+
+It was lucky the Scarecrow and the Woodman were wide awake and heard
+the wolves coming.
+
+“This is my fight,” said the Woodman, “so get behind me and I will meet
+them as they come.”
+
+He seized his axe, which he had made very sharp, and as the leader of
+the wolves came on the Tin Woodman swung his arm and chopped the wolf’s
+head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could
+raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under the sharp
+edge of the Tin Woodman’s weapon. There were forty wolves, and forty
+times a wolf was killed, so that at last they all lay dead in a heap
+before the Woodman.
+
+Then he put down his axe and sat beside the Scarecrow, who said, “It
+was a good fight, friend.”
+
+They waited until Dorothy awoke the next morning. The little girl was
+quite frightened when she saw the great pile of shaggy wolves, but the
+Tin Woodman told her all. She thanked him for saving them and sat down
+to breakfast, after which they started again upon their journey.
+
+Now this same morning the Wicked Witch came to the door of her castle
+and looked out with her one eye that could see far off. She saw all her
+wolves lying dead, and the strangers still traveling through her
+country. This made her angrier than before, and she blew her silver
+whistle twice.
+
+Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her, enough
+to darken the sky.
+
+And the Wicked Witch said to the King Crow, “Fly at once to the
+strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces.”
+
+The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her
+companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was afraid.
+
+But the Scarecrow said, “This is my battle, so lie down beside me and
+you will not be harmed.”
+
+So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up
+and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were
+frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare
+to come any nearer. But the King Crow said:
+
+“It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out.”
+
+The King Crow flew at the Scarecrow, who caught it by the head and
+twisted its neck until it died. And then another crow flew at him, and
+the Scarecrow twisted its neck also. There were forty crows, and forty
+times the Scarecrow twisted a neck, until at last all were lying dead
+beside him. Then he called to his companions to rise, and again they
+went upon their journey.
+
+When the Wicked Witch looked out again and saw all her crows lying in a
+heap, she got into a terrible rage, and blew three times upon her
+silver whistle.
+
+Forthwith there was heard a great buzzing in the air, and a swarm of
+black bees came flying toward her.
+
+“Go to the strangers and sting them to death!” commanded the Witch, and
+the bees turned and flew rapidly until they came to where Dorothy and
+her friends were walking. But the Woodman had seen them coming, and the
+Scarecrow had decided what to do.
+
+“Take out my straw and scatter it over the little girl and the dog and
+the Lion,” he said to the Woodman, “and the bees cannot sting them.”
+This the Woodman did, and as Dorothy lay close beside the Lion and held
+Toto in her arms, the straw covered them entirely.
+
+The bees came and found no one but the Woodman to sting, so they flew
+at him and broke off all their stings against the tin, without hurting
+the Woodman at all. And as bees cannot live when their stings are
+broken that was the end of the black bees, and they lay scattered thick
+about the Woodman, like little heaps of fine coal.
+
+Then Dorothy and the Lion got up, and the girl helped the Tin Woodman
+put the straw back into the Scarecrow again, until he was as good as
+ever. So they started upon their journey once more.
+
+The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her black bees in little
+heaps like fine coal that she stamped her foot and tore her hair and
+gnashed her teeth. And then she called a dozen of her slaves, who were
+the Winkies, and gave them sharp spears, telling them to go to the
+strangers and destroy them.
+
+The Winkies were not a brave people, but they had to do as they were
+told. So they marched away until they came near to Dorothy. Then the
+Lion gave a great roar and sprang towards them, and the poor Winkies
+were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they could.
+
+When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch beat them well with a
+strap, and sent them back to their work, after which she sat down to
+think what she should do next. She could not understand how all her
+plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a powerful
+Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her mind how to
+act.
+
+There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a circle of diamonds and
+rubies running round it. This Golden Cap had a charm. Whoever owned it
+could call three times upon the Winged Monkeys, who would obey any
+order they were given. But no person could command these strange
+creatures more than three times. Twice already the Wicked Witch had
+used the charm of the Cap. Once was when she had made the Winkies her
+slaves, and set herself to rule over their country. The Winged Monkeys
+had helped her do this. The second time was when she had fought against
+the Great Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West. The
+Winged Monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only once more could
+she use this Golden Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so
+until all her other powers were exhausted. But now that her fierce
+wolves and her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her
+slaves had been scared away by the Cowardly Lion, she saw there was
+only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends.
+
+So the Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard and placed it
+upon her head. Then she stood upon her left foot and said slowly:
+
+“Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!”
+
+Next she stood upon her right foot and said:
+
+“Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!”
+
+After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud voice:
+
+“Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!”
+
+Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling
+sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great
+chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show
+the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of
+immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.
+
+One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their leader. He flew
+close to the Witch and said, “You have called us for the third and last
+time. What do you command?”
+
+“Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all except
+the Lion,” said the Wicked Witch. “Bring that beast to me, for I have a
+mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work.”
+
+“Your commands shall be obeyed,” said the leader. Then, with a great
+deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away to the place
+where Dorothy and her friends were walking.
+
+Some of the Monkeys seized the Tin Woodman and carried him through the
+air until they were over a country thickly covered with sharp rocks.
+Here they dropped the poor Woodman, who fell a great distance to the
+rocks, where he lay so battered and dented that he could neither move
+nor groan.
+
+Others of the Monkeys caught the Scarecrow, and with their long fingers
+pulled all of the straw out of his clothes and head. They made his hat
+and boots and clothes into a small bundle and threw it into the top
+branches of a tall tree.
+
+The remaining Monkeys threw pieces of stout rope around the Lion and
+wound many coils about his body and head and legs, until he was unable
+to bite or scratch or struggle in any way. Then they lifted him up and
+flew away with him to the Witch’s castle, where he was placed in a
+small yard with a high iron fence around it, so that he could not
+escape.
+
+But Dorothy they did not harm at all. She stood, with Toto in her arms,
+watching the sad fate of her comrades and thinking it would soon be her
+turn. The leader of the Winged Monkeys flew up to her, his long, hairy
+arms stretched out and his ugly face grinning terribly; but he saw the
+mark of the Good Witch’s kiss upon her forehead and stopped short,
+motioning the others not to touch her.
+
+“We dare not harm this little girl,” he said to them, “for she is
+protected by the Power of Good, and that is greater than the Power of
+Evil. All we can do is to carry her to the castle of the Wicked Witch
+and leave her there.”
+
+So, carefully and gently, they lifted Dorothy in their arms and carried
+her swiftly through the air until they came to the castle, where they
+set her down upon the front doorstep. Then the leader said to the
+Witch:
+
+“We have obeyed you as far as we were able. The Tin Woodman and the
+Scarecrow are destroyed, and the Lion is tied up in your yard. The
+little girl we dare not harm, nor the dog she carries in her arms. Your
+power over our band is now ended, and you will never see us again.”
+
+Then all the Winged Monkeys, with much laughing and chattering and
+noise, flew into the air and were soon out of sight.
+
+The Wicked Witch was both surprised and worried when she saw the mark
+on Dorothy’s forehead, for she knew well that neither the Winged
+Monkeys nor she, herself, dare hurt the girl in any way. She looked
+down at Dorothy’s feet, and seeing the Silver Shoes, began to tremble
+with fear, for she knew what a powerful charm belonged to them. At
+first the Witch was tempted to run away from Dorothy; but she happened
+to look into the child’s eyes and saw how simple the soul behind them
+was, and that the little girl did not know of the wonderful power the
+Silver Shoes gave her. So the Wicked Witch laughed to herself, and
+thought, “I can still make her my slave, for she does not know how to
+use her power.” Then she said to Dorothy, harshly and severely:
+
+“Come with me; and see that you mind everything I tell you, for if you
+do not I will make an end of you, as I did of the Tin Woodman and the
+Scarecrow.”
+
+Dorothy followed her through many of the beautiful rooms in her castle
+until they came to the kitchen, where the Witch bade her clean the pots
+and kettles and sweep the floor and keep the fire fed with wood.
+
+Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as hard as
+she could; for she was glad the Wicked Witch had decided not to kill
+her.
+
+With Dorothy hard at work, the Witch thought she would go into the
+courtyard and harness the Cowardly Lion like a horse; it would amuse
+her, she was sure, to make him draw her chariot whenever she wished to
+go to drive. But as she opened the gate the Lion gave a loud roar and
+bounded at her so fiercely that the Witch was afraid, and ran out and
+shut the gate again.
+
+“If I cannot harness you,” said the Witch to the Lion, speaking through
+the bars of the gate, “I can starve you. You shall have nothing to eat
+until you do as I wish.”
+
+So after that she took no food to the imprisoned Lion; but every day
+she came to the gate at noon and asked, “Are you ready to be harnessed
+like a horse?”
+
+And the Lion would answer, “No. If you come in this yard, I will bite
+you.”
+
+The reason the Lion did not have to do as the Witch wished was that
+every night, while the woman was asleep, Dorothy carried him food from
+the cupboard. After he had eaten he would lie down on his bed of straw,
+and Dorothy would lie beside him and put her head on his soft, shaggy
+mane, while they talked of their troubles and tried to plan some way to
+escape. But they could find no way to get out of the castle, for it was
+constantly guarded by the yellow Winkies, who were the slaves of the
+Wicked Witch and too afraid of her not to do as she told them.
+
+The girl had to work hard during the day, and often the Witch
+threatened to beat her with the same old umbrella she always carried in
+her hand. But, in truth, she did not dare to strike Dorothy, because of
+the mark upon her forehead. The child did not know this, and was full
+of fear for herself and Toto. Once the Witch struck Toto a blow with
+her umbrella and the brave little dog flew at her and bit her leg in
+return. The Witch did not bleed where she was bitten, for she was so
+wicked that the blood in her had dried up many years before.
+
+Dorothy’s life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would
+be harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes
+she would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and
+looking into her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was for
+his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas
+or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the
+little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
+
+Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the Silver
+Shoes which the girl always wore. Her bees and her crows and her wolves
+were lying in heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the power of
+the Golden Cap; but if she could only get hold of the Silver Shoes,
+they would give her more power than all the other things she had lost.
+She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she ever took off her shoes,
+thinking she might steal them. But the child was so proud of her pretty
+shoes that she never took them off except at night and when she took
+her bath. The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in
+Dorothy’s room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was
+greater than her fear of the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy
+was bathing. Indeed, the old Witch never touched water, nor ever let
+water touch her in any way.
+
+But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a
+trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in
+the middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the
+iron invisible to human eyes. So that when Dorothy walked across the
+floor she stumbled over the bar, not being able to see it, and fell at
+full length. She was not much hurt, but in her fall one of the Silver
+Shoes came off; and before she could reach it, the Witch had snatched
+it away and put it on her own skinny foot.
