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diff --git a/25519.txt b/25519.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff02399 --- /dev/null +++ b/25519.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1848 @@ +The Project Gutenberg eBook, Little Wizard Stories of Oz, by L. Frank +Baum, Illustrated by John R. Neill + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Little Wizard Stories of Oz + + +Author: L. 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Neill + + + + + + + +Little +Wizard +Stories +of Oz + + + + +Contents + + + The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger 15 + + Little Dorothy and Toto 39 + + Tiktok and the Nome King 63 + + Ozma and the Little Wizard 87 + + Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse 111 + + The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman 135 + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE COWARDLY LION AND THE HUNGRY TIGER + + +In the splendid palace of the Emerald City, which is in the center of +the fairy Land of Oz, is a great Throne Room, where Princess Ozma, the +Ruler, for an hour each day sits in a throne of glistening emeralds and +listens to all the troubles of her people, which they are sure to tell +her about. Around Ozma's throne, on such occasions, are grouped all +the important personages of Oz, such as the Scarecrow, Jack Pumpkinhead, +Tiktok the Clockwork Man, the Tin Woodman, the Wizard of Oz, the Shaggy +Man and other famous fairy people. Little Dorothy usually has a seat at +Ozma's feet, and crouched on either side the throne are two enormous +beasts known as the Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion. + +[Illustration] + +These two beasts are Ozma's chief guardians, but as everyone loves the +beautiful girl Princess there has never been any disturbance in the +great Throne Room, or anything for the guardians to do but look fierce +and solemn and keep quiet until the Royal Audience is over and the +people go away to their homes. + +Of course no one would dare be naughty while the huge Lion and Tiger +crouched beside the throne; but the fact is, the people of Oz are very +seldom naughty. So Ozma's big guards are more ornamental than useful, +and no one realizes that better than the beasts themselves. + +One day, after everybody had left the Throne Room except the Cowardly +Lion and the Hungry Tiger, the Lion yawned and said to his friend: + +"I'm getting tired of this job. No one is afraid of us and no one pays +any attention to us." + +"That is true," replied the big Tiger, purring softly. "We might as well +be in the thick jungles where we were born, as trying to protect Ozma +when she needs no protection. And I'm dreadfully hungry all the time." + +"You have enough to eat, I'm sure," said the Lion, swaying his tail +slowly back and forth. + +"Enough, perhaps; but not the kind of food I long for," answered the +Tiger. "What I'm hungry for is fat babies. I have a great desire to eat +a few fat babies. Then, perhaps, the people of Oz would fear me and I'd +become more important." + +[Illustration] + +"True," agreed the Lion. "It would stir up quite a rumpus if you ate but +_one_ fat baby. As for myself; my claws are sharp as needles and strong +as crowbars, while my teeth are powerful enough to tear a person to +pieces in a few seconds. If I should spring upon a man and make chop +suey of him, there would be wild excitement in the Emerald City and the +people would fall upon their knees and beg me for mercy. That, in my +opinion, would render me of considerable importance." + +"After you had torn the person to pieces, what would you do next?" asked +the Tiger sleepily. + +"Then I would roar so loudly it would shake the earth and stalk away to +the jungle to hide myself, before anyone could attack me or kill me for +what I had done." + +"I see," nodded the Tiger. "You are really cowardly." + +"To be sure. That is why I am named the Cowardly Lion. That is why I +have always been so tame and peaceable. But I'm awfully tired of being +tame," added the Lion, with a sigh, "and it would be fun to raise a row +and show people what a terrible beast I really am." + +The Tiger remained silent for several minutes, thinking deeply as he +slowly washed his face with his left paw. Then he said: + +"I'm getting old, and it would please me to eat at least one fat baby +before I die. Suppose we surprise these people of Oz and prove our +power. What do you say? We will walk out of here just as usual and the +first baby we meet I'll eat in a jiffy, and the first man or woman you +meet you will tear to pieces. Then we will both run out of the city +gates and gallop across the country and hide in the jungle before anyone +can stop us." + +"All right; I'm game," said the Lion, yawning again so that he showed +two rows of dreadfully sharp teeth. + +The Tiger got up and stretched his great, sleek body. + +"Come on," he said. The Lion stood up and proved he was the larger of +the two, for he was almost as big as a small horse. + +Out of the palace they walked, and met no one. They passed through the +beautiful grounds, past fountains and beds of lovely flowers, and met no +one. Then they unlatched a gate and entered a street of the city, and +met no one. + +"I wonder how a fat baby will taste," remarked the Tiger, as they +stalked majestically along, side by side. + +"I imagine it will taste like nutmegs," said the Lion. + +"No," said the Tiger, "I've an idea it will taste like gumdrops." + +They turned a corner, but met no one, for the people of the Emerald City +were accustomed to take their naps at this hour of the afternoon. + +"I wonder how many pieces I ought to tear a person into," said the Lion, +in a thoughtful voice. + +"Sixty would be about right," suggested the Tiger. + +[Illustration] + +"Would that hurt any more than to tear one into about a dozen pieces?" +inquired the Lion, with a little shudder. + +"Who cares whether it hurts or not?" growled the Tiger. + +The Lion did not reply. They entered a side street, but met no one. + +Suddenly they heard a child crying. + +"Aha!" exclaimed the Tiger. "There is my meat." + +He rushed around a corner, the Lion following, and came upon a nice fat +baby sitting in the middle of the street and crying as if in great +distress. + +"What's the matter?" asked the Tiger, crouching before the baby. + +"I--I--I-lost my m-m-mamma!" wailed the baby. + +"Why, you poor little thing," said the great beast, softly stroking the +child's head with its paw. "Don't cry, my dear, for mamma can't be far +away and I'll help you to find her." + +"Go on," said the Lion, who stood by. + +"Go on where?" asked the Tiger, looking up. + +"Go on and eat your fat baby." + +"Why, you dreadful creature!" said the Tiger reproachfully; "would you +want me to eat a poor little lost baby, that doesn't know where its +mother is?" And the beast gathered the little one into its strong, hairy +arms and tried to comfort it by rocking it gently back and forth. + +[Illustration] + +The Lion growled low in his throat and seemed very much disappointed; +but at that moment a scream reached their ears and a woman came bounding +out of a house and into the street. Seeing her baby in the embrace of +the monster Tiger the woman screamed again and rushed forward to rescue +it, but in her haste she caught her foot in her skirt and tumbled head +over heels and heels over head, stopping with such a bump that she saw +many stars in the heavens, although it was broad daylight. And there she +lay, in a helpless manner, all tangled up and unable to stir. + +With one bound and a roar like thunder the huge Lion was beside her. +With his strong jaws he grasped her dress and raised her into an upright +position. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Poor thing! Are you hurt?" he gently asked. + +Gasping for breath the woman struggled to free herself and tried to +walk, but she limped badly and tumbled down again. + +"My baby!" she said pleadingly. + +"The baby is all right; don't worry," replied the Lion; and then he +added: "Keep quiet, now, and I'll carry you back to your house, and the +Hungry Tiger will carry your baby." + +The Tiger, who had approached the place with the child in its arms, +asked in astonishment: + +"Aren't you going to tear her into sixty pieces?" + +[Illustration] + +"No, nor into six pieces," answered the Lion indignantly. "I'm not +such a brute as to destroy a poor woman who has hurt herself trying to +save her lost baby. If you are so ferocious and cruel and bloodthirsty, +you may leave me and go away, for I do not care to associate with you." + +"That's all right," answered the Tiger. "I'm not cruel--not in the +least--I'm only hungry. But I thought _you_ were cruel." + +"Thank heaven I'm respectable," said the Lion, with dignity. He then +raised the woman and with much gentleness carried her into her house, +where he laid her upon a sofa. The Tiger followed with the baby, which +he safely deposited beside its mother. The little one liked the Hungry +Tiger and grasping the enormous beast by both ears the baby kissed the +beast's nose to show he was grateful and happy. + +"Thank you very much," said the woman. "I've often heard what good +beasts you are, in spite of your power to do mischief to mankind, and +now I know that the stories are true. I do not think either of you have +ever had an evil thought." + +The Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion hung their heads and did not look +into each other's eyes, for both were shamed and humbled. They crept +away and stalked back through the streets until they again entered the +palace grounds, where they retreated to the pretty, comfortable rooms +they occupied at the back of the palace. There they silently crouched in +their usual corners to think over their adventure. + +[Illustration] + +After a while the Tiger said sleepily: + +"I don't believe fat babies taste like gumdrops. I'm quite sure they +have the flavor of raspberry tarts. My, how hungry I am for fat babies!" + +The Lion grunted disdainfully. + +"You're a humbug," said he. + +"Am I?" retorted the Tiger, with a sneer. "Tell me, then, into how many +pieces you usually tear your victims, my bold Lion?" + +The Lion impatiently thumped the floor with his tail. + +"To tear anyone into pieces would soil my claws and blunt my teeth," he +said. "I'm glad I didn't muss myself up this afternoon by hurting that +poor mother." + +The Tiger looked at him steadily and then yawned a wide, wide yawn. + +"You're a coward," he remarked. + +"Well," said the Lion, "it's better to be a coward than to do wrong." + +"To be sure," answered the other. "And that reminds me that I nearly +lost my own reputation. For, had I eaten that fat baby I would not now +be the Hungry Tiger. It's better to go hungry, seems to me, than to be +cruel to a little child." + +And then they dropped their heads on their paws and went to sleep. + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE DOROTHY AND TOTO + + +Dorothy was a little Kansas girl who once accidentally found the +beautiful Land of Oz and was invited to live there always. Toto was +Dorothy's small black dog, with fuzzy, curly hair and bright black eyes. +Together, when they tired of the grandeur of the Emerald City of Oz, +they would wander out into the country and all through the land, +peering into queer nooks and corners and having a good time in their own +simple way. There was a little Wizard living in Oz who was a faithful +friend of Dorothy and did not approve of her traveling alone in this +way, but the girl always laughed at the little man's fears for her and +said she was not afraid of anything that might happen. + +[Illustration] + +One day while on such a journey, Dorothy and Toto found themselves among +the wild wooded hills at the southeast of Oz--a place usually avoided by +travelers because so many magical things abounded there. And, as they +entered a forest path, the little girl noticed a sign tacked to a tree, +which said: "Look out for Crinklink." + +Toto could not talk, as many of the animals of Oz can, for he was just +a common Kansas dog; but he looked at the sign so seriously that Dorothy +almost believed he could read it, and she knew quite well that Toto +understood every word she said to him. + +"Never mind Crinklink," said she. "I don't believe anything in Oz will +try to hurt us, Toto, and if I get into trouble you must take care of +me." + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, and Dorothy knew that meant a promise. + +The path was narrow and wound here and there between the trees, but they +could not lose their way, because thick vines and creepers shut them in +on both sides. They had walked a long time when, suddenly turning a +curve of the pathway, they came upon a lake of black water, so big and +so deep that they were forced to stop. + +[Illustration] + +"Well, Toto," said Dorothy, looking at the lake, "we must turn back, I +guess, for there is neither a bridge nor a boat to take us across the +black water." + +"Here's the ferryman, though," cried a tiny voice beside them, and the +girl gave a start and looked down at her feet, where a man no taller +than three inches sat at the edge of the path with his legs dangling +over the lake. + +"Oh!" said Dorothy; "I didn't see you before." + +Toto growled fiercely and made his ears stand up straight, but the +little man did not seem in the least afraid of the dog. He merely +repeated: "I'm the ferryman, and it's my business to carry people across +the lake." + +Dorothy couldn't help feeling surprised, for she could have picked the +little man up with one hand, and the lake was big and broad. Looking at +the ferryman more closely she saw that he had small eyes, a big nose, +and a sharp chin. His hair was blue and his clothes scarlet, and Dorothy +noticed that every button on his jacket was the head of some animal. The +top button was a bear's head and the next button a wolf's head; the next +was a cat's head and the next a weasel's head, while the last button of +all was the head of a field-mouse. When Dorothy looked into the eyes +of these animals' heads, they all nodded and said in a chorus: "Don't +believe all you hear, little girl!" + +[Illustration] + +"Silence!" said the small ferryman, slapping each button head in turn, +but not hard enough to hurt them. Then he turned to Dorothy and asked: +"Do you wish to cross over the lake?" + +"Why, I'd like to," she answered, hesitating; "but I can't see how you +will manage to carry us, without any boat." + +"If you can't see, you mustn't see," he answered with a laugh. "All you +need do is shut your eyes, say the word, and--over you go!" + +Dorothy wanted to get across, in order that she might continue her +journey. + +"All right," she said, closing her eyes; "I'm ready." + +Instantly she was seized in a pair of strong arms--arms so big and +powerful that she was startled and cried out in fear. + +"Silence!" roared a great voice, and the girl opened her eyes to find +that the tiny man had suddenly grown to a giant and was holding both her +and Toto in a tight embrace while in one step he spanned the lake and +reached the other shore. + +Dorothy became frightened, then, especially as the giant did not stop +but continued tramping in great steps over the wooded hills, crushing +bushes and trees beneath his broad feet. She struggled in vain to free +herself, while Toto whined and trembled beside her, for the little dog +was frightened, too. + +"Stop!" screamed the girl. "Let me down!" But the giant paid no +attention. "Who are you, and where are you taking me?" she continued; +but the giant said not a word. Close to Dorothy's ear, however, a voice +answered her, saying: "This is the terrible Crinklink, and he has you in +his power." + +Dorothy managed to twist her head around and found it was the second +button on the jacket--the wolf's head--which had spoken to her. + +"What will Crinklink do with me?" she asked anxiously. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"No one knows. You must wait and see," replied the wolf. + +"Some of his captives he whips," squeaked the weasel's head. + +"Some he transforms into bugs and other things," growled the bear's +head. + +"Some he enchants, so that they become doorknobs," sighed the cat's +head. + +"Some he makes his slaves--even as we are--and that is the most dreadful +fate of all," added the field-mouse. "As long as Crinklink exists we +shall remain buttons, but as there are no more buttonholes on his jacket +he will probably make you a slave." + +[Illustration] + +Dorothy began to wish she had not met Crinklink. Meantime, the giant +took such big steps that he soon reached the heart of the hills, +where, perched upon the highest peak, stood a log castle. Before this +castle he paused to set down Dorothy and Toto, for Crinklink was at +present far too large to enter his own doorway. So he made himself grow +smaller, until he was about the size of an ordinary man. Then he said to +Dorothy, in stern, commanding tones: + +"Enter, girl!" + +Dorothy obeyed and entered the castle, with Toto at her heels. She +found the place to be merely one big room. There was a table and +chair of ordinary size near the center, and at one side a wee bed +that seemed scarcely big enough for a doll. Everywhere else were +dishes--dishes--dishes! They were all soiled, and were piled upon the +floor, in all the corners and upon every shelf. Evidently Crinklink had +not washed a dish for years, but had cast them aside as he used them. + +Dorothy's captor sat down in the chair and frowned at her. + +"You are young and strong, and will make a good dishwasher," said he. + +"Do you mean me to wash all those dishes?" she asked, feeling both +indignant and fearful, for such a task would take weeks to accomplish. + +"That's just what I mean," he retorted. "I need clean dishes, for all I +have are soiled, and you're going to make 'em clean or get trounced. So +get to work and be careful not to break anything. If you smash a dish, +the penalty is one lash from my dreadful cat-o'-nine-tails for every +piece the dish breaks into," and here Crinklink displayed a terrible +whip that made the little girl shudder. + +Dorothy knew how to wash dishes, but she remembered that often she +carelessly broke one. In this case, however, a good deal depended on +being careful, so she handled the dishes very cautiously. + +While she worked, Toto sat by the hearth and growled low at Crinklink, +and Crinklink sat in his chair and growled at Dorothy because she moved +so slowly. He expected her to break a dish any minute, but as the hours +passed away and this did not happen Crinklink began to grow sleepy. It +was tiresome watching the girl wash dishes and often he glanced +longingly at the tiny bed. Now he began to yawn, and he yawned and +yawned until finally he said: + +[Illustration] + +"I'm going to take a nap. But the buttons on my jacket will be wide +awake and whenever you break a dish the crash will waken me. As I'm +rather sleepy I hope you won't interrupt my nap by breaking anything for +a long time." + +Then Crinklink made himself grow smaller and smaller until he was three +inches high and of a size to fit the tiny bed. At once he lay down and +fell fast asleep. + +Dorothy came close to the buttons and whispered: "Would you really warn +Crinklink if I tried to escape?" + +"You can't escape," growled the bear. "Crinklink would become a giant, +and soon overtake you." + +"But you might kill him while he sleeps," suggested the cat, in a soft +voice. + +"Oh!" cried Dorothy, drawing back; "I couldn't poss'bly _kill_ +anything--even to save my life." + +But Toto had heard this conversation and was not so particular about +killing monsters. Also the little dog knew he must try to save his +mistress. In an instant he sprang upon the wee bed and was about to +seize the sleeping Crinklink in his jaws when Dorothy heard a loud crash +and a heap of dishes fell from the table to the floor. Then the girl saw +Toto and the little man rolling on the floor together, like a fuzzy +ball, and when the ball stopped rolling, behold! there was Toto wagging +his tail joyfully and there sat the little Wizard of Oz, laughing +merrily at the expression of surprise on Dorothy's face. + +"Yes, my dear, it's me," said he, "and I've been playing tricks on +you--for your own good. I wanted to prove to you that it is really +dangerous for a little girl to wander alone in a fairy country; so I +took the form of Crinklink to teach you a lesson. There isn't any +Crinklink, to be sure; but if there had been you'd be severely whipped +for breaking all those dishes." + +[Illustration] + +The Wizard now rose, took off the coat with the button heads, and spread +it on the floor, wrong side up. At once there crept from beneath it a +bear, a wolf, a cat, a weasel, and a field-mouse, who all rushed from +the room and escaped into the mountains. + +"Come on, Toto," said Dorothy; "let's go back to the Emerald City. +You've given me a good scare, Wizard," she added, with dignity, "and +p'raps I'll forgive you, by'n'by; but just now I'm mad to think how +easily you fooled me." + +[Illustration] + + + + +TIKTOK AND THE NOME KING + + +The Nome King was unpleasantly angry. He had carelessly bitten his +tongue at breakfast and it still hurt; so he roared and raved and +stamped around in his underground palace in a way that rendered him very +disagreeable. + +It so happened that on this unfortunate day Tiktok, the Clockwork Man, +visited the Nome King to ask a favor. Tiktok lived in the Land of Oz, +and although he was an active and important person, he was made entirely +of metal. Machinery within him, something like the works of a clock, +made him move; other machinery made him talk; still other machinery made +him think. + +[Illustration] + +Although so cleverly constructed, the Clockwork Man was far from +perfect. Three separate keys wound up his motion machinery, his speech +works, and his thoughts. One or more of these contrivances was likely to +run down at a critical moment, leaving poor Tiktok helpless. Also some +of his parts were wearing out, through much use, and just now his +thought machinery needed repair. The skillful little Wizard of Oz had +tinkered with Tiktok's thoughts without being able to get them properly +regulated, so he had advised the Clockwork Man to go to the Nome King +and secure a new set of springs, which would render his thoughts more +elastic and responsive. + +"Be careful what you say to the Nome King," warned the Wizard. "He has a +bad temper and the least little thing makes him angry." + +Tiktok promised, and the Wizard wound his machinery and set him walking +in the direction of the Nome King's dominions, just across the desert +from the Land of Oz. He ran down just as he reached the entrance to the +underground palace, and there Kaliko, the Nome King's Chief Steward, +found him and wound him up again. + +"I want to see the King," said Tiktok, in his jerky voice. + +"Well," remarked Kaliko, "it may be safe for a cast-iron person like you +to face his Majesty this morning; but you must announce yourself, for +should I show my face inside the jewel-studded cavern where the King is +now raving, I'd soon look like a dish of mashed potatoes, and be of no +further use to anyone." + +"I'm not a-fraid," said Tiktok. + +"Then