diff options
| author | Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org> | 2025-10-15 05:15:04 -0700 |
|---|---|---|
| committer | Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org> | 2025-10-15 05:15:04 -0700 |
| commit | 2e852e7ed438d0c1d284ab7dc95bfb89defb47c4 (patch) | |
| tree | 049ccb057b0417ed1f5f92413d3515109621a983 | |
| -rw-r--r-- | .gitattributes | 3 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 485-h.zip | bin | 0 -> 92126 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 485-h/485-h.htm | 8169 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 485.txt | 5564 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 485.zip | bin | 0 -> 89385 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | LICENSE.txt | 11 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | README.md | 2 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10.txt | 5405 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10.zip | bin | 0 -> 95204 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10h.htm | 5517 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10h.zip | bin | 0 -> 90832 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10l.lit | bin | 0 -> 90426 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10l.zip | bin | 0 -> 81713 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10p.prc | bin | 0 -> 134562 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | old/rd2oz10p.zip | bin | 0 -> 120131 bytes |
15 files changed, 24671 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/485-h.zip b/485-h.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5c547c --- /dev/null +++ b/485-h.zip diff --git a/485-h/485-h.htm b/485-h/485-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f28a471 --- /dev/null +++ b/485-h/485-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,8169 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<HTML> +<HEAD> + +<META HTTP-EQUIV="Content-Type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<TITLE> +The Project Gutenberg E-text of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum +</TITLE> + +<STYLE TYPE="text/css"> +BODY { color: Black; + background: White; + margin-right: 10%; + margin-left: 10%; + font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; + text-align: justify } + +P {text-indent: 4% } + +P.noindent {text-indent: 0% } + +P.poem {text-indent: 0%; + margin-left: 10%; + font-size: small } + +P.finis { text-align: center ; + text-indent: 0% ; + margin-left: 0% ; + margin-right: 0% } + +</STYLE> + +</HEAD> + +<BODY> + + +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum + +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: The Road to Oz + +Author: L. Frank Baum + +Posting Date: July 21, 2008 [EBook #485] +Release Date: April, 1996 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROAD TO OZ *** + + + + +Produced by Warren Baldwin and Dennis Amundson. + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> +<tr> +<td> +THERE IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY VIEWED AT EBOOK <big><b><a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/26624"> +[# 26624 ]</a></b></big> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +The Road to Oz +</H1> + +<BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +In which is related how Dorothy Gale of Kansas,<BR> +The Shaggy Man, Button Bright, and Polychrome<BR> +the Rainbow's Daughter met on an<BR> +Enchanted Road and followed<BR> +it all the way to the<BR> +Marvelous Land<BR> +of Oz.<BR> +</H3> + +<BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +by +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +L. Frank Baum +</H2> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +"Royal Historian of Oz" +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +Contents +</H2> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +<A HREF="#chap00">—To My Readers—</A><BR> +1. <A HREF="#chap01">The Way to Butterfield</A><BR> +2. <A HREF="#chap02">Dorothy Meets Button-Bright</A><BR> +3. <A HREF="#chap03">A Queer Village</A><BR> +4. <A HREF="#chap04">King Dox</A><BR> +5. <A HREF="#chap05">The Rainbow's Daughter</A><BR> +6. <A HREF="#chap06">The City of Beasts</A><BR> +7. <A HREF="#chap07">The Shaggy Man's Transformation</A><BR> +8. <A HREF="#chap08">The Musicker</A><BR> +9. <A HREF="#chap09">Facing the Scoodlers</A><BR> +10. <A HREF="#chap10">Escaping the Soup-Kettle</A><BR> +11. <A HREF="#chap11">Johnny Dooit Does It</A><BR> +12. <A HREF="#chap12">The Deadly Desert Crossed</A><BR> +13. <A HREF="#chap13">The Truth Pond</A><BR> +14. <A HREF="#chap14">Tik-Tok and Billina</A><BR> +15. <A HREF="#chap15">The Emperor's Tin Castle</A><BR> +16. <A HREF="#chap16">Visiting the Pumpkin-Field</A><BR> +17. <A HREF="#chap17">The Royal Chariot Arrives</A><BR> +18. <A HREF="#chap18">The Emerald City</A><BR> +19. <A HREF="#chap19">The Shaggy Man's Welcome</A><BR> +20. <A HREF="#chap20">Princess Ozma of Oz</A><BR> +21. <A HREF="#chap21">Dorothy Receives the Guests</A><BR> +22. <A HREF="#chap22">Important Arrivals</A><BR> +23. <A HREF="#chap23">The Grand Banquet</A><BR> +24. <A HREF="#chap24">The Birthday Celebration</A><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap00"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +To My Readers +</H3> + +<P> +Well, my dears, here is what you have asked for: another "Oz Book" +about Dorothy's strange adventures. Toto is in this story, because you +wanted him to be there, and many other characters which you will +recognize are in the story, too. Indeed, the wishes of my little +correspondents have been considered as carefully as possible, and if +the story is not exactly as you would have written it yourselves, you +must remember that a story has to be a story before it can be written +down, and the writer cannot change it much without spoiling it. +</P> + +<P> +In the preface to "Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz" I said I would like to +write some stories that were not "Oz" stories, because I thought I had +written about Oz long enough; but since that volume was published I +have been fairly deluged with letters from children imploring me to +"write more about Dorothy," and "more about Oz," and since I write only +to please the children I shall try to respect their wishes. +</P> + +<P> +There are some new characters in this book that ought to win your love. +I'm very fond of the shaggy man myself, and I think you will like him, +too. As for Polychrome—the Rainbow's Daughter—and stupid little +Button-Bright, they seem to have brought a new element of fun into +these Oz stories, and I am glad I discovered them. Yet I am anxious to +have you write and tell me how you like them. +</P> + +<P> +Since this book was written I have received some very remarkable News +from The Land of Oz, which has greatly astonished me. I believe it +will astonish you, too, my dears, when you hear it. But it is such a +long and exciting story that it must be saved for another book—and +perhaps that book will be the last story that will ever be told about +the Land of Oz. +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +L. FRANK BAUM +<BR> +Coronado, 1909. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap01"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +1. The Way to Butterfield +</H3> + +<P> +"Please, miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road to +Butterfield?" +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy looked him over. Yes, he was shaggy, all right, but there was +a twinkle in his eye that seemed pleasant. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes," she replied; "I can tell you. But it isn't this road at all." +</P> + +<P> +"No?" +</P> + +<P> +"You cross the ten-acre lot, follow the lane to the highway, go north +to the five branches, and take—let me see—" +</P> + +<P> +"To be sure, miss; see as far as Butterfield, if you like," said the +shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"You take the branch next the willow stump, I b'lieve; or else the +branch by the gopher holes; or else—" +</P> + +<P> +"Won't any of 'em do, miss?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Course not, Shaggy Man. You must take the right road to get to +Butterfield." +</P> + +<P> +"And is that the one by the gopher stump, or—" +</P> + +<P> +"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I shall have to show you the way, you're so +stupid. Wait a minute till I run in the house and get my sunbonnet." +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man waited. He had an oat-straw in his mouth, which he +chewed slowly as if it tasted good; but it didn't. There was an +apple-tree beside the house, and some apples had fallen to the ground. +The shaggy man thought they would taste better than the oat-straw, so +he walked over to get some. A little black dog with bright brown eyes +dashed out of the farm-house and ran madly toward the shaggy man, who +had already picked up three apples and put them in one of the big wide +pockets of his shaggy coat. The little dog barked and made a dive for +the shaggy man's leg; but he grabbed the dog by the neck and put it in +his big pocket along with the apples. He took more apples, afterward, +for many were on the ground; and each one that he tossed into his +pocket hit the little dog somewhere upon the head or back, and made him +growl. The little dog's name was Toto, and he was sorry he had been +put in the shaggy man's pocket. +</P> + +<P> +Pretty soon Dorothy came out of the house with her sunbonnet, and she +called out: +</P> + +<P> +"Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to +Butterfield." She climbed the fence into the ten-acre lot and he +followed her, walking slowly and stumbling over the little hillocks in +the pasture as if he was thinking of something else and did not notice +them. +</P> + +<P> +"My, but you're clumsy!" said the little girl. "Are your feet tired?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, miss; it's my whiskers; they tire very easily in this warm +weather," said he. "I wish it would snow, don't you?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look. +"If it snowed in August it would spoil the corn and the oats and the +wheat; and then Uncle Henry wouldn't have any crops; and that would +make him poor; and—" +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind," said the shaggy man. "It won't snow, I guess. Is this +the lane?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied Dorothy, climbing another fence; "I'll go as far as the +highway with you." +</P> + +<P> +"Thankee, miss; you're very kind for your size, I'm sure," said he +gratefully. +</P> + +<P> +"It isn't everyone who knows the road to Butterfield," Dorothy remarked +as she tripped along the lane; "but I've driven there many a time with +Uncle Henry, and so I b'lieve I could find it blindfolded." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't do that, miss," said the shaggy man earnestly; "you might make a +mistake." +</P> + +<P> +"I won't," she answered, laughing. "Here's the highway. Now it's the +second—no, the third turn to the left—or else it's the fourth. Let's +see. The first one is by the elm tree, and the second is by the gopher +holes; and then—" +</P> + +<P> +"Then what?" he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets. Toto +grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of that +pocket quickly, and said "Oh!" +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with her +arm, looking anxiously down the road. +</P> + +<P> +"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may as +well show you." +</P> + +<P> +After a while, they came to the place where five roads branched in +different directions; Dorothy pointed to one, and said: +</P> + +<P> +"That's it, Shaggy Man." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm much obliged, miss," he said, and started along another road. +</P> + +<P> +"Not that one!" she cried; "you're going wrong." +</P> + +<P> +He stopped. +</P> + +<P> +"I thought you said that other was the road to Butterfield," said he, +running his fingers through his shaggy whiskers in a puzzled way. +</P> + +<P> +"So it is." +</P> + +<P> +"But I don't want to go to Butterfield, miss." +</P> + +<P> +"You don't?" +</P> + +<P> +"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go +there by mistake." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm not particular, miss." +</P> + +<P> +This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too, +to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing. +</P> + +<P> +"There are a good many roads here," observed the shaggy man, turning +slowly around, like a human windmill. "Seems to me a person could go +'most anywhere, from this place." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy turned around too, and gazed in surprise. There WERE a good +many roads; more than she had ever seen before. She tried to count +them, knowing there ought to be five, but when she had counted +seventeen she grew bewildered and stopped, for the roads were as many +as the spokes of a wheel and ran in every direction from the place +where they stood; so if she kept on counting she was likely to count +some of the roads twice. +</P> + +<P> +"Dear me!" she exclaimed. "There used to be only five roads, highway +and all. And now—why, where's the highway, Shaggy Man?" +</P> + +<P> +"Can't say, miss," he responded, sitting down upon the ground as if +tired with standing. "Wasn't it here a minute ago?" +</P> + +<P> +"I thought so," she answered, greatly perplexed. "And I saw the gopher +holes, too, and the dead stump; but they're not here now. These roads +are all strange—and what a lot of them there are! Where do you +suppose they all go to?" +</P> + +<P> +"Roads," observed the shaggy man, "don't go anywhere. They stay in one +place, so folks can walk on them." +</P> + +<P> +He put his hand in his side-pocket and drew out an apple—quick, before +Toto could bite him again. The little dog got his head out this time +and said "Bow-wow!" so loudly that it made Dorothy jump. +</P> + +<P> +"O, Toto!" she cried; "where did you come from?" +</P> + +<P> +"I brought him along," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"What for?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"To guard these apples in my pocket, miss, so no one would steal them." +</P> + +<P> +With one hand the shaggy man held the apple, which he began eating, +while with the other hand he pulled Toto out of his pocket and dropped +him to the ground. Of course Toto made for Dorothy at once, barking +joyfully at his release from the dark pocket. When the child had +patted his head lovingly, he sat down before her, his red tongue +hanging out one side of his mouth, and looked up into her face with his +bright brown eyes, as if asking her what they should do next. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy didn't know. She looked around her anxiously for some familiar +landmark; but everything was strange. Between the branches of the many +roads were green meadows and a few shrubs and trees, but she couldn't +see anywhere the farm-house from which she had just come, or anything +she had ever seen before—except the shaggy man and Toto. Besides +this, she had turned around and around so many times trying to find out +where she was, that now she couldn't even tell which direction the +farm-house ought to be in; and this began to worry her and make her +feel anxious. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm 'fraid, Shaggy Man," she said, with a sigh, "that we're lost!" +</P> + +<P> +"That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied, throwing away the core of +his apple and beginning to eat another one. "Each of these roads must +lead somewhere, or it wouldn't be here. So what does it matter?" +</P> + +<P> +"I want to go home again," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, why don't you?" said he. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know which road to take." +</P> + +<P> +"That is too bad," he said, shaking his shaggy head gravely. "I wish I +could help you; but I can't. I'm a stranger in these parts." +</P> + +<P> +"Seems as if I were, too," she said, sitting down beside him. "It's +funny. A few minutes ago I was home, and I just came to show you the +way to Butterfield—" +</P> + +<P> +"So I shouldn't make a mistake and go there—" +</P> + +<P> +"And now I'm lost myself and don't know how to get home!" +</P> + +<P> +"Have an apple," suggested the shaggy man, handing her one with pretty +red cheeks. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm not hungry," said Dorothy, pushing it away. +</P> + +<P> +"But you may be, to-morrow; then you'll be sorry you didn't eat the +apple," said he. +</P> + +<P> +"If I am, I'll eat the apple then," promised Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps there won't be any apple then," he returned, beginning to eat +the red-cheeked one himself. "Dogs sometimes can find their way home +better than people," he went on; "perhaps your dog can lead you back to +the farm." +</P> + +<P> +"Will you, Toto?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +Toto wagged his tail vigorously. +</P> + +<P> +"All right," said the girl; "let's go home." +</P> + +<P> +Toto looked around a minute and dashed up one of the roads. +</P> + +<P> +"Good-bye, Shaggy Man," called Dorothy, and ran after Toto. The little +dog pranced briskly along for some distance; when he turned around and +looked at his mistress questioningly. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, don't 'spect ME to tell you anything; I don't know the way," she +said. "You'll have to find it yourself." +</P> + +<P> +But Toto couldn't. He wagged his tail, and sneezed, and shook his +ears, and trotted back where they had left the shaggy man. From here +he started along another road; then came back and tried another; but +each time he found the way strange and decided it would not take them +to the farm-house. Finally, when Dorothy had begun to tire with +chasing after him, Toto sat down panting beside the shaggy man and gave +up. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy sat down, too, very thoughtful. The little girl had +encountered some queer adventures since she came to live at the farm; +but this was the queerest of them all. To get lost in fifteen minutes, +so near to her home and in the unromantic State of Kansas, was an +experience that fairly bewildered her. +</P> + +<P> +"Will your folks worry?" asked the shaggy man, his eyes twinkling in a +pleasant way. +</P> + +<P> +"I s'pose so," answered Dorothy with a sigh. "Uncle Henry says there's +ALWAYS something happening to me; but I've always come home safe at the +last. So perhaps he'll take comfort and think I'll come home safe this +time." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure you will," said the shaggy man, smilingly nodding at her. +"Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I'm +good, too; so nothing ever hurts me." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy looked at him curiously. His clothes were shaggy, his boots +were shaggy and full of holes, and his hair and whiskers were shaggy. +But his smile was sweet and his eyes were kind. +</P> + +<P> +"Why didn't you want to go to Butterfield?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Because a man lives there who owes me fifteen cents, and if I went to +Butterfield and he saw me he'd want to pay me the money. I don't want +money, my dear." +</P> + +<P> +"Why not?" she inquired. +</P> + +<P> +"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty. I +don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love +me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet, everyone I meet is sure to +love me dearly." +</P> + +<P> +"The Love Magnet! Why, what's that?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'll show you, if you won't tell any one," he answered, in a low, +mysterious voice. +</P> + +<P> +"There isn't any one to tell, 'cept Toto," said the girl. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man searched in one pocket, carefully; and in another +pocket; and in a third. At last he drew out a small parcel wrapped in +crumpled paper and tied with a cotton string. He unwound the string, +opened the parcel, and took out a bit of metal shaped like a horseshoe. +It was dull and brown, and not very pretty. +</P> + +<P> +"This, my dear," said he, impressively, "is the wonderful Love Magnet. +It was given me by an Eskimo in the Sandwich Islands—where there are +no sandwiches at all—and as long as I carry it every living thing I +meet will love me dearly." +</P> + +<P> +"Why didn't the Eskimo keep it?" she asked, looking at the Magnet with +interest. +</P> + +<P> +"He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. So +he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him." +</P> + +<P> +"Wasn't he sorry then?" she inquired. +</P> + +<P> +"He didn't say," replied the shaggy man, wrapping and tying the Love +Magnet with great care and putting it away in another pocket. "But the +bear didn't seem sorry a bit," he added. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you know the bear?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; we used to play ball together in the Caviar Islands. The bear +loved me because I had the Love Magnet. I couldn't blame him for +eating the Eskimo, because it was his nature to do so." +</P> + +<P> +"Once," said Dorothy, "I knew a Hungry Tiger who longed to eat fat +babies, because it was his nature to; but he never ate any because he +had a Conscience." +</P> + +<P> +"This bear," replied the shaggy man, with a sigh, "had no Conscience, +you see." +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man sat silent for several minutes, apparently considering +the cases of the bear and the tiger, while Toto watched him with an air +of great interest. The little dog was doubtless thinking of his ride +in the shaggy man's pocket and planning to keep out of reach in the +future. +</P> + +<P> +At last the shaggy man turned and inquired, "What's your name, little +girl?" +</P> + +<P> +"My name's Dorothy," said she, jumping up again, "but what are we going +to do? We can't stay here forever, you know." +</P> + +<P> +"Let's take the seventh road," he suggested. "Seven is a lucky number +for little girls named Dorothy." +</P> + +<P> +"The seventh from where?" +</P> + +<P> +"From where you begin to count." +</P> + +<P> +So she counted seven roads, and the seventh looked just like all the +others; but the shaggy man got up from the ground where he had been +sitting and started down this road as if sure it was the best way to +go; and Dorothy and Toto followed him. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap02"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright +</H3> + +<P> +The seventh road was a good road, and curved this way and that—winding +through green meadows and fields covered with daisies and buttercups +and past groups of shady trees. There were no houses of any sort to be +seen, and for some distance they met with no living creature at all. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy began to fear they were getting a good way from the farm-house, +since here everything was strange to her; but it would do no good at +all to go back where the other roads all met, because the next one they +chose might lead her just as far from home. +</P> + +<P> +She kept on beside the shaggy man, who whistled cheerful tunes to +beguile the journey, until by and by they followed a turn in the road +and saw before them a big chestnut tree making a shady spot over the +highway. In the shade sat a little boy dressed in sailor clothes, who +was digging a hole in the earth with a bit of wood. He must have been +digging some time, because the hole was already big enough to drop a +football into. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy and Toto and the shaggy man came to a halt before the little +boy, who kept on digging in a sober and persistent fashion. +</P> + +<P> +"Who are you?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +He looked up at her calmly. His face was round and chubby and his eyes +were big, blue and earnest. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm Button-Bright," said he. +</P> + +<P> +"But what's your real name?" she inquired. +</P> + +<P> +"Button-Bright." +</P> + +<P> +"That isn't a really-truly name!" she exclaimed. +</P> + +<P> +"Isn't it?" he asked, still digging. +</P> + +<P> +"'Course not. It's just a—a thing to call you by. You must have a +name." +</P> + +<P> +"Must I?" +</P> + +<P> +"To be sure. What does your mama call you?" +</P> + +<P> +He paused in his digging and tried to think. +</P> + +<P> +"Papa always said I was bright as a button; so mama always called me +Button-Bright," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"What is your papa's name?" +</P> + +<P> +"Just Papa." +</P> + +<P> +"What else?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know." +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, smiling. "We'll call the boy +Button-Bright, as his mama does. That name is as good as any, and +better than some." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy watched the boy dig. +</P> + +<P> +"Where do you live?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"How did you come here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," he said again. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you know where you came from?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said he. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, he must be lost," she said to the shaggy man. She turned to the +boy once more. +</P> + +<P> +"What are you going to do?" she inquired. +</P> + +<P> +"Dig," said he. +</P> + +<P> +"But you can't dig forever; and what are you going to do then?" she +persisted. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"But you MUST know SOMETHING," declared Dorothy, getting provoked. +</P> + +<P> +"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course you must." +</P> + +<P> +"What must I know?" +</P> + +<P> +"What's going to become of you, for one thing," she answered. +</P> + +<P> +"Do YOU know what's going to become of me?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Not—not 'zactly," she admitted. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know what's going to become of YOU?" he continued, earnestly. +</P> + +<P> +"I can't say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present +difficulties. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"No one knows everything, Dorothy," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"But Button-Bright doesn't seem to know ANYthing," she declared. "Do +you, Button-Bright?" +</P> + +<P> +He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied with +perfect calmness: +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know." +</P> + +<P> +Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little +information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure +to worry about him. He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, +and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much +pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this +lonely road? she wondered. +</P> + +<P> +Near Button-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor +on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, and +the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its corners. +The boy was still digging at his hole. +</P> + +<P> +"Have you ever been to sea?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"To see what?" answered Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I mean, have you ever been where there's water?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Button-Bright; "there's a well in our back yard." +</P> + +<P> +"You don't understand," cried Dorothy. "I mean, have you ever been on +a big ship floating on a big ocean?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said he. +</P> + +<P> +"Then why do you wear sailor clothes?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," he answered, again. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy was in despair. +</P> + +<P> +"You're just AWFUL stupid, Button-Bright," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"Am I?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, you are." +</P> + +<P> +"Why?" looking up at her with big eyes. +</P> + +<P> +She was going to say: "Don't know," but stopped herself in time. +</P> + +<P> +"That's for you to answer," she replied. +</P> + +<P> +"It's no use asking Button-Bright questions," said the shaggy man, who +had been eating another apple; "but someone ought to take care of the +poor little chap, don't you think? So he'd better come along with us." +</P> + +<P> +Toto had been looking with great curiosity in the hole which the boy +was digging, and growing more and more excited every minute, perhaps +thinking that Button-Bright was after some wild animal. The little dog +began barking loudly and jumped into the hole himself, where he began +to dig with his tiny paws, making the earth fly in all directions. It +spattered over the boy. Dorothy seized him and raised him to his feet, +brushing his clothes with her hand. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop that, Toto!" she called. "There aren't any mice or woodchucks in +that hole, so don't be foolish." +</P> + +<P> +Toto stopped, sniffed at the hole suspiciously, and jumped out of it, +wagging his tail as if he had done something important. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," said the shaggy man, "let's start on, or we won't get anywhere +before night comes." +</P> + +<P> +"Where do you expect to get to?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm like Button-Bright. I don't know," answered the shaggy man, with +a laugh. "But I've learned from long experience that every road leads +somewhere, or there wouldn't be any road; so it's likely that if we +travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in +the end. What place it will be we can't even guess at this moment, but +we're sure to find out when we get there." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "that seems reas'n'ble, Shaggy Man." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap03"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +3. A Queer Village +</H3> + +<P> +Button-Bright took the shaggy man's hand willingly; for the shaggy man +had the Love Magnet, you know, which was the reason Button-Bright had +loved him at once. They started on, with Dorothy on one side, and Toto +on the other, the little party trudging along more cheerfully than you +might have supposed. The girl was getting used to queer adventures, +which interested her very much. Wherever Dorothy went Toto was sure to +go, like Mary's little lamb. Button-Bright didn't seem a bit afraid or +worried because he was lost, and the shaggy man had no home, perhaps, +and was as happy in one place as in another. +</P> + +<P> +Before long they saw ahead of them a fine big arch spanning the road, +and when they came nearer they found that the arch was beautifully +carved and decorated with rich colors. A row of peacocks with spread +tails ran along the top of it, and all the feathers were gorgeously +painted. In the center was a large fox's head, and the fox wore a +shrewd and knowing expression and had large spectacles over its eyes +and a small golden crown with shiny points on top of its head. +</P> + +<P> +While the travelers were looking with curiosity at this beautiful arch +there suddenly marched out of it a company of soldiers—only the +soldiers were all foxes dressed in uniforms. They wore green jackets +and yellow pantaloons, and their little round caps and their high boots +were a bright red color. Also, there was a big red bow tied about the +middle of each long, bushy tail. Each soldier was armed with a wooden +sword having an edge of sharp teeth set in a row, and the sight of +these teeth at first caused Dorothy to shudder. +</P> + +<P> +A captain marched in front of the company of fox-soldiers, his uniform +embroidered with gold braid to make it handsomer than the others. +</P> + +<P> +Almost before our friends realized it the soldiers had surrounded them +on all sides, and the captain was calling out in a harsh voice: +</P> + +<P> +"Surrender! You are our prisoners." +</P> + +<P> +"What's a pris'ner?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"A prisoner is a captive," replied the fox-captain, strutting up and +down with much dignity. +</P> + +<P> +"What's a captive?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"You're one," said the captain. +</P> + +<P> +That made the shaggy man laugh +</P> + +<P> +"Good afternoon, captain," he said, bowing politely to all the foxes +and very low to their commander. "I trust you are in good health, and +that your families are all well?" +</P> + +<P> +The fox-captain looked at the shaggy man, and his sharp features grew +pleasant and smiling. +</P> + +<P> +"We're pretty well, thank you, Shaggy Man," said he; and Dorothy knew +that the Love Magnet was working and that all the foxes now loved the +shaggy man because of it. But Toto didn't know this, for he began +barking angrily and tried to bite the captain's hairy leg where it +showed between his red boots and his yellow pantaloons. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop, Toto!" cried the little girl, seizing the dog in her arms. +"These are our friends." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, so we are!" remarked the captain in tones of astonishment. "I +thought at first we were enemies, but it seems you are friends instead. +You must come with me to see King Dox." +</P> + +<P> +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright, with earnest eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"King Dox of Foxville; the great and wise sovereign who rules over our +community." +</P> + +<P> +"What's sov'rin, and what's c'u'nity?" inquired Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't ask so many questions, little boy." +</P> + +<P> +"Why?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, why indeed?" exclaimed the captain, looking at Button-Bright +admiringly. "If you don't ask questions you will learn nothing. True +enough. I was wrong. You're a very clever little boy, come to think +of it—very clever indeed. But now, friends, please come with me, for +it is my duty to escort you at once to the royal palace." +</P> + +<P> +The soldiers marched back through the arch again, and with them marched +the shaggy man, Dorothy, Toto, and Button-Bright. Once through the +opening they found a fine, big city spread out before them, all the +houses of carved marble in beautiful colors. The decorations were +mostly birds and other fowl, such as peacocks, pheasants, turkeys, +prairie-chickens, ducks, and geese. Over each doorway was carved a +head representing the fox who lived in that house, this effect being +quite pretty and unusual. +</P> + +<P> +As our friends marched along, some of the foxes came out on the porches +and balconies to get a view of the strangers. These foxes were all +handsomely dressed, the girl-foxes and women-foxes wearing gowns of +feathers woven together effectively and colored in bright hues which +Dorothy thought were quite artistic and decidedly attractive. +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright stared until his eyes were big and round, and he would +have stumbled and fallen more than once had not the shaggy man grasped +his hand tightly. They were all interested, and Toto was so excited he +wanted to bark every minute and to chase and fight every fox he caught +sight of; but Dorothy held his little wiggling body fast in her arms +and commanded him to be good and behave himself. So he finally quieted +down, like a wise doggy, deciding there were too many foxes in Foxville +to fight at one time. +</P> + +<P> +By-and-by they came to a big square, and in the center of the square +stood the royal palace. Dorothy knew it at once because it had over +its great door the carved head of a fox just like the one she had seen +on the arch, and this fox was the only one who wore a golden crown. +</P> + +<P> +There were many fox-soldiers guarding the door, but they bowed to the +captain and admitted him without question. The captain led them +through many rooms, where richly dressed foxes were sitting on +beautiful chairs or sipping tea, which was being passed around by +fox-servants in white aprons. They came to a big doorway covered with +heavy curtains of cloth of gold. +</P> + +<P> +Beside this doorway stood a huge drum. The fox-captain went to this +drum and knocked his knees against it—first one knee and then the +other—so that the drum said: "Boom-boom." +</P> + +<P> +"You must all do exactly what I do," ordered the captain; so the shaggy +man pounded the drum with his knees, and so did Dorothy and so did +Button-Bright. The boy wanted to keep on pounding it with his little +fat knees, because he liked the sound of it; but the captain stopped +him. Toto couldn't pound the drum with his knees and he didn't know +enough to wag his tail against it, so Dorothy pounded the drum for him +and that made him bark, and when the little dog barked the fox-captain +scowled. +</P> + +<P> +The golden curtains drew back far enough to make an opening, through +which marched the captain with the others. +</P> + +<P> +The broad, long room they entered was decorated in gold with +stained-glass windows of splendid colors. In the corner of the room +upon a richly carved golden throne, sat the fox-king, surrounded by a +group of other foxes, all of whom wore great spectacles over their +eyes, making them look solemn and important. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy knew the King at once, because she had seen his head carved on +the arch and over the doorway of the palace. Having met with several +other kings in her travels, she knew what to do, and at once made a low +bow before the throne. The shaggy man bowed, too, and Button-Bright +bobbed his head and said "Hello." +</P> + +<P> +"Most wise and noble Potentate of Foxville," said the captain, +addressing the King in a pompous voice, "I humbly beg to report that I +found these strangers on the road leading to your Foxy Majesty's +dominions, and have therefore brought them before you, as is my duty." +</P> + +<P> +"So—so," said the King, looking at them keenly. "What brought you +here, strangers?" +</P> + +<P> +"Our legs, may it please your Royal Hairiness," replied the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"What is your business here?" was the next question. +</P> + +<P> +"To get away as soon as possible," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +The King didn't know about the Magnet, of course; but it made him love +the shaggy man at once. +</P> + +<P> +"Do just as you please about going away," he said; "but I'd like to +show you the sights of my city and to entertain your party while you +are here. We feel highly honored to have little Dorothy with us, I +assure you, and we appreciate her kindness in making us a visit. For +whatever country Dorothy visits is sure to become famous." +</P> + +<P> +This speech greatly surprised the little girl, who asked: +</P> + +<P> +"How did your Majesty know my name?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, everybody knows you, my dear," said the Fox-King. "Don't you +realize that? You are quite an important personage since Princess Ozma +of Oz made you her friend." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know Ozma?" she asked, wondering. +</P> + +<P> +"I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to +meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her birthday +on the twenty-first of this month." +</P> + +<P> +"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any +city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy thought a moment. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how +could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way +from Kansas." +</P> + +<P> +"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren't we?" she returned. +</P> + +<P> +"What a queer notion!" cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh. +"Whatever made you think this is Kansas?" +</P> + +<P> +"I left Uncle Henry's farm only about two hours ago; that's the +reason," she said, rather perplexed. +</P> + +<P> +"But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as +Foxville in Kansas?" he questioned. +</P> + +<P> +"No, your Majesty." +</P> + +<P> +"And haven't you traveled from Oz to Kansas in less than half a jiffy, +by means of the Silver Shoes and the Magic Belt?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, your Majesty," she acknowledged. +</P> + +<P> +"Then why do you wonder that an hour or two could bring you to +Foxville, which is nearer to Oz than it is to Kansas?" +</P> + +<P> +"Dear me!" exclaimed Dorothy; "is this another fairy adventure?" +</P> + +<P> +"It seems to be," said the Fox-King, smiling. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy turned to the shaggy man, and her face was grave and +reproachful. +</P> + +<P> +"Are you a magician? or a fairy in disguise?" she asked. "Did you +enchant me when you asked the way to Butterfield?" +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"Who ever heard of a shaggy fairy?" he replied. "No, Dorothy, my dear; +I'm not to blame for this journey in any way, I assure you. There's +been something strange about me ever since I owned the Love Magnet; but +I don't know what it is any more than you do. I didn't try to get you +away from home, at all. If you want to find your way back to the farm +I'll go with you willingly, and do my best to help you." +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind," said the little girl, thoughtfully. "There isn't so much +to see in Kansas as there is here, and I guess Aunt Em won't be VERY +much worried; that is, if I don't stay away too long." +</P> + +<P> +"That's right," declared the Fox-King, nodding approval. "Be contented +with your lot, whatever it happens to be, if you are wise. Which +reminds me that you have a new companion on this adventure—he looks +very clever and bright." +</P> + +<P> +"He is," said Dorothy; and the shaggy man added: +</P> + +<P> +"That's his name, your Royal Foxiness—Button-Bright." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap04"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +4. King Dox +</H3> + +<P> +It was amusing to note the expression on the face of King Dox as he +looked the boy over, from his sailor hat to his stubby shoes, and it +was equally diverting to watch Button-Bright stare at the King in +return. No fox ever beheld a fresher, fairer child's face, and no +child had ever before heard a fox talk, or met with one who dressed so +handsomely and ruled so big a city. I am sorry to say that no one had +ever told the little boy much about fairies of any kind; this being the +case, it is easy to understand how much this strange experience +startled and astonished him. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you like us?" asked the King. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course you don't. It's too short an acquaintance," returned his +Majesty. "What do you suppose my name is?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"How should you? Well, I'll tell you. My private name is Dox, but a +King can't be called by his private name; he has to take one that is +official. Therefore my official name is King Renard the Fourth. +Ren-ard with the accent on the 'Ren'." +</P> + +<P> +"What's 'ren'?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"How clever!" exclaimed the King, turning a pleased face toward his +counselors. "This boy is indeed remarkably bright. 'What's 'ren'?' he +asks; and of course 'ren' is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, he's +very bright indeed." +</P> + +<P> +"That question is what your Majesty might call foxy," said one of the +counselors, an old grey fox. +</P> + +<P> +"So it is," declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he +asked: +</P> + +<P> +"Having told you my name, what would you call me?" +</P> + +<P> +"King Dox," said the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"Why?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause 'ren''s nothing at all," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Good! Very good indeed! You certainly have a brilliant mind. Do you +know why two and two make four?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Clever! clever indeed! Of course you don't know. Nobody knows why; +we only know it's so, and can't tell why it's so. Button-Bright, those +curls and blue eyes do not go well with so much wisdom. They make you +look too youthful, and hide your real cleverness. Therefore, I will do +you a great favor. I will confer upon you the head of a fox, so that +you may hereafter look as bright as you really are." +</P> + +<P> +As he spoke the King waved his paw toward the boy, and at once the +pretty curls and fresh round face and big blue eyes were gone, while in +their place a fox's head appeared upon Button-Bright's shoulders—a +hairy head with a sharp nose, pointed ears, and keen little eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, don't do that!" cried Dorothy, shrinking back from her transformed +companion with a shocked and dismayed face. +</P> + +<P> +"Too late, my dear; it's done. But you also shall have a fox's head if +you can prove you're as clever as Button-Bright." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want it; it's dreadful!" she exclaimed; and, hearing this +verdict, Button-Bright began to boo-hoo just as if he were still a +little boy. +</P> + +<P> +"How can you call that lovely head dreadful?" asked the King. "It's a +much prettier face than he had before, to my notion, and my wife says +I'm a good judge of beauty. Don't cry, little fox-boy. Laugh and be +proud, because you are so highly favored. How do you like the new +head, Button-Bright?" +</P> + +<P> +"D-d-don't n-n-n-know!" sobbed the child. +</P> + +<P> +"Please, PLEASE change him back again, your Majesty!" begged Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +King Renard IV shook his head. +</P> + +<P> +"I can't do that," he said; "I haven't the power, even if I wanted to. +No, Button-Bright must wear his fox head, and he'll be sure to love it +dearly as soon as he gets used to it." +</P> + +<P> +Both the shaggy man and Dorothy looked grave and anxious, for they were +sorrowful that such a misfortune had overtaken their little companion. +Toto barked at the fox-boy once or twice, not realizing it was his +former friend who now wore the animal head; but Dorothy cuffed the dog +and made him stop. As for the foxes, they all seemed to think +Button-Bright's new head very becoming and that their King had +conferred a great honor on this little stranger. It was funny to see +the boy reach up to feel of his sharp nose and wide mouth, and wail +afresh with grief. He wagged his ears in a comical manner and tears +were in his little black eyes. But Dorothy couldn't laugh at her +friend just yet, because she felt so sorry. +</P> + +<P> +Just then three little fox-princesses, daughters of the King, entered +the room, and when they saw Button-Bright one exclaimed: "How lovely he +is!" and the next one cried in delight: "How sweet he is!" and the +third princess clapped her hands with pleasure and said, "How beautiful +he is!" +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright stopped crying and asked timidly: +</P> + +<P> +"Am I?" +</P> + +<P> +"In all the world there is not another face so pretty," declared the +biggest fox-princess. +</P> + +<P> +"You must live with us always, and be our brother," said the next. +</P> + +<P> +"We shall all love you dearly," the third said. +</P> + +<P> +This praise did much to comfort the boy, and he looked around and tried +to smile. It was a pitiful attempt, because the fox face was new and +stiff, and Dorothy thought his expression more stupid than before the +transformation. +</P> + +<P> +"I think we ought to be going now," said the shaggy man, uneasily, for +he didn't know what the King might take into his head to do next. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't leave us yet, I beg of you," pleaded King Renard. "I intend to +have several days of feasting and merry-making in honor of your visit." +</P> + +<P> +"Have it after we're gone, for we can't wait," said Dorothy, decidedly. +But seeing this displeased the King, she added: "If I'm going to get +Ozma to invite you to her party I'll have to find her as soon as +poss'ble, you know." +</P> + +<P> +In spite of all the beauty of Foxville and the gorgeous dresses of its +inhabitants, both the girl and the shaggy man felt they were not quite +safe there, and would be glad to see the last of it. +</P> + +<P> +"But it is now evening," the King reminded them, "and you must stay +with us until morning, anyhow. Therefore, I invite you to be my guests +at dinner, and to attend the theater afterward and sit in the royal +box. To-morrow morning, if you really insist upon it, you may resume +your journey." +</P> + +<P> +They consented to this, and some of the fox-servants led them to a +suite of lovely rooms in the big palace. +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright was afraid to be left alone, so Dorothy took him into her +own room. While a maid-fox dressed the little girl's hair—which was a +bit tangled—and put some bright, fresh ribbons in it, another maid-fox +combed the hair on poor Button-Bright's face and head and brushed it +carefully, tying a pink bow to each of his pointed ears. The maids +wanted to dress the children in fine costumes of woven feathers, such +as all the foxes wore; but neither of them consented to that. +</P> + +<P> +"A sailor suit and a fox head do not go well together," said one of the +maids, "for no fox was ever a sailor that I can remember." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm not a fox!" cried Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Alas, no," agreed the maid. "But you've got a lovely fox head on your +skinny shoulders, and that's ALMOST as good as being a fox." +</P> + +<P> +The boy, reminded of his misfortune, began to cry again. Dorothy +petted and comforted him and promised to find some way to restore him +his own head. +</P> + +<P> +"If we can manage to get to Ozma," she said, "the Princess will change +you back to yourself in half a second; so you just wear that fox head +as comf't'bly as you can, dear, and don't worry about it at all. It +isn't nearly as pretty as your own head, no matter what the foxes say; +but you can get along with it for a little while longer, can't you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, doubtfully; but he didn't cry any +more after that. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy let the maids pin ribbons to her shoulders, after which they +were ready for the King's dinner. When they met the shaggy man in the +splendid drawing room of the palace they found him just the same as +before. He had refused to give up his shaggy clothes for new ones, +because if he did that he would no longer be the shaggy man, he said, +and he might have to get acquainted with himself all over again. +</P> + +<P> +He told Dorothy he had brushed his shaggy hair and whiskers; but she +thought he must have brushed them the wrong way, for they were quite as +shaggy as before. +</P> + +<P> +As for the company of foxes assembled to dine with the strangers, they +were most beautifully costumed, and their rich dresses made Dorothy's +simple gown and Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's shaggy +clothes look commonplace. But they treated their guests with great +respect and the King's dinner was a very good dinner indeed. Foxes, as +you know, are fond of chicken and other fowl; so they served chicken +soup and roasted turkey and stewed duck and fried grouse and broiled +quail and goose pie, and as the cooking was excellent the King's guests +enjoyed the meal and ate heartily of the various dishes. +</P> + +<P> +The party went to the theater, where they saw a play acted by foxes +dressed in costumes of brilliantly colored feathers. The play was +about a fox-girl who was stolen by some wicked wolves and carried to +their cave; and just as they were about to kill her and eat her a +company of fox-soldiers marched up, saved the girl, and put all the +wicked wolves to death. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you like it?" the King asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Pretty well," she answered. "It reminds me of one of Mr. Aesop's +fables." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't mention Aesop to me, I beg of you!" exclaimed King Dox. "I hate +that man's name. He wrote a good deal about foxes, but always made +them out cruel and wicked, whereas we are gentle and kind, as you may +see." +</P> + +<P> +"But his fables showed you to be wise and clever, and more shrewd than +other animals," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. +</P> + +<P> +"So we are. There is no question about our knowing more than men do," +replied the King, proudly. "But we employ our wisdom to do good, +instead of harm; so that horrid Aesop did not know what he was talking +about." +</P> + +<P> +They did not like to contradict him, because they felt he ought to know +the nature of foxes better than men did; so they sat still and watched +the play, and Button-Bright became so interested that for the time he +forgot he wore a fox head. +</P> + +<P> +Afterward they went back to the palace and slept in soft beds stuffed +with feathers; for the foxes raised many fowl for food, and used their +feathers for clothing and to sleep upon. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy wondered why the animals living in Foxville did not wear just +their own hairy skins as wild foxes do; when she mentioned it to King +Dox he said they clothed themselves because they were civilized. +</P> + +<P> +"But you were born without clothes," she observed, "and you don't seem +to me to need them." +</P> + +<P> +"So were human beings born without clothes," he replied; "and until +they became civilized they wore only their natural skins. But to +become civilized means to dress as elaborately and prettily as +possible, and to make a show of your clothes so your neighbors will +envy you, and for that reason both civilized foxes and civilized humans +spend most of their time dressing themselves." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't," declared the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"That is true," said the King, looking at him carefully; "but perhaps +you are not civilized." +</P> + +<P> +After a sound sleep and a good night's rest they had their breakfast +with the King and then bade his Majesty good-bye. +</P> + +<P> +"You've been kind to us—'cept poor Button-Bright," said Dorothy, "and +we've had a nice time in Foxville." +</P> + +<P> +"Then," said King Dox, "perhaps you'll be good enough to get me an +invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday celebration." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll try," she promised; "if I see her in time." +</P> + +<P> +"It's on the twenty-first, remember," he continued; "and if you'll just +see that I'm invited I'll find a way to cross the Dreadful Desert into +the marvelous Land of Oz. I've always wanted to visit the Emerald +City, so I'm sure it was fortunate you arrived here just when you did, +you being Princess Ozma's friend and able to assist me in getting the +invitation." +</P> + +<P> +"If I see Ozma I'll ask her to invite you," she replied. +</P> + +<P> +The Fox-King had a delightful luncheon put up for them, which the +shaggy man shoved in his pocket, and the fox-captain escorted them to +an arch at the side of the village opposite the one by which they had +entered. Here they found more soldiers guarding the road. +</P> + +<P> +"Are you afraid of enemies?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"No; because we are watchful and able to protect ourselves," answered +the captain. "But this road leads to another village peopled by big, +stupid beasts who might cause us trouble if they thought we were afraid +of them." +</P> + +<P> +"What beasts are they?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +The captain hesitated to answer. Finally, he said: +</P> + +<P> +"You will learn all about them when you arrive at their city. But do +not be afraid of them. Button-Bright is so wonderfully clever and has +now such an intelligent face that I'm sure he will manage to find a way +to protect you." +</P> + +<P> +This made Dorothy and the shaggy man rather uneasy, for they had not so +much confidence in the fox-boy's wisdom as the captain seemed to have. +But as their escort would say no more about the beasts, they bade him +good-bye and proceeded on their journey. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap05"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +5. The Rainbow's Daughter +</H3> + +<P> +Toto, now allowed to run about as he pleased, was glad to be free again +and able to bark at the birds and chase the butterflies. The country +around them was charming, yet in the pretty fields of wild-flowers and +groves of leafy trees were no houses whatever, or sign of any +inhabitants. Birds flew through the air and cunning white rabbits +darted amongst the tall grasses and green bushes; Dorothy noticed even +the ants toiling busily along the roadway, bearing gigantic loads of +clover seed; but of people there were none at all. +</P> + +<P> +They walked briskly on for an hour or two, for even little +Button-Bright was a good walker and did not tire easily. At length as +they turned a curve in the road they beheld just before them a curious +sight. +</P> + +<P> +A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and +exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the middle of the lonely +road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet twinkling in +sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes of soft +material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was colored in +soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and white, mingled +together most harmoniously in stripes which melted one into the other +with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and flowed around her +in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by either pin or +ornament or ribbon. +</P> + +<P> +Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and stood +watching this fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than Dorothy, +although more slender; nor did she seem any older than our little +heroine. +</P> + +<P> +Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time +observing the presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a +frightened fawn, poised upon one foot as if to fly the next instant, +Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet eyes and +trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden +should dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so +Dorothy asked in a soft, sympathetic voice: +</P> + +<P> +"Are you unhappy, little girl?" +</P> + +<P> +"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you? Why not?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered +Dorothy simply. +</P> + +<P> +"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, "and I'm +worried and afraid." +</P> + +<P> +"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled tone of voice. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, that was just to keep warm," explained the maiden, quickly. "It +was not because I felt happy or gay, I assure you." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy looked at her closely. Her gauzy flowing robes might not be +very warm, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and +balmy, like a spring day. +</P> + +<P> +"Who are you, dear?" she asked, gently. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm Polychrome," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Polly whom?" +</P> + +<P> +"Polychrome. I'm the Daughter of the Rainbow." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh!" said Dorothy with a gasp; "I didn't know the Rainbow had +children. But I MIGHT have known it, before you spoke. You couldn't +really be anything else." +</P> + +<P> +"Why not?" inquired Polychrome, as if surprised. +</P> + +<P> +"Because you're so lovely and sweet." +</P> + +<P> +The little maiden smiled through her tears, came up to Dorothy, and +placed her slender fingers in the Kansas girl's chubby hand. +</P> + +<P> +"You'll be my friend—won't you?" she said, pleadingly. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course." +</P> + +<P> +"And what is your name?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm Dorothy; and this is my friend Shaggy Man, who owns the Love +Magnet; and this is Button-Bright—only you don't see him as he really +is because the Fox-King carelessly changed his head into a fox head. +But the real Button-Bright is good to look at, and I hope to get him +changed back to himself, some time." +</P> + +<P> +The Rainbow's Daughter nodded cheerfully, no longer afraid of her new +companions. +</P> + +<P> +"But who is this?" she asked, pointing to Toto, who was sitting before +her wagging his tail in the most friendly manner and admiring the +pretty maid with his bright eyes. "Is this, also, some enchanted +person?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh no, Polly—I may call you Polly, mayn't I? Your whole name's awful +hard to say." +</P> + +<P> +"Call me Polly if you wish, Dorothy." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Polly, Toto's just a dog; but he has more sense than +Button-Bright, to tell the truth; and I'm very fond of him." +</P> + +<P> +"So am I," said Polychrome, bending gracefully to pat Toto's head. +</P> + +<P> +"But how did the Rainbow's Daughter ever get on this lonely road, and +become lost?" asked the shaggy man, who had listened wonderingly to all +this. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, my father stretched his rainbow over here this morning, so that +one end of it touched this road," was the reply; "and I was dancing +upon the pretty rays, as I love to do, and never noticed I was getting +too far over the bend in the circle. Suddenly I began to slide, and I +went faster and faster until at last I bumped on the ground, at the +very end. Just then father lifted the rainbow again, without noticing +me at all, and though I tried to seize the end of it and hold fast, it +melted away entirely and I was left alone and helpless on the cold, +hard earth!" +</P> + +<P> +"It doesn't seem cold to me, Polly," said Dorothy; "but perhaps you're +not warmly dressed." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm so used to living nearer the sun," replied the Rainbow's Daughter, +"that at first I feared I would freeze down here. But my dance has +warmed me some, and now I wonder how I am ever to get home again." +</P> + +<P> +"Won't your father miss you, and look for you, and let down another +rainbow for you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps so, but he's busy just now because it rains in so many parts +of the world at this season, and he has to set his rainbow in a lot of +different places. What would you advise me to do, Dorothy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Come with us," was the answer. "I'm going to try to find my way to +the Emerald City, which is in the fairy Land of Oz. The Emerald City +is ruled by a friend of mine, the Princess Ozma, and if we can manage +to get there I'm sure she will know a way to send you home to your +father again." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you really think so?" asked Polychrome, anxiously. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm pretty sure." +</P> + +<P> +"Then I'll go with you," said the little maid; "for travel will help +keep me warm, and father can find me in one part of the world as well +as another—if he gets time to look for me." +</P> + +<P> +"Come along, then," said the shaggy man, cheerfully; and they started +on once more. Polly walked beside Dorothy a while, holding her new +friend's hand as if she feared to let it go; but her nature seemed as +light and buoyant as her fleecy robes, for suddenly she darted ahead +and whirled round in a giddy dance. Then she tripped back to them with +sparkling eyes and smiling cheeks, having regained her usual happy mood +and forgotten all her worry about being lost. +</P> + +<P> +They found her a charming companion, and her dancing and laughter—for +she laughed at times like the tinkling of a silver bell—did much to +enliven their journey and keep them contented. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap06"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +6. The City Of Beasts +</H3> + +<P> +When noon came they opened the Fox-King's basket of luncheon, and found +a nice roasted turkey with cranberry sauce and some slices of bread and +butter. As they sat on the grass by the roadside the shaggy man cut up +the turkey with his pocket-knife and passed slices of it around. +</P> + +<P> +"Haven't you any dewdrops, or mist-cakes, or cloudbuns?" asked +Polychrome, longingly. +</P> + +<P> +"'Course not," replied Dorothy. "We eat solid things, down here on the +earth. But there's a bottle of cold tea. Try some, won't you?" +</P> + +<P> +The Rainbow's Daughter watched Button-Bright devour one leg of the +turkey. +</P> + +<P> +"Is it good?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +He nodded. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you think I could eat it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Not this," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"But I mean another piece?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," he replied. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'm going to try, for I'm very hungry," she decided, and took a +thin slice of the white breast of turkey which the shaggy man cut for +her, as well as a bit of bread and butter. When she tasted it +Polychrome thought the turkey was good—better even than mist-cakes; +but a little satisfied her hunger and she finished with a tiny sip of +cold tea. +</P> + +<P> +"That's about as much as a fly would eat," said Dorothy, who was making +a good meal herself. "But I know some people in Oz who eat nothing at +all." +</P> + +<P> +"Who are they?" inquired the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"One is a scarecrow who's stuffed with straw, and the other a woodman +made out of tin. They haven't any appetites inside of 'em, you see; so +they never eat anything at all." +</P> + +<P> +"Are they alive?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes," replied Dorothy; "and they're very clever and very nice, too. +If we get to Oz I'll introduce them to you." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you really expect to get to Oz?" inquired the shaggy man, taking a +drink of cold tea. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know just what to 'spect," answered the child, seriously; "but +I've noticed if I happen to get lost I'm almost sure to come to the +Land of Oz in the end, somehow 'r other; so I may get there this time. +But I can't promise, you know; all I can do is wait and see." +</P> + +<P> +"Will the Scarecrow scare me?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"No; 'cause you're not a crow," she returned. "He has the loveliest +smile you ever saw—only it's painted on and he can't help it." +</P> + +<P> +Luncheon being over they started again upon their journey, the shaggy +man, Dorothy and Button-Bright walking soberly along, side by side, and +the Rainbow's Daughter dancing merrily before them. +</P> + +<P> +Sometimes she darted along the road so swiftly that she was nearly out +of sight, then she came tripping back to greet them with her silvery +laughter. But once she came back more sedately, to say: +</P> + +<P> +"There's a city a little way off." +</P> + +<P> +"I 'spected that," returned Dorothy; "for the fox-people warned us +there was one on this road. It's filled with stupid beasts of some +sort, but we musn't be afraid of 'em 'cause they won't hurt us." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," said Button-Bright; but Polychrome didn't know whether it +was all right or not. +</P> + +<P> +"It's a big city," she said, "and the road runs straight through it." +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind," said the shaggy man; "as long as I carry the Love Magnet +every living thing will love me, and you may be sure I shan't allow any +of my friends to be harmed in any way." +</P> + +<P> +This comforted them somewhat, and they moved on again. Pretty soon +they came to a signpost that read: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +"HAF A MYLE TO DUNKITON." +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Oh," said the shaggy man, "if they're donkeys, we've nothing to fear +at all." +</P> + +<P> +"They may kick," said Dorothy, doubtfully. +</P> + +<P> +"Then we will cut some switches, and make them behave," he replied. At +the first tree he cut himself a long, slender switch from one of the +branches, and shorter switches for the others. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't be afraid to order the beasts around," he said; "they're used to +it." +</P> + +<P> +Before long the road brought them to the gates of the city. There was +a high wall all around, which had been whitewashed, and the gate just +before our travelers was a mere opening in the wall, with no bars +across it. No towers or steeples or domes showed above the enclosure, +nor was any living thing to be seen as our friends drew near. +</P> + +<P> +Suddenly, as they were about to boldly enter through the opening, there +arose a harsh clamor of sound that swelled and echoed on every side, +until they were nearly deafened by the racket and had to put their +fingers to their ears to keep the noise out. +</P> + +<P> +It was like the firing of many cannon, only there were no cannon-balls +or other missiles to be seen; it was like the rolling of mighty +thunder, only not a cloud was in the sky; it was like the roar of +countless breakers on a rugged seashore, only there was no sea or other +water anywhere about. +</P> + +<P> +They hesitated to advance; but, as the noise did no harm, they entered +through the whitewashed wall and quickly discovered the cause of the +turmoil. Inside were suspended many sheets of tin or thin iron, and +against these metal sheets a row of donkeys were pounding their heels +with vicious kicks. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man ran up to the nearest donkey and gave the beast a sharp +blow with his switch. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop that noise!" he shouted; and the donkey stopped kicking the metal +sheet and turned its head to look with surprise at the shaggy man. He +switched the next donkey, and made him stop, and then the next, so that +gradually the rattling of heels ceased and the awful noise subsided. +The donkeys stood in a group and eyed the strangers with fear and +trembling. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you mean by making such a racket?" asked the shaggy man, +sternly. +</P> + +<P> +"We were scaring away the foxes," said one of the donkeys, meekly. +"Usually they run fast enough when they hear the noise, which makes +them afraid." +</P> + +<P> +"There are no foxes here," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"I beg to differ with you. There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey, +sitting upright on its haunches and waving a hoof toward Button-Bright. +"We saw him coming and thought the whole army of foxes was marching to +attack us." +</P> + +<P> +"Button-Bright isn't a fox," explained the shaggy man. "He's only +wearing a fox head for a time, until he can get his own head back." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I see," remarked the donkey, waving its left ear reflectively. +"I'm sorry we made such a mistake, and had all our work and worry for +nothing." +</P> + +<P> +The other donkeys by this time were sitting up and examining the +strangers with big, glassy eyes. They made a queer picture, indeed; +for they wore wide, white collars around their necks and the collars +had many scallops and points. The gentlemen-donkeys wore high pointed +caps set between their great ears, and the lady-donkeys wore sunbonnets +with holes cut in the top for the ears to stick through. But they had +no other clothing except their hairy skins, although many wore gold and +silver bangles on their front wrists and bands of different metals on +their rear ankles. When they were kicking they had braced themselves +with their front legs, but now they all stood or sat upright on their +hind legs and used the front ones as arms. Having no fingers or hands +the beasts were rather clumsy, as you may guess; but Dorothy was +surprised to observe how many things they could do with their stiff, +heavy hoofs. +</P> + +<P> +Some of the donkeys were white, some were brown, or gray, or black, or +spotted; but their hair was sleek and smooth and their broad collars +and caps gave them a neat, if whimsical, appearance. +</P> + +<P> +"This is a nice way to welcome visitors, I must say!" remarked the +shaggy man, in a reproachful tone. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, we did not mean to be impolite," replied a grey donkey which had +not spoken before. "But you were not expected, nor did you send in +your visiting cards, as it is proper to do." +</P> + +<P> +"There is some truth in that," admitted the shaggy man; "but, now you +are informed that we are important and distinguished travelers, I trust +you will accord us proper consideration." +</P> + +<P> +These big words delighted the donkeys, and made them bow to the shaggy +man with great respect. Said the grey one: +</P> + +<P> +"You shall be taken before his great and glorious Majesty King +Kik-a-bray, who will greet you as becomes your exalted stations." +</P> + +<P> +"That's right," answered Dorothy. "Take us to some one who knows +something." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, we all know something, my child, or we shouldn't be donkeys," +asserted the grey one, with dignity. "The word 'donkey' means +'clever,' you know." +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't know it," she replied. "I thought it meant 'stupid'." +</P> + +<P> +"Not at all, my child. If you will look in the Encyclopedia Donkaniara +you will find I'm correct. But come; I will myself lead you before our +splendid, exalted, and most intellectual ruler." +</P> + +<P> +All donkeys love big words, so it is no wonder the grey one used so +many of them. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap07"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation +</H3> + +<P> +They found the houses of the town all low and square and built of +bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in +rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard +manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way. +</P> + +<P> +"Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities, +to guide them where to go," observed the grey donkey, as he walked +before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner; +"but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks. +Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it. +Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: "Madam de Fayke, +Hoofist," and she asked their conductor: +</P> + +<P> +"What's a 'hoofist,' please?" +</P> + +<P> +"One who reads your fortune in your hoofs," replied the grey donkey. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I see," said the little girl. "You are quite civilized here." +</P> + +<P> +"Dunkiton," he replied, "is the center of the world's highest +civilization." +</P> + +<P> +They came to a house where two youthful donkeys were whitewashing the +wall, and Dorothy stopped a moment to watch them. They dipped the ends +of their tails, which were much like paint-brushes, into a pail of +whitewash, backed up against the house, and wagged their tails right +and left until the whitewash was rubbed on the wall, after which they +dipped these funny brushes in the pail again and repeated the +performance. +</P> + +<P> +"That must be fun," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"No, it's work," replied the old donkey; "but we make our youngsters do +all the whitewashing, to keep them out of mischief." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't they go to school?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"All donkeys are born wise," was the reply, "so the only school we need +is the school of experience. Books are only for those who know +nothing, and so are obliged to learn things from other people." +</P> + +<P> +"In other words, the more stupid one is, the more he thinks he knows," +observed the shaggy man. The grey donkey paid no attention to this +speech because he had just stopped before a house which had painted +over the doorway a pair of hoofs, with a donkey tail between them and a +rude crown and sceptre above. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll see if his magnificent Majesty King Kik-a-bray is at home," said +he. He lifted his head and called "Whee-haw! whee-haw! whee-haw!" +three times, in a shocking voice, turning about and kicking with his +heels against the panel of the door. For a time there was no reply; +then the door opened far enough to permit a donkey's head to stick out +and look at them. +</P> + +<P> +It was a white head, with big, awful ears and round, solemn eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Have the foxes gone?" it asked, in a trembling voice. +</P> + +<P> +"They haven't been here, most stupendous Majesty," replied the grey +one. "The new arrivals prove to be travelers of distinction." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh," said the King, in a relieved tone of voice. "Let them come in." +</P> + +<P> +He opened the door wide, and the party marched into a big room, which, +Dorothy thought, looked quite unlike a king's palace. There were mats +of woven grasses on the floor and the place was clean and neat; but his +Majesty had no other furniture at all—perhaps because he didn't need +it. He squatted down in the center of the room and a little brown +donkey ran and brought a big gold crown which it placed on the +monarch's head, and a golden staff with a jeweled ball at the end of +it, which the King held between his front hoofs as he sat upright. +</P> + +<P> +"Now then," said his Majesty, waving his long ears gently to and fro, +"tell me why you are here, and what you expect me to do for you." He +eyed Button-Bright rather sharply, as if afraid of the little boy's +queer head, though it was the shaggy man who undertook to reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Most noble and supreme ruler of Dunkiton," he said, trying not to +laugh in the solemn King's face, "we are strangers traveling through +your dominions and have entered your magnificent city because the road +led through it, and there was no way to go around. All we desire is to +pay our respects to your Majesty—the cleverest king in all the world, +I'm sure—and then to continue on our way." +</P> + +<P> +This polite speech pleased the King very much; indeed, it pleased him +so much that it proved an unlucky speech for the shaggy man. Perhaps +the Love Magnet helped to win his Majesty's affections as well as the +flattery, but however this may be, the white donkey looked kindly upon +the speaker and said: +</P> + +<P> +"Only a donkey should be able to use such fine, big words, and you are +too wise and admirable in all ways to be a mere man. Also, I feel that +I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will bestow upon +you the greatest gift within my power—a donkey's head." +</P> + +<P> +As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man cried +out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use. +Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its +place—a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly +both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore +a smile. +</P> + +<P> +"Dear me! dear me!" cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new +head and his long ears. "What a misfortune—what a great misfortune! +Give me back my own head, you stupid king—if you love me at all!" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you like it?" asked the King, surprised. +</P> + +<P> +"Hee-haw! I hate it! Take it away, quick!" said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"But I can't do that," was the reply. "My magic works only one way. I +can DO things, but I can't UNdo them. You'll have to find the Truth +Pond, and bathe in its water, in order to get back your own head. But +I advise you not to do that. This head is much more beautiful than the +old one." +</P> + +<P> +"That's a matter of taste," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Where is the Truth Pond?" asked the shaggy man, earnestly. +</P> + +<P> +"Somewhere in the Land of Oz; but just the exact location of it I can +not tell," was the answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't worry, Shaggy Man," said Dorothy, smiling because her friend +wagged his new ears so comically. "If the Truth Pond is in Oz, we'll +be sure to find it when we get there." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh! Are you going to the Land of Oz?" asked King Kik-a-bray. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," she replied, "but we've been told we are nearer the +Land of Oz than to Kansas, and if that's so, the quickest way for me to +get home is to find Ozma." +</P> + +<P> +"Haw-haw! Do you know the mighty Princess Ozma?" asked the King, his +tone both surprised and eager. +</P> + +<P> +"'Course I do; she's my friend," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Then perhaps you'll do me a favor," continued the white donkey, much +excited. +</P> + +<P> +"What is it?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps you can get me an invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday +celebration, which will be the grandest royal function ever held in +Fairyland. I'd love to go." +</P> + +<P> +"Hee-haw! You deserve punishment, rather than reward, for giving me +this dreadful head," said the shaggy man, sorrowfully. +</P> + +<P> +"I wish you wouldn't say 'hee-haw' so much," Polychrome begged him; "it +makes cold chills run down my back." +</P> + +<P> +"But I can't help it, my dear; my donkey head wants to bray +continually," he replied. "Doesn't your fox head want to yelp every +minute?" he asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said the boy, still staring at the shaggy man's ears. +These seemed to interest him greatly, and the sight also made him +forget his own fox head, which was a comfort. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you think, Polly? Shall I promise the donkey king an +invitation to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy of the Rainbow's Daughter, +who was flitting about the room like a sunbeam because she could never +keep still. +</P> + +<P> +"Do as you please, dear," answered Polychrome. "He might help to amuse +the guests of the Princess." +</P> + +<P> +"Then, if you will give us some supper and a place to sleep to-night, +and let us get started on our journey early to-morrow morning," said +Dorothy to the King, "I'll ask Ozma to invite you—if I happen to get +to Oz." +</P> + +<P> +"Good! Hee-haw! Excellent!" cried Kik-a-bray, much pleased. "You +shall all have fine suppers and good beds. What food would you prefer, +a bran mash or ripe oats in the shell?" +</P> + +<P> +"Neither one," replied Dorothy, promptly. +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps plain hay, or some sweet juicy grass would suit you better," +suggested Kik-a-bray, musingly. +</P> + +<P> +"Is that all you have to eat?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"What more do you desire?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you see we're not donkeys," she explained, "and so we're used to +other food. The foxes gave us a nice supper in Foxville." +</P> + +<P> +"We'd like some dewdrops and mist-cakes," said Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd prefer apples and a ham sandwich," declared the shaggy man, "for +although I've a donkey head, I still have my own particular stomach." +</P> + +<P> +"I want pie," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I think some beefsteak and chocolate layer-cake would taste best," +said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Hee-haw! I declare!" exclaimed the King. "It seems each one of you +wants a different food. How queer all living creatures are, except +donkeys!" +</P> + +<P> +"And donkeys like you are queerest of all," laughed Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," decided the King, "I suppose my Magic Staff will produce the +things you crave; if you are lacking in good taste it is not my fault." +</P> + +<P> +With this, he waved his staff with the jeweled ball, and before them +instantly appeared a tea-table, set with linen and pretty dishes, and +on the table were the very things each had wished for. Dorothy's +beefsteak was smoking hot, and the shaggy man's apples were plump and +rosy-cheeked. The King had not thought to provide chairs, so they all +stood in their places around the table and ate with good appetite, +being hungry. The Rainbow's Daughter found three tiny dewdrops on a +crystal plate, and Button-Bright had a big slice of apple pie, which he +devoured eagerly. +</P> + +<P> +Afterward the King called the brown donkey, which was his favorite +servant, and bade it lead his guests to the vacant house where they +were to pass the night. It had only one room and no furniture except +beds of clean straw and a few mats of woven grasses; but our travelers +were contented with these simple things because they realized it was +the best the Donkey-King had to offer them. As soon as it was dark +they lay down on the mats and slept comfortably until morning. +</P> + +<P> +At daybreak there was a dreadful noise throughout the city. Every +donkey in the place brayed. When he heard this the shaggy man woke up +and called out "Hee-haw!" as loud as he could. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop that!" said Button-Bright, in a cross voice. Both Dorothy and +Polly looked at the shaggy man reproachfully. +</P> + +<P> +"I couldn't help it, my dears," he said, as if ashamed of his bray; +"but I'll try not to do it again." +</P> + +<P> +Of coursed they forgave him, for as he still had the Love Magnet in his +pocket they were all obliged to love him as much as ever. +</P> + +<P> +They did not see the King again, but Kik-a-bray remembered them; for a +table appeared again in their room with the same food upon it as on the +night before. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want pie for breakfus'," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll give you some of my beefsteak," proposed Dorothy; "there's plenty +for us all." +</P> + +<P> +That suited the boy better, but the shaggy man said he was content with +his apples and sandwiches, although he ended the meal by eating +Button-Bright's pie. Polly liked her dewdrops and mist-cakes better +than any other food, so they all enjoyed an excellent breakfast. Toto +had the scraps left from the beefsteak, and he stood up nicely on his +hind legs while Dorothy fed them to him. +</P> + +<P> +Breakfast ended, they passed through the village to the side opposite +that by which they had entered, the brown servant-donkey guiding them +through the maze of scattered houses. There was the road again, +leading far away into the unknown country beyond. +</P> + +<P> +"King Kik-a-bray says you must not forget his invitation," said the +brown donkey, as they passed through the opening in the wall. +</P> + +<P> +"I shan't," promised Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +Perhaps no one ever beheld a more strangely assorted group than the one +which now walked along the road, through pretty green fields and past +groves of feathery pepper-trees and fragrant mimosa. Polychrome, her +beautiful gauzy robes floating around her like a rainbow cloud, went +first, dancing back and forth and darting now here to pluck a +wild-flower or there to watch a beetle crawl across the path. Toto ran +after her at times, barking joyously the while, only to become sober +again and trot along at Dorothy's heels. The little Kansas girl walked +holding Button-Bright's hand clasped in her own, and the wee boy with +his fox head covered by the sailor hat presented an odd appearance. +Strangest of all, perhaps, was the shaggy man, with his shaggy donkey +head, who shuffled along in the rear with his hands thrust deep in his +big pockets. +</P> + +<P> +None of the party was really unhappy. All were straying in an unknown +land and had suffered more or less annoyance and discomfort; but they +realized they were having a fairy adventure in a fairy country, and +were much interested in finding out what would happen next. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap08"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +8. The Musicker +</H3> + +<P> +About the middle of the forenoon they began to go up a long hill. +By-and-by this hill suddenly dropped down into a pretty valley, where +the travelers saw, to their surprise, a small house standing by the +road-side. +</P> + +<P> +It was the first house they had seen, and they hastened into the valley +to discover who lived there. No one was in sight as they approached, +but when they began to get nearer the house they heard queer sounds +coming from it. They could not make these out at first, but as they +became louder our friends thought they heard a sort of music like that +made by a wheezy hand-organ; the music fell upon their ears in this way: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tiddle-widdle-iddle oom pom-pom!<BR> + Oom, pom-pom! oom, pom-pom!<BR> +Tiddle-tiddle-tiddle oom pom-pom!