+
+The wicked woman was greatly pleased with the success of her trick, for
+as long as she had one of the shoes she owned half the power of their
+charm, and Dorothy could not use it against her, even had she known how
+to do so.
+
+The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes, grew
+angry, and said to the Witch, “Give me back my shoe!”
+
+“I will not,” retorted the Witch, “for it is now my shoe, and not
+yours.”
+
+“You are a wicked creature!” cried Dorothy. “You have no right to take
+my shoe from me.”
+
+“I shall keep it, just the same,” said the Witch, laughing at her, “and
+someday I shall get the other one from you, too.”
+
+This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of water
+that stood near and dashed it over the Witch, wetting her from head to
+foot.
+
+Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as
+Dorothy looked at her in wonder, the Witch began to shrink and fall
+away.
+
+“See what you have done!” she screamed. “In a minute I shall melt
+away.”
+
+“I’m very sorry, indeed,” said Dorothy, who was truly frightened to see
+the Witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her very eyes.
+
+“Didn’t you know water would be the end of me?” asked the Witch, in a
+wailing, despairing voice.
+
+“Of course not,” answered Dorothy. “How should I?”
+
+“Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you will have the
+castle to yourself. I have been wicked in my day, but I never thought a
+little girl like you would ever be able to melt me and end my wicked
+deeds. Look out—here I go!”
+
+With these words the Witch fell down in a brown, melted, shapeless mass
+and began to spread over the clean boards of the kitchen floor. Seeing
+that she had really melted away to nothing, Dorothy drew another bucket
+of water and threw it over the mess. She then swept it all out the
+door. After picking out the silver shoe, which was all that was left of
+the old woman, she cleaned and dried it with a cloth, and put it on her
+foot again. Then, being at last free to do as she chose, she ran out to
+the courtyard to tell the Lion that the Wicked Witch of the West had
+come to an end, and that they were no longer prisoners in a strange
+land.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XIII
+The Rescue
+
+
+The Cowardly Lion was much pleased to hear that the Wicked Witch had
+been melted by a bucket of water, and Dorothy at once unlocked the gate
+of his prison and set him free. They went in together to the castle,
+where Dorothy’s first act was to call all the Winkies together and tell
+them that they were no longer slaves.
+
+There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkies, for they had been
+made to work hard during many years for the Wicked Witch, who had
+always treated them with great cruelty. They kept this day as a
+holiday, then and ever after, and spent the time in feasting and
+dancing.
+
+“If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only with us,”
+said the Lion, “I should be quite happy.”
+
+“Don’t you suppose we could rescue them?” asked the girl anxiously.
+
+“We can try,” answered the Lion.
+
+So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if they would help to
+rescue their friends, and the Winkies said that they would be delighted
+to do all in their power for Dorothy, who had set them free from
+bondage. So she chose a number of the Winkies who looked as if they
+knew the most, and they all started away. They traveled that day and
+part of the next until they came to the rocky plain where the Tin
+Woodman lay, all battered and bent. His axe was near him, but the blade
+was rusted and the handle broken off short.
+
+The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and carried him back to
+the Yellow Castle again, Dorothy shedding a few tears by the way at the
+sad plight of her old friend, and the Lion looking sober and sorry.
+When they reached the castle Dorothy said to the Winkies:
+
+“Are any of your people tinsmiths?”
+
+“Oh, yes. Some of us are very good tinsmiths,” they told her.
+
+“Then bring them to me,” she said. And when the tinsmiths came,
+bringing with them all their tools in baskets, she inquired, “Can you
+straighten out those dents in the Tin Woodman, and bend him back into
+shape again, and solder him together where he is broken?”
+
+The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then answered that
+they thought they could mend him so he would be as good as ever. So
+they set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and
+worked for three days and four nights, hammering and twisting and
+bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body
+and head of the Tin Woodman, until at last he was straightened out into
+his old form, and his joints worked as well as ever. To be sure, there
+were several patches on him, but the tinsmiths did a good job, and as
+the Woodman was not a vain man he did not mind the patches at all.
+
+When, at last, he walked into Dorothy’s room and thanked her for
+rescuing him, he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy, and Dorothy
+had to wipe every tear carefully from his face with her apron, so his
+joints would not be rusted. At the same time her own tears fell thick
+and fast at the joy of meeting her old friend again, and these tears
+did not need to be wiped away. As for the Lion, he wiped his eyes so
+often with the tip of his tail that it became quite wet, and he was
+obliged to go out into the courtyard and hold it in the sun till it
+dried.
+
+“If we only had the Scarecrow with us again,” said the Tin Woodman,
+when Dorothy had finished telling him everything that had happened, “I
+should be quite happy.”
+
+“We must try to find him,” said the girl.
+
+So she called the Winkies to help her, and they walked all that day and
+part of the next until they came to the tall tree in the branches of
+which the Winged Monkeys had tossed the Scarecrow’s clothes.
+
+It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no one could
+climb it; but the Woodman said at once, “I’ll chop it down, and then we
+can get the Scarecrow’s clothes.”
+
+Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending the Woodman himself,
+another of the Winkies, who was a goldsmith, had made an axe-handle of
+solid gold and fitted it to the Woodman’s axe, instead of the old
+broken handle. Others polished the blade until all the rust was removed
+and it glistened like burnished silver.
+
+As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began to chop, and in a short
+time the tree fell over with a crash, whereupon the Scarecrow’s clothes
+fell out of the branches and rolled off on the ground.
+
+Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkies carry them back to the
+castle, where they were stuffed with nice, clean straw; and behold!
+here was the Scarecrow, as good as ever, thanking them over and over
+again for saving him.
+
+Now that they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends spent a few happy
+days at the Yellow Castle, where they found everything they needed to
+make them comfortable.
+
+But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said, “We must go back to
+Oz, and claim his promise.”
+
+“Yes,” said the Woodman, “at last I shall get my heart.”
+
+“And I shall get my brains,” added the Scarecrow joyfully.
+
+“And I shall get my courage,” said the Lion thoughtfully.
+
+“And I shall get back to Kansas,” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands.
+“Oh, let us start for the Emerald City tomorrow!”
+
+This they decided to do. The next day they called the Winkies together
+and bade them good-bye. The Winkies were sorry to have them go, and
+they had grown so fond of the Tin Woodman that they begged him to stay
+and rule over them and the Yellow Land of the West. Finding they were
+determined to go, the Winkies gave Toto and the Lion each a golden
+collar; and to Dorothy they presented a beautiful bracelet studded with
+diamonds; and to the Scarecrow they gave a gold-headed walking stick,
+to keep him from stumbling; and to the Tin Woodman they offered a
+silver oil-can, inlaid with gold and set with precious jewels.
+
+Every one of the travelers made the Winkies a pretty speech in return,
+and all shook hands with them until their arms ached.
+
+Dorothy went to the Witch’s cupboard to fill her basket with food for
+the journey, and there she saw the Golden Cap. She tried it on her own
+head and found that it fitted her exactly. She did not know anything
+about the charm of the Golden Cap, but she saw that it was pretty, so
+she made up her mind to wear it and carry her sunbonnet in the basket.
+
+Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald
+City; and the Winkies gave them three cheers and many good wishes to
+carry with them.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XIV
+The Winged Monkeys
+
+
+You will remember there was no road—not even a pathway—between the
+castle of the Wicked Witch and the Emerald City. When the four
+travelers went in search of the Witch she had seen them coming, and so
+sent the Winged Monkeys to bring them to her. It was much harder to
+find their way back through the big fields of buttercups and yellow
+daisies than it was being carried. They knew, of course, they must go
+straight east, toward the rising sun; and they started off in the right
+way. But at noon, when the sun was over their heads, they did not know
+which was east and which was west, and that was the reason they were
+lost in the great fields. They kept on walking, however, and at night
+the moon came out and shone brightly. So they lay down among the sweet
+smelling yellow flowers and slept soundly until morning—all but the
+Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman.
+
+The next morning the sun was behind a cloud, but they started on, as if
+they were quite sure which way they were going.
+
+“If we walk far enough,” said Dorothy, “I am sure we shall sometime
+come to some place.”
+
+But day by day passed away, and they still saw nothing before them but
+the scarlet fields. The Scarecrow began to grumble a bit.
+
+“We have surely lost our way,” he said, “and unless we find it again in
+time to reach the Emerald City, I shall never get my brains.”
+
+“Nor I my heart,” declared the Tin Woodman. “It seems to me I can
+scarcely wait till I get to Oz, and you must admit this is a very long
+journey.”
+
+“You see,” said the Cowardly Lion, with a whimper, “I haven’t the
+courage to keep tramping forever, without getting anywhere at all.”
+
+Then Dorothy lost heart. She sat down on the grass and looked at her
+companions, and they sat down and looked at her, and Toto found that
+for the first time in his life he was too tired to chase a butterfly
+that flew past his head. So he put out his tongue and panted and looked
+at Dorothy as if to ask what they should do next.
+
+“Suppose we call the field mice,” she suggested. “They could probably
+tell us the way to the Emerald City.”
+
+“To be sure they could,” cried the Scarecrow. “Why didn’t we think of
+that before?”
+
+Dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried about her neck
+since the Queen of the Mice had given it to her. In a few minutes they
+heard the pattering of tiny feet, and many of the small gray mice came
+running up to her. Among them was the Queen herself, who asked, in her
+squeaky little voice:
+
+“What can I do for my friends?”
+
+“We have lost our way,” said Dorothy. “Can you tell us where the
+Emerald City is?”
+
+“Certainly,” answered the Queen; “but it is a great way off, for you
+have had it at your backs all this time.” Then she noticed Dorothy’s
+Golden Cap, and said, “Why don’t you use the charm of the Cap, and call
+the Winged Monkeys to you? They will carry you to the City of Oz in
+less than an hour.”
+
+“I didn’t know there was a charm,” answered Dorothy, in surprise. “What
+is it?”
+
+“It is written inside the Golden Cap,” replied the Queen of the Mice.
+“But if you are going to call the Winged Monkeys we must run away, for
+they are full of mischief and think it great fun to plague us.”
+
+“Won’t they hurt me?” asked the girl anxiously.
+
+“Oh, no. They must obey the wearer of the Cap. Good-bye!” And she
+scampered out of sight, with all the mice hurrying after her.
+
+Dorothy looked inside the Golden Cap and saw some words written upon
+the lining. These, she thought, must be the charm, so she read the
+directions carefully and put the Cap upon her head.
+
+“Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!” she said, standing on her left foot.
+
+“What did you say?” asked the Scarecrow, who did not know what she was
+doing.
+
+“Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!” Dorothy went on, standing this time on her
+right foot.
+
+“Hello!” replied the Tin Woodman calmly.