walk in and make yourself at home," answered Kaliko, and threw +open the door of the King's cavern. + +[Illustration] + +Tiktok promptly walked in and faced the astonished Nome King, to whom +he said: "Good morn-ing. I want two new steel springs for my +thought-works and a new cog-wheel for my speech-pro-du-cer. How a-bout +it, your Maj-es-ty?" + +The Nome King growled a menacing growl and his eyes were red with rage. + +"How dare you enter my presence?" he shouted. + +"I dare an-y-thing," said Tiktok. "I'm not a-fraid of a fat Nome." + +[Illustration] + +This was true, yet an unwise speech. Had Tiktok's thoughts been in good +working order he would have said something else. The angry Nome King +quickly caught up his heavy mace and hurled it straight at Tiktok. When +it struck the metal man's breast, the force of the blow burst the +bolts which held the plates of his body together and they clattered to +the floor in a score of pieces. Hundreds and hundreds of wheels, pins, +cogs and springs filled the air like a cloud and then rattled like hail +upon the floor. + +Where Tiktok had stood was now only a scrap-heap and the Nome King was +so amazed by the terrible effect of his blow that he stared in wonder. + +His Majesty's anger quickly cooled. He remembered that the Clockwork Man +was a favorite subject of the powerful Princess, Ozma of Oz, who would +be sure to resent Tiktok's ruin. + +"Too bad! too bad!" he muttered, regretfully. "I'm really sorry I made +junk of the fellow. I didn't know he'd break." + +"You'd better be," remarked Kaliko, who now ventured to enter the room. +"You'll have a war on your hands when Ozma hears of this, and the +chances are you will lose your throne and your kingdom." + +The Nome King turned pale, for he loved to rule the Nomes and did not +know of any other way to earn a living in case Ozma fought and conquered +him. + +"Do--do you think Ozma will be angry?" he asked anxiously. + +"I'm sure of it," said Kaliko. "And she has the right to be. You've made +scrap-iron of her favorite." + +The King groaned. + +"Sweep him up and throw the rubbish into the black pit," he commanded; +and then he shut himself up in his private den and for days would see no +one, because he was so ashamed of his unreasoning anger and so feared +the results of his rash act. + +Kaliko swept up the pieces, but he did not throw them into the black +pit. Being a clever and skillful mechanic he determined to fit the +pieces together again. + +No man ever faced a greater puzzle; but it was interesting work and +Kaliko succeeded. When he found a spring or wheel worn or imperfect, he +made a new one. + +[Illustration] + +Within two weeks, by working steadily night and day, the Chief Steward +completed his task and put the three sets of clockworks and the last +rivet into Tiktok's body. He then wound up the motion machinery, and the +Clockwork Man walked up and down the room as naturally as ever. Then +Kaliko wound up the thought works and the speech regulator and said to +Tiktok: + +"How do you feel now?" + +"Fine," said the Clockwork Man. "You have done a ve-ry good job, +Kal-i-ko, and saved me from de-struc-tion. Much o-bliged." + +"Don't mention it," replied the Chief Steward. "I quite enjoyed the +work." + +Just then the Nome King's gong sounded, and Kaliko rushed away through +the jewel-studded cavern and into the den where the King had hidden, +leaving the doors ajar. + +"Kaliko," said the King, in a meek voice, "I've been shut up here long +enough to repent bitterly the destruction of Tiktok. Of course Ozma will +have revenge, and send an army to fight us, but we must take our +medicine. One thing comforts me: Tiktok wasn't really a live person; he +was only a machine man, and so it wasn't very wicked to stop his +clockworks. I couldn't sleep nights, at first, for worry; but there's no +more harm in smashing a machine man than in breaking a wax doll. Don't +you think so?" + +"I am too humble to think in the presence of your Majesty," said Kaliko. + +"Then get me something to eat," commanded the King, "for I'm nearly +starved. Two roasted goats, a barrel of cakes and nine mince pies will +do me until dinnertime." + +Kaliko bowed and hurried away to the royal kitchen, forgetting Tiktok, +who was wandering around in the outer cavern. Suddenly the Nome King +looked up and saw the Clockwork Man standing before him, and at the +sight the monarch's eyes grew big and round and he fell a-trembling in +every limb. + +"Away, grim Shadow!" he cried. "You're not here, you know; you're only a +hash of cogwheels and springs, lying at the bottom of the black pit. +Vanish, thou Vision of the demolished Tiktok, and leave me in peace--for +I have bitterly repented!" + +[Illustration] + +"Then beg my pardon," said Tiktok in a gruff voice, for Kaliko had +forgotten to oil the speech works. + +But the sound of a voice coming from what he thought a mere vision was +too much for the Nome King's shaken nerves. He gave a yell of fear and +rushed from the room. Tiktok followed, so the King bolted through the +corridors on a swift run and bumped against Kaliko, who was returning +with a tray of things to eat. The sound of the breaking dishes, as they +struck the floor, added to the King's terror and he yelled again and +dashed into a great cavern where a thousand Nomes were at work hammering +metal. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Look out! Here comes a phantom clockwork man!" screamed the +terrified monarch, and every Nome dropped his tools and made a rush +from the cavern, knocking over their King in their mad flight and +recklessly trampling upon his prostrate fat body. So, when Tiktok came +into the cavern, there was only the Nome King left, and he was rolling +upon the rocky floor and howling for mercy, with his eyes fast shut so +that he could not see what he was sure was a dreadful phantom that was +coming straight toward him. + +"It oc-curs to me," said Tiktok calmly, "that your Maj-es-ty is act-ing +like a ba-by I am not a phan-tom. A phan-tom is unreal, while I am the +real thing." + +The King rolled over, sat up and opened his eyes. + +"Didn't I smash you to pieces?" he asked in trembling tones. + +"Yes," said Tiktok. + +"Then you are nothing but a junk-heap, and this form in which you now +appear cannot be real." + +"It is, though," declared Tiktok. "Kal-i-ko picked up my piec-es and put +me to-geth-er a-gain. I'm as good as new, and perhaps bet-ter." + +"That is true, your Majesty," added Kaliko, who now made his appearance, +"and I hope you will forgive me for mending Tiktok. He was quite broken +up, after you smashed him, and I found it almost as hard a job to match +his pieces as to pick turnips from gooseberry bushes. But I did it," he +added proudly. + +"You are forgiven," announced the Nome King, rising to his feet and +drawing a long breath. "I will raise your wages one specto a year, and +Tiktok shall return to the Land of Oz loaded with jewels for the +Princess Ozma." + +"That is all right," said Tiktok. "But what I want to know is, why did +you hit me with your mace?" + +"Because I was angry," admitted the King. "When I am angry I always do +something that I am sorry for afterward. So I have firmly resolved never +to get angry again; unless--unless--" + +"Unless what, your Majesty?" inquired Kaliko. + +[Illustration] + +"Unless something annoys me," said the Nome King. And then he went to +his treasure-chamber to get the jewels for Princess Ozma of Oz. + +[Illustration] + + + + +OZMA AND THE LITTLE WIZARD + + +Once upon a time there lived in the beautiful Emerald City, which lies +in the center of the fairy Land of Oz, a lovely girl called Princess +Ozma, who was ruler of all that country. And among those who served this +girlish Ruler and lived in a cozy suite of rooms in