<BR> + Oom, pom-pom—pah!<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"What is it, a band or a mouth-organ?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Sounds to me like a played-out phonograph," said the shaggy man, +lifting his enormous ears to listen. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, there just COULDN'T be a funnygraf in Fairyland!" cried Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" asked Polychrome, trying to dance to +the strains. +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<BR> + Oom pom-pom; oom pom-pom! +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +came the music to their ears, more distinctly as they drew nearer the +house. Presently, they saw a little fat man sitting on a bench before +the door. He wore a red, braided jacket that reached to his waist, a +blue waistcoat, and white trousers with gold stripes down the sides. +On his bald head was perched a little, round, red cap held in place by +a rubber elastic underneath his chin. His face was round, his eyes a +faded blue, and he wore white cotton gloves. The man leaned on a stout +gold-headed cane, bending forward on his seat to watch his visitors +approach. +</P> + +<P> +Singularly enough, the musical sounds they had heard seemed to come +from the inside of the fat man himself; for he was playing no +instrument nor was any to be seen near him. +</P> + +<P> +They came up and stood in a row, staring at him, and he stared back +while the queer sounds came from him as before: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tiddle-iddle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<BR> + Oom, pom-pom; oom pom-pom!<BR> +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<BR> + Oom, pom-pom—pah! +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Why, he's a reg'lar musicker!" said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"What's a musicker?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Him!" said the boy. +</P> + +<P> +Hearing this, the fat man sat up a little stiffer than before, as if he +had received a compliment, and still came the sounds: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<BR> + Oom pom-pom, oom— +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Stop it!" cried the shaggy man, earnestly. "Stop that dreadful noise." +</P> + +<P> +The fat man looked at him sadly and began his reply. When he spoke the +music changed and the words seemed to accompany the notes. He said—or +rather sang: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It isn't a noise that you hear,<BR> +But Music, harmonic and clear.<BR> + My breath makes me play<BR> + Like an organ, all day—<BR> +That bass note is in my left ear. +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy; "he says his breath makes the music." +</P> + +<P> +"That's all nonsense," declared the shaggy man; but now the music began +again, and they all listened carefully. +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +My lungs are full of reeds like those<BR> +In organs, therefore I suppose,<BR> +If I breathe in or out my nose,<BR> + The reeds are bound to play. +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So as I breathe to live, you know,<BR> +I squeeze out music as I go;<BR> +I'm very sorry this is so—<BR> + Forgive my piping, pray! +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Poor man," said Polychrome; "he can't help it. What a great +misfortune it is!" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied the shaggy man; "we are only obliged to hear this music +a short time, until we leave him and go away; but the poor fellow must +listen to himself as long as he lives, and that is enough to drive him +crazy. Don't you think so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. Toto said, "Bow-wow!" and the others +laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps that's why he lives all alone," suggested Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; if he had neighbors, they might do him an injury," responded the +shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tiddle-tiddle-iddle, oom, pom-pom, +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +and they had to speak loud in order to hear themselves. The shaggy man +said: +</P> + +<P> +"Who are you, sir?" +</P> + +<P> +The reply came in the shape of this sing-song: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I'm Allegro da Capo, a very famous man;<BR> +Just find another, high or low, to match me if you can.<BR> + Some people try, but can't, to play<BR> + And have to practice every day;<BR> +But I've been musical always, since first my life began.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Why, I b'lieve he's proud of it," exclaimed Dorothy; "and seems to me +I've heard worse music than he makes." +</P> + +<P> +"Where?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I've forgotten, just now. But Mr. Da Capo is certainly a strange +person—isn't he?—and p'r'aps he's the only one of his kind in all the +world." +</P> + +<P> +This praise seemed to please the little fat musicker, for he swelled +out his chest, looked important and sang as follows: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I wear no band around me,<BR> + And yet I am a band!<BR> +I do not strain to make my strains<BR> + But, on the other hand,<BR> +My toot is always destitute<BR> + Of flats or other errors;<BR> +To see sharp and be natural are<BR> + For me but minor terrors.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"I don't quite understand that," said Polychrome, with a puzzled look; +"but perhaps it's because I'm accustomed only to the music of the +spheres." +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Polly means the atmosphere and hemisphere, I s'pose," explained +Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Bow-wow!" said Toto. +</P> + +<P> +But the musicker was still breathing his constant +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oom, pom-pom; Oom pom-pom— +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +and it seemed to jar on the shaggy man's nerves. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop it, can't you?" he cried angrily; "or breathe in a whisper; or +put a clothes-pin on your nose. Do something, anyhow!" +</P> + +<P> +But the fat one, with a sad look, sang this answer: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Music hath charms, and it may<BR> +Soothe even the savage, they say;<BR> + So if savage you feel<BR> + Just list to my reel,<BR> +For sooth to say that's the real way.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +The shaggy man had to laugh at this, and when he laughed he stretched +his donkey mouth wide open. Said Dorothy: +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, so +that's all that can be 'xpected." +</P> + +<P> +"I like it," said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, +his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, +the boy asked this long question: +</P> + +<P> +"If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?" +</P> + +<P> +"An organette," said the shaggy man. "But come, my dears; I think the +best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before Button-Bright +swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, you know." +</P> + +<P> +Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +If you go to the Land of Oz<BR> +Please take me along, because<BR> + On Ozma's birthday<BR> + I'm anxious to play<BR> +The loveliest song ever was.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"No thank you," said Dorothy; "we prefer to travel alone. But if I see +Ozma I'll tell her you want to come to her birthday party." +</P> + +<P> +"Let's be going," urged the shaggy man, anxiously. +</P> + +<P> +Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the +others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and +made a grab for his chubby leg. Dorothy quickly caught up the growling +little dog and hurried after her companions, who were walking faster +than usual in order to get out of hearing. They had to climb a hill, +and until they got to the top they could not escape the musicker's +monotonous piping: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oom, pom-pom; oom, pom-pom;<BR> +Tiddle-iddle-widdle, oom, pom-pom;<BR> +Oom, pom-pom—pah!<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +As they passed the brow of the hill, however, and descended on the +other side, the sounds gradually died away, whereat they all felt much +relieved. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm glad I don't have to live with the organ-man; aren't you, Polly?" +said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter. +</P> + +<P> +"He's nice," declared Button-Bright, soberly. +</P> + +<P> +"I hope your Princess Ozma won't invite him to her birthday +celebration," remarked the shaggy man; "for the fellow's music would +drive her guests all crazy. You've given me an idea, Button-Bright; I +believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth." +</P> + +<P> +"What's 'cordeon?" asked the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"It's a kind of pleating," explained Dorothy, putting down the dog. +</P> + +<P> +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, and ran away at a mad gallop to chase a +bumble-bee. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap09"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +9. Facing the Scoodlers +</H3> + +<P> +The country wasn't so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a +rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were +nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been +smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven. +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright's little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome +ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she +had no trouble to keep warm. +</P> + +<P> +It had become afternoon, yet there wasn't a thing for their luncheon +except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast +table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each of +his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs; but +Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know," asked the Rainbow's Daughter, "if this is the right road +to the Emerald City?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, I don't," replied Dorothy, "but it's the only road in this part of +the country, so we may as well go to the end of it." +</P> + +<P> +"It looks now as if it might end pretty soon," remarked the shaggy man; +"and what shall we do if it does?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"If I had my Magic Belt," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, "it could do +us a lot of good just now." +</P> + +<P> +"What is your Magic Belt?" asked Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"It's a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do +'most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; 'cause +magic won't work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries." +</P> + +<P> +"Is this a fairy country?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I should think you'd know," said the little girl, gravely. "If it +wasn't a fairy country you couldn't have a fox head and the shaggy man +couldn't have a donkey head, and the Rainbow's Daughter would be +invis'ble." +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" asked the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis'ble is a thing +you can't see." +</P> + +<P> +"Then Toto's invis'ble," declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was +right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him barking +furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them. +</P> + +<P> +They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at, +and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious +creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender +and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they +could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth +costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its +hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird's. The +creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and +yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the +sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were +small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel. +</P> + +<P> +"What in the world do you s'pose that is?" asked Dorothy in a hushed +voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching the strange +creature. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same place +but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of being +black, it was now pure white, with a face like that of a clown in a +circus and hair of a brilliant purple. The creature could bend either +way, and its white toes now curled the same way the black ones on the +other side had done. +</P> + +<P> +"It has a face both front and back," whispered Dorothy, wonderingly; +"only there's no back at all, but two fronts." +</P> + +<P> +Having made the turn, the being sat motionless as before, while Toto +barked louder at the white man than he had done at the black one. +</P> + +<P> +"Once," said the shaggy man, "I had a jumping jack like that, with two +faces." +</P> + +<P> +"Was it alive?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"No," replied the shaggy man; "it worked on strings and was made of +wood." +</P> + +<P> +"Wonder if this works with strings," said Dorothy; but Polychrome cried +"Look!" for another creature just like the first had suddenly appeared +sitting on another rock, its black side toward them. The two twisted +their heads around and showed a black face on the white side of one and +a white face on the black side of the other. +</P> + +<P> +"How curious," said Polychrome; "and how loose their heads seem to be! +Are they friendly to us, do you think?" +</P> + +<P> +"Can't tell, Polly," replied Dorothy. "Let's ask 'em." +</P> + +<P> +The creatures flopped first one way and then the other, showing black +or white by turns; and now another joined them, appearing on another +rock. Our friends had come to a little hollow in the hills, and the +place where they now stood was surrounded by jagged peaks of rock, +except where the road ran through. +</P> + +<P> +"Now there are four of them," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"Five," declared Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"Six," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Lots of 'em!" cried Button-Bright; and so there were—quite a row of +the two-sided black and white creatures sitting on the rocks all around. +</P> + +<P> +Toto stopped barking and ran between Dorothy's feet, where he crouched +down as if afraid. The creatures did not look pleasant or friendly, to +be sure, and the shaggy man's donkey face became solemn, indeed. +</P> + +<P> +"Ask 'em who they are, and what they want," whispered Dorothy; so the +shaggy man called out in a loud voice: +</P> + +<P> +"Who are you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Scoodlers!" they yelled in chorus, their voices sharp and shrill. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you want?" called the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"You!" they yelled, pointing their thin fingers at the group; and they +all flopped around, so they were white, and then all flopped back +again, so they were black. +</P> + +<P> +"But what do you want us for?" asked the shaggy man, uneasily. +</P> + +<P> +"Soup!" they all shouted, as if with one voice. +</P> + +<P> +"Goodness me!" said Dorothy, trembling a little; "the Scoodlers must be +reg'lar cannibals." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want to be soup," protested Button-Bright, beginning to cry. +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, dear," said the little girl, trying to comfort him; "we don't +any of us want to be soup. But don't worry; the shaggy man will take +care of us." +</P> + +<P> +"Will he?" asked Polychrome, who did not like the Scoodlers at all, and +kept close to Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll try," promised the shaggy man; but he looked worried. +</P> + +<P> +Happening just then to feel the Love Magnet in his pocket, he said to +the creatures, with more confidence: +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you love me?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes!" they shouted, all together. +</P> + +<P> +"Then you mustn't harm me, or my friends," said the shaggy man, firmly. +</P> + +<P> +"We love you in soup!" they yelled, and in a flash turned their white +sides to the front. +</P> + +<P> +"How dreadful!" said Dorothy. "This is a time, Shaggy Man, when you +get loved too much." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want to be soup!" wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began to +whine dismally, as if he didn't want to be soup, either. +</P> + +<P> +"The only thing to do," said the shaggy man to his friends, in a low +tone, "is to get out of this pocket in the rocks as soon as we can, and +leave the Scoodlers behind us. Follow me, my dears, and don't pay any +attention to what they do or say." +</P> + +<P> +With this, he began to march along the road to the opening in the rocks +ahead, and the others kept close behind him. But the Scoodlers closed +up in front, as if to bar their way, and so the shaggy man stooped down +and picked up a loose stone, which he threw at the creatures to scare +them from the path. +</P> + +<P> +At this the Scoodlers raised a howl. Two of them picked their heads +from their shoulders and hurled them at the shaggy man with such force +that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran +forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on again, +after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap10"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle +</H3> + +<P> +The shaggy man got up and felt of himself to see if he was hurt; but he +was not. One of the heads had struck his breast and the other his left +shoulder; yet though they had knocked him down, the heads were not hard +enough to bruise him. +</P> + +<P> +"Come on," he said firmly; "we've got to get out of here some way," and +forward he started again. +</P> + +<P> +The Scoodlers began yelling and throwing their heads in great numbers +at our frightened friends. The shaggy man was knocked over again, and +so was Button-Bright, who kicked his heels against the ground and +howled as loud as he could, although he was not hurt a bit. One head +struck Toto, who first yelped and then grabbed the head by an ear and +started running away with it. +</P> + +<P> +The Scoodlers who had thrown their heads began to scramble down and run +to pick them up, with wonderful quickness; but the one whose head Toto +had stolen found it hard to get it back again. The head couldn't see +the body with either pair of its eyes, because the dog was in the way, +so the headless Scoodler stumbled around over the rocks and tripped on +them more than once in its effort to regain its top. Toto was trying +to get outside the rocks and roll the head down the hill; but some of +the other Scoodlers came to the rescue of their unfortunate comrade and +pelted the dog with their own heads until he was obliged to drop his +burden and hurry back to Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +The little girl and the Rainbow's Daughter had both escaped the shower +of heads, but they saw now that it would be useless to try to run away +from the dreadful Scoodlers. +</P> + +<P> +"We may as well submit," declared the shaggy man, in a rueful voice, as +he got upon his feet again. He turned toward their foes and asked: +</P> + +<P> +"What do you want us to do?" +</P> + +<P> +"Come!" they cried, in a triumphant chorus, and at once sprang from the +rocks and surrounded their captives on all sides. One funny thing +about the Scoodlers was they could walk in either direction, coming or +going, without turning around; because they had two faces and, as +Dorothy said, "two front sides," and their feet were shaped like the +letter T upside down. They moved with great rapidity and there was +something about their glittering eyes and contrasting colors and +removable heads that inspired the poor prisoners with horror, and made +them long to escape. +</P> + +<P> +But the creatures led their captives away from the rocks and the road, +down the hill by a side path until they came before a low mountain of +rock that looked like a huge bowl turned upside down. At the edge of +this mountain was a deep gulf—so deep that when you looked into it +there was nothing but blackness below. Across the gulf was a narrow +bridge of rock, and at the other end of the bridge was an arched +opening that led into the mountain. +</P> + +<P> +Over this bridge the Scoodlers led their prisoners, through the opening +into the mountain, which they found to be an immense hollow dome +lighted by several holes in the roof. All around the circular space +were built rock houses, set close together, each with a door in the +front wall. None of these houses was more than six feet wide, but the +Scoodlers were thin people sidewise and did not need much room. So +vast was the dome that there was a large space in the middle of the +cave, in front of all these houses, where the creatures might +congregate as in a great hall. +</P> + +<P> +It made Dorothy shudder to see a huge iron kettle suspended by a stout +chain in the middle of the place, and underneath the kettle a great +heap of kindling wood and shavings, ready to light. +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" asked the shaggy man, drawing back as they approached +this place, so that they were forced to push him forward. +</P> + +<P> +"The Soup Kettle!" yelled the Scoodlers, and then they shouted in the +next breath: +</P> + +<P> +"We're hungry!" +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright, holding Dorothy's hand in one chubby fist and Polly's +hand in the other, was so affected by this shout that he began to cry +again, repeating the protest: +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want to be soup, I don't!" +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, consolingly; "I ought to make enough +soup to feed them all, I'm so big; so I'll ask them to put me in the +kettle first." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," said Button-Bright, more cheerfully. +</P> + +<P> +But the Scoodlers were not ready to make soup yet. They led the +captives into a house at the farthest side of the cave—a house +somewhat wider than the others. +</P> + +<P> +"Who lives here?" asked the Rainbow's Daughter. The Scoodlers nearest +her replied: +</P> + +<P> +"The Queen." +</P> + +<P> +It made Dorothy hopeful to learn that a woman ruled over these fierce +creatures, but a moment later they were ushered by two or three of the +escort into a gloomy, bare room—and her hope died away. +</P> + +<P> +For the Queen of the Scoodlers proved to be much more dreadful in +appearance than any of her people. One side of her was fiery red, with +jet-black hair and green eyes and the other side of her was bright +yellow, with crimson hair and black eyes. She wore a short skirt of +red and yellow and her hair, instead of being banged, was a tangle of +short curls upon which rested a circular crown of silver—much dented +and twisted because the Queen had thrown her head at so many things so +many times. Her form was lean and bony and both her faces were deeply +wrinkled. +</P> + +<P> +"What have we here?" asked the Queen sharply, as our friends were made +to stand before her. +</P> + +<P> +"Soup!" cried the guard of Scoodlers, speaking together. +</P> + +<P> +"We're not!" said Dorothy, indignantly; "we're nothing of the sort." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, but you will be soon," retorted the Queen, a grim smile making her +look more dreadful than before. +</P> + +<P> +"Pardon me, most beautiful vision," said the shaggy man, bowing before +the queen politely. "I must request your Serene Highness to let us go +our way without being made into soup. For I own the Love Magnet, and +whoever meets me must love me and all my friends." +</P> + +<P> +"True," replied the Queen. "We love you very much; so much that we +intend to eat your broth with real pleasure. But tell me, do you think +I am so beautiful?" +</P> + +<P> +"You won't be at all beautiful if you eat me," he said, shaking his +head sadly. "Handsome is as handsome does, you know." +</P> + +<P> +The Queen turned to Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Do YOU think I'm beautiful?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"No," said the boy; "you're ugly." +</P> + +<P> +"I think you're a fright," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"If you could see yourself you'd be terribly scared," added Polly. +</P> + +<P> +The Queen scowled at them and flopped from her red side to her yellow +side. +</P> + +<P> +"Take them away," she commanded the guard, "and at six o'clock run them +through the meat chopper and start the soup kettle boiling. And put +plenty of salt in the broth this time, or I'll punish the cooks +severely." +</P> + +<P> +"Any onions, your Majesty?" asked one of the guard. +</P> + +<P> +"Plenty of onions and garlic and a dash of red pepper. Now, go!" +</P> + +<P> +The Scoodlers led the captives away and shut them up in one of the +houses, leaving only a single Scoodler to keep guard. +</P> + +<P> +The place was a sort of store-house; containing bags of potatoes and +baskets of carrots, onions and turnips. +</P> + +<P> +"These," said their guard, pointing to the vegetables, "we use to +flavor our soups with." +</P> + +<P> +The prisoners were rather disheartened by this time, for they saw no +way to escape and did not know how soon it would be six o'clock and +time for the meatchopper to begin work. But the shaggy man was brave +and did not intend to submit to such a horrid fate without a struggle. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm going to fight for our lives," he whispered to the children, "for +if I fail we will be no worse off than before, and to sit here quietly +until we are made into soup would be foolish and cowardly." +</P> + +<P> +The Scoodler on guard stood near the doorway, turning first his white +side toward them and then his black side, as if he wanted to show to +all of his greedy four eyes the sight of so many fat prisoners. The +captives sat in a sorrowful group at the other end of the room—except +Polychrome, who danced back and forth in the little place to keep +herself warm, for she felt the chill of the cave. Whenever she +approached the shaggy man he would whisper something in her ear, and +Polly would nod her pretty head as if she understood. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man told Dorothy and Button-Bright to stand before him while +he emptied the potatoes out of one of the sacks. When this had been +secretly done, little Polychrome, dancing near to the guard, suddenly +reached out her hand and slapped his face, the next instant whirling +away from him quickly to rejoin her friends. +</P> + +<P> +The angry Scoodler at once picked off his head and hurled it at the +Rainbow's Daughter; but the shaggy man was expecting that, and caught +the head very neatly, putting it in the sack, which he tied at the +mouth. The body of the guard, not having the eyes of its head to guide +it, ran here and there in an aimless manner, and the shaggy man easily +dodged it and opened the door. Fortunately, there was no one in the +big cave at that moment, so he told Dorothy and Polly to run as fast as +they could for the entrance, and out across the narrow bridge. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll carry Button-Bright," he said, for he knew the little boy's legs +were too short to run fast. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy picked up Toto and then seized Polly's hand and ran swiftly +toward the entrance to the cave. The shaggy man perched Button-Bright +on his shoulders and ran after them. They moved so quickly and their +escape was so wholly unexpected that they had almost reached the bridge +when one of the Scoodlers looked out of his house and saw them. +</P> + +<P> +The creature raised a shrill cry that brought all of its fellows +bounding out of the numerous doors, and at once they started in chase. +Dorothy and Polly had reached the bridge and crossed it when the +Scoodlers began throwing their heads. One of the queer missiles struck +the shaggy man on his back and nearly knocked him over; but he was at +the mouth of the cave now, so he set down Button-Bright and told the +boy to run across the bridge to Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +Then the shaggy man turned around and faced his enemies, standing just +outside the opening, and as fast as they threw their heads at him he +caught them and tossed them into the black gulf below. The headless +bodies of the foremost Scoodlers kept the others from running close up, +but they also threw their heads in an effort to stop the escaping +prisoners. The shaggy man caught them all and sent them whirling down +into the black gulf. Among them he noticed the crimson and yellow head +of the Queen, and this he tossed after the others with right good will. +</P> + +<P> +Presently every Scoodler of the lot had thrown its head, and every head +was down in the deep gulf, and now the helpless bodies of the creatures +were mixed together in the cave and wriggling around in a vain attempt +to discover what had become of their heads. The shaggy man laughed and +walked across the bridge to rejoin his companions. +</P> + +<P> +"It's lucky I learned to play base-ball when I was young," he remarked, +"for I caught all those heads easily and never missed one. But come +along, little ones; the Scoodlers will never bother us or anyone else +any more." +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright was still frightened and kept insisting, "I don't want to +be soup!" for the victory had been gained so suddenly that the boy +could not realize they were free and safe. But the shaggy man assured +him that all danger of their being made into soup was now past, as the +Scoodlers would be unable to eat soup for some time to come. +</P> + +<P> +So now, anxious to get away from the horrid gloomy cave as soon as +possible, they hastened up the hillside and regained the road just +beyond the place where they had first met the Scoodlers; and you may be +sure they were glad to find their feet on the old familiar path again. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap11"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +11. Johnny Dooit Does It +</H3> + +<P> +"It's getting awful rough walking," said Dorothy, as they trudged +along. Button-Bright gave a deep sigh and said he was hungry. Indeed, +all were hungry, and thirsty, too; for they had eaten nothing but the +apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew silent and +weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a barren hill and +saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of grass at their +feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them. +</P> + +<P> +Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing +sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a +spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild +strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat. +Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the +hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to +eat and to drink. They lost no time in picking the biggest +strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts' +content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a +fearful, dismal desert, everywhere gray sand. At the edge of this +awful waste was a large, white sign with black letters neatly painted +upon it and the letters made these words: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT<BR> +<BR> +For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh<BR> +to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the<BR> +<BR> +LAND OF OZ<BR> +<BR> +But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country<BR> +because of these Destroying Sands +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Oh," said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read the sign aloud; "I've +seen this desert before, and it's true no one can live who tries to +walk upon the sands." +</P> + +<P> +"Then we musn't try it," answered the shaggy man thoughtfully. "But as +we can't go ahead and there's no use going back, what shall we do next?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure I don't know, either," added Dorothy, despondently. +</P> + +<P> +"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow's +Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you +could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or +worry of any sort. But I suppose father's too busy just now to search +the world for me." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want to dance," said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon +the soft grass. +</P> + +<P> +"It's very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other +things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I'm 'fraid +they'd be kind of soft an' squashy under foot, anyhow, although they're +so pretty to look at." +</P> + +<P> +This didn't help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and +looked at one another questioningly. +</P> + +<P> +"Really, I don't know what to do," muttered the shaggy man, gazing hard +at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" just as +if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a stick +and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a while +in deep thought. Finally, the shaggy man said: +</P> + +<P> +"It's nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty place +and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best to be +done." +</P> + +<P> +There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves +of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, +so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when it +was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning. +</P> + +<P> +Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the +starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters. +Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good +thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was +soon lost in slumber. +</P> + +<P> +In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and +sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said: +</P> + +<P> +"Polly, can you do any magic?" +</P> + +<P> +"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head. +</P> + +<P> +"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter," continued +Dorothy, earnestly. +</P> + +<P> +"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for +magic," replied Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the desert +to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it already, you +know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some +Silver Shoes brought me back again—in half a second. Then Ozma took +me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic Belt took me +home that time. You see it was magic that did it every time 'cept the +first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to happen along and take us to the +Emerald City now." +</P> + +<P> +"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway." +</P> + +<P> +"That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the +little Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright +can't; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which +won't help us much." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile on +his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call +to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love Magnet, and +this friend surely will be able to help us." +</P> + +<P> +"Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Johnny Dooit." +</P> + +<P> +"What can Johnny do?" +</P> + +<P> +"Anything," answered the shaggy man, with confidence. +</P> + +<P> +"Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the +paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand he +looked at it steadily and said these words: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me.<BR> +I need you bad as bad can be." +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn't say +you need me bad, 'cause I'm always, ALWAYS, good." +</P> + +<P> +At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting +on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was +grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he +had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard +knot underneath the leather apron that reached from his chin nearly to +his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a +long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes +were twinkling and merry. The little man's hands and arms were as hard +and tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny Dooit +looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime. +</P> + +<P> +"Good morning, Johnny," said the shaggy man. "Thank you for coming to +me so quickly." +</P> + +<P> +"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what's +happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, I +wouldn't have known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn't looked at your +feet." +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and +Button-Bright and the Rainbow's Daughter, and told him the story of +their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the +Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would +take care of them and send them safe home again. +</P> + +<P> +"But," said he, "we find that we can't cross this desert, which turns +all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to come +and help us." +</P> + +<P> +Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful +desert in front of them—stretching so far away they could not see its +end. +</P> + +<P> +"You must ride," he said, briskly. +</P> + +<P> +"What in?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship. +The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot +touch your flesh to turn it into dust." +</P> + +<P> +"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the +way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the +horrid sand at all." +</P> + +<P> +"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all around +him. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit. +</P> + +<P> +As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his +pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and +Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes. +</P> + +<P> +Johnny Dooit moved quickly now—so quickly that they were astonished at +the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for +everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools +because they did their work so fast and so well. +</P> + +<P> +The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen +to it. She thought the words were something like these: +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The only way to do a thing<BR> +Is do it when you can,<BR> +And do it cheerfully, and sing<BR> +And work and think and plan.<BR> +The only real unhappy one<BR> +Is he who dares to shirk;<BR> +The only really happy one<BR> +Is he who cares to work.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and +they all stood by and watched him in amazement. +</P> + +<P> +He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took +a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad, long +boards. He then nailed the boards together into the shape of a boat, +about twelve feet long and four feet wide. He cut from another tree a +long, slender pole which, when trimmed of its branches and fastened +upright in the center of the boat, served as a mast. From the chest he +drew a coil of rope and a big bundle of canvas, and with these—still +humming his song—he rigged up a sail, arranging it so it could be +raised or lowered upon the mast. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy fairly gasped with wonder to see the thing grow so speedily +before her eyes, and both Button-Bright and Polly looked on with the +same absorbed interest. +</P> + +<P> +"It ought to be painted," said Johnny Dooit, tossing his tools back +into the chest, "for that would make it look prettier. But 'though I +can paint it for you in three seconds it would take an hour to dry, and +that's a waste of time." +</P> + +<P> +"We don't care how it looks," said the shaggy man, "if only it will +take us across the desert." +</P> + +<P> +"It will do that," declared Johnny Dooit. "All you need worry about is +tipping over. Did you ever sail a ship?" +</P> + +<P> +"I've seen one sailed," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"Good. Sail this boat the way you've seen a ship sailed, and you'll be +across the sands before you know it." +</P> + +<P> +With this he slammed down the lid of the chest, and the noise made them +all wink. While they were winking the workman disappeared, tools and +all. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap12"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +12. The Deadly Desert Crossed +</H3> + +<P> +"Oh, that's too bad!" cried Dorothy; "I wanted to thank Johnny Dooit +for all his kindness to us." +</P> + +<P> +"He hasn't time to listen to thanks," replied the shaggy man; "but I'm +sure he knows we are grateful. I suppose he is already at work in some +other part of the world." +</P> + +<P> +They now looked more carefully at the sand-boat, and saw that the +bottom was modeled with two sharp runners which would glide through the +sand. The front of the sand-boat was pointed like the bow of a ship, +and there was a rudder at the stern to steer by. +</P> + +<P> +It had been built just at the edge of the desert, so that all its +length lay upon the gray sand except the after part, which still rested +on the strip of grass. +</P> + +<P> +"Get in, my dears," said the shaggy man; "I'm sure I can manage this +boat as well as any sailor. All you need do is sit still in your +places." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy got in, Toto in her arms, and sat on the bottom of the boat +just in front of the mast. Button-Bright sat in front of Dorothy, +while Polly leaned over the bow. The shaggy man knelt behind the mast. +When all were ready he raised the sail half-way. The wind caught it. +At once the sand-boat started forward—slowly at first, then with added +speed. The shaggy man pulled the sail way up, and they flew so fast +over the Deadly Desert that every one held fast to the sides of the +boat and scarcely dared to breathe. +</P> + +<P> +The sand lay in billows, and was in places very uneven, so that the +boat rocked dangerously from side to side; but it never quite tipped +over, and the speed was so great that the shaggy man himself became +frightened and began to wonder how he could make the ship go slower. +</P> + +<P> +"It we're spilled in this sand, in the middle of the desert," Dorothy +thought to herself, "we'll be nothing but dust in a few minutes, and +that will be the end of us." +</P> + +<P> +But they were not spilled, and by-and-by Polychrome, who was clinging +to the bow and looking straight ahead, saw a dark line before them and +wondered what it was. It grew plainer every second, until she +discovered it to be a row of jagged rocks at the end of the desert, +while high above these rocks she could see a tableland of green grass +and beautiful trees. +</P> + +<P> +"Look out!" she screamed to the shaggy man. "Go slowly, or we shall +smash into the rocks." +</P> + +<P> +He heard her, and tried to pull down the sail; but the wind would not +let go of the broad canvas and the ropes had become tangled. +</P> + +<P> +Nearer and nearer they drew to the great rocks, and the shaggy man was +in despair because he could do nothing to stop the wild rush of the +sand-boat. +</P> + +<P> +They reached the edge of the desert and bumped squarely into the rocks. +There was a crash as Dorothy, Button-Bright, Toto and Polly flew up in +the air in a curve like a skyrocket's, one after another landing high +upon the grass, where they rolled and tumbled for a time before they +could stop themselves. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap +beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the +donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he +could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go, +and sat up to look around him. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by +knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully +at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had +stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs +frantically in an effort to get free. +</P> + +<P> +Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood up +and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of the +desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters now, +crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away the +sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments of +it fluttered like a white flag. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is I don't +know." +</P> + +<P> +"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to +his side. +</P> + +<P> +"Must it?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere +in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City." +</P> + +<P> +"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there." +</P> + +<P> +"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued. +</P> + +<P> +"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere; +but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us a +welcome." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap13"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +13. The Truth Pond +</H3> + +<P> +They now made a more careful examination of the country around them. +All was fresh and beautiful after the sultriness of the desert, and the +sunshine and sweet, crisp air were delightful to the wanderers. Little +mounds of yellowish green were away at the right, while on the left +waved a group of tall leafy trees bearing yellow blossoms that looked +like tassels and pompoms. Among the grasses carpeting the ground were +pretty buttercups and cowslips and marigolds. After looking at these a +moment Dorothy said reflectively: +</P> + +<P> +"We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that +country is yellow, and you will notice that 'most everything here is +yellow that has any color at all." +</P> + +<P> +"But I thought this was the Land of Oz," replied the shaggy man, as if +greatly disappointed. +</P> + +<P> +"So it is," she declared; "but there are four parts to the Land of Oz. +The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. +The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. +Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in the +West, the yellow Country of the Winkies. This is the part that is +ruled by the Tin Woodman, you know." +</P> + +<P> +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, he's the tin man I told you about. His name is Nick Chopper, and +he has a lovely heart given him by the wonderful Wizard." +</P> + +<P> +"Where does HE live?" asked the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"The Wizard? Oh, he lives in the Emerald City, which is just in the +middle of Oz, where the corners of the four countries meet." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh," said Button-Bright, puzzled by this explanation. +</P> + +<P> +"We must be some distance from the Emerald City," remarked the shaggy +man. +</P> + +<P> +"That's true," she replied; "so we'd better start on and see if we can +find any of the Winkies. They're nice people," she continued, as the +little party began walking toward the group of trees, "and I came here +once with my friends the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, and the +Cowardly Lion, to fight a wicked witch who had made all the Winkies her +slaves." +</P> + +<P> +"Did you conquer her?" asked Polly. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I melted her with a bucket of water, and that was the end of +her," replied Dorothy. "After that the people were free, you know, and +they made Nick Chopper—that's the Tin Woodman—their Emp'ror." +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Emp'ror? Oh, it's something like an alderman, I guess." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh," said the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"But I thought Princess Ozma ruled Oz," said the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"So she does; she rules the Emerald City and all the four countries of +Oz; but each country has another little ruler, not so big as Ozma. +It's like the officers of an army, you see; the little rulers are all +captains, and Ozma's the general." +</P> + +<P> +By this time they had reached the trees, which stood in a perfect +circle and just far enough apart so that their thick branches +touched—or "shook hands," as Button-Bright remarked. Under the shade +of the trees they found, in the center of the circle, a crystal pool, +its water as still as glass. It must have been deep, too, for when +Polychrome bent over it she gave a little sigh of pleasure. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it's a mirror!" she cried; for she could see all her pretty face +and fluffy, rainbow-tinted gown reflected in the pool, as natural as +life. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy bent over, too, and began to arrange her hair, blown by the +desert wind into straggling tangles. Button-Bright leaned over the +edge next, and then began to cry, for the sight of his fox head +frightened the poor little fellow. +</P> + +<P> +"I guess I won't look," remarked the shaggy man, sadly, for he didn't +like his donkey head, either. While Polly and Dorothy tried to comfort +Button-Bright, the shaggy man sat down near the edge of the pool, where +his image could not be reflected, and stared at the water thoughtfully. +As he did this he noticed a silver plate fastened to a rock just under +the surface of the water, and on the silver plate was engraved these +words: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE TRUTH POND +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Ah!" cried the shaggy man, springing to his feet with eager joy; +"we've found it at last." +</P> + +<P> +"Found what?" asked Dorothy, running to him. +</P> + +<P> +"The Truth Pond. Now, at last, I may get rid of this frightful head; +for we were told, you remember, that only the Truth Pond could restore +to me my proper face." +</P> + +<P> +"Me, too!" shouted Button-Bright, trotting up to them. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course," said Dorothy. "It will cure you both of your bad heads, I +guess. Isn't it lucky we found it?" +</P> + +<P> +"It is, indeed," replied the shaggy man. "I hated dreadfully to go to +Princess Ozma looking like this; and she's to have a birthday +celebration, too." +</P> + +<P> +Just then a splash startled them, for Button-Bright, in his anxiety to +see the pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge and +tumbled heels over head into the water. Down he went, out of sight +entirely, so that only his sailor hat floated on the top of the Truth +Pond. +</P> + +<P> +He soon bobbed up, and the shaggy man seized him by his sailor collar +and dragged him to the shore, dripping and gasping for breath. They +all looked upon the boy wonderingly, for the fox head with its sharp +nose and pointed ears was gone, and in its place appeared the chubby +round face and blue eyes and pretty curls that had belonged to +Button-Bright before King Dox of Foxville transformed him. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, what a darling!" cried Polly, and would have hugged the little one +had he not been so wet. +</P> + +<P> +Their joyful exclamations made the child rub the water out of his eyes +and look at his friends questioningly. +</P> + +<P> +"You're all right now, dear," said Dorothy. "Come and look at +yourself." She led him to the pool, and although there were still a few +ripples on the surface of the water he could see his reflection plainly. +</P> + +<P> +"It's me!" he said, in a pleased yet awed whisper. +</P> + +<P> +"'Course it is," replied the girl, "and we're all as glad as you are, +Button-Bright." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," announced the shaggy man, "it's my turn next." He took off his +shaggy coat and laid it on the grass and dived head first into the +Truth Pond. +</P> + +<P> +When he came up the donkey head had disappeared, and the shaggy man's +own shaggy head was in its place, with the water dripping in little +streams from his shaggy whiskers. He scrambled ashore and shook +himself to get off some of the wet, and then leaned over the pool to +look admiringly at his reflected face. +</P> + +<P> +"I may not be strictly beautiful, even now," he said to his companions, +who watched him with smiling faces; "but I'm so much handsomer than any +donkey that I feel as proud as I can be." +</P> + +<P> +"You're all right, Shaggy Man," declared Dorothy. "And Button-Bright +is all right, too. So let's thank the Truth Pond for being so nice, +and start on our journey to the Emerald City." +</P> + +<P> +"I hate to leave it," murmured the shaggy man, with a sigh. "A truth +pond wouldn't be a bad thing to carry around with us." But he put on +his coat and started with the others in search of some one to direct +them on their way. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap14"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +14. Tik-Tok and Billina +</H3> + +<P> +They had not walked far across the flower-strewn meadows when they came +upon a fine road leading toward the northwest and winding gracefully +among the pretty yellow hills. +</P> + +<P> +"That way," said Dorothy, "must be the direction of the Emerald City. +We'd better follow the road until we meet some one or come to a house." +</P> + +<P> +The sun soon dried Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes, and so pleased were they at regaining their own heads +that they did not mind at all the brief discomfort of getting wet. +</P> + +<P> +"It's good to be able to whistle again," remarked the shaggy man, "for +those donkey lips were so thick I could not whistle a note with them." +He warbled a tune as merrily as any bird. +</P> + +<P> +"You'll look more natural at the birthday celebration, too," said +Dorothy, happy in seeing her friends so happy. +</P> + +<P> +Polychrome was dancing ahead in her usual sprightly manner, whirling +gaily along the smooth, level road, until she passed from sight around +the curve of one of the mounds. Suddenly they heard her exclaim "Oh!" +and she appeared again, running toward them at full speed. +</P> + +<P> +"What's the matter, Polly?" asked Dorothy, perplexed. +</P> + +<P> +There was no need for the Rainbow's Daughter to answer, for turning the +bend in the road there came advancing slowly toward them a funny round +man made of burnished copper, gleaming brightly in the sun. Perched on +the copper man's shoulder sat a yellow hen, with fluffy feathers and a +pearl necklace around her throat. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Tik-tok!" cried Dorothy, running forward. When she came to him, +the copper man lifted the little girl in his copper arms and kissed her +cheek with his copper lips. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Billina!" cried Dorothy, in a glad voice, and the yellow hen flew +to her arms, to be hugged and petted by turns. +</P> + +<P> +The others were curiously crowding around the group, and the girl said +to them: +</P> + +<P> +"It's Tik-tok and Billina; and oh! I'm so glad to see them again." +</P> + +<P> +"Wel-come to Oz," said the copper man in a monotonous voice. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy sat right down in the road, the yellow hen in her arms, and +began to stroke Billina's back. Said the hen: +</P> + +<P> +"Dorothy, dear, I've got some wonderful news to tell you." +</P> + +<P> +"Tell it quick, Billina!" said the girl. +</P> + +<P> +Just then Toto, who had been growling to himself in a cross way, gave a +sharp bark and flew at the yellow hen, who ruffled her feathers and let +out such an angry screech that Dorothy was startled. +</P> + +<P> +"Stop, Toto! Stop that this minute!" she commanded. "Can't you see +that Billina is my friend?" In spite of this warning had she not +grabbed Toto quickly by the neck the little dog would have done the +yellow hen a mischief, and even now he struggled madly to escape +Dorothy's grasp. She slapped his ears once or twice and told him to +behave, and the yellow hen flew to Tik-tok's shoulder again, where she +was safe. +</P> + +<P> +"What a brute!" croaked Billina, glaring down at the little dog. +</P> + +<P> +"Toto isn't a brute," replied Dorothy, "but at home Uncle Henry has to +whip him sometimes for chasing the chickens. Now look here, Toto," she +added, holding up her finger and speaking sternly to him, "you've got +to understand that Billina is one of my dearest friends, and musn't be +hurt—now or ever." +</P> + +<P> +Toto wagged his tail as if he understood. +</P> + +<P> +"The miserable thing can't talk," said Billina, with a sneer. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, he can," replied Dorothy; "he talks with his tail, and I know +everything he says. If you could wag your tail, Billina, you wouldn't +need words to talk with." +</P> + +<P> +"Nonsense!" said Billina. +</P> + +<P> +"It isn't nonsense at all. Just now Toto says he's sorry, and that +he'll try to love you for my sake. Don't you, Toto?" +</P> + +<P> +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, wagging his tail again. +</P> + +<P> +"But I've such wonderful news for you, Dorothy," cried the yellow hen; +"I've—" +</P> + +<P> +"Wait a minute, dear," interrupted the little girl; "I've got to +introduce you all, first. That's manners, Billina. This," turning to +her traveling companions, "is Mr. Tik-tok, who works by machinery +'cause his thoughts wind up, and his talk winds up, and his action +winds up—like a clock." +</P> + +<P> +"Do they all wind up together?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"No; each one separate. But he works just lovely, and Tik-tok was a +good friend to me once, and saved my life—and Billina's life, too." +</P> + +<P> +"Is he alive?" asked Button-Bright, looking hard at the copper man. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, no, but his machinery makes him just as good as alive." She +turned to the copper man and said politely: "Mr. Tik-tok, these are my +new friends: the shaggy man, and Polly the Rainbow's Daughter, and +Button-Bright, and Toto. Only Toto isn't a new friend, 'cause he's +been to Oz before." +</P> + +<P> +The copper man bowed low, removing his copper hat as he did so. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm ve-ry pleased to meet Dor-o-thy's fr-r-r-r—-" Here he stopped +short. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I guess his speech needs winding!" said the little girl, running +behind the copper man to get the key off a hook at his back. She wound +him up at a place under his right arm and he went on to say: +</P> + +<P> +"Par-don me for run-ning down. I was a-bout to say I am pleased to +meet Dor-o-thy's friends, who must be my friends." The words were +somewhat jerky, but plain to understand. +</P> + +<P> +"And this is Billina," continued Dorothy, introducing the yellow hen, +and they all bowed to her in turn. +</P> + +<P> +"I've such wonderful news," said the hen, turning her head so that one +bright eye looked full at Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"What is it, dear?