+
+“Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!” said Dorothy, who was now standing on both feet.
+This ended the saying of the charm, and they heard a great chattering
+and flapping of wings, as the band of Winged Monkeys flew up to them.
+
+The King bowed low before Dorothy, and asked, “What is your command?”
+
+“We wish to go to the Emerald City,” said the child, “and we have lost
+our way.”
+
+“We will carry you,” replied the King, and no sooner had he spoken than
+two of the Monkeys caught Dorothy in their arms and flew away with her.
+Others took the Scarecrow and the Woodman and the Lion, and one little
+Monkey seized Toto and flew after them, although the dog tried hard to
+bite him.
+
+The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were rather frightened at first, for
+they remembered how badly the Winged Monkeys had treated them before;
+but they saw that no harm was intended, so they rode through the air
+quite cheerfully, and had a fine time looking at the pretty gardens and
+woods far below them.
+
+Dorothy found herself riding easily between two of the biggest Monkeys,
+one of them the King himself. They had made a chair of their hands and
+were careful not to hurt her.
+
+“Why do you have to obey the charm of the Golden Cap?” she asked.
+
+“That is a long story,” answered the King, with a winged laugh; “but as
+we have a long journey before us, I will pass the time by telling you
+about it, if you wish.”
+
+“I shall be glad to hear it,” she replied.
+
+“Once,” began the leader, “we were a free people, living happily in the
+great forest, flying from tree to tree, eating nuts and fruit, and
+doing just as we pleased without calling anybody master. Perhaps some
+of us were rather too full of mischief at times, flying down to pull
+the tails of the animals that had no wings, chasing birds, and throwing
+nuts at the people who walked in the forest. But we were careless and
+happy and full of fun, and enjoyed every minute of the day. This was
+many years ago, long before Oz came out of the clouds to rule over this
+land.
+
+“There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess, who
+was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help the
+people, and she was never known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name
+was Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from great
+blocks of ruby. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that
+she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much
+too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise. At last,
+however, she found a boy who was handsome and manly and wise beyond his
+years. Gayelette made up her mind that when he grew to be a man she
+would make him her husband, so she took him to her ruby palace and used
+all her magic powers to make him as strong and good and lovely as any
+woman could wish. When he grew to manhood, Quelala, as he was called,
+was said to be the best and wisest man in all the land, while his manly
+beauty was so great that Gayelette loved him dearly, and hastened to
+make everything ready for the wedding.
+
+“My grandfather was at that time the King of the Winged Monkeys which
+lived in the forest near Gayelette’s palace, and the old fellow loved a
+joke better than a good dinner. One day, just before the wedding, my
+grandfather was flying out with his band when he saw Quelala walking
+beside the river. He was dressed in a rich costume of pink silk and
+purple velvet, and my grandfather thought he would see what he could
+do. At his word the band flew down and seized Quelala, carried him in
+their arms until they were over the middle of the river, and then
+dropped him into the water.
+
+“‘Swim out, my fine fellow,’ cried my grandfather, ‘and see if the
+water has spotted your clothes.’ Quelala was much too wise not to swim,
+and he was not in the least spoiled by all his good fortune. He
+laughed, when he came to the top of the water, and swam in to shore.
+But when Gayelette came running out to him she found his silks and
+velvet all ruined by the river.
+
+“The princess was angry, and she knew, of course, who did it. She had
+all the Winged Monkeys brought before her, and she said at first that
+their wings should be tied and they should be treated as they had
+treated Quelala, and dropped in the river. But my grandfather pleaded
+hard, for he knew the Monkeys would drown in the river with their wings
+tied, and Quelala said a kind word for them also; so that Gayelette
+finally spared them, on condition that the Winged Monkeys should ever
+after do three times the bidding of the owner of the Golden Cap. This
+Cap had been made for a wedding present to Quelala, and it is said to
+have cost the princess half her kingdom. Of course my grandfather and
+all the other Monkeys at once agreed to the condition, and that is how
+it happens that we are three times the slaves of the owner of the
+Golden Cap, whosoever he may be.”
+
+“And what became of them?” asked Dorothy, who had been greatly
+interested in the story.
+
+“Quelala being the first owner of the Golden Cap,” replied the Monkey,
+“he was the first to lay his wishes upon us. As his bride could not
+bear the sight of us, he called us all to him in the forest after he
+had married her and ordered us always to keep where she could never
+again set eyes on a Winged Monkey, which we were glad to do, for we
+were all afraid of her.
+
+“This was all we ever had to do until the Golden Cap fell into the
+hands of the Wicked Witch of the West, who made us enslave the Winkies,
+and afterward drive Oz himself out of the Land of the West. Now the
+Golden Cap is yours, and three times you have the right to lay your
+wishes upon us.”
+
+As the Monkey King finished his story Dorothy looked down and saw the
+green, shining walls of the Emerald City before them. She wondered at
+the rapid flight of the Monkeys, but was glad the journey was over. The
+strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of
+the City, the King bowed low to Dorothy, and then flew swiftly away,
+followed by all his band.
+
+“That was a good ride,” said the little girl.
+
+“Yes, and a quick way out of our troubles,” replied the Lion. “How
+lucky it was you brought away that wonderful Cap!”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XV
+The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible
+
+
+The four travelers walked up to the great gate of Emerald City and rang
+the bell. After ringing several times, it was opened by the same
+Guardian of the Gates they had met before.
+
+“What! are you back again?” he asked, in surprise.
+
+“Do you not see us?” answered the Scarecrow.
+
+“But I thought you had gone to visit the Wicked Witch of the West.”
+
+“We did visit her,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“And she let you go again?” asked the man, in wonder.
+
+“She could not help it, for she is melted,” explained the Scarecrow.
+
+“Melted! Well, that is good news, indeed,” said the man. “Who melted
+her?”
+
+“It was Dorothy,” said the Lion gravely.
+
+“Good gracious!” exclaimed the man, and he bowed very low indeed before
+her.
+
+Then he led them into his little room and locked the spectacles from
+the great box on all their eyes, just as he had done before. Afterward
+they passed on through the gate into the Emerald City. When the people
+heard from the Guardian of the Gates that Dorothy had melted the Wicked
+Witch of the West, they all gathered around the travelers and followed
+them in a great crowd to the Palace of Oz.
+
+The soldier with the green whiskers was still on guard before the door,
+but he let them in at once, and they were again met by the beautiful
+green girl, who showed each of them to their old rooms at once, so they
+might rest until the Great Oz was ready to receive them.
+
+The soldier had the news carried straight to Oz that Dorothy and the
+other travelers had come back again, after destroying the Wicked Witch;
+but Oz made no reply. They thought the Great Wizard would send for them
+at once, but he did not. They had no word from him the next day, nor
+the next, nor the next. The waiting was tiresome and wearing, and at
+last they grew vexed that Oz should treat them in so poor a fashion,
+after sending them to undergo hardships and slavery. So the Scarecrow
+at last asked the green girl to take another message to Oz, saying if
+he did not let them in to see him at once they would call the Winged
+Monkeys to help them, and find out whether he kept his promises or not.
+When the Wizard was given this message he was so frightened that he
+sent word for them to come to the Throne Room at four minutes after
+nine o’clock the next morning. He had once met the Winged Monkeys in
+the Land of the West, and he did not wish to meet them again.
+
+The four travelers passed a sleepless night, each thinking of the gift
+Oz had promised to bestow on him. Dorothy fell asleep only once, and
+then she dreamed she was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was telling her how
+glad she was to have her little girl at home again.
+
+Promptly at nine o’clock the next morning the green-whiskered soldier
+came to them, and four minutes later they all went into the Throne Room
+of the Great Oz.
+
+Of course each one of them expected to see the Wizard in the shape he
+had taken before, and all were greatly surprised when they looked about
+and saw no one at all in the room. They kept close to the door and
+closer to one another, for the stillness of the empty room was more
+dreadful than any of the forms they had seen Oz take.
+
+Presently they heard a solemn Voice, that seemed to come from somewhere
+near the top of the great dome, and it said:
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Why do you seek me?”
+
+They looked again in every part of the room, and then, seeing no one,
+Dorothy asked, “Where are you?”
+
+“I am everywhere,” answered the Voice, “but to the eyes of common
+mortals I am invisible. I will now seat myself upon my throne, that you
+may converse with me.” Indeed, the Voice seemed just then to come
+straight from the throne itself; so they walked toward it and stood in
+a row while Dorothy said:
+
+“We have come to claim our promise, O Oz.”
+
+“What promise?” asked Oz.
+
+“You promised to send me back to Kansas when the Wicked Witch was
+destroyed,” said the girl.
+
+“And you promised to give me brains,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“And you promised to give me a heart,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“And you promised to give me courage,” said the Cowardly Lion.
+
+“Is the Wicked Witch really destroyed?” asked the Voice, and Dorothy
+thought it trembled a little.
+
+“Yes,” she answered, “I melted her with a bucket of water.”
+
+“Dear me,” said the Voice, “how sudden! Well, come to me tomorrow, for
+I must have time to think it over.”
+
+“You’ve had plenty of time already,” said the Tin Woodman angrily.
+
+“We shan’t wait a day longer,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“You must keep your promises to us!” exclaimed Dorothy.
+
+The Lion thought it might be as well to frighten the Wizard, so he gave
+a large, loud roar, which was so fierce and dreadful that Toto jumped
+away from him in alarm and tipped over the screen that stood in a
+corner. As it fell with a crash they looked that way, and the next
+moment all of them were filled with wonder. For they saw, standing in
+just the spot the screen had hidden, a little old man, with a bald head
+and a wrinkled face, who seemed to be as much surprised as they were.
+The Tin Woodman, raising his axe, rushed toward the little man and
+cried out, “Who are you?”
+
+“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible,” said the little man, in a trembling
+voice. “But don’t strike me—please don’t—and I’ll do anything you want
+me to.”
+
+Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay.
+
+“I thought Oz was a great Head,” said Dorothy.
+
+“And I thought Oz was a lovely Lady,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“And I thought Oz was a terrible Beast,” said the Tin Woodman.
+
+“And I thought Oz was a Ball of Fire,” exclaimed the Lion.
+
+“No, you are all wrong,” said the little man meekly. “I have been
+making believe.”
+
+“Making believe!” cried Dorothy. “Are you not a Great Wizard?”
+
+“Hush, my dear,” he said. “Don’t speak so loud, or you will be
+overheard—and I should be ruined. I’m supposed to be a Great Wizard.”
+
+“And aren’t you?” she asked.
+
+“Not a bit of it, my dear; I’m just a common man.”
+
+“You’re more than that,” said the Scarecrow, in a grieved tone; “you’re
+a humbug.”