her splendid palace, +was a little, withered old man known as the Wizard of Oz. + +[Illustration] + +This little Wizard could do a good many queer things in magic; but he +was a kind man, with merry, twinkling eyes and a sweet smile; so, +instead of fearing him because of his magic, everybody loved him. + +Now, Ozma was very anxious that all her people who inhabited the +pleasant Land of Oz should be happy and contented, and therefore she +decided one morning to make a journey to all parts of the country, that +she might discover if anything was amiss, or anyone discontented, or if +there was any wrong that ought to be righted. She asked the little +Wizard to accompany her and he was glad to go. + +"Shall I take my bag of magic tools with me?" he asked. + +"Of course," said Ozma. "We may need a lot of magic before we return, +for we are going into strange corners of the land, where we may meet +with unknown creatures and dangerous adventures." + +So the Wizard took his bag of magic tools and the two left the Emerald +City and wandered over the country for many days, at last reaching a +place far up in the mountains which neither of them had ever visited +before. Stopping one morning at a cottage, built beside the rocky path +which led into a pretty valley beyond, Ozma asked a man: + +"Are you happy? Have you any complaint to make of your lot?" + +And the man replied: + +"We are happy except for three mischievous Imps that live in yonder +valley and often come here to annoy us. If your Highness would only +drive away those Imps, I and my family would be very happy and very +grateful to you." + +"Who are these bad Imps?" inquired the girl Ruler. + +"One is named Olite, and one Udent and one Ertinent, and they have no +respect for anyone or anything. If strangers pass through the valley the +Imps jeer at them and make horrid faces and call names, and often they +push travelers out of the path or throw stones at them. Whenever Imp +Olite or Imp Udent or Imp Ertinent comes here to bother us, I and my +family run into the house and lock all the doors and windows, and we +dare not venture out again until the Imps have gone away." + +Princess Ozma was grieved to hear this report and the little Wizard +shook his head gravely and said the naughty Imps deserved to be +punished. They told the good man they would see what could be done to +protect him and at once entered the valley to seek the dwelling place of +the three mischievous creatures. + +[Illustration] + +Before long they came upon three caves, hollowed from the rocks, and in +front of each cave squatted a queer little dwarf. Ozma and the Wizard +paused to examine them and found them well-shaped, strong and lively. +They had big round ears, flat noses and wide grinning mouths, and +their jet-black hair came to points on top of their heads, much +resembling horns. Their clothing fitted snugly to their bodies and limbs +and the Imps were so small in size that at first Ozma did not consider +them at all dangerous. But one of them suddenly reached out a hand and +caught the dress of the Princess, jerking it so sharply that she nearly +fell down, and a moment later another Imp pushed the little Wizard so +hard that he bumped against Ozma and both unexpectedly sat down upon the +ground. + +At this the Imps laughed boisterously and began running around in a +circle and kicking dust upon the Royal Princess, who cried in a sharp +voice: "Wizard, do your duty!" + +The Wizard promptly obeyed. Without rising from the ground he opened his +bag, got the tools he required and muttered a magic spell. + +Instantly the three Imps became three bushes--of a thorny stubby +kind--with their roots in the ground. As the bushes were at first +motionless, perhaps through surprise at their sudden transformation, the +Wizard and the Princess found time to rise from the ground and brush the +dust off their pretty clothes. Then Ozma turned to the bushes and said: + +"The unhappy lot you now endure, my poor Imps, is due entirely to your +naughty actions. You can no longer annoy harmless travelers and you +must remain ugly bushes, covered with sharp thorns, until you repent of +your bad ways and promise to be good Imps." + +"They can't help being good now, your Highness," said the Wizard, who +was much pleased with his work, "and the safest plan will be to allow +them always to remain bushes." + +But something must have been wrong with the Wizard's magic, or the +creatures had magic of their own, for no sooner were the words spoken +than the bushes began to move. At first they only waved their branches +at the girl and little man, but pretty soon they began to slide over the +ground, their roots dragging through the earth, and one pushed itself +against the Wizard and pricked him so sharply with its thorns that he +cried out: "Ouch!" and started to run away. + +[Illustration] + +Ozma followed, for the other bushes were trying to stick their thorns +into her legs and one actually got so near her that it tore a great rent +in her beautiful dress. The girl Princess could run, however, and she +followed the fleeing Wizard until he tumbled head first over a log and +rolled upon the ground. Then she sprang behind a tree and shouted: +"Quick! Transform them into something else." + +The Wizard heard, but he was much confused by his fall. Grabbing from +his bag the first magical tool he could find he transformed the bushes +into three white pigs. That astonished the Imps. In the shape of +pigs--fat, roly-poly and cute--they scampered off a little distance and +sat down to think about their new condition. + +Ozma drew a long breath and coming from behind the tree she said: + +"That is much better, Wiz, for such pigs as these must be quite +harmless. No one need now fear the mischievous Imps." + +"I intended to transform them into mice," replied the Wizard, "but in my +excitement I worked the wrong magic. However, unless the horrid +creatures behave themselves hereafter, they are liable to be killed and +eaten. They would make good chops, sausages or roasts." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +But the Imps were now angry and had no intention of behaving. As Ozma +and the little Wizard turned to resume their journey, the three pigs +rushed forward, dashed between their legs, and tripped them up, so that +both lost their balance and toppled over, clinging to one another. As +the Wizard tried to get up he was tripped again and fell across the back +of the third pig, which carried him on a run far down the valley until +it dumped the little man in the river. Ozma had been sprawled upon the +ground but found she was not hurt, so she picked herself up and ran to +the assistance of the Wizard, reaching him just as he was crawling out +of the river, gasping for breath and dripping with water. The girl could +not help laughing at his woeful appearance. But he had no sooner wiped +the wet from his eyes than one of the impish pigs tripped him again and +sent him into the river for a second bath. The pigs tried to trip Ozma, +too, but she ran around a stump and so managed to keep out of their way. +So the Wizard scrambled out of the water again and picked up a sharp +stick to defend himself. Then he mumbled a magic mutter which instantly +dried his clothes, after which he hurried to assist Ozma. The pigs were +afraid of the sharp stick and kept away from it. + +"This won't do," said the Princess. "We have accomplished nothing, for +the pig Imps would annoy travelers as much as the real Imps. Transform +them into something else, Wiz." + +[Illustration] + +The Wizard took time to think. Then he transformed the white pigs into +three blue doves. + +"Doves," said he, "are the most harmless things in the world." + +But scarcely had he spoken when the doves flew at them and tried to