+
+“Exactly so!” declared the little man, rubbing his hands together as if
+it pleased him. “I am a humbug.”
+
+“But this is terrible,” said the Tin Woodman. “How shall I ever get my
+heart?”
+
+“Or I my courage?” asked the Lion.
+
+“Or I my brains?” wailed the Scarecrow, wiping the tears from his eyes
+with his coat sleeve.
+
+“My dear friends,” said Oz, “I pray you not to speak of these little
+things. Think of me, and the terrible trouble I’m in at being found
+out.”
+
+“Doesn’t anyone else know you’re a humbug?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“No one knows it but you four—and myself,” replied Oz. “I have fooled
+everyone so long that I thought I should never be found out. It was a
+great mistake my ever letting you into the Throne Room. Usually I will
+not see even my subjects, and so they believe I am something terrible.”
+
+“But, I don’t understand,” said Dorothy, in bewilderment. “How was it
+that you appeared to me as a great Head?”
+
+“That was one of my tricks,” answered Oz. “Step this way, please, and I
+will tell you all about it.”
+
+He led the way to a small chamber in the rear of the Throne Room, and
+they all followed him. He pointed to one corner, in which lay the great
+Head, made out of many thicknesses of paper, and with a carefully
+painted face.
+
+“This I hung from the ceiling by a wire,” said Oz. “I stood behind the
+screen and pulled a thread, to make the eyes move and the mouth open.”
+
+“But how about the voice?” she inquired.
+
+“Oh, I am a ventriloquist,” said the little man. “I can throw the sound
+of my voice wherever I wish, so that you thought it was coming out of
+the Head. Here are the other things I used to deceive you.” He showed
+the Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn when he seemed to be
+the lovely Lady. And the Tin Woodman saw that his terrible Beast was
+nothing but a lot of skins, sewn together, with slats to keep their
+sides out. As for the Ball of Fire, the false Wizard had hung that also
+from the ceiling. It was really a ball of cotton, but when oil was
+poured upon it the ball burned fiercely.
+
+“Really,” said the Scarecrow, “you ought to be ashamed of yourself for
+being such a humbug.”
+
+“I am—I certainly am,” answered the little man sorrowfully; “but it was
+the only thing I could do. Sit down, please, there are plenty of
+chairs; and I will tell you my story.”
+
+So they sat down and listened while he told the following tale.
+
+“I was born in Omaha—”
+
+“Why, that isn’t very far from Kansas!” cried Dorothy.
+
+“No, but it’s farther from here,” he said, shaking his head at her
+sadly. “When I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that I was very
+well trained by a great master. I can imitate any kind of a bird or
+beast.” Here he mewed so like a kitten that Toto pricked up his ears
+and looked everywhere to see where she was. “After a time,” continued
+Oz, “I tired of that, and became a balloonist.”
+
+“What is that?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“A man who goes up in a balloon on circus day, so as to draw a crowd of
+people together and get them to pay to see the circus,” he explained.
+
+“Oh,” she said, “I know.”
+
+“Well, one day I went up in a balloon and the ropes got twisted, so
+that I couldn’t come down again. It went way up above the clouds, so
+far that a current of air struck it and carried it many, many miles
+away. For a day and a night I traveled through the air, and on the
+morning of the second day I awoke and found the balloon floating over a
+strange and beautiful country.
+
+“It came down gradually, and I was not hurt a bit. But I found myself
+in the midst of a strange people, who, seeing me come from the clouds,
+thought I was a great Wizard. Of course I let them think so, because
+they were afraid of me, and promised to do anything I wished them to.
+
+“Just to amuse myself, and keep the good people busy, I ordered them to
+build this City, and my Palace; and they did it all willingly and well.
+Then I thought, as the country was so green and beautiful, I would call
+it the Emerald City; and to make the name fit better I put green
+spectacles on all the people, so that everything they saw was green.”
+
+“But isn’t everything here green?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“No more than in any other city,” replied Oz; “but when you wear green
+spectacles, why of course everything you see looks green to you. The
+Emerald City was built a great many years ago, for I was a young man
+when the balloon brought me here, and I am a very old man now. But my
+people have worn green glasses on their eyes so long that most of them
+think it really is an Emerald City, and it certainly is a beautiful
+place, abounding in jewels and precious metals, and every good thing
+that is needed to make one happy. I have been good to the people, and
+they like me; but ever since this Palace was built, I have shut myself
+up and would not see any of them.
+
+“One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while I had no magical
+powers at all I soon found out that the Witches were really able to do
+wonderful things. There were four of them in this country, and they
+ruled the people who live in the North and South and East and West.
+Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South were good, and I knew
+they would do me no harm; but the Witches of the East and West were
+terribly wicked, and had they not thought I was more powerful than they
+themselves, they would surely have destroyed me. As it was, I lived in
+deadly fear of them for many years; so you can imagine how pleased I
+was when I heard your house had fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East.
+When you came to me, I was willing to promise anything if you would
+only do away with the other Witch; but, now that you have melted her, I
+am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my promises.”
+
+“I think you are a very bad man,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Oh, no, my dear; I’m really a very good man, but I’m a very bad
+Wizard, I must admit.”
+
+“Can’t you give me brains?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“You don’t need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has
+brains, but it doesn’t know much. Experience is the only thing that
+brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience
+you are sure to get.”
+
+“That may all be true,” said the Scarecrow, “but I shall be very
+unhappy unless you give me brains.”
+
+The false Wizard looked at him carefully.
+
+“Well,” he said with a sigh, “I’m not much of a magician, as I said;
+but if you will come to me tomorrow morning, I will stuff your head
+with brains. I cannot tell you how to use them, however; you must find
+that out for yourself.”
+
+“Oh, thank you—thank you!” cried the Scarecrow. “I’ll find a way to use
+them, never fear!”
+
+“But how about my courage?” asked the Lion anxiously.
+
+“You have plenty of courage, I am sure,” answered Oz. “All you need is
+confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid
+when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing danger when you are
+afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.”
+
+“Perhaps I have, but I’m scared just the same,” said the Lion. “I shall
+really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that
+makes one forget he is afraid.”
+
+“Very well, I will give you that sort of courage tomorrow,” replied Oz.
+
+“How about my heart?” asked the Tin Woodman.
+
+“Why, as for that,” answered Oz, “I think you are wrong to want a
+heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in
+luck not to have a heart.”
+
+“That must be a matter of opinion,” said the Tin Woodman. “For my part,
+I will bear all the unhappiness without a murmur, if you will give me
+the heart.”
+
+“Very well,” answered Oz meekly. “Come to me tomorrow and you shall
+have a heart. I have played Wizard for so many years that I may as well
+continue the part a little longer.”
+
+“And now,” said Dorothy, “how am I to get back to Kansas?”
+
+“We shall have to think about that,” replied the little man. “Give me
+two or three days to consider the matter and I’ll try to find a way to
+carry you over the desert. In the meantime you shall all be treated as
+my guests, and while you live in the Palace my people will wait upon
+you and obey your slightest wish. There is only one thing I ask in
+return for my help—such as it is. You must keep my secret and tell no
+one I am a humbug.”
+
+They agreed to say nothing of what they had learned, and went back to
+their rooms in high spirits. Even Dorothy had hope that “The Great and
+Terrible Humbug,” as she called him, would find a way to send her back
+to Kansas, and if he did she was willing to forgive him everything.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVI
+The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
+
+
+Next morning the Scarecrow said to his friends:
+
+“Congratulate me. I am going to Oz to get my brains at last. When I
+return I shall be as other men are.”
+
+“I have always liked you as you were,” said Dorothy simply.
+
+“It is kind of you to like a Scarecrow,” he replied. “But surely you
+will think more of me when you hear the splendid thoughts my new brain
+is going to turn out.” Then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful
+voice and went to the Throne Room, where he rapped upon the door.
+
+“Come in,” said Oz.
+
+The Scarecrow went in and found the little man sitting down by the
+window, engaged in deep thought.
+
+“I have come for my brains,” remarked the Scarecrow, a little uneasily.
+
+“Oh, yes; sit down in that chair, please,” replied Oz. “You must excuse
+me for taking your head off, but I shall have to do it in order to put
+your brains in their proper place.”
+
+“That’s all right,” said the Scarecrow. “You are quite welcome to take
+my head off, as long as it will be a better one when you put it on
+again.”
+
+So the Wizard unfastened his head and emptied out the straw. Then he
+entered the back room and took up a measure of bran, which he mixed
+with a great many pins and needles. Having shaken them together
+thoroughly, he filled the top of the Scarecrow’s head with the mixture
+and stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in place.
+
+When he had fastened the Scarecrow’s head on his body again he said to
+him, “Hereafter you will be a great man, for I have given you a lot of
+bran-new brains.”
+
+The Scarecrow was both pleased and proud at the fulfillment of his
+greatest wish, and having thanked Oz warmly he went back to his
+friends.
+
+Dorothy looked at him curiously. His head was quite bulged out at the
+top with brains.
+
+“How do you feel?” she asked.
+
+“I feel wise indeed,” he answered earnestly. “When I get used to my
+brains I shall know everything.”
+
+“Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?” asked the
+Tin Woodman.
+
+“That is proof that he is sharp,” remarked the Lion.
+
+“Well, I must go to Oz and get my heart,” said the Woodman. So he
+walked to the Throne Room and knocked at the door.
+
+“Come in,” called Oz, and the Woodman entered and said, “I have come
+for my heart.”
+
+“Very well,” answered the little man. “But I shall have to cut a hole
+in your breast, so I can put your heart in the right place. I hope it
+won’t hurt you.”
+
+“Oh, no,” answered the Woodman. “I shall not feel it at all.”
+
+So Oz brought a pair of tinsmith’s shears and cut a small, square hole
+in the left side of the Tin Woodman’s breast. Then, going to a chest of
+drawers, he took out a pretty heart, made entirely of silk and stuffed
+with sawdust.
+
+“Isn’t it a beauty?” he asked.
+
+“It is, indeed!” replied the Woodman, who was greatly pleased. “But is
+it a kind heart?”
+
+“Oh, very!” answered Oz. He put the heart in the Woodman’s breast and
+then replaced the square of tin, soldering it neatly together where it
+had been cut.
+
+“There,” said he; “now you have a heart that any man might be proud of.
+I’m sorry I had to put a patch on your breast, but it really couldn’t
+be helped.”
+
+“Never mind the patch,” exclaimed the happy Woodman. “I am very
+grateful to you, and shall never forget your kindness.”
+
+“Don’t speak of it,” replied Oz.
+
+Then the Tin Woodman went back to his friends, who wished him every joy
+on account of his good fortune.
+
+The Lion now walked to the Throne Room and knocked at the door.
+
+“Come in,” said Oz.
+
+“I have come for my courage,” announced the Lion, entering the room.
+
+“Very well,” answered the little man; “I will get it for you.”
+
+He went to a cupboard and reaching up to a high shelf took down a
+square green bottle, the contents of which he poured into a green-gold
+dish, beautifully carved. Placing this before the Cowardly Lion, who
+sniffed at it as if he did not like it, the Wizard said:
+
+“Drink.”
+
+“What is it?” asked the Lion.
+
+“Well,” answered Oz, “if it were inside of you, it would be courage.
+You know, of course, that courage is always inside one; so that this
+really cannot be called courage until you have swallowed it. Therefore
+I advise you to drink it as soon as possible.”
+
+The Lion hesitated no longer, but drank till the dish was empty.
+
+“How do you feel now?” asked Oz.
+
+“Full of courage,” replied the Lion, who went joyfully back to his
+friends to tell them of his good fortune.
+
+Oz, left to himself, smiled to think of his success in giving the
+Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion exactly what they thought
+they wanted. “How can I help being a humbug,” he said, “when all these
+people make me do things that everybody knows can’t be done? It was
+easy to make the Scarecrow and the Lion and the Woodman happy, because
+they imagined I could do anything. But it will take more than
+imagination to carry Dorothy back to Kansas, and I’m sure I don’t know
+how it can be done.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVII
+How the Balloon Was Launched
+
+
+For three days Dorothy heard nothing from Oz. These were sad days for
+the little girl, although her friends were all quite happy and
+contented. The Scarecrow told them there were wonderful thoughts in his
+head; but he would not say what they were because he knew no one could
+understand them but himself. When the Tin Woodman walked about he felt
+his heart rattling around in his breast; and he told Dorothy he had
+discovered it to be a kinder and more tender heart than the one he had
+owned when he was made of flesh. The Lion declared he was afraid of
+nothing on earth, and would gladly face an army or a dozen of the
+fierce Kalidahs.
+
+Thus each of the little party was satisfied except Dorothy, who longed
+more than ever to get back to Kansas.
+
+On the fourth day, to her great joy, Oz sent for her, and when she
+entered the Throne Room he greeted her pleasantly:
+
+“Sit down, my dear; I think I have found the way to get you out of this
+country.”
+
+“And back to Kansas?” she asked eagerly.
+
+“Well, I’m not sure about Kansas,” said Oz, “for I haven’t the faintest
+notion which way it lies. But the first thing to do is to cross the
+desert, and then it should be easy to find your way home.”
+
+“How can I cross the desert?” she inquired.
+
+“Well, I’ll tell you what I think,” said the little man. “You see, when
+I came to this country it was in a balloon. You also came through the
+air, being carried by a cyclone. So I believe the best way to get
+across the desert will be through the air. Now, it is quite beyond my
+powers to make a cyclone; but I’ve been thinking the matter over, and I
+believe I can make a balloon.”
+
+“How?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“A balloon,” said Oz, “is made of silk, which is coated with glue to
+keep the gas in it. I have plenty of silk in the Palace, so it will be
+no trouble to make the balloon. But in all this country there is no gas
+to fill the balloon with, to make it float.”
+
+“If it won’t float,” remarked Dorothy, “it will be of no use to us.”
+
+“True,” answered Oz. “But there is another way to make it float, which
+is to fill it with hot air. Hot air isn’t as good as gas, for if the
+air should get cold the balloon would come down in the desert, and we
+should be lost.”
+
+“We!” exclaimed the girl. “Are you going with me?”
+
+“Yes, of course,” replied Oz. “I am tired of being such a humbug. If I
+should go out of this Palace my people would soon discover I am not a
+Wizard, and then they would be vexed with me for having deceived them.
+So I have to stay shut up in these rooms all day, and it gets tiresome.
+I’d much rather go back to Kansas with you and be in a circus again.”
+
+“I shall be glad to have your company,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Thank you,” he answered. “Now, if you will help me sew the silk
+together, we will begin to work on our balloon.”
+
+So Dorothy took a needle and thread, and as fast as Oz cut the strips
+of silk into proper shape the girl sewed them neatly together. First
+there was a strip of light green silk, then a strip of dark green and
+then a strip of emerald green; for Oz had a fancy to make the balloon
+in different shades of the color about them. It took three days to sew
+all the strips together, but when it was finished they had a big bag of
+green silk more than twenty feet long.
+
+Then Oz painted it on the inside with a coat of thin glue, to make it
+airtight, after which he announced that the balloon was ready.
+
+“But we must have a basket to ride in,” he said. So he sent the soldier
+with the green whiskers for a big clothes basket, which he fastened
+with many ropes to the bottom of the balloon.
+
+When it was all ready, Oz sent word to his people that he was going to
+make a visit to a great brother Wizard who lived in the clouds. The
+news spread rapidly throughout the city and everyone came to see the
+wonderful sight.
+
+Oz ordered the balloon carried out in front of the Palace, and the
+people gazed upon it with much curiosity. The Tin Woodman had chopped a
+big pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it, and Oz held the bottom
+of the balloon over the fire so that the hot air that arose from it
+would be caught in the silken bag. Gradually the balloon swelled out
+and rose into the air, until finally the basket just touched the
+ground.
+
+Then Oz got into the basket and said to all the people in a loud voice:
+
+“I am now going away to make a visit. While I am gone the Scarecrow
+will rule over you. I command you to obey him as you would me.”
+
+The balloon was by this time tugging hard at the rope that held it to
+the ground, for the air within it was hot, and this made it so much
+lighter in weight than the air without that it pulled hard to rise into
+the sky.
+
+“Come, Dorothy!” cried the Wizard. “Hurry up, or the balloon will fly
+away.”
+
+“I can’t find Toto anywhere,” replied Dorothy, who did not wish to
+leave her little dog behind. Toto had run into the crowd to bark at a
+kitten, and Dorothy at last found him. She picked him up and ran
+towards the balloon.
+
+She was within a few steps of it, and Oz was holding out his hands to
+help her into the basket, when, crack! went the ropes, and the balloon
+rose into the air without her.
+
+“Come back!” she screamed. “I want to go, too!”
+
+“I can’t come back, my dear,” called Oz from the basket. “Good-bye!”
+
+“Good-bye!” shouted everyone, and all eyes were turned upward to where
+the Wizard was riding in the basket, rising every moment farther and
+farther into the sky.
+
+And that was the last any of them ever saw of Oz, the Wonderful Wizard,
+though he may have reached Omaha safely, and be there now, for all we
+know. But the people remembered him lovingly, and said to one another:
+
+“Oz was always our friend. When he was here he built for us this
+beautiful Emerald City, and now he is gone he has left the Wise
+Scarecrow to rule over us.”
+
+Still, for many days they grieved over the loss of the Wonderful
+Wizard, and would not be comforted.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVIII
+Away to the South
+
+
+Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her hope to get home to Kansas
+again; but when she thought it all over she was glad she had not gone
+up in a balloon. And she also felt sorry at losing Oz, and so did her
+companions.
+
+The Tin Woodman came to her and said:
+
+“Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man who gave
+me my lovely heart. I should like to cry a little because Oz is gone,
+if you will kindly wipe away my tears, so that I shall not rust.”
+
+“With pleasure,” she answered, and brought a towel at once. Then the
+Tin Woodman wept for several minutes, and she watched the tears
+carefully and wiped them away with the towel. When he had finished, he
+thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jeweled
+oil-can, to guard against mishap.
+
+The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and although he
+was not a Wizard the people were proud of him. “For,” they said, “there
+is not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man.”
+And, so far as they knew, they were quite right.
+
+The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz, the four travelers
+met in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The Scarecrow sat in
+the big throne and the others stood respectfully before him.
+
+“We are not so unlucky,” said the new ruler, “for this Palace and the
+Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please. When I
+remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer’s
+cornfield, and that now I am the ruler of this beautiful City, I am
+quite satisfied with my lot.”
+
+“I also,” said the Tin Woodman, “am well-pleased with my new heart;
+and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world.”
+
+“For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that
+ever lived, if not braver,” said the Lion modestly.
+
+“If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City,”
+continued the Scarecrow, “we might all be happy together.”
+
+“But I don’t want to live here,” cried Dorothy. “I want to go to
+Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.”
+
+“Well, then, what can be done?” inquired the Woodman.
+
+The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the pins
+and needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he said:
+
+“Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and ask them to carry you over the
+desert?”
+
+“I never thought of that!” said Dorothy joyfully. “It’s just the thing.
+I’ll go at once for the Golden Cap.”
+
+When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic words, and
+soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through the open window and
+stood beside her.
+
+“This is the second time you have called us,” said the Monkey King,
+bowing before the little girl. “What do you wish?”
+
+“I want you to fly with me to Kansas,” said Dorothy.
+
+But the Monkey King shook his head.
+
+“That cannot be done,” he said. “We belong to this country alone, and
+cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas yet,
+and I suppose there never will be, for they don’t belong there. We
+shall be glad to serve you in any way in our power, but we cannot cross
+the desert. Good-bye.”
+
+And with another bow, the Monkey King spread his wings and flew away
+through the window, followed by all his band.
+
+Dorothy was ready to cry with disappointment. “I have wasted the charm
+of the Golden Cap to no purpose,” she said, “for the Winged Monkeys
+cannot help me.”
+
+“It is certainly too bad!” said the tender-hearted Woodman.
+
+The Scarecrow was thinking again, and his head bulged out so horribly
+that Dorothy feared it would burst.
+
+“Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers,” he said, “and ask
+his advice.”
+
+So the soldier was summoned and entered the Throne Room timidly, for
+while Oz was alive he never was allowed to come farther than the door.
+
+“This little girl,” said the Scarecrow to the soldier, “wishes to cross
+the desert. How can she do so?”
+
+“I cannot tell,” answered the soldier, “for nobody has ever crossed the
+desert, unless it is Oz himself.”
+
+“Is there no one who can help me?” asked Dorothy earnestly.
+
+“Glinda might,” he suggested.
+
+“Who is Glinda?” inquired the Scarecrow.
+
+“The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the Witches,
+and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands on the edge of
+the desert, so she may know a way to cross it.”
+
+“Glinda is a Good Witch, isn’t she?” asked the child.
+
+“The Quadlings think she is good,” said the soldier, “and she is kind
+to everyone. I have heard that Glinda is a beautiful woman, who knows
+how to keep young in spite of the many years she has lived.”
+
+“How can I get to her castle?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“The road is straight to the South,” he answered, “but it is said to be
+full of dangers to travelers. There are wild beasts in the woods, and a
+race of queer men who do not like strangers to cross their country. For
+this reason none of the Quadlings ever come to the Emerald City.”