peck +out their eyes. When they endeavored to shield their eyes with their +hands, two of the doves bit the Wizard's fingers and another caught the +pretty pink ear of the Princess in its bill and gave it such a cruel +tweak that she cried out in pain and threw her skirt over her head. + +"These birds are worse than pigs, Wizard," she called to her companion. +"Nothing is harmless that is animated by impudent anger or impertinent +mischief. You must transform the Imps into something that is not alive." + +The Wizard was pretty busy, just then, driving off the birds, but he +managed to open his bag of magic and find a charm which instantly +transformed the doves into three buttons. As they fell to the ground he +picked them up and smiled with satisfaction. The tin button was Imp +Olite, the brass button was Imp Udent and the lead button was Imp +Ertinent. These buttons the Wizard placed in a little box which he put +in his jacket pocket. + +[Illustration] + +"Now," said he, "the Imps cannot annoy travelers, for we shall carry +them back with us to the Emerald City." + +"But we dare not use the buttons," said Ozma, smiling _once more_ now +that the danger was over. + +"Why not?" asked the Wizard. "I intend to sew them upon my coat and +watch them carefully. The spirits of the Imps are still in the buttons, +and after a time they will repent and be sorry for their naughtiness. +Then they will decide to be very good in the future. When they feel that +way, the tin button will turn to silver and the brass to gold, while the +lead button will become aluminum. I shall then restore them to their +proper forms, changing their names to pretty names instead of the ugly +ones they used to bear. Thereafter the three Imps will become good +citizens of the Land of Oz and I think you will find they will prove +faithful subjects of our beloved Princess Ozma." + +[Illustration] + +"Ah, that is magic well worthwhile," exclaimed Ozma, well pleased. +"There is no doubt, my friend, but that you are a very clever Wizard." + +[Illustration] + + + + +JACK PUMPKINHEAD AND THE SAWHORSE + + +In a room of the Royal Palace of the Emerald City of Oz hangs a Magic +Picture, in which are shown all the important scenes that transpire in +those fairy dominions. The scenes shift constantly and by watching them, +Ozma, the girl Ruler, is able to discover events taking place in any +part of her kingdom. + +One day she saw in her Magic Picture that a little girl and a little boy +had wandered together into a great, gloomy forest at the far west of Oz +and had become hopelessly lost. Their friends were seeking them in the +wrong direction and unless Ozma came to their rescue the little ones +would never be found in time to save them from starving. + +So the Princess sent a message to Jack Pumpkinhead and asked him to come +to the palace. This personage, one of the queerest of the queer +inhabitants of Oz, was an old friend and companion of Ozma. His form was +made of rough sticks fitted together and dressed in ordinary clothes. +His head was a pumpkin with a face carved upon it, and was set on top a +sharp stake which formed his neck. + +Jack was active, good-natured and a general favorite; but his pumpkin +head was likely to spoil with age, so in order to secure a good supply +of heads he grew a big field of pumpkins and lived in the middle of it, +his house being a huge pumpkin hollowed out. Whenever he needed a new +head he picked a pumpkin, carved a face on it and stuck it upon the +stake of his neck, throwing away the old head as of no further use. + +The day Ozma sent for him Jack was in prime condition and was glad to be +of service in rescuing the lost children. Ozma made him a map, showing +just where the forest was and how to get to it and the paths he must +take to reach the little ones. Then she said: + +[Illustration] + +"You'd better ride the Sawhorse, for he is swift and intelligent and +will help you accomplish your task." + +"All right," answered Jack, and went to the royal stable to tell the +Sawhorse to be ready for the trip. + +This remarkable animal was not unlike Jack Pumpkinhead in form, although +so different in shape. Its body was a log, with four sticks stuck into +it for legs. A branch at one end of the log served as a tail, while in +the other end was chopped a gash that formed a mouth. Above this were +two small knots that did nicely for eyes. The Sawhorse was the favorite +steed of Ozma and to prevent its wooden legs from wearing out she had +them shod with plates of gold. + +Jack said "Good morning" to the Sawhorse and placed upon the creature's +back a saddle of purple leather, studded with jewels. + +"Where now?" asked the horse, blinking its knot eyes at Jack. + +"We're going to rescue two babes in the wood," was the reply. Then he +climbed into the saddle and the wooden animal pranced out of the stable, +through the streets of the Emerald City and out upon the highway leading +to the western forest where the children were lost. + +Small though he was, the Sawhorse was swift and untiring. By nightfall +they were in the far west and quite close to the forest they sought. +They passed the night standing quietly by the roadside. They needed no +food, for their wooden bodies never became hungry; nor did they sleep, +because they never tired. At daybreak they continued their journey and +soon reached the forest. + +Jack now examined the map Ozma had given him and found the right path to +take, which the Sawhorse obediently followed. Underneath the trees all +was silent and gloomy and Jack beguiled the way by whistling gayly as +the Sawhorse trotted along. + +[Illustration] + +The paths branched so many times and in so many different ways that the +Pumpkinhead was often obliged to consult Ozma's map, and finally the +Sawhorse became suspicious. + +"Are you sure you are right?" it asked. + +"Of course," answered Jack. "Even a Pumpkinhead whose brains are seeds +can follow so clear a map as this. Every path is plainly marked, and +here is a cross where the children are." + +Finally they reached a place, in the very heart of the forest, where +they came upon the lost boy and girl. But they found the two children +bound fast to the trunk of a big tree, at the foot of which they were +sitting. + +When the rescuers arrived, the little girl was sobbing bitterly and the +boy was trying to comfort her, though he was probably frightened as +much as she. + +"Cheer up, my dears," said Jack, getting out of the saddle. "I have come +to take you back to your parents. But why are you bound to that tree?" + +"Because," cried a small, sharp voice, "they are thieves and robbers. +That's why!" + +"Dear me!" said Jack, looking around to see who had spoken. The voice +seemed to come from above. + +A big grey squirrel was sitting upon a low branch of the tree. Upon the +squirrel's head was a circle of gold, with a diamond set in the center +of it. He was running up and down the limbs and chattering excitedly. + +[Illustration] + +"These children," continued the squirrel, angrily, "robbed our +storehouse of all the nuts we had saved up for winter. Therefore, being +King of all the Squirrels in this forest, I ordered them arrested and +put in prison, as you now see them. They had no right to steal our +provisions and we are going to punish them." + +"We were hungry," said the boy, pleadingly, "and we found a hollow tree +full of nuts, and ate them to keep alive. We didn't want to starve when +there was food right in front of us." + +"Quite right," remarked Jack, nodding his pumpkin head. "I don't blame +you one bit, under the circumstances. Not a bit." + +Then he began to untie the ropes that bound the children to the tree. + +"Stop that!" cried the King Squirrel, chattering and whisking about. +"You mustn't release our