+
+The soldier then left them and the Scarecrow said:
+
+“It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing Dorothy can do is
+to travel to the Land of the South and ask Glinda to help her. For, of
+course, if Dorothy stays here she will never get back to Kansas.”
+
+“You must have been thinking again,” remarked the Tin Woodman.
+
+“I have,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“I shall go with Dorothy,” declared the Lion, “for I am tired of your
+city and long for the woods and the country again. I am really a wild
+beast, you know. Besides, Dorothy will need someone to protect her.”
+
+“That is true,” agreed the Woodman. “My axe may be of service to her;
+so I also will go with her to the Land of the South.”
+
+“When shall we start?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“Are you going?” they asked, in surprise.
+
+“Certainly. If it wasn’t for Dorothy I should never have had brains.
+She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the
+Emerald City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall never
+leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and all.”
+
+“Thank you,” said Dorothy gratefully. “You are all very kind to me. But
+I should like to start as soon as possible.”
+
+“We shall go tomorrow morning,” returned the Scarecrow. “So now let us
+all get ready, for it will be a long journey.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XIX
+Attacked by the Fighting Trees
+
+
+The next morning Dorothy kissed the pretty green girl good-bye, and
+they all shook hands with the soldier with the green whiskers, who had
+walked with them as far as the gate. When the Guardian of the Gate saw
+them again he wondered greatly that they could leave the beautiful City
+to get into new trouble. But he at once unlocked their spectacles,
+which he put back into the green box, and gave them many good wishes to
+carry with them.
+
+“You are now our ruler,” he said to the Scarecrow; “so you must come
+back to us as soon as possible.”
+
+“I certainly shall if I am able,” the Scarecrow replied; “but I must
+help Dorothy to get home, first.”
+
+As Dorothy bade the good-natured Guardian a last farewell she said:
+
+“I have been very kindly treated in your lovely City, and everyone has
+been good to me. I cannot tell you how grateful I am.”
+
+“Don’t try, my dear,” he answered. “We should like to keep you with us,
+but if it is your wish to return to Kansas, I hope you will find a
+way.” He then opened the gate of the outer wall, and they walked forth
+and started upon their journey.
+
+The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their faces toward the
+Land of the South. They were all in the best of spirits, and laughed
+and chatted together. Dorothy was once more filled with the hope of
+getting home, and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were glad to be of
+use to her. As for the Lion, he sniffed the fresh air with delight and
+whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy at being in the country
+again, while Toto ran around them and chased the moths and butterflies,
+barking merrily all the time.
+
+“City life does not agree with me at all,” remarked the Lion, as they
+walked along at a brisk pace. “I have lost much flesh since I lived
+there, and now I am anxious for a chance to show the other beasts how
+courageous I have grown.”
+
+They now turned and took a last look at the Emerald City. All they
+could see was a mass of towers and steeples behind the green walls, and
+high up above everything the spires and dome of the Palace of Oz.
+
+“Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all,” said the Tin Woodman, as he
+felt his heart rattling around in his breast.
+
+“He knew how to give me brains, and very good brains, too,” said the
+Scarecrow.
+
+“If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave me,” added the
+Lion, “he would have been a brave man.”
+
+Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he
+had done his best, so she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man,
+even if he was a bad Wizard.
+
+The first day’s journey was through the green fields and bright flowers
+that stretched about the Emerald City on every side. They slept that
+night on the grass, with nothing but the stars over them; and they
+rested very well indeed.
+
+In the morning they traveled on until they came to a thick wood. There
+was no way of going around it, for it seemed to extend to the right and
+left as far as they could see; and, besides, they did not dare change
+the direction of their journey for fear of getting lost. So they looked
+for the place where it would be easiest to get into the forest.
+
+The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discovered a big tree with
+such wide-spreading branches that there was room for the party to pass
+underneath. So he walked forward to the tree, but just as he came under
+the first branches they bent down and twined around him, and the next
+minute he was raised from the ground and flung headlong among his
+fellow travelers.
+
+This did not hurt the Scarecrow, but it surprised him, and he looked
+rather dizzy when Dorothy picked him up.
+
+“Here is another space between the trees,” called the Lion.
+
+“Let me try it first,” said the Scarecrow, “for it doesn’t hurt me to
+get thrown about.” He walked up to another tree, as he spoke, but its
+branches immediately seized him and tossed him back again.
+
+“This is strange,” exclaimed Dorothy. “What shall we do?”
+
+“The trees seem to have made up their minds to fight us, and stop our
+journey,” remarked the Lion.
+
+“I believe I will try it myself,” said the Woodman, and shouldering his
+axe, he marched up to the first tree that had handled the Scarecrow so
+roughly. When a big branch bent down to seize him the Woodman chopped
+at it so fiercely that he cut it in two. At once the tree began shaking
+all its branches as if in pain, and the Tin Woodman passed safely under
+it.
+
+“Come on!” he shouted to the others. “Be quick!” They all ran forward
+and passed under the tree without injury, except Toto, who was caught
+by a small branch and shaken until he howled. But the Woodman promptly
+chopped off the branch and set the little dog free.
+
+The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep them back, so they
+made up their minds that only the first row of trees could bend down
+their branches, and that probably these were the policemen of the
+forest, and given this wonderful power in order to keep strangers out
+of it.
+
+The four travelers walked with ease through the trees until they came
+to the farther edge of the wood. Then, to their surprise, they found
+before them a high wall which seemed to be made of white china. It was
+smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than their heads.
+
+“What shall we do now?” asked Dorothy.
+
+“I will make a ladder,” said the Tin Woodman, “for we certainly must
+climb over the wall.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XX
+The Dainty China Country
+
+
+While the Woodman was making a ladder from wood which he found in the
+forest Dorothy lay down and slept, for she was tired by the long walk.
+The Lion also curled himself up to sleep and Toto lay beside him.
+
+The Scarecrow watched the Woodman while he worked, and said to him:
+
+“I cannot think why this wall is here, nor what it is made of.”
+
+“Rest your brains and do not worry about the wall,” replied the
+Woodman. “When we have climbed over it, we shall know what is on the
+other side.”
+
+After a time the ladder was finished. It looked clumsy, but the Tin
+Woodman was sure it was strong and would answer their purpose. The
+Scarecrow waked Dorothy and the Lion and Toto, and told them that the
+ladder was ready. The Scarecrow climbed up the ladder first, but he was
+so awkward that Dorothy had to follow close behind and keep him from
+falling off. When he got his head over the top of the wall the
+Scarecrow said, “Oh, my!”
+
+“Go on,” exclaimed Dorothy.
+
+So the Scarecrow climbed farther up and sat down on the top of the
+wall, and Dorothy put her head over and cried, “Oh, my!” just as the
+Scarecrow had done.
+
+Then Toto came up, and immediately began to bark, but Dorothy made him
+be still.
+
+The Lion climbed the ladder next, and the Tin Woodman came last; but
+both of them cried, “Oh, my!” as soon as they looked over the wall.
+When they were all sitting in a row on the top of the wall, they looked
+down and saw a strange sight.
+
+Before them was a great stretch of country having a floor as smooth and
+shining and white as the bottom of a big platter. Scattered around were
+many houses made entirely of china and painted in the brightest colors.
+These houses were quite small, the biggest of them reaching only as
+high as Dorothy’s waist. There were also pretty little barns, with
+china fences around them; and many cows and sheep and horses and pigs
+and chickens, all made of china, were standing about in groups.
+
+But the strangest of all were the people who lived in this queer
+country. There were milkmaids and shepherdesses, with brightly colored
+bodices and golden spots all over their gowns; and princesses with most
+gorgeous frocks of silver and gold and purple; and shepherds dressed in
+knee breeches with pink and yellow and blue stripes down them, and
+golden buckles on their shoes; and princes with jeweled crowns upon
+their heads, wearing ermine robes and satin doublets; and funny clowns
+in ruffled gowns, with round red spots upon their cheeks and tall,
+pointed caps. And, strangest of all, these people were all made of
+china, even to their clothes, and were so small that the tallest of
+them was no higher than Dorothy’s knee.
+
+No one did so much as look at the travelers at first, except one little
+purple china dog with an extra-large head, which came to the wall and
+barked at them in a tiny voice, afterwards running away again.
+
+“How shall we get down?” asked Dorothy.
+
+They found the ladder so heavy they could not pull it up, so the
+Scarecrow fell off the wall and the others jumped down upon him so that
+the hard floor would not hurt their feet. Of course they took pains not
+to light on his head and get the pins in their feet. When all were
+safely down they picked up the Scarecrow, whose body was quite
+flattened out, and patted his straw into shape again.
+
+“We must cross this strange place in order to get to the other side,”
+said Dorothy, “for it would be unwise for us to go any other way except
+due South.”
+
+They began walking through the country of the china people, and the
+first thing they came to was a china milkmaid milking a china cow. As
+they drew near, the cow suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool,
+the pail, and even the milkmaid herself, and all fell on the china
+ground with a great clatter.
+
+Dorothy was shocked to see that the cow had broken her leg off, and
+that the pail was lying in several small pieces, while the poor
+milkmaid had a nick in her left elbow.
+
+“There!” cried the milkmaid angrily. “See what you have done! My cow
+has broken her leg, and I must take her to the mender’s shop and have
+it glued on again. What do you mean by coming here and frightening my
+cow?”
+
+“I’m very sorry,” returned Dorothy. “Please forgive us.”
+
+But the pretty milkmaid was much too vexed to make any answer. She
+picked up the leg sulkily and led her cow away, the poor animal limping
+on three legs. As she left them the milkmaid cast many reproachful
+glances over her shoulder at the clumsy strangers, holding her nicked
+elbow close to her side.
+
+Dorothy was quite grieved at this mishap.
+
+“We must be very careful here,” said the kind-hearted Woodman, “or we
+may hurt these pretty little people so they will never get over it.”
+
+A little farther on Dorothy met a most beautifully dressed young
+Princess, who stopped short as she saw the strangers and started to run
+away.
+
+Dorothy wanted to see more of the Princess, so she ran after her. But
+the china girl cried out:
+
+“Don’t chase me! Don’t chase me!”
+
+She had such a frightened little voice that Dorothy stopped and said,
+“Why not?”
+
+“Because,” answered the Princess, also stopping, a safe distance away,
+“if I run I may fall down and break myself.”
+
+“But could you not be mended?” asked the girl.
+
+“Oh, yes; but one is never so pretty after being mended, you know,”
+replied the Princess.
+
+“I suppose not,” said Dorothy.
+
+“Now there is Mr. Joker, one of our clowns,” continued the china lady,
+“who is always trying to stand upon his head. He has broken himself so
+often that he is mended in a hundred places, and doesn’t look at all
+pretty. Here he comes now, so you can see for yourself.”
+
+Indeed, a jolly little clown came walking toward them, and Dorothy
+could see that in spite of his pretty clothes of red and yellow and
+green he was completely covered with cracks, running every which way
+and showing plainly that he had been mended in many places.
+
+The Clown put his hands in his pockets, and after puffing out his
+cheeks and nodding his head at them saucily, he said:
+
+    “My lady fair,
+   Why do you stare
+At poor old Mr. Joker?
+    You’re quite as stiff
+    And prim as if
+You’d eaten up a poker!”
+
+
+“Be quiet, sir!” said the Princess. “Can’t you see these are strangers,
+and should be treated with respect?”
+
+“Well, that’s respect, I expect,” declared the Clown, and immediately
+stood upon his head.
+
+“Don’t mind Mr. Joker,” said the Princess to Dorothy. “He is
+considerably cracked in his head, and that makes him foolish.”
+
+“Oh, I don’t mind him a bit,” said Dorothy. “But you are so beautiful,”
+she continued, “that I am sure I could love you dearly. Won’t you let
+me carry you back to Kansas, and stand you on Aunt Em’s mantel? I could
+carry you in my basket.”
+
+“That would make me very unhappy,” answered the china Princess. “You
+see, here in our country we live contentedly, and can talk and move
+around as we please. But whenever any of us are taken away our joints
+at once stiffen, and we can only stand straight and look pretty. Of
+course that is all that is expected of us when we are on mantels and
+cabinets and drawing-room tables, but our lives are much pleasanter
+here in our own country.”
+
+“I would not make you unhappy for all the world!” exclaimed Dorothy.
+“So I’ll just say good-bye.”
+
+“Good-bye,” replied the Princess.
+
+They walked carefully through the china country. The little animals and
+all the people scampered out of their way, fearing the strangers would
+break them, and after an hour or so the travelers reached the other
+side of the country and came to another china wall.
+
+It was not so high as the first, however, and by standing upon the
+Lion’s back they all managed to scramble to the top. Then the Lion
+gathered his legs under him and jumped on the wall; but just as he
+jumped, he upset a china church with his tail and smashed it all to
+pieces.
+
+“That was too bad,” said Dorothy, “but really I think we were lucky in
+not doing these little people more harm than breaking a cow’s leg and a
+church. They are all so brittle!”
+
+“They are, indeed,” said the Scarecrow, “and I am thankful I am made of
+straw and cannot be easily damaged. There are worse things in the world
+than being a Scarecrow.”
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXI
+The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
+
+
+After climbing down from the china wall the travelers found themselves
+in a disagreeable country, full of bogs and marshes and covered with
+tall, rank grass. It was difficult to walk without falling into muddy
+holes, for the grass was so thick that it hid them from sight. However,
+by carefully picking their way, they got safely along until they
+reached solid ground. But here the country seemed wilder than ever, and
+after a long and tiresome walk through the underbrush they entered
+another forest, where the trees were bigger and older than any they had
+ever seen.
+
+“This forest is perfectly delightful,” declared the Lion, looking
+around him with joy. “Never have I seen a more beautiful place.”
+
+“It seems gloomy,” said the Scarecrow.
+
+“Not a bit of it,” answered the Lion. “I should like to live here all
+my life. See how soft the dried leaves are under your feet and how rich
+and green the moss is that clings to these old trees. Surely no wild
+beast could wish a pleasanter home.”
+
+“Perhaps there are wild beasts in the forest now,” said Dorothy.
+
+“I suppose there are,” returned the Lion, “but I do not see any of them
+about.”
+
+They walked through the forest until it became too dark to go any
+farther. Dorothy and Toto and the Lion lay down to sleep, while the
+Woodman and the Scarecrow kept watch over them as usual.
+
+When morning came, they started again. Before they had gone far they
+heard a low rumble, as of the growling of many wild animals. Toto
+whimpered a little, but none of the others was frightened, and they
+kept along the well-trodden path until they came to an opening in the
+wood, in which were gathered hundreds of beasts of every variety. There
+were tigers and elephants and bears and wolves and foxes and all the
+others in the natural history, and for a moment Dorothy was afraid. But
+the Lion explained that the animals were holding a meeting, and he
+judged by their snarling and growling that they were in great trouble.
+
+As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, and at once the
+great assemblage hushed as if by magic. The biggest of the tigers came
+up to the Lion and bowed, saying:
+
+“Welcome, O King of Beasts! You have come in good time to fight our
+enemy and bring peace to all the animals of the forest once more.”
+
+“What is your trouble?” asked the Lion quietly.
+
+“We are all threatened,” answered the tiger, “by a fierce enemy which
+has lately come into this forest. It is a most tremendous monster, like
+a great spider, with a body as big as an elephant and legs as long as a
+tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and as the monster crawls
+through the forest he seizes an animal with a leg and drags it to his
+mouth, where he eats it as a spider does a fly. Not one of us is safe
+while this fierce creature is alive, and we had called a meeting to
+decide how to take care of ourselves when you came among us.”
+
+The Lion thought for a moment.
+
+“Are there any other lions in this forest?” he asked.
+
+“No; there were some, but the monster has eaten them all. And, besides,
+they were none of them nearly so large and brave as you.”
+
+“If I put an end to your enemy, will you bow down to me and obey me as
+King of the Forest?” inquired the Lion.
+
+“We will do that gladly,” returned the tiger; and all the other beasts
+roared with a mighty roar: “We will!”
+
+“Where is this great spider of yours now?” asked the Lion.
+
+“Yonder, among the oak trees,” said the tiger, pointing with his
+forefoot.
+
+“Take good care of these friends of mine,” said the Lion, “and I will
+go at once to fight the monster.”
+
+He bade his comrades good-bye and marched proudly away to do battle
+with the enemy.
+
+The great spider was lying asleep when the Lion found him, and it
+looked so ugly that its foe turned up his nose in disgust. Its legs
+were quite as long as the tiger had said, and its body covered with
+coarse black hair. It had a great mouth, with a row of sharp teeth a
+foot long; but its head was joined to the pudgy body by a neck as
+slender as a wasp’s waist. This gave the Lion a hint of the best way to
+attack the creature, and as he knew it was easier to fight it asleep
+than awake, he gave a great spring and landed directly upon the
+monster’s back. Then, with one blow of his heavy paw, all armed with
+sharp claws, he knocked the spider’s head from its body. Jumping down,
+he watched it until the long legs stopped wiggling, when he knew it was
+quite dead.
+
+The Lion went back to the opening where the beasts of the forest were
+waiting for him and said proudly:
+
+“You need fear your enemy no longer.”
+
+Then the beasts bowed down to the Lion as their King, and he promised
+to come back and rule over them as soon as Dorothy was safely on her
+way to Kansas.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXII
+The Country of the Quadlings
+
+
+The four travelers passed through the rest of the forest in safety, and
+when they came out from its gloom saw before them a steep hill, covered
+from top to bottom with great pieces of rock.
+
+“That will be a hard climb,” said the Scarecrow, “but we must get over
+the hill, nevertheless.”
+
+So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly reached the
+first rock when they heard a rough voice cry out, “Keep back!”
+
+“Who are you?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+Then a head showed itself over the rock and the same voice said, “This
+hill belongs to us, and we don’t allow anyone to cross it.”
+
+“But we must cross it,” said the Scarecrow. “We’re going to the country
+of the Quadlings.”
+
+“But you shall not!” replied the voice, and there stepped from behind
+the rock the strangest man the travelers had ever seen.
+
+He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat at the
+top and supported by a thick neck full of wrinkles. But he had no arms
+at all, and, seeing this, the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a
+creature could prevent them from climbing the hill. So he said, “I’m
+sorry not to do as you wish, but we must pass over your hill whether
+you like it or not,” and he walked boldly forward.
+
+As quick as lightning the man’s head shot forward and his neck
+stretched out until the top of the head, where it was flat, struck the
+Scarecrow in the middle and sent him tumbling, over and over, down the
+hill. Almost as quickly as it came the head went back to the body, and
+the man laughed harshly as he said, “It isn’t as easy as you think!”
+
+A chorus of boisterous laughter came from the other rocks, and Dorothy
+saw hundreds of the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside, one behind
+every rock.
+
+The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused by the Scarecrow’s
+mishap, and giving a loud roar that echoed like thunder, he dashed up
+the hill.
+
+Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion went rolling down the
+hill as if he had been struck by a cannon ball.
+
+Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the Lion
+came up to her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said, “It is
+useless to fight people with shooting heads; no one can withstand
+them.”
+
+“What can we do, then?” she asked.
+
+“Call the Winged Monkeys,” suggested the Tin Woodman. “You have still
+the right to command them once more.”
+
+“Very well,” she answered, and putting on the Golden Cap she uttered
+the magic words. The Monkeys were as prompt as ever, and in a few
+moments the entire band stood before her.
+
+“What are your commands?” inquired the King of the Monkeys, bowing low.
+
+“Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quadlings,” answered the
+girl.
+
+“It shall be done,” said the King, and at once the Winged Monkeys
+caught the four travelers and Toto up in their arms and flew away with
+them. As they passed over the hill the Hammer-Heads yelled with
+vexation, and shot their heads high in the air, but they could not
+reach the Winged Monkeys, which carried Dorothy and her comrades safely
+over the hill and set them down in the beautiful country of the
+Quadlings.
+
+“This is the last time you can summon us,” said the leader to Dorothy;
+“so good-bye and good luck to you.”
+
+“Good-bye, and thank you very much,” returned the girl; and the Monkeys
+rose into the air and were out of sight in a twinkling.
+
+The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. There was field
+upon field of ripening grain, with well-paved roads running between,
+and pretty rippling brooks with strong bridges across them. The fences
+and houses and bridges were all painted bright red, just as they had
+been painted yellow in the country of the Winkies and blue in the
+country of the Munchkins. The Quadlings themselves, who were short and
+fat and looked chubby and good-natured, were dressed all in red, which
+showed bright against the green grass and the yellowing grain.
+
+The Monkeys had set them down near a farmhouse, and the four travelers
+walked up to it and knocked at the door. It was opened by the farmer’s
+wife, and when Dorothy asked for something to eat the woman gave them
+all a good dinner, with three kinds of cake and four kinds of cookies,
+and a bowl of milk for Toto.
+
+“How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?” asked the child.
+
+“It is not a great way,” answered the farmer’s wife. “Take the road to
+the South and you will soon reach it.”
+
+Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and walked by the fields
+and across the pretty bridges until they saw before them a very
+beautiful Castle. Before the gates were three young girls, dressed in
+handsome red uniforms trimmed with gold braid; and as Dorothy
+approached, one of them said to her:
+
+“Why have you come to the South Country?”