prisoners. You have no right to." + +But Jack paid no attention to the protest. His wooden fingers were +awkward and it took him some time to untie the ropes. When at last he +succeeded, the tree was full of squirrels, called together by their +King, and they were furious at losing their prisoners. From the tree +they began to hurl nuts at the Pumpkinhead, who laughed at them as he +helped the two children to their feet. + +[Illustration] + +Now, at the top of this tree was a big dead limb, and so many squirrels +gathered upon it that suddenly it broke away and fell to the ground. +Poor Jack was standing directly under it and when the limb struck him it +smashed his pumpkin head into a pulpy mass and sent Jack's wooden form +tumbling, to stop with a bump against a tree a dozen feet away. + +He sat up, a moment afterward, but when he felt for his head it was +gone. He could not see; neither could he speak. It was perhaps the +greatest misfortune that could have happened to Jack Pumpkinhead, and +the squirrels were delighted. They danced around in the tree in great +glee as they saw Jack's plight. + +[Illustration] + +The boy and girl were indeed free, but their protector was ruined. The +Sawhorse was there, however, and in his way he was wise. He had seen +the accident and knew that the smashed pumpkin would never again serve +Jack as a head. So he said to the children, who were frightened at this +accident to their new found friend: + +"Pick up the Pumpkinhead's body and set it on my saddle. Then mount +behind it and hold on. We must get out of this forest as soon as we can, +or the squirrels may capture you again. I must guess at the right path, +for Jack's map is no longer of any use to him since that limb destroyed +his head." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The two children lifted Jack's body, which was not at all heavy, and +placed it upon the saddle. Then they climbed up behind it and the +Sawhorse immediately turned and trotted back along the path he had +come, bearing all three with ease. However, when the path began to +branch into many paths, all following different directions, the wooden +animal became puzzled and soon was wandering aimlessly about, without +any hope of finding the right way. Toward evening they came upon a fine +fruit tree, which furnished the children a supper, and at night the +little ones lay upon a bed of leaves while the Sawhorse stood watch, +with the limp, headless form of poor Jack Pumpkinhead lying helpless +across the saddle. + +Now, Ozma had seen in her Magic Picture all that had happened in the +forest, so she sent the little Wizard, mounted upon the Cowardly Lion, +to save the unfortunates. The Lion knew the forest well and when he +reached it he bounded straight through the tangled paths to where the +Sawhorse was wandering, with Jack and the two children on his back. + +The Wizard was grieved at the sight of the headless Jack, but believed +he could save him. He first led the Sawhorse out of the forest and +restored the boy and girl to the arms of their anxious friends, and then +he sent the Lion back to Ozma to tell her what had happened. + +[Illustration] + +The Wizard now mounted the Sawhorse and supported Jack's form on the +long ride to the pumpkin field. When they arrived at Jack's house the +Wizard selected a fine pumpkin--not too ripe--and very neatly carved a +face on it. Then he stuck the pumpkin solidly on Jack's neck and asked +him: + +"Well, old friend, how do you feel?" + +"Fine!" replied Jack, and shook the hand of the little Wizard +gratefully. "You have really saved my life, for without your assistance +I could not have found my way home to get a new head. But I'm all right, +now, and I shall be very careful not to get this beautiful head +smashed." And he shook the Wizard's hand again. + +"Are the brains in the new head any better than the old ones?" inquired +the Sawhorse, who had watched Jack's restoration. + +"Why, these seeds are quite tender," replied the Wizard, "so they will +give our friend tender thoughts. But, to speak truly, my dear Sawhorse, +Jack Pumpkinhead, with all his good qualities, will never be noted for +his wisdom." + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE SCARECROW AND THE TIN WOODMAN + + +There lived in the Land of Oz two queerly made men who were the best of +friends. They were so much happier when together that they were seldom +apart; yet they liked to separate, once in a while, that they might +enjoy the pleasure of meeting again. + +One was a Scarecrow. That means he was a suit of blue Munchkin clothes, +stuffed with straw, on top of which was fastened a round cloth head, +filled with bran to hold it in shape. On the head were painted two eyes, +two ears, a nose and a mouth. The Scarecrow had never been much of a +success in scaring crows, but he prided himself on being a superior man, +because he could feel no pain, was never tired and did not have to eat +or drink. His brains were sharp, for the Wizard of Oz had put pins and +needles in the Scarecrow's brains. + +The other man was made all of tin, his arms and legs and head being +cleverly jointed so that he could move them freely. He was known as the +Tin Woodman, having at one time been a woodchopper, and everyone loved +him because the Wizard had given him an excellent heart of red plush. + +The Tin Woodman lived in a magnificent tin castle, built on his country +estate in the Winkie Land, not far from the Emerald City of Oz. It had +pretty tin furniture and was surrounded by lovely gardens in which were +many tin trees and beds of tin flowers. The palace of the Scarecrow was +not far distant, on the banks of a river, and this palace was in the +shape of an immense ear of corn. + +One morning the Tin Woodman went to visit his friend the Scarecrow, and +as they had nothing better to do they decided to take a boat ride on the +river. So they got into the Scarecrow's boat, which was formed from a +big corncob, hollowed out and pointed at both ends and decorated around +the edges with brilliant jewels. The sail was of purple silk and +glittered gayly in the sunshine. + +There was a good breeze that day, so the boat glided swiftly over the +water. By and by they came to a smaller river that flowed from out a +deep forest, and the Tin Woodman proposed they sail up this stream, as +it would be cool and shady beneath the trees of the forest. So the +Scarecrow, who was steering, turned the boat up the stream and the +friends continued talking together of old times and the wonderful +adventures they had met with while traveling with Dorothy, the little +Kansas girl. They became so much interested in this talk that they +forgot to notice that the boat was now sailing through the forest, or +that the stream was growing more narrow and crooked. + +Suddenly the Scarecrow glanced up and saw a big rock just ahead of them. + +"Look out!" he cried; but the warning came too late. + +The Tin Woodman sprang to his feet just as the boat bumped into the +rock, and the jar made him lose his balance. He toppled and fell +overboard and being made of tin he sank to the bottom of the water in an +instant and lay there at full length, face up. + +Immediately the Scarecrow threw out the anchor, so as to hold the boat +in that place, and then he leaned over the side and through the clear +water looked at his friend sorrowfully. + +[Illustration] + +"Dear me!" he exclaimed; "what a _misfortune_!" + +"It is, indeed," replied the Tin Woodman, speaking in muffled tones +because so much water covered him. "I cannot drown, of course, but I +must lie here until you find a way to get me out. Meantime, the water is +soaking into all my joints and I shall become badly rusted before I am +rescued." + +"Very true," agreed the Scarecrow; "but be patient, my