+
+“To see the Good Witch who rules here,” she answered. “Will you take me
+to her?”
+
+“Let me have your name, and I will ask Glinda if she will receive you.”
+They told who they were, and the girl soldier went into the Castle.
+After a few moments she came back to say that Dorothy and the others
+were to be admitted at once.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXIII
+Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy’s Wish
+
+
+Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a room of
+the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her hair, and the
+Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the Scarecrow patted himself
+into his best shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and oiled his
+joints.
+
+When they were all quite presentable they followed the soldier girl
+into a big room where the Witch Glinda sat upon a throne of rubies.
+
+She was both beautiful and young to their eyes. Her hair was a rich red
+in color and fell in flowing ringlets over her shoulders. Her dress was
+pure white but her eyes were blue, and they looked kindly upon the
+little girl.
+
+“What can I do for you, my child?” she asked.
+
+Dorothy told the Witch all her story: how the cyclone had brought her
+to the Land of Oz, how she had found her companions, and of the
+wonderful adventures they had met with.
+
+“My greatest wish now,” she added, “is to get back to Kansas, for Aunt
+Em will surely think something dreadful has happened to me, and that
+will make her put on mourning; and unless the crops are better this
+year than they were last, I am sure Uncle Henry cannot afford it.”
+
+Glinda leaned forward and kissed the sweet, upturned face of the loving
+little girl.
+
+“Bless your dear heart,” she said, “I am sure I can tell you of a way
+to get back to Kansas.” Then she added, “But, if I do, you must give me
+the Golden Cap.”
+
+“Willingly!” exclaimed Dorothy; “indeed, it is of no use to me now, and
+when you have it you can command the Winged Monkeys three times.”
+
+“And I think I shall need their service just those three times,”
+answered Glinda, smiling.
+
+Dorothy then gave her the Golden Cap, and the Witch said to the
+Scarecrow, “What will you do when Dorothy has left us?”
+
+“I will return to the Emerald City,” he replied, “for Oz has made me
+its ruler and the people like me. The only thing that worries me is how
+to cross the hill of the Hammer-Heads.”
+
+“By means of the Golden Cap I shall command the Winged Monkeys to carry
+you to the gates of the Emerald City,” said Glinda, “for it would be a
+shame to deprive the people of so wonderful a ruler.”
+
+“Am I really wonderful?” asked the Scarecrow.
+
+“You are unusual,” replied Glinda.
+
+Turning to the Tin Woodman, she asked, “What will become of you when
+Dorothy leaves this country?”
+
+He leaned on his axe and thought a moment. Then he said, “The Winkies
+were very kind to me, and wanted me to rule over them after the Wicked
+Witch died. I am fond of the Winkies, and if I could get back again to
+the Country of the West, I should like nothing better than to rule over
+them forever.”
+
+“My second command to the Winged Monkeys,” said Glinda “will be that
+they carry you safely to the land of the Winkies. Your brain may not be
+so large to look at as those of the Scarecrow, but you are really
+brighter than he is—when you are well polished—and I am sure you will
+rule the Winkies wisely and well.”
+
+Then the Witch looked at the big, shaggy Lion and asked, “When Dorothy
+has returned to her own home, what will become of you?”
+
+“Over the hill of the Hammer-Heads,” he answered, “lies a grand old
+forest, and all the beasts that live there have made me their King. If
+I could only get back to this forest, I would pass my life very happily
+there.”
+
+“My third command to the Winged Monkeys,” said Glinda, “shall be to
+carry you to your forest. Then, having used up the powers of the Golden
+Cap, I shall give it to the King of the Monkeys, that he and his band
+may thereafter be free for evermore.”
+
+The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion now thanked the Good
+Witch earnestly for her kindness; and Dorothy exclaimed:
+
+“You are certainly as good as you are beautiful! But you have not yet
+told me how to get back to Kansas.”
+
+“Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert,” replied Glinda. “If
+you had known their power you could have gone back to your Aunt Em the
+very first day you came to this country.”
+
+“But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!” cried the
+Scarecrow. “I might have passed my whole life in the farmer’s
+cornfield.”
+
+“And I should not have had my lovely heart,” said the Tin Woodman. “I
+might have stood and rusted in the forest till the end of the world.”
+
+“And I should have lived a coward forever,” declared the Lion, “and no
+beast in all the forest would have had a good word to say to me.”
+
+“This is all true,” said Dorothy, “and I am glad I was of use to these
+good friends. But now that each of them has had what he most desired,
+and each is happy in having a kingdom to rule besides, I think I should
+like to go back to Kansas.”
+
+“The Silver Shoes,” said the Good Witch, “have wonderful powers. And
+one of the most curious things about them is that they can carry you to
+any place in the world in three steps, and each step will be made in
+the wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels together
+three times and command the shoes to carry you wherever you wish to
+go.”
+
+“If that is so,” said the child joyfully, “I will ask them to carry me
+back to Kansas at once.”
+
+She threw her arms around the Lion’s neck and kissed him, patting his
+big head tenderly. Then she kissed the Tin Woodman, who was weeping in
+a way most dangerous to his joints. But she hugged the soft, stuffed
+body of the Scarecrow in her arms instead of kissing his painted face,
+and found she was crying herself at this sorrowful parting from her
+loving comrades.
+
+Glinda the Good stepped down from her ruby throne to give the little
+girl a good-bye kiss, and Dorothy thanked her for all the kindness she
+had shown to her friends and herself.
+
+Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last
+good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times,
+saying:
+
+“Take me home to Aunt Em!”
+
+
+Instantly she was whirling through the air, so swiftly that all she
+could see or feel was the wind whistling past her ears.
+
+The Silver Shoes took but three steps, and then she stopped so suddenly
+that she rolled over upon the grass several times before she knew where
+she was.
+
+At length, however, she sat up and looked about her.
+
+“Good gracious!” she cried.
+
+For she was sitting on the broad Kansas prairie, and just before her
+was the new farmhouse Uncle Henry built after the cyclone had carried
+away the old one. Uncle Henry was milking the cows in the barnyard, and
+Toto had jumped out of her arms and was running toward the barn,
+barking furiously.
+
+Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking-feet. For the Silver
+Shoes had fallen off in her flight through the air, and were lost
+forever in the desert.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXIV
+Home Again
+
+
+Aunt Em had just come out of the house to water the cabbages when she
+looked up and saw Dorothy running toward her.
+
+“My darling child!” she cried, folding the little girl in her arms and
+covering her face with kisses. “Where in the world did you come from?”
+
+“From the Land of Oz,” said Dorothy gravely. “And here is Toto, too.
+And oh, Aunt Em! I’m so glad to be at home again!”
diff --git a/bun.lockb b/bun.lockb
index 08847bf..668886c 100755
--- a/bun.lockb
+++ b/bun.lockb
diff --git a/package.json b/package.json
index cefff81..de41f3d 100644
--- a/package.json
+++ b/package.json
@@ -6,10 +6,11 @@
     "dev": "bun run --watch src/index.ts"
   },
   "dependencies": {
-    "elysia": "latest"
+    "elysia": "latest",
+    "postgres": "3.3.5"
   },
   "devDependencies": {
     "bun-types": "latest"
   },
   "module": "src/index.js"
-}
-\ No newline at end of file
+}
diff --git a/page/index.txt b/page/index.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..26ea481
--- /dev/null
+++ b/page/index.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,13 @@
+TRKT - a private link shortener for https://trinket.icu
+
+trkt.in is written using Elysia[0], Bun[1], and Postgres hosted through an 
+Nginx proxy. 
+
+The source is available here: {url}.
+
+blog: {url}
+git: {url}
+
+[0]: https://elysiajs.com/
+[1]: https://bun.sh/
+
diff --git a/src/get.ts b/src/get.ts
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..a9eebbc
--- /dev/null
+++ b/src/get.ts
@@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
+import type { Sql } from "postgres";
+
+const book = Bun.file("book/the_wonderful_wizard_of_oz.txt");
+const book_text = await book.text()
+const pars = book_text.split(/\n\s*\n/);
+
+export async function get_home(context: { headers: Record<string, string | null> }) {
+  const file = Bun.file("page/index.txt");
+
+  let res = new Response(
+    await file.text() +
+    `the following is a randomly selected excerpt from THE WONDERFUL WIZARD 
+OF OZ by L. FRANK BAUM\n\n` +
+    pars[Math.floor(Math.random() * pars.length)]
+  );
+
+  if (context.headers["user-agent"] ?? "".includes("curl")) {
+    res.headers.set("X-Message", "Okay I Like It, Picasso");
+  }
+
+  return res;
+}
+
+export async function get_id(
+  context: { params: Record<"id", string>, headers: Record<string, string | null> },
+  sql: Sql) {
+
+  const id = context.params.id;
+  let db_res = await sql`
+  SELECT * FROM urls
+  WHERE id=${id}
+  `
+
+  if (!db_res.length) {
+    return new Response(`url for id '${id}' not found.`, { status: 404 });
+  }
+
+  const url = new URL(db_res[0]['url']);
+
+  const html = `
+  <!DOCTYPE html>
+  <html>
+  <head><title>trkt</title></head>
+  <body>
+    <p>redirecting to <a href="${url.href}">${url.href}</a></p>
+  </body>
+  </html>
+  `;
+
+  const res = new Response(html, { status: 301 });
+  res.headers.set("Location", url.href);
+  res.headers.set("Cache-Control", "max-age=3");
+  res.headers.set("Content-Type", "text/html");
+
+  if (context.headers["user-agent"] ?? "".includes("curl")) {
+    res.headers.set("X-Message", "Okay I Like It, Picasso");
+  }
+
+  console.log(res);
+  return res;
+}
diff --git a/src/index.ts b/src/index.ts
index 9c1f7a1..119ea91 100644
--- a/src/index.ts
+++ b/src/index.ts
@@ -1,7 +1,18 @@
 import { Elysia } from "elysia";
+import postgres from "postgres";
 
-const app = new Elysia().get("/", () => "Hello Elysia").listen(3000);
+import { get_home, get_id } from "./get";
+
+const sql = postgres();
+
+const app = new Elysia()
+  .get("/", ({ headers }) => get_home({ headers: headers }))
+  .get("/:id", async ({ params, headers, }) => get_id(
+    { params: params, headers: headers }, sql)
+  )
+
+app.listen(3000)
 
 console.log(
-  `🦊 Elysia is running at ${app.server?.hostname}:${app.server?.port}`
+  `listening at ${app.server?.hostname}:${app.server?.port}`
 );
author	Shav Kinderlehrer <[email protected]>	2023-10-15 00:14:32 -0400
committer	Shav Kinderlehrer <[email protected]>	2023-10-15 00:14:32 -0400
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