friend, and I'll +dive down and get you. My straw will not rust, and is easily replaced, +if damaged, so I'm not afraid of the water." + +The Scarecrow now took off his hat and made a dive from the boat into +the water; but he was so light in weight that he barely dented the +surface of the stream, nor could he reach the Tin Woodman with his +outstretched straw arms. So he floated to the boat and climbed into it, +saying the while: + +"Do not despair, my friend. We have an extra anchor aboard, and I will +tie it around my waist, to make me sink, and dive again." + +"Don't do that!" called the tin man. "That would anchor you also to the +bottom, where I am, and we'd both be helpless." + +"True enough," sighed the Scarecrow, wiping his wet face with a +handkerchief; and then he gave a cry of astonishment, for he found he +had wiped off one painted eye and now had but one eye to see with. + +[Illustration] + +"How dreadful!" said the poor Scarecrow. "That eye must have been +painted in water-color, instead of oil. I must be careful not to wipe +off the other eye, for then I could not see to help you at all." + +A shriek of elfish laughter greeted this speech and looking up the +Scarecrow found the trees full of black crows, who seemed much amused by +the straw man's one-eyed countenance. He knew the crows well, however, +and they had usually been friendly to him because he had never deceived +them into thinking he was a meat man--the sort of man they really +feared. + +"Don't laugh," said he; "you may lose an eye yourselves some day." + +[Illustration] + +"We couldn't look as funny as you, if we did," replied one old crow, the +king of them. "But what has gone wrong with you?" + +"The Tin Woodman, my dear friend and companion, has fallen overboard and +is now on the bottom of the river," said the Scarecrow. "I'm trying to +get him out again, but I fear I shall not succeed." + +"Why, it's easy enough," declared the old crow. "Tie a string to him and +all of my crows will fly down, take hold of the string, and pull him up +out of the water. There are hundreds of us here, so our united strength +could lift much more than that." + +"But I can't tie a string to him," replied the Scarecrow. "My straw is +so light that I am unable to dive through the water. I've tried it, and +knocked one eye out." + +"Can't you fish for him?" + +"Ah, that is a good idea," said the Scarecrow. "I'll make the attempt." + +He found a fishline in the boat, with a stout hook at the end of it. No +bait was needed, so the Scarecrow dropped the hook into the water till +it touched the Woodman. + +"Hook it into a joint," advised the crow, who was now perched upon a +branch that stuck far out and bent down over the water. + +The Scarecrow tried to do this, but having only one eye he could not see +the joints very clearly. + +"Hurry up, please," begged the Tin Woodman; "you've no idea how damp it +is down here." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Can't you help?" asked the crow. + +"How?" inquired the tin man. + +"Catch the line and hook it around your neck." + +The Tin Woodman made the attempt and after several trials wound the line +around his neck and hooked it securely. + +"Good!" cried the King Crow, a mischievous old fellow. "Now, then, we'll +all grab the line and pull you out." + +At once the air was filled with black crows, each of whom seized the +cord with beak or talons. The Scarecrow watched them with much interest +and forgot that he had tied the other end of the line around his own +waist, so he would not lose it while fishing for his friend. + +"All together for the good caws!" shrieked the King Crow, and with a +great flapping of wings the birds rose into the air. + +The Scarecrow clapped his stuffed hands in glee as he saw his friend +drawn from the water into the air; but the next moment the straw man was +himself in the air, his stuffed legs kicking wildly; for the crows had +flown straight up through the trees. On one end of the line dangled the +Tin Woodman, hung by the neck, and on the other dangled the Scarecrow, +hung by the waist and clinging fast to the spare anchor of the boat, +which he had seized hoping to save himself. + +"Hi, there--be careful!" shouted the Scarecrow to the crows. "Don't take +us so high. Land us on the river bank." + +[Illustration] + +But the crows were bent on mischief. They thought it a good joke to +bother the two, now that they held them captive. + +"Here's where the crows scare the Scarecrow!" chuckled the naughty King +Crow, and at his command the birds flew over the forest to where a tall +dead tree stood higher than all the other trees. At the very top was a +crotch, formed by two dead limbs, and into the crotch the crows dropped +the center of the line. Then, letting go their hold, they flew away, +chattering with laughter, and left the two friends suspended high in the +air--one on each side of the tree. + +Now the Tin Woodman was much heavier than the Scarecrow, but the reason +they balanced so nicely was because the straw man still clung fast to +the iron anchor. There they hung, not ten feet apart, yet unable to +reach the bare tree-trunk. + +"For goodness sake don't drop that anchor," said the Tin Woodman +anxiously. + +"Why not?" inquired the Scarecrow. + +"If you did I'd tumble to the ground, where my tin would be badly dented +by the fall. Also you would shoot into the air and alight somewhere +among the tree-tops." + +"Then," said the Scarecrow, earnestly, "I shall hold fast to the +anchor." + +For a time they both dangled in silence, the breeze swaying them gently +to and fro. Finally the tin man said: "Here is an emergency, friend, +where only brains can help us. We must think of some way to escape." + +"I'll do the thinking," replied the Scarecrow. "My brains are the +sharpest." + +He thought so long that the tin man grew tired and tried to change his +position, but found his joints had already rusted so badly that he could +not move them. And his oil-can was back in the boat. + +"Do you suppose your brains are rusted, friend Scarecrow?" he asked in a +weak voice, for his jaws would scarcely move. + +"No, indeed. Ah, here's an idea at last!" + +And with this the Scarecrow clapped his hands to his head, forgetting +the anchor, which tumbled to the ground. The result was astonishing; +for, just as the tin man had said, the light Scarecrow flew into the +air, sailed over the top of the tree and landed in a bramble-bush, while +the tin man fell plump to the ground, and landing on a bed of dry leaves +was not dented at all. The Tin Woodman's joints were so rusted, however, +that he was unable to move, while the thorns held the Scarecrow a fast +prisoner. + +While they were in this sad plight the sound of hoofs was heard and +along the forest path rode the little Wizard of Oz, seated on a wooden +Sawhorse. He smiled when he saw the one-eyed head of the Scarecrow +sticking out of the bramble-bush, but he helped the poor straw man out +of his prison. + +"Thank you, dear Wiz," said the grateful Scarecrow. "Now we must get the +oil-can and rescue the Tin Woodman." + +[Illustration] + +Together they ran to the river bank, but the boat was floating in +midstream and the Wizard was obliged to mumble some magic words to draw +it to the bank, so the Scarecrow could get the oil-can. Then back they +flew to the tin man, and while the Scarecrow carefully oiled each joint +the little Wizard moved the joints gently back and forth until they +worked freely. After an hour of this labor the Tin Woodman was again on +his feet, and although still a little stiff he managed to walk to the +boat. + +The Wizard and the Sawhorse also got aboard the corncob craft and +together they returned to the Scarecrow's palace. 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