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"I've hatched out ten of the loveliest chicks you ever saw." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, how nice! And where are they, Billina?" +</P> + +<P> +"I left them at home. But they're beauties, I assure you, and all +wonderfully clever. I've named them Dorothy." +</P> + +<P> +"Which one?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"All of them," replied Billina. +</P> + +<P> +"That's funny. Why did you name them all with the same name?" +</P> + +<P> +"It was so hard to tell them apart," explained the hen. "Now, when I +call 'Dorothy,' they all come running to me in a bunch; it's much +easier, after all, than having a separate name for each." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm just dying to see 'em, Billina," said Dorothy, eagerly. "But tell +me, my friends, how did you happen to be here, in the Country of the +Winkies, the first of all to meet us?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'll tell you," answered Tik-tok, in his monotonous voice, all the +sounds of his words being on one level—"Prin-cess Oz-ma saw you in her +mag-ic pic-ture, and knew you were com-ing here; so she sent Bil-lin-a +and me to wel-come you as she could not come her-self; so +that—fiz-i-dig-le cum-so-lut-ing hy-ber-gob-ble in-tu-zib-ick—" +</P> + +<P> +"Good gracious! Whatever's the matter now?" cried Dorothy, as the +copper man continued to babble these unmeaning words, which no one +could understand at all because they had no sense. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, who was half scared. Polly whirled +away to a distance and turned to look at the copper man in a fright. +</P> + +<P> +"His thoughts have run down, this time," remarked Billina composedly, +as she sat on Tik-tok's shoulder and pruned her sleek feathers. "When +he can't think, he can't talk properly, any more than you can. You'll +have to wind up his thoughts, Dorothy, or else I'll have to finish his +story myself." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy ran around and got the key again and wound up Tik-tok under his +left arm, after which he could speak plainly again. +</P> + +<P> +"Par-don me," he said, "but when my thoughts run down, my speech has no +mean-ing, for words are formed on-ly by thought. I was a-bout to say +that Oz-ma sent us to wel-come you and in-vite you to come straight to +the Em-er-ald Ci-ty. She was too bus-y to come her-self, for she is +pre-par-ing for her birth-day cel-e-bra-tion, which is to be a grand +af-fair." +</P> + +<P> +"I've heard of it," said Dorothy, "and I'm glad we've come in time to +attend. Is it far from here to the Emerald City?" +</P> + +<P> +"Not ve-ry far," answered Tik-tok, "and we have plen-ty of time. +To-night we will stop at the pal-ace of the Tin Wood-man, and +to-mor-row night we will ar-rive at the Em-er-ald Ci-ty." +</P> + +<P> +"Goody!" cried Dorothy. "I'd like to see dear Nick Chopper again. +How's his heart?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's fine," said Billina; "the Tin Woodman says it gets softer and +kindlier every day. He's waiting at his castle to welcome you, +Dorothy; but he couldn't come with us because he's getting polished as +bright as possible for Ozma's party." +</P> + +<P> +"Well then," said Dorothy, "let's start on, and we can talk more as we +go." +</P> + +<P> +They proceeded on their journey in a friendly group, for Polychrome had +discovered that the copper man was harmless and was no longer afraid of +him. Button-Bright was also reassured, and took quite a fancy to +Tik-tok. He wanted the clockwork man to open himself, so that he might +see the wheels go round; but that was a thing Tik-tok could not do. +Button-Bright then wanted to wind up the copper man, and Dorothy +promised he should do so as soon as any part of the machinery ran down. +This pleased Button-Bright, who held fast to one of Tik-tok's copper +hands as he trudged along the road, while Dorothy walked on the other +side of her old friend and Billina perched by turns upon his shoulder +or his copper hat. Polly once more joyously danced ahead and Toto ran +after her, barking with glee. The shaggy man was left to walk behind; +but he didn't seem to mind that a bit, and whistled merrily or looked +curiously upon the pretty scenes they passed. +</P> + +<P> +At last they came to a hilltop from which the tin castle of Nick +Chopper could plainly be seen, its towers glistening magnificently +under the rays of the declining sun. +</P> + +<P> +"How pretty!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I've never seen the Emp'ror's new +house before." +</P> + +<P> +"He built it because the old castle was damp, and likely to rust his +tin body," said Billina. "All those towers and steeples and domes and +gables took a lot of tin, as you can see." +</P> + +<P> +"Is it a toy?" asked Button-Bright softly. +</P> + +<P> +"No, dear," answered Dorothy; "it's better than that. It's the fairy +dwelling of a fairy prince." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap15"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +15. The Emperor's Tin Castle +</H3> + +<P> +The grounds around Nick Chopper's new house were laid out in pretty +flower-beds, with fountains of crystal water and statues of tin +representing the Emperor's personal friends. Dorothy was astonished +and delighted to find a tin statue of herself standing on a tin +pedestal at a bend in the avenue leading up to the entrance. It was +life-size and showed her in her sunbonnet with her basket on her arm, +just as she had first appeared in the Land of Oz. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Toto—you're there too!" she exclaimed; and sure enough there was +the tin figure of Toto lying at the tin Dorothy's feet. +</P> + +<P> +Also, Dorothy saw figures of the Scarecrow, and the Wizard, and Ozma, +and of many others, including Tik-tok. They reached the grand tin +entrance to the tin castle, and the Tin Woodman himself came running +out of the door to embrace little Dorothy and give her a glad welcome. +He welcomed her friends as well, and the Rainbow's Daughter he declared +to be the loveliest vision his tin eyes had ever beheld. He patted +Button-Bright's curly head tenderly, for he was fond of children, and +turned to the shaggy man and shook both his hands at the same time. +</P> + +<P> +Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies, who was also known throughout +the Land of Oz as the Tin Woodman, was certainly a remarkable person. +He was neatly made, all of tin, nicely soldered at the joints, and his +various limbs were cleverly hinged to his body so that he could use +them nearly as well as if they had been common flesh. Once, he told +the shaggy man, he had been made all of flesh and bones, as other +people are, and then he chopped wood in the forests to earn his living. +But the axe slipped so often and cut off parts of him—which he had +replaced with tin—that finally there was no flesh left, nothing but +tin; so he became a real tin woodman. The wonderful Wizard of Oz had +given him an excellent heart to replace his old one, and he didn't at +all mind being tin. Every one loved him, he loved every one; and he +was therefore as happy as the day was long. +</P> + +<P> +The Emperor was proud of his new tin castle, and showed his visitors +through all the rooms. Every bit of the furniture was made of brightly +polished tin—the tables, chairs, beds, and all—even the floors and +walls were of tin. +</P> + +<P> +"I suppose," said he, "that there are no cleverer tinsmiths in all the +world than the Winkies. It would be hard to match this castle in +Kansas; wouldn't it, little Dorothy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Very hard," replied the child, gravely. +</P> + +<P> +"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! Did +you suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why not?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and +the desire to please one another, then we should be no better than the +rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is +not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for +what one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him +happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use." +</P> + +<P> +"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also +despise money—a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will +not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land +in all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live +here always." +</P> + +<P> +The Tin Woodman listened with respectful attention. Already he loved +the shaggy man, although he did not yet know of the Love Magnet. So he +said: +</P> + +<P> +"If you can prove to the Princess Ozma that you are honest and true and +worthy of our friendship, you may indeed live here all your days, and +be as happy as we are." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll try to prove that," said the shaggy man, earnestly. +</P> + +<P> +"And now," continued the Emperor, "you must all go to your rooms and +prepare for dinner, which will presently be served in the grand tin +dining-hall. I am sorry, Shaggy Man, that I can not offer you a change +of clothing; but I dress only in tin, myself, and I suppose that would +not suit you." +</P> + +<P> +"I care little about dress," said the shaggy man, indifferently. +</P> + +<P> +"So I should imagine," replied the Emperor, with true politeness. +</P> + +<P> +They were shown to their rooms and permitted to make such toilets as +they could, and soon they assembled again in the grand tin dining-hall, +even Toto being present. For the Emperor was fond of Dorothy's little +dog, and the girl explained to her friends that in Oz all animals were +treated with as much consideration as the people—"if they behave +themselves," she added. +</P> + +<P> +Toto behaved himself, and sat in a tin high-chair beside Dorothy and +ate his dinner from a tin platter. +</P> + +<P> +Indeed, they all ate from tin dishes, but these were of pretty shapes +and brightly polished; Dorothy thought they were just as good as silver. +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright looked curiously at the man who had "no appetite inside +him," for the Tin Woodman, although he had prepared so fine a feast for +his guests, ate not a mouthful himself, sitting patiently in his place +to see that all built so they could eat were well and plentifully +served. +</P> + +<P> +What pleased Button-Bright most about the dinner was the tin orchestra +that played sweet music while the company ate. The players were not +tin, being just ordinary Winkies; but the instruments they played upon +were all tin—tin trumpets, tin fiddles, tin drums and cymbals and +flutes and horns and all. They played so nicely the "Shining Emperor +Waltz," composed expressly in honor of the Tin Woodman by Mr. H. M. +Wogglebug, T.E., that Polly could not resist dancing to it. After she +had tasted a few dewdrops, freshly gathered for her, she danced +gracefully to the music while the others finished their repast; and +when she whirled until her fleecy draperies of rainbow hues enveloped +her like a cloud, the Tin Woodman was so delighted that he clapped his +tin hands until the noise of them drowned the sound of the cymbals. +</P> + +<P> +Altogether it was a merry meal, although Polychrome ate little and the +host nothing at all. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sorry the Rainbow's Daughter missed her mist-cakes," said the Tin +Woodman to Dorothy; "but by a mistake Miss Polly's mist-cakes were +mislaid and not missed until now. I'll try to have some for her +breakfast." +</P> + +<P> +They spent the evening telling stories, and the next morning left the +splendid tin castle and set out upon the road to the Emerald City. The +Tin Woodman went with them, of course, having by this time been so +brightly polished that he sparkled like silver. His axe, which he +always carried with him, had a steel blade that was tin plated and a +handle covered with tin plate beautifully engraved and set with +diamonds. +</P> + +<P> +The Winkies assembled before the castle gates and cheered their Emperor +as he marched away, and it was easy to see that they all loved him +dearly. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap16"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field +</H3> + +<P> +Dorothy let Button-Bright wind up the clock-work in the copper man this +morning—his thinking machine first, then his speech, and finally his +action; so he would doubtless run perfectly until they had reached the +Emerald City. The copper man and the tin man were good friends, and +not so much alike as you might think. For one was alive and the other +moved by means of machinery; one was tall and angular and the other +short and round. You could love the Tin Woodman because he had a fine +nature, kindly and simple; but the machine man you could only admire +without loving, since to love such a thing as he was as impossible as +to love a sewing-machine or an automobile. Yet Tik-tok was popular +with the people of Oz because he was so trustworthy, reliable and true; +he was sure to do exactly what he was wound up to do, at all times and +in all circumstances. Perhaps it is better to be a machine that does +its duty than a flesh-and-blood person who will not, for a dead truth +is better than a live falsehood. +</P> + +<P> +About noon the travelers reached a large field of pumpkins—a vegetable +quite appropriate to the yellow country of the Winkies—and some of the +pumpkins which grew there were of remarkable size. Just before they +entered upon this field they saw three little mounds that looked like +graves, with a pretty headstone to each one of them. +</P> + +<P> +"What is this?" asked Dorothy, in wonder. +</P> + +<P> +"It's Jack Pumpkinhead's private graveyard," replied the Tin Woodman. +</P> + +<P> +"But I thought nobody ever died in Oz," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"Nor do they; although if one is bad, he may be condemned and killed by +the good citizens," he answered. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy ran over to the little graves and read the words engraved upon +the tombstones. The first one said: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Here Lies the Mortal Part of<BR> +JACK PUMPKINHEAD<BR> +Which Spoiled April 9th.<BR> +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +She then went to the next stone, which read: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Here Lies the Mortal Part of<BR> +JACK PUMPKINHEAD<BR> +Which Spoiled October 2nd.<BR> +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +On the third stone were carved these words: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Here Lies the Mortal Part of<BR> +JACK PUMPKINHEAD<BR> +Which Spoiled January 24th.<BR> +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +"Poor Jack!" sighed Dorothy. "I'm sorry he had to die in three parts, +for I hoped to see him again." +</P> + +<P> +"So you shall," declared the Tin Woodman, "since he is still alive. +Come with me to his house, for Jack is now a farmer and lives in this +very pumpkin field." +</P> + +<P> +They walked over to a monstrous big, hollow pumpkin which had a door +and windows cut through the rind. There was a stovepipe running +through the stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front +door. +</P> + +<P> +They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a bench was a man +clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded blue trousers, whose +body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsily together. On his neck +was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a face carved on it such as a boy +often carves on a jack-lantern. +</P> + +<P> +This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with his +wooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the room +with them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed: +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!" +</P> + +<P> +He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the little +Kansas girl and Nick Chopper, and to be introduced to their new friends. +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright was at first rather shy with the quaint Pumpkinhead, but +Jack's face was so jolly and smiling—being carved that way—that the +boy soon grew to like him. +</P> + +<P> +"I thought a while ago that you were buried in three parts," said +Dorothy, "but now I see you're just the same as ever." +</P> + +<P> +"Not quite the same, my dear, for my mouth is a little more one-sided +than it used to be; but pretty nearly the same. I've a new head, and +this is the fourth one I've owned since Ozma first made me and brought +me to life by sprinkling me with the Magic Powder." +</P> + +<P> +"What became of the other heads, Jack?" +</P> + +<P> +"They spoiled and I buried them, for they were not even fit for pies. +Each time Ozma has carved me a new head just like the old one, and as +my body is by far the largest part of me, I am still Jack Pumpkinhead, +no matter how often I change my upper end. Once we had a dreadful time +to find another pumpkin, as they were out of season, and so I was +obliged to wear my old head a little longer than was strictly healthy. +But after this sad experience I resolved to raise pumpkins myself, so +as never to be caught again without one handy; and now I have this fine +field that you see before you. Some grow pretty big—too big to be +used for heads—so I dug out this one and use it for a house." +</P> + +<P> +"Isn't it damp?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Not very. There isn't much left but the shell, you see, and it will +last a long time yet." +</P> + +<P> +"I think you are brighter than you used to be, Jack," said the Tin +Woodman. "Your last head was a stupid one." +</P> + +<P> +"The seeds in this one are better," was the reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Are you going to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said he, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Ozma's my parent, +you know, because she built my body and carved my pumpkin head. I'll +follow you to the Emerald City to-morrow, where we shall meet again. I +can't go to-day, because I have to plant fresh pumpkin-seeds and water +the young vines. But give my love to Ozma, and tell her I'll be there +in time for the jubilation." +</P> + +<P> +"We will," she promised; and then they all left him and resumed their +journey. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap17"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +17. The Royal Chariot Arrives +</H3> + +<P> +The neat yellow houses of the Winkies were now to be seen standing here +and there along the roadway, giving the country a more cheerful and +civilized look. They were farm-houses, though, and set far apart; for +in the Land of Oz there were no towns or villages except the +magnificent Emerald City in its center. +</P> + +<P> +Hedges of evergreen or of yellow roses bordered the broad highway and +the farms showed the care of their industrious inhabitants. The nearer +the travelers came to the great city the more prosperous the country +became, and they crossed many bridges over the sparkling streams and +rivulets that watered the lands. +</P> + +<P> +As they walked leisurely along the shaggy man said to the Tin Woodman: +</P> + +<P> +"What sort of a Magic Powder was it that made your friend the +Pumpkinhead live?" +</P> + +<P> +"It was called the Powder of Life," was the answer; "and it was +invented by a crooked Sorcerer who lived in the mountains of the North +Country. A Witch named Mombi got some of this powder from the crooked +Sorcerer and took it home with her. Ozma lived with the Witch then, +for it was before she became our Princess, while Mombi had transformed +her into the shape of a boy. Well, while Mombi was gone to the crooked +Sorcerer's, the boy made this pumpkin-headed man to amuse himself, and +also with the hope of frightening the Witch with it when she returned. +But Mombi was not scared, and she sprinkled the Pumpkinhead with her +Magic Powder of Life, to see if the Powder would work. Ozma was +watching, and saw the Pumpkinhead come to life; so that night she took +the pepper-box containing the Powder and ran away with it and with +Jack, in search of adventures. +</P> + +<P> +"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the roadside, and +sprinkled it with the Powder. It came to life at once, and Jack +Pumpkinhead rode the Saw-Horse to the Emerald City." +</P> + +<P> +"What became of the Saw-Horse, afterward?" asked the shaggy man, much +interested in this story. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, it's alive yet, and you will probably meet it presently in the +Emerald City. Afterward, Ozma used the last of the Powder to bring the +Flying Gump to life; but as soon as it had carried her away from her +enemies the Gump was taken apart, so it doesn't exist any more." +</P> + +<P> +"It's too bad the Powder of Life was all used up," remarked the shaggy +man; "it would be a handy thing to have around." +</P> + +<P> +"I am not so sure of that, sir," answered the Tin Woodman. "A while +ago the crooked Sorcerer who invented the Magic Powder fell down a +precipice and was killed. All his possessions went to a relative—an +old woman named Dyna, who lives in the Emerald City. She went to the +mountains where the Sorcerer had lived and brought away everything she +thought of value. Among them was a small bottle of the Powder of Life; +but of course Dyna didn't know it was a Magic Powder, at all. It +happened she had once had a big blue bear for a pet; but the bear +choked to death on a fishbone one day, and she loved it so dearly that +Dyna made a rug of its skin, leaving the head and four paws on the +hide. She kept the rug on the floor of her front parlor." +</P> + +<P> +"I've seen rugs like that," said the shaggy man, nodding, "but never +one made from a blue bear." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "the old woman had an idea that the +Powder in the bottle must be moth-powder, because it smelled something +like moth-powder; so one day she sprinkled it on her bear rug to keep +the moths out of it. She said, looking lovingly at the skin: 'I wish +my dear bear were alive again!' To her horror, the bear rug at once +came to life, having been sprinkled with the Magic Powder; and now this +live bear rug is a great trial to her, and makes her a lot of trouble." +</P> + +<P> +"Why?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it stands up on its four feet and walks all around, and gets in +the way; and that spoils it for a rug. It can't speak, although it is +alive; for, while its head might say words, it has no breath in a solid +body to push the words out of its mouth. It's a very slimpsy affair +altogether, that bear rug, and the old woman is sorry it came to life. +Every day she has to scold it, and make it lie down flat on the parlor +floor to be walked upon; but sometimes when she goes to market the rug +will hump up its back skin, and stand on its four feet, and trot along +after her." +</P> + +<P> +"I should think Dyna would like that," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, she doesn't; because every one knows it isn't a real bear, but +just a hollow skin, and so of no actual use in the world except for a +rug," answered the Tin Woodman. "Therefore I believe it is a good +thing that all the Magic Powder of Life is now used up, as it can not +cause any more trouble." +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps you're right," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. +</P> + +<P> +At noon they stopped at a farmhouse, where it delighted the farmer and +his wife to be able to give them a good luncheon. The farm people knew +Dorothy, having seen her when she was in the country before, and they +treated the little girl with as much respect as they did the Emperor, +because she was a friend of the powerful Princess Ozma. +</P> + +<P> +They had not proceeded far after leaving this farm-house before coming +to a high bridge over a broad river. This river, the Tin Woodman +informed them, was the boundary between the Country of the Winkies and +the territory of the Emerald City. The city itself was still a long +way off, but all around it was a green meadow as pretty as a well-kept +lawn, and in this were neither houses nor farms to spoil the beauty of +the scene. +</P> + +<P> +From the top of the high bridge they could see far away the magnificent +spires and splendid domes of the superb city, sparkling like brilliant +jewels as they towered above the emerald walls. The shaggy man drew a +deep breath of awe and amazement, for never had he dreamed that such a +grand and beautiful place could exist—even in the fairyland of Oz. +</P> + +<P> +Polly was so pleased that her violet eyes sparkled like amethysts, and +she danced away from her companions across the bridge and into a group +of feathery trees lining both the roadsides. These trees she stopped +to look at with pleasure and surprise, for their leaves were shaped +like ostrich plumes, their feather edges beautifully curled; and all +the plumes were tinted in the same dainty rainbow hues that appeared in +Polychrome's own pretty gauze gown. +</P> + +<P> +"Father ought to see these trees," she murmured; "they are almost as +lovely as his own rainbows." +</P> + +<P> +Then she gave a start of terror, for beneath the trees came stalking +two great beasts, either one big enough to crush the little Daughter of +the Rainbow with one blow of his paws, or to eat her up with one snap +of his enormous jaws. One was a tawny lion, as tall as a horse, +nearly; the other a striped tiger almost the same size. +</P> + +<P> +Polly was too frightened to scream or to stir; she stood still with a +wildly beating heart until Dorothy rushed past her and with a glad cry +threw her arms around the huge lion's neck, hugging and kissing the +beast with evident joy. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I'm SO glad to see you again!" cried the little Kansas girl. "And +the Hungry Tiger, too! How fine you're both looking. Are you well and +happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"We certainly are, Dorothy," answered the Lion, in a deep voice that +sounded pleasant and kind; "and we are greatly pleased that you have +come to Ozma's party. It's going to be a grand affair, I promise you." +</P> + +<P> +"There will be lots of fat babies at the celebration, I hear," remarked +the Hungry Tiger, yawning so that his mouth opened dreadfully wide and +showed all his big, sharp teeth; "but of course I can't eat any of 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Is your Conscience still in good order?" asked Dorothy, anxiously. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; it rules me like a tyrant," answered the Tiger, sorrowfully. "I +can imagine nothing more unpleasant than to own a Conscience," and he +winked slyly at his friend the Lion. +</P> + +<P> +"You're fooling me!" said Dorothy, with a laugh. "I don't b'lieve +you'd eat a baby if you lost your Conscience. Come here, Polly," she +called, "and be introduced to my friends." +</P> + +<P> +Polly advanced rather shyly. +</P> + +<P> +"You have some queer friends, Dorothy," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends," was the +answer. "This is the Cowardly Lion, who isn't a coward at all, but +just thinks he is. The Wizard gave him some courage once, and he has +part of it left." +</P> + +<P> +The Lion bowed with great dignity to Polly. +</P> + +<P> +"You are very lovely, my dear," said he. "I hope we shall be friends +when we are better acquainted." +</P> + +<P> +"And this is the Hungry Tiger," continued Dorothy. "He says he longs +to eat fat babies; but the truth is he is never hungry at all, 'cause +he gets plenty to eat; and I don't s'pose he'd hurt anybody even if he +WAS hungry." +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, Dorothy," whispered the Tiger; "you'll ruin my reputation if you +are not more discreet. It isn't what we are, but what folks think we +are, that counts in this world. And come to think of it Miss Polly +would make a fine variegated breakfast, I'm sure." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap18"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +18. The Emerald City +</H3> + +<P> +The others now came up, and the Tin Woodman greeted the Lion and the +Tiger cordially. Button-Bright yelled with fear when Dorothy first +took his hand and led him toward the great beasts; but the girl +insisted they were kind and good, and so the boy mustered up courage +enough to pat their heads; after they had spoken to him gently and he +had looked into their intelligent eyes his fear vanished entirely and +he was so delighted with the animals that he wanted to keep close to +them and stroke their soft fur every minute. +</P> + +<P> +As for the shaggy man, he might have been afraid if he had met the +beasts alone, or in any other country, but so many were the marvels in; +the Land of Oz that he was no longer easily surprised, and Dorothy's +friendship for the Lion and Tiger was enough to assure him they were +safe companions. Toto barked at the Cowardly Lion in joyous greeting, +for he knew the beast of old and loved him, and it was funny to see how +gently the Lion raised his huge paw to pat Toto's head. The little dog +smelled of the Tiger's nose, and the Tiger politely shook paws with +him; so they were quite likely to become firm friends. +</P> + +<P> +Tik-tok and Billina knew the beasts well, so merely bade them good day +and asked after their healths and inquired about the Princess Ozma. +</P> + +<P> +Now it was seen that the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were +drawing behind them a splendid golden chariot, to which they were +harnessed by golden cords. The body of the chariot was decorated on +the outside with designs in clusters of sparkling emeralds, while +inside it was lined with a green and gold satin, and the cushions of +the seats were of green plush embroidered in gold with a crown, +underneath which was a monogram. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it's Ozma's own royal chariot!" exclaimed Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said the Cowardly Lion; "Ozma sent us to meet you here, for she +feared you would be weary with your long walk and she wished you to +enter the City in a style becoming your exalted rank." +</P> + +<P> +"What!" cried Polly, looking at Dorothy curiously. "Do you belong to +the nobility?" +</P> + +<P> +"Just in Oz I do," said the child, "'cause Ozma made me a Princess, you +know. But when I'm home in Kansas I'm only a country girl, and have to +help with the churning and wipe the dishes while Aunt Em washes 'em. +Do you have to help wash dishes on the rainbow, Polly?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, dear," answered Polychrome, smiling. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I don't have to work any in Oz, either," said Dorothy. "It's +kind of fun to be a Princess once in a while; don't you think so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Dorothy and Polychrome and Button-Bright are all to ride in the +chariot," said the Lion. "So get in, my dears, and be careful not to +mar the gold or put your dusty feet on the embroidery." +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright was delighted to ride behind such a superb team, and he +told Dorothy it made him feel like an actor in a circus. As the +strides of the animals brought them nearer to the Emerald City every +one bowed respectfully to the children, as well as to the Tin Woodman, +Tik-tok, and the shaggy man, who were following behind. +</P> + +<P> +The Yellow Hen had perched upon the back of the chariot, where she +could tell Dorothy more about her wonderful chickens as they rode. And +so the grand chariot came finally to the high wall surrounding the +City, and paused before the magnificent jewel-studded gates. +</P> + +<P> +These were opened by a cheerful-looking little man who wore green +spectacles over his eyes. Dorothy introduced him to her friends as the +Guardian of the Gates, and they noticed a big bunch of keys suspended +on the golden chain that hung around his neck. The chariot passed +through the outer gates into a fine arched chamber built in the thick +wall, and through the inner gates into the streets of the Emerald City. +</P> + +<P> +Polychrome exclaimed in rapture at the wondrous beauty that met her +eyes on every side as they rode through this stately and imposing City, +the equal of which has never been discovered, even in Fairyland. +Button-Bright could only say "My!" so amazing was the sight; but his +eyes were wide open and he tried to look in every direction at the same +time, so as not to miss anything. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man was fairly astounded at what he saw, for the graceful +and handsome buildings were covered with plates of gold and set with +emeralds so splendid and valuable that in any other part of the world +any one of them would have been worth a fortune to its owner. The +sidewalks were superb marble slabs polished as smooth as glass, and the +curbs that separated the walks from the broad street were also set +thick with clustered emeralds. There were many people on these +walks—men, women and children—all dressed in handsome garments of +silk or satin or velvet, with beautiful jewels. Better even than this: +all seemed happy and contented, for their faces were smiling and free +from care, and music and laughter might be heard on every side. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't they work at all?" asked the shaggy man. +</P> + +<P> +"To be sure they work," replied the Tin Woodman; "this fair city could +not be built or cared for without labor, nor could the fruit and +vegetables and other food be provided for the inhabitants to eat. But +no one works more than half his time, and the people of Oz enjoy their +labors as much as they do their play." +</P> + +<P> +"It's wonderful!" declared the shaggy man. "I do hope Ozma will let me +live here." +</P> + +<P> +The chariot, winding through many charming streets, paused before a +building so vast and noble and elegant that even Button-Bright guessed +at once that it was the Royal Palace. Its gardens and ample grounds +were surrounded by a separate wall, not so high or thick as the wall +around the City, but more daintily designed and built all of green +marble. The gates flew open as the chariot appeared before them, and +the Cowardly Lion and Hungry Tiger trotted up a jeweled driveway to the +front door of the palace and stopped short. +</P> + +<P> +"Here we are!" said Dorothy, gaily, and helped Button-Bright from the +chariot. Polychrome leaped out lightly after them, and they were +greeted by a crowd of gorgeously dressed servants who bowed low as the +visitors mounted the marble steps. At their head was a pretty little +maid with dark hair and eyes, dressed all in green embroidered with +silver. Dorothy ran up to her with evident pleasure, and exclaimed: +</P> + +<P> +"O, Jellia Jamb! I'm so glad to see you again. Where's Ozma?" +</P> + +<P> +"In her room, your Highness," replied the little maid demurely, for +this was Ozma's favorite attendant. "She wishes you to come to her as +soon as you have rested and changed your dress, Princess Dorothy. And +you and your friends are to dine with her this evening." +</P> + +<P> +"When is her birthday, Jellia?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"Day after to-morrow, your Highness." +</P> + +<P> +"And where's the Scarecrow?" +</P> + +<P> +"He's gone into the Munchkin country to get some fresh straw to stuff +himself with, in honor of Ozma's celebration," replied the maid. "He +returns to the Emerald City to-morrow, he said." +</P> + +<P> +By this time, Tok-tok, the Tin Woodman, and the shaggy man had arrived +and the chariot had gone around to the back of the palace, Billina +going with the Lion and Tiger to see her chickens after her absence +from them. But Toto stayed close beside Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Come in, please," said Jellia Jamb; "it shall be our pleasant duty to +escort all of you to the rooms prepared for your use." +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man hesitated. Dorothy had never known him to be ashamed of +his shaggy looks before, but now that he was surrounded by so much +magnificence and splendor the shaggy man felt sadly out of place. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy assured him that all her friends were welcome at Ozma's palace, +so he carefully dusted his shaggy shoes with his shaggy handkerchief +and entered the grand hall after the others. +</P> + +<P> +Tik-tok lived at the Royal Palace and the Tin Woodman always had the +same room whenever he visited Ozma, so these two went at once to remove +the dust of the journey from their shining bodies. Dorothy also had a +pretty suite of rooms which she always occupied when in the Emerald +City; but several servants walked ahead politely to show the way, +although she was quite sure she could find the rooms herself. She took +Button-Bright with her, because he seemed too small to be left alone in +such a big palace; but Jellia Jamb herself ushered the beautiful +Daughter of the Rainbow to her apartments, because it was easy to see +that Polychrome was used to splendid palaces and was therefore entitled +to especial attention. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap19"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome +</H3> + +<P> +The shaggy man stood in the great hall, his shaggy hat in his hands, +wondering what would become of him. He had never been a guest in a +fine palace before; perhaps he had never been a guest anywhere. In the +big, cold, outside world people did not invite shaggy men to their +homes, and this shaggy man of ours had slept more in hay-lofts and +stables than in comfortable rooms. When the others left the great hall +he eyed the splendidly dressed servants of the Princess Ozma as if he +expected to be ordered out; but one of them bowed before him as +respectfully as if he had been a prince, and said: +</P> + +<P> +"Permit me, sir, to conduct you to your apartments." +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man drew a long breath and took courage. +</P> + +<P> +"Very well," he answered. "I'm ready." +</P> + +<P> +Through the big hall they went, up the grand staircase carpeted thick +with velvet, and so along a wide corridor to a carved doorway. Here +the servant paused, and opening the door said with polite deference: +</P> + +<P> +"Be good enough to enter, sir, and make yourself at home in the rooms +our Royal Ozma has ordered prepared for you. Whatever you see is for +you to use and enjoy, as if your own. The Princess dines at seven, and +I shall be here in time to lead you to the drawing-room, where you will +be privileged to meet the lovely Ruler of Oz. Is there any command, in +the meantime, with which you desire to honor me?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said the shaggy man; "but I'm much obliged." +</P> + +<P> +He entered the room and shut the door, and for a time stood in +bewilderment, admiring the grandeur before him. +</P> + +<P> +He had been given one of the handsomest apartments in the most +magnificent palace in the world, and you can not wonder that his good +fortune astonished and awed him until he grew used to his surroundings. +</P> + +<P> +The furniture was upholstered in cloth of gold, with the royal crown +embroidered upon it in scarlet. The rug upon the marble floor was so +thick and soft that he could not hear the sound of his own footsteps, +and upon the walls were splendid tapestries woven with scenes from the +Land of Oz. Books and ornaments were scattered about in profusion, and +the shaggy man thought he had never seen so many pretty things in one +place before. In one corner played a tinkling fountain of perfumed +water, and in another was a table bearing a golden tray loaded with +freshly gathered fruit, including several of the red-cheeked apples +that the shaggy man loved. +</P> + +<P> +At the farther end of this charming room was an open doorway, and he +crossed over to find himself in a bedroom containing more comforts than +the shaggy man had ever before imagined. The bedstead was of gold and +set with many brilliant diamonds, and the coverlet had designs of +pearls and rubies sewed upon it. At one side of the bedroom was a +dainty dressing-room with closets containing a large assortment of +fresh clothing; and beyond this was the bath—a large room having a +marble pool big enough to swim in, with white marble steps leading down +to the water. Around the edge of the pool were set rows of fine +emeralds as large as door-knobs, while the water of the bath was clear +as crystal. +</P> + +<P> +For a time the shaggy man gazed upon all this luxury with silent +amazement. Then he decided, being wise in his way, to take advantage +of his good fortune. He removed his shaggy boots and his shaggy +clothing, and bathed in the pool with rare enjoyment. After he had +dried himself with the soft towels he went into the dressing-room and +took fresh linen from the drawers and put it on, finding that +everything fitted him exactly. He examined the contents of the closets +and selected an elegant suit of clothing. Strangely enough, everything +about it was shaggy, although so new and beautiful, and he sighed with +contentment to realize that he could now be finely dressed and still be +the shaggy man. His coat was of rose-colored velvet, trimmed with +shags and bobtails, with buttons of blood-red rubies and golden shags +around the edges. His vest was a shaggy satin of a delicate cream +color, and his knee-breeches of rose velvet trimmed like the coat. +Shaggy creamy stockings of silk, and shaggy slippers of rose leather +with ruby buckles, completed his costume, and when he was thus attired +the shaggy man looked at himself in a long mirror with great +admiration. On a table he found a mother-of-pearl chest decorated with +delicate silver vines and flowers of clustered rubies, and on the cover +was a silver plate engraved with these words: +</P> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE SHAGGY MAN:<BR> +HIS BOX OF ORNAMENTS +</H3> + +<BR> + +<P> +The chest was not locked, so he opened it and was almost dazzled by the +brilliance of the rich jewels it contained. After admiring the pretty +things, he took out a fine golden watch with a big chain, several +handsome finger-rings, and an ornament of rubies to pin upon the breast +of his shaggy shirt-bosom. Having carefully brushed his hair and +whiskers all the wrong way to make them look as shaggy as possible, the +shaggy man breathed a deep sigh of joy and decided he was ready to meet +the Royal Princess as soon as she sent for him. While he waited he +returned to the beautiful sitting room and ate several of the +red-cheeked apples to pass away the time. +</P> + +<P> +Meanwhile, Dorothy had dressed herself in a pretty gown of soft grey +embroidered with silver, and put a blue-and-gold suit of satin upon +little Button-Bright, who looked as sweet as a cherub in it. Followed +by the boy and Toto—the dog with a new green ribbon around his +neck—she hastened down to the splendid drawing-room of the palace, +where, seated upon an exquisite throne of carved malachite and nestled +amongst its green satin cushions was the lovely Princess Ozma, waiting +eagerly to welcome her friend. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap20"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +20. Princess Ozma Of Oz +</H3> + +<P> +The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number of +big words, have often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and +failed because the words were not good enough. So of course I cannot +hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little Princess, or +how her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and +magnificent luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. +Whatever else was beautiful or dainty or delightful of itself faded to +dullness when contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and it has often +been said by those who know that no other ruler in all the world can +ever hope to equal the gracious charm of her manner. +</P> + +<P> +Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the +sweetest affection rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy +threw her arms around her little friend and hugged and kissed her +rapturously, and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright smiled a happy +smile and consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the +Princess. +</P> + +<P> +"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?" +asked the little Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over. +</P> + +<P> +"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think. +</P> + +<P> +"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you +wandering in the direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh! I never 'spected YOU of that," cried Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared Ozma, +"and twice I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save you +and transport you to the Emerald City. Once was when the Scoodlers +caught you, and again when you reached the Deadly Desert. But the +shaggy man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only in +my Magic Picture." +</P> + +<P> +"And did you send Polly to us?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch +just in time to meet you." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King +Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party." +</P> + +<P> +"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would +please you to favor them." +</P> + +<P> +"Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the +comfort of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all +the time, it is better that the performer should be alone," said the +Princess. +</P> + +<P> +"I like the Musicker's music," declared the boy, gravely. +</P> + +<P> +"But I don't," said Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, there will be plenty of music at my celebration," promised Ozma; +"so I've an idea Button-Bright won't miss the Musicker at all." +</P> + +<P> +Just then Polychrome danced in, and Ozma rose to greet the Rainbow's +Daughter in her sweetest and most cordial manner. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy thought she had never seen two prettier creatures together than +these lovely maidens; but Polly knew at once her own dainty beauty +could not match that of Ozma, yet was not a bit jealous because this +was so. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard of Oz was announced, and a dried-up, little, old man, +clothed all in black, entered the drawing-room. His face was cheery +and his eyes twinkling with humor, so Polly and Button-Bright were not +at all afraid of the wonderful personage whose fame as a humbug +magician had spread throughout the world. After greeting Dorothy with +much affection, he stood modestly behind Ozma's throne and listened to +the lively prattle of the young people. +</P> + +<P> +Now the shaggy man appeared, and so startling was his appearance, all +clad in shaggy new raiment, that Dorothy cried "Oh!" and clasped her +hands impulsively as she examined her friend with pleased eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"He's still shaggy, all right," remarked Button-Bright; and Ozma nodded +brightly because she had meant the shaggy man to remain shaggy when she +provided his new clothes for him. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy led him toward the throne, as he was shy in such fine company, +and presented him gracefully to the Princess, saying: +</P> + +<P> +"This, your Highness, is my friend, the shaggy man, who owns the Love +Magnet." +</P> + +<P> +"You are welcome to Oz," said the girl Ruler, in gracious accents. +"But tell me, sir, where did you get the Love Magnet which you say you +own?" +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man grew red and looked downcast, as he answered in a low +voice: +</P> + +<P> +"I stole it, your Majesty." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Shaggy Man!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful! And you told me the +Eskimo gave you the Love Magnet." +</P> + +<P> +He shuffled first on one foot and then on the other, much embarrassed. +</P> + +<P> +"I told you a falsehood, Dorothy," he said; "but now, having bathed in +the Truth Pond, I must tell nothing but the truth." +</P> + +<P> +"Why did you steal it?" asked Ozma, gently. +</P> + +<P> +"Because no one loved me, or cared for me," said the shaggy man, "and I +wanted to be loved a great deal. It was owned by a girl in Butterfield +who was loved too much, so that the young men quarreled over her, which +made her unhappy. After I had stolen the Magnet from her, only one +young man continued to love the girl, and she married him and regained +her happiness." +</P> + +<P> +"Are you sorry you stole it?" asked the Princess. +</P> + +<P> +"No, your Highness; I'm glad," he answered; "for it has pleased me to +be loved, and if Dorothy had not cared for me I could not have +accompanied her to this beautiful Land of Oz, or met its kind-hearted +Ruler. Now that I'm here, I hope to remain, and to become one of your +Majesty's most faithful subjects." +</P> + +<P> +"But in Oz we are loved for ourselves alone, and for our kindness to +one another, and for our good deeds," she said. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll give up the Love Magnet," said the shaggy man, eagerly; "Dorothy +shall have it." +</P> + +<P> +"But every one loves Dorothy already," declared the Wizard. +</P> + +<P> +"Then Button-Bright shall have it." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't want it," said the boy, promptly. +</P> + +<P> +"Then I'll give it to the Wizard, for I'm sure the lovely Princess Ozma +does not need it." +</P> + +<P> +"All my people love the Wizard, too," announced the Princess, laughing; +"so we will hang the Love Magnet over the gates of the Emerald City, +that whoever shall enter or leave the gates may be loved and loving." +</P> + +<P> +"That is a good idea," said the shaggy man; "I agree to it most +willingly." +</P> + +<P> +Those assembled now went in to dinner, which you can imagine was a +grand affair; and afterward Ozma asked the Wizard to give them an +exhibition of his magic. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard took eight tiny white piglets from an inside pocket and set +them on the table. One was dressed like a clown, and performed funny +antics, and the others leaped over the spoons and dishes and ran around +the table like race-horses, and turned hand-springs and were so +sprightly and amusing that they kept the company in one roar of merry +laughter. The Wizard had trained these pets to do many curious things, +and they were so little and so cunning and soft that Polychrome loved +to pick them up as they passed near her place and fondle them as if +they were kittens. +</P> + +<P> +It was late when the entertainment ended, and they separated to go to +their rooms. +</P> + +<P> +"To-morrow," said Ozma, "my invited guests will arrive, and you will +find among them some interesting and curious people, I promise you. +The next day will be my birthday, and the festivities will be held on +the broad green just outside the gates of the City, where all my people +can assemble without being crowded." +</P> + +<P> +"I hope the Scarecrow won't be late," said Dorothy, anxiously. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he is sure to return to-morrow," answered Ozma. "He wanted new +straw to stuff himself with, so he went to the Munchkin Country, where +straw is plentiful." +</P> + +<P> +With this the Princess bade her guests good night and went to her own +room. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap21"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +21. Dorothy Receives the Guests +</H3> + +<P> +Next morning Dorothy's breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting +room, and she sent to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and +Button-Bright at the meal. They came gladly, and Toto also had +breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled +together to Oz was once more reunited. +</P> + +<P> +No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast of +many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; so +they all went out upon the balcony. This was at the front of the +palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being higher than the +wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the +street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, +while the people of the Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered +so lustily that they almost drowned the noise of the drums and horns. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that +behind the band was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back +of a wooden Saw-Horse which pranced along the street almost as +gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or rather the +ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the +saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and glistened +with jewels. +</P> + +<P> +As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and +at once waved his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the +front door and dismounted, and the band stopped playing and went away +and the crowds of people returned to their dwellings. +</P> + +<P> +By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the +Scarecrow was there, and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook +the hands of the others with his own squashy hands, which were white +gloves filled with straw. +</P> + +<P> +The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this +celebrated person, who was acknowledged to be the most popular and most +beloved man in all the Land of Oz. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, your face has been newly painted!" exclaimed Dorothy, when the +first greetings were over. +</P> + +<P> +"I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me," +answered the Scarecrow, pleasantly. "My complexion had become a bit +grey and faded, you know, and the paint had peeled off one end of my +mouth, so I couldn't talk quite straight. Now I feel like myself +again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with the +loveliest oat-straw in all Oz." He pushed against his chest. "Hear me +crunkle?" he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Dorothy; "you sound fine." +</P> + +<P> +Button-Bright was wonderfully attracted by the strawman, and so was +Polly. The shaggy man treated him with great respect, because he was +so queerly made. +</P> + +<P> +Jellia Jamb now came to say that Ozma wanted Princess Dorothy to +receive the invited guests in the Throne-Room, as they arrived. The +Ruler was herself busy ordering the preparations for the morrow's +festivities, so she wished her friend to act in her place. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy willingly agreed, being the only other Princess in the Emerald +City; so she went to the great Throne-Room and sat in Ozma's seat, +placing Polly on one side of her and Button-Bright on the other. The +Scarecrow stood at the left of the throne and the Tin Woodman at the +right, while the Wonderful Wizard and the shaggy man stood behind. +</P> + +<P> +The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger came in, with bright new bows of +ribbon on their collars and tails. After greeting Dorothy +affectionately the huge beasts lay down at the foot of the throne. +</P> + +<P> +While they waited, the Scarecrow, who was near the little boy, asked: +</P> + +<P> +"Why are you called Button-Bright?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," was the answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, you do, dear," said Dorothy. "Tell the Scarecrow how you got +your name." +</P> + +<P> +"Papa always said I was bright as a button, so mama always called me +Button-Bright," announced the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"Where is your mama?" asked the Scarecrow. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Where is your home?" asked the Scarecrow. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you want to find your mama again?" asked the Scarecrow. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, calmly. +</P> + +<P> +The Scarecrow looked thoughtful. +</P> + +<P> +"Your papa may have been right," he observed; "but there are many kinds +of buttons, you see. There are silver and gold buttons, which are +highly polished and glitter brightly. There are pearl and rubber +buttons, and other kinds, with surfaces more or less bright. But there +is still another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and +that must be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as a +button. Don't you think so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new, white kid gloves; and +he brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of +pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is +considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The necklace +was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with the Princess +Ozma's other presents. +</P> + +<P> +Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown, +trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important +Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance to +both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you may be +sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted Dorothy +most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled upon the +shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one of the +most magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty servants +to wait upon her. +</P> + +<P> +The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.; the "H. M." meaning +Highly Magnified and the "T.E." meaning Thoroughly Educated. The +Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had +composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to +read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him. +</P> + +<P> +Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and a +servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy chicks +to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at the +head of her family, Dorothy cried, "Oh, you lovely things!" and ran +down from her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina wore +a pearl necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny gold +chain holding a locket with the letter "D" engraved upon the outside. +</P> + +<P> +"Open the lockets, Dorothy," said Billina. The girl obeyed and found a +picture of herself in each locket. "They were named after you, my +dear," continued the Yellow Hen, "so I wanted all my chickens to wear +your picture. Cluck—cluck! come here, Dorothy—this minute!" she +cried, for the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the big +room. +</P> + +<P> +They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could, +fluttering their fluffy wings in a laughable way. +</P> + +<P> +It was lucky that Billina gathered the little ones under her soft +breast just then, for Tik-tok came in and tramped up to the throne on +his flat copper feet. +</P> + +<P> +"I am all wound up and work-ing fine-ly," said the clock-work man to +Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"I can hear him tick," declared Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"You are quite the polished gentleman," said the Tin Woodman. "Stand +up here beside the shaggy man, Tik-tok, and help receive the company." +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy placed soft cushions in a corner for Billina and her chicks, +and had just returned to the Throne and seated herself when the playing +of the royal band outside the palace announced the approach of +distinguished guests. +</P> + +<P> +And my, how they did stare when the High Chamberlain threw open the +doors and the visitors entered the Throne-Room! +</P> + +<P> +First walked a gingerbread man neatly formed and baked to a lovely +brown tint. He wore a silk hat and carried a candy cane prettily +striped with red and yellow. His shirt-front and cuffs were white +frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops. +</P> + +<P> +Behind the gingerbread man came a child with flaxen hair and merry blue +eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its pretty +bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its hands into +the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big rubber bear, +walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling black eyes, and +its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air. +</P> + +<P> +Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two short, +fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms. +</P> + +<P> +Ozma's High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of +the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice: +</P> + +<P> +"His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of +the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his +Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para +Bruin, the rubber bear." +</P> + +<P> +These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and +Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They were +the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were +polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome. +</P> + +<P> +Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and was +so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough's Head +Booleywag at once became a prime favorite. +</P> + +<P> +"Is it a boy or a girl?" whispered Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +"Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are," exclaimed the rubber +bear, looking at the assembled company. +</P> + +<P> +"So're you," said Button-Bright, gravely. "Is King Dough good to eat?" +</P> + +<P> +"He's too good to eat," laughed Chick the Cherub. +</P> + +<P> +"I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread," said the King, rather +anxiously. +</P> + +<P> +"We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were," declared +the Scarecrow; "so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe +while you remain in Oz." +</P> + +<P> +"Why do they call you Chick?" the Yellow Hen asked the child. +</P> + +<P> +"Because I'm an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents," replied the +Head Booleywag. +</P> + +<P> +"My chicks have a parent, and I'm it," said Billina. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm glad of that," answered the Cherub, "because they'll have more fun +worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The +Incubator never worries, you know." +</P> + +<P> +King John Dough had brought for Ozma's birthday present a lovely +gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big +pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by +Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other +presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their +rooms by the High Chamberlain. +</P> + +<P> +They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to +play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from +foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in his +most official manner. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap22"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +22. Important Arrivals +</H3> + +<P> +First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little +sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the +great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and +curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright's shoulder. With +this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly +beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet +and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High +Chamberlain knelt to announce his name. +</P> + +<P> +"The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme +Highness—Santa Claus!" said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, well, well! Glad to see you—glad to meet you all!" cried Santa +Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room. +</P> + +<P> +He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and a +bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful +ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled +with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma. +</P> + +<P> +"Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?" he asked in his jolly way, +as he took the girl's hand in both his own. +</P> + +<P> +"How did you know my name, Santa?" she replied, feeling more shy in the +presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her young +life. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, don't I see you every Christmas Eve, when you're asleep?" he +rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, do you?" +</P> + +<P> +"And here's Button-Bright, I declare!" cried Santa Claus, holding up +the boy to kiss him. "What a long way from home you are; dear me!" +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know Button-Bright, too?" questioned Dorothy, eagerly. +</P> + +<P> +"Indeed I do. I've visited his home several Christmas Eves." +</P> + +<P> +"And do you know his father?" asked the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas +neckties and stockings?" with a sly wink at the Wizard. +</P> + +<P> +"Then where does he live? We're just crazy to know, 'cause +Button-Bright's lost," she said. +</P> + +<P> +Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking what +to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard's ear, +at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood. +</P> + +<P> +Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood. +</P> + +<P> +"Seems to me the Rainbow's Daughter is farther from home than any of +you," he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. "I'll have +to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you." +</P> + +<P> +"Please do, dear Santa Claus," implored the little maid, beseechingly. +</P> + +<P> +"But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma's party," said +the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with the +others already there. "It isn't often I find time to leave my castle, +as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn't help coming to +celebrate the happy occasion." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"These are my Ryls," pointing to the little sprites squatting around +him. "Their business is to paint the colors of the flowers when they +bud and bloom; but I brought the merry fellows along to see Oz, and +they've left their paint-pots behind them. Also I brought these +crooked Knooks, whom I love. My dears, the Knooks are much nicer than +they look, for their duty is to water and care for the young trees of +the forest, and they do their work faithfully and well. It's hard +work, though, and it makes my Knooks crooked and gnarled, like the +trees themselves; but their hearts are big and kind, as are the hearts +of all who do good in our beautiful world." +</P> + +<P> +"I've read of the Ryls and Knooks," said Dorothy, looking upon these +little workers with interest. +</P> + +<P> +Santa Claus turned to talk with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and +he also said a kind word to the shaggy man, and afterward went away to +ride the Saw-Horse around the Emerald City. "For," said he, "I must +see all the grand sights while I am here and have the chance, and Ozma +has promised to let me ride the Saw-Horse because I'm getting fat and +short of breath." +</P> + +<P> +"Where are your reindeer?" asked Polychrome. +</P> + +<P> +"I left them at home, for it is too warm for them in this sunny +country," he answered. "They're used to winter weather when they +travel." +</P> + +<P> +In a flash he was gone, and the Ryls and Knooks with him; but they +could all hear the golden hoofs of the Saw-Horse ringing on the marble +pavement outside, as he pranced away with his noble rider. +</P> + +<P> +Presently the band played again, and the High Chamberlain announced: +</P> + +<P> +"Her Gracious Majesty, the Queen of Merryland." +</P> + +<P> +They looked earnestly to discover whom this queen might be, and saw +advancing up the room an exquisite wax doll dressed in dainty fluffs +and ruffles and spangled gown. She was almost as big as Button-Bright, +and her cheeks and mouth and eyebrow were prettily painted in delicate +colors. Her blue eyes stared a bit, being of glass, yet the expression +upon her Majesty's face was quite pleasant and decidedly winning. With +the Queen of Merryland were four wooden soldiers, two stalking ahead of +her with much dignity and two following behind, like a royal bodyguard. +The soldiers were painted in bright colors and carried wooden guns, and +after them came a fat little man who attracted attention at once, +although he seemed modest and retiring. For he was made of candy, and +carried a tin sugar-sifter filled with powdered sugar, with which he +dusted himself frequently so that he wouldn't stick to things if he +touched them. The High Chamberlain had called him "The Candy Man of +Merryland," and Dorothy saw that one of his thumbs looked as if it had +been bitten off by some one who was fond of candy and couldn't resist +the temptation. +</P> + +<P> +The wax doll Queen spoke prettily to Dorothy and the others, and sent +her loving greetings to Ozma before she retired to the rooms prepared +for her. She had brought a birthday present wrapped in tissue paper +and tied with pink and blue ribbons, and one of the wooden soldiers +placed it on the table with the other gifts. But the Candy Man did not +go to his room, because he said he preferred to stay and talk with the +Scarecrow and Tik-tok and the Wizard and Tin Woodman, whom he declared +the queerest people he had ever met. Button-Bright was glad the Candy +Man stayed in the Throne Room, because the boy thought this guest +smelled deliciously of wintergreen and maple sugar. +</P> + +<P> +The Braided Man now entered the room, having been fortunate enough to +receive an invitation to the Princess Ozma's party. He was from a cave +halfway between the Invisible Valley and the Country of the Gargoyles, +and his hair and whiskers were so long that he was obliged to plait +them into many braids that hung to his feet, and every braid was tied +with a bow of colored ribbon. +</P> + +<P> +"I've brought Princess Ozma a box of flutters for her birthday," said +the Braided Man, earnestly; "and I hope she will like them, for they +are the finest quality I have ever made." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure she will be greatly pleased," said Dorothy, who remembered +the Braided Man well; and the Wizard introduced the guest to the rest +of the company and made him sit down in a chair and keep quiet, for, if +allowed, he would talk continually about his flutters. +</P> + +<P> +The band then played a welcome to another set of guests, and into the +Throne-Room swept the handsome and stately Queen of Ev. Beside her was +young King Evardo, and following them came the entire royal family of +five Princesses and four Princes of Ev. The Kingdom of Ev lay just +across the Deadly Desert to the North of Oz, and once Ozma and her +people had rescued the Queen of Ev and her ten children from the Nome +King, who had enslaved them. Dorothy had been present on this +adventure, so she greeted the royal family cordially; and all the +visitors were delighted to meet the little Kansas girl again. They +knew Tik-tok and Billina, too, and the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman, as +well as the Lion and Tiger; so there was a joyful reunion, as you may +imagine, and it was fully an hour before the Queen and her train +retired to their rooms. Perhaps they would not have gone then had not +the band begun to play to announce new arrivals; but before they left +the great Throne-Room King Evardo added to Ozma's birthday presents a +diadem of diamonds set in radium. +</P> + +<P> +The next comer proved to be King Renard of Foxville; or King Dox, as he +preferred to be called. He was magnificently dressed in a new feather +costume and wore white kid mittens over his paws and a flower in his +button-hole and had his hair parted in the middle. +</P> + +<P> +King Dox thanked Dorothy fervently for getting him the invitation to +come to Oz, which he all his life longed to visit. He strutted around +rather absurdly as he was introduced to all the famous people assembled +in the Throne-Room, and when he learned that Dorothy was a Princess of +Oz the Fox King insisted on kneeling at her feet and afterward retired +backward—a dangerous thing to do, as he might have stubbed his paw and +tumbled over. +</P> + +<P> +No sooner was he gone than the blasts of bugles and clatter of drums +and cymbals announced important visitors, and the High Chamberlain +assumed his most dignified tone as he threw open the door and said +proudly: +</P> + +<P> +"Her Sublime and Resplendent Majesty, Queen Zixi of Ix! His Serene and +Tremendous Majesty, King Bud of Noland. Her Royal Highness, the +Princess Fluff." +</P> + +<P> +That three such high and mighty royal personages should arrive at once +was enough to make Dorothy and her companions grow solemn and assume +their best company manners; but when the exquisite beauty of Queen Zixi +met their eyes they thought they had never beheld anything so charming. +Dorothy decided that Zixi must be about sixteen years old, but the +Wizard whispered to her that this wonderful queen had lived thousands +of years, but knew the secret of remaining always fresh and beautiful. +</P> + +<P> +King Bud of Noland and his dainty fair-haired sister, the Princess +Fluff, were friends of Zixi, as their kingdoms were adjoining, so they +had traveled together from their far-off domains to do honor to Ozma of +Oz on the occasion of her birthday. They brought many splendid gifts; +so the table was now fairly loaded down with presents. +</P> + +<P> +Dorothy and Polly loved the Princess Fluff the moment they saw her, and +little King Bud was so frank and boyish that Button-Bright accepted him +as a chum at once and did not want him to go away. But it was after +noon now, and the royal guests must prepare their toilets for the grand +banquet at which they were to assemble that evening to meet the +reigning Princess of this Fairyland; so Queen Zixi was shown to her +room by a troop of maidens led by Jellia Jamb, and Bud and Fluff +presently withdrew to their own apartments. +</P> + +<P> +"My! what a big party Ozma is going to have," exclaimed Dorothy. "I +guess the palace will be chock full, Button-Bright; don't you think so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said the boy. +</P> + +<P> +"But we must go to our rooms, pretty soon, to dress for the banquet," +continued the girl. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't have to dress," said the Candy Man from Merryland. "All I +need do is to dust myself with fresh sugar." +</P> + +<P> +"Tik-tok always wears the same suits of clothes," said the Tin Woodman; +"and so does our friend the Scarecrow." +</P> + +<P> +"My feathers are good enough for any occasion," cried Billina, from her +corner. +</P> + +<P> +"Then I shall leave you four to welcome any new guests that come," said +Dorothy; "for Button-Bright and I must look our very best at Ozma's +banquet." +</P> + +<P> +"Who is still to come?" asked the Scarecrow. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, there's King Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton, and Johnny Dooit, and the +Good Witch of the North. But Johnny Dooit may not get here until late, +he's so very busy." +</P> + +<P> +"We will receive them and give them a proper welcome," promised the +Scarecrow. "So run along, little Dorothy, and get yourself dressed." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap23"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +23. The Grand Banquet +</H3> + +<P> +I wish I could tell you how fine the company was that assembled that +evening at Ozma's royal banquet. A long table was spread in the center +of the great dining-hall of the palace and the splendor of the +decorations and the blaze of lights and jewels was acknowledged to be +the most magnificent sight that any of the guests had ever seen. +</P> + +<P> +The jolliest person present, as well as the most important, was of +course old Santa Claus; so he was given the seat of honor at one end of +the table while at the other end sat Princess Ozma, the hostess. +</P> + +<P> +John Dough, Queen Zixi, King Bud, the Queen of Ev and her son Evardo, +and the Queen of Merryland had golden thrones to sit in, while the +others were supplied with beautiful chairs. +</P> + +<P> +At the upper end of the banquet room was a separate table provided for +the animals. Toto sat at one end of this table with a bib tied around +his neck and a silver platter to eat from. At the other end was placed +a small stand, with a low rail around the edge of it, for Billina and +her chicks. The rail kept the ten little Dorothys from falling off the +stand, while the Yellow Hen could easily reach over and take her food +from her tray upon the table. At other places sat the Hungry Tiger, +the Cowardly Lion, the Saw-Horse, the Rubber Bear, the Fox King and the +Donkey King; they made quite a company of animals. +</P> + +<P> +At the lower end of the great room was another table, at which sat the +Ryls and Knooks who had come with Santa Claus, the wooden soldiers who +had come with the Queen of Merryland, and the Hilanders and Lolanders +who had come with John Dough. Here were also seated the officers of +the royal palace and of Ozma's army. +</P> + +<P> +The splendid costumes of those at the three tables made a gorgeous and +glittering display that no one present was ever likely to forget; +perhaps there has never been in any part of the world at any time +another assemblage of such wonderful people as that which gathered this +evening to honor the birthday of the Ruler of Oz. +</P> + +<P> +When all members of ethe company were in their places an orchestra of +five hundred pieces, in a balcony overlooking the banquet room, began +to play sweet and delightful music. Then a door draped with royal +green opened, and in came the fair and girlish Princess Ozma, who now +greeted her guests in person for the first time. +</P> + +<P> +As she stood by her throne at the head of the banquet table every eye +was turned eagerly upon the lovely Princess, who was as dignified as +she was bewitching, and who smiled upon all her old and new friends in +a way that touched their hearts and brought an answering smile to every +face. +</P> + +<P> +Each guest had been served with a crystal goblet filled with lacasa, +which is a sort of nectar famous in Oz and nicer to drink than +soda-water or lemonade. Santa now made a pretty speech in verse, +congratulating Ozma on having a birthday, and asking every one present +to drink to the health and happiness of their dearly beloved hostess. +This was done with great enthusiasm by those who were made so they +could drink at all, and those who could not drink politely touched the +rims of their goblets to their lips. All seated themselves at the +tables and the servants of the Princess began serving the feast. +</P> + +<P> +I am quite sure that only in Fairyland could such a delicious repast be +prepared. The dishes were of precious metals set with brilliant jewels +and the good things to eat which were placed upon them were countless +in number and of exquisite flavor. Several present, such as the Candy +Man, the Rubber Bear, Tik-tok, and the Scarecrow, were not made so they +could eat, and the Queen of Merryland contented herself with a small +dish of sawdust; but these enjoyed the pomp and glitter of the gorgeous +scene as much as did those who feasted. +</P> + +<P> +The Woggle-Bug read his "Ode to Ozma," which was written in very good +rhythm and was well received by the company. The Wizard added to the +entertainment by making a big pie appear before Dorothy, and when the +little girl cut the pie the nine tiny piglets leaped out of it and +danced around the table, while the orchestra played a merry tune. This +amused the company very much, but they were even more pleased when +Polychrome, whose hunger had been easily satisfied, rose from the table +and performed her graceful and bewildering Rainbow Dance for them. +When it was ended, the people clapped their hands and the animals +clapped their paws, while Billina cackled and the Donkey King brayed +approval. +</P> + +<P> +Johnny Dooit was present, and of course he proved he could do wonders +in the way of eating, as well as in everything else that he undertook +to do; the Tin Woodman sang a love song, every one joining in the +chorus; and the wooden soldiers from Merryland gave an exhibition of a +lightning drill with their wooden muskets; the Ryls and Knooks danced +the Fairy Circle; and the Rubber Bear bounced himself all around the +room. There was laughter and merriment on every side, and everybody +was having a royal good time. Button-Bright was so excited and +interested that he paid little attention to his fine dinner and a great +deal of attention to his queer companions; and perhaps he was wise to +do this, because he could eat at any other time. +</P> + +<P> +The feasting and merrymaking continued until late in the evening, when +they separated to meet again the next morning and take part in the +birthday celebration, to which this royal banquet was merely the +introduction. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap24"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +24. The Birthday Celebration +</H3> + +<P> +A clear, perfect day, with a gentle breeze and a sunny sky, greeted +Princess Ozma as she wakened next morning, the anniversary of her +birth. While it was yet early all the city was astir and crowds of +people came from all parts of the Land of Oz to witness the festivities +in honor of their girl Ruler's birthday. +</P> + +<P> +The noted visitors from foreign countries, who had all been transported +to the Emerald City by means of the Magic Belt, were as much a show to +the Ozites as were their own familiar celebrities, and the streets +leading from the royal palace to the jeweled gates were thronged with +men, women, and children to see the procession as it passed out to the +green fields where the ceremonies were to take place. +</P> + +<P> +And what a great procession it was! +</P> + +<P> +First came a thousand young girls—the prettiest in the land—dressed +in white muslin, with green sashes and hair ribbons, bearing green +baskets of red roses. As they walked they scattered these flowers upon +the marble pavements, so that the way was carpeted thick with roses for +the procession to walk upon. +</P> + +<P> +Then came the Rulers of the four Kingdoms of Oz: the Emperor of the +Winkies, the Monarch of the Munchkins, the King of the Quadlings and +the Sovereign of the Gillikins, each wearing a long chain of emeralds +around his neck to show that he was a vassal of the Ruler of the +Emerald City. +</P> + +<P> +Next marched the Emerald City Cornet Band, clothed in green-and-gold +uniforms and playing the "Ozma Two-Step." The Royal Army of Oz +followed, consisting of twenty-seven officers, from the Captain-General +down to the Lieutenants. There were no privates in Ozma's Army because +soldiers were not needed to fight battles, but only to look important, +and an officer always looks more imposing than a private. +</P> + +<P> +While the people cheered and waved their hats and handkerchiefs, there +came walking the Royal Princess Ozma, looking so pretty and sweet that +it is no wonder her people love her so dearly. She had decided she +would not ride in her chariot that day, as she preferred to walk in the +procession with her favored subjects and her guests. Just in front of +her trotted the living Blue Bear Rug owned by old Dyna, which wobbled +clumsily on its four feet because there was nothing but the skin to +support them, with a stuffed head at one end and a stubby tail at the +other. But whenever Ozma paused in her walk the Bear Rug would flop +down flat upon the ground for the princess to stand upon until she +resumed her progress. +</P> + +<P> +Following the Princess stalked her two enormous beasts, the Cowardly +Lion and the Hungry Tiger, and even if the Army had not been there +these two would have been powerful enough to guard their mistress from +any harm. +</P> + +<P> +Next marched the invited guests, who were loudly cheered by the people +of Oz along the road, and were therefore obliged to bow to right and +left almost every step of the way. First was Santa Claus, who, because +he was fat and not used to walking, rode the wonderful Saw-Horse. The +merry old gentleman had a basket of small toys with him, and he tossed +the toys one by one to the children as he passed by. His Ryls and +Knooks marched close behind him. +</P> + +<P> +Queen Zixi of Ix came after; then John Dough and the Cherub, with the +rubber bear named Para Bruin strutting between them on its hind legs; +then the Queen of Merryland, escorted by her wooden soldiers; then King +Bud of Noland and his sister, the Princess Fluff; then the Queen of Ev +and her ten royal children; then the Braided Man and the Candy Man, +side by side; then King Dox of Foxville and King Kik-a-bray of +Dunkiton, who by this time had become good friends; and finally Johnny +Dooit, in his leather apron, smoking his long pipe. +</P> + +<P> +These wonderful personages were not more heartily cheered by the people +than were those who followed after them in the procession. Dorothy was +a general favorite, and she walked arm in arm with the Scarecrow, who +was beloved by all. Then came Polychrome and Button-Bright, and the +people loved the Rainbow's pretty Daughter and the beautiful blue-eyed +boy as soon as they saw them. The shaggy man in his shaggy new suit +attracted much attention because he was such a novelty. With regular +steps tramped the machine-man Tik-tok, and there was more cheering when +the Wizard of Oz followed in the procession. The Woggle-Bug and Jack +Pumpkinhead were next, and behind them Glinda the Sorceress and the +Good Witch of the North. Finally came Billina, with her brood of +chickens to whom she clucked anxiously to keep them together and to +hasten them along so they would not delay the procession. +</P> + +<P> +Another band followed, this time the Tin Band of the Emperor of the +Winkies, playing a beautiful march called, "There's No Plate Like Tin." +Then came the servants of the Royal Palace, in a long line, and behind +them all the people joined the procession and marched away through the +emerald gates and out upon the broad green. +</P> + +<P> +Here had been erected a splendid pavilion, with a grandstand big enough +to seat all the royal party and those who had taken part in the +procession. Over the pavilion, which was of green silk and cloth of +gold, countless banners waved in the breeze. Just in front of this, +and connected with it by a runway had been built a broad platform, so +that all the spectators could see plainly the entertainment provided +for them. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard now became Master of Ceremonies, as Ozma had placed the +conduct of the performance in his hands. After the people had all +congregated about the platform and the royal party and the visitors +were seated in the grandstand, the Wizard skillfully performed some +feats of juggling glass balls and lighted candles. He tossed a dozen +or so of them high in the air and caught them one by one as they came +down, without missing any. +</P> + +<P> +Then he introduced the Scarecrow, who did a sword-swallowing act that +aroused much interest. After this the Tin Woodman gave an exhibition +of Swinging the Axe, which he made to whirl around him so rapidly that +the eye could scarcely follow the motion of the gleaming blade. Glinda +the Sorceress then stepped upon the platform, and by her magic made a +big tree grow in the middle of the space, made blossoms appear upon the +tree, and made the blossoms become delicious fruit called tamornas, and +so great was the quantity of fruit produced that when the servants +climbed the tree and tossed it down to the crowd, there was enough to +satisfy every person present. +</P> + +<P> +Para Bruin, the rubber bear, climbed to a limb of the big tree, rolled +himself into a ball, and dropped to the platform, whence he bounded up +again to the limb. He repeated this bouncing act several times, to the +great delight of all the children present. After he had finished, and +bowed, and returned to his seat, Glinda waved her wand and the tree +disappeared; but its fruit still remained to be eaten. +</P> + +<P> +The Good Witch of the North amused the people by transforming ten +stones into ten birds, the ten birds into ten lambs, and the ten lambs +into ten little girls, who gave a pretty dance and were then +transformed into ten stones again, just as they were in the beginning. +</P> + +<P> +Johnny Dooit next came on the platform with his tool-chest, and in a +few minutes built a great flying machine; then put his chest in the +machine and the whole thing flew away together—Johnny and all—after +he had bid good-bye to those present and thanked the Princess for her +hospitality. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard then announced the last act of all, which was considered +really wonderful. He had invented a machine to blow huge soap-bubbles, +as big as balloons, and this machine was hidden under the platform so +that only the rim of the big clay pipe to produce the bubbles showed +above the flooring. The tank of soapsuds, and the air-pumps to inflate +the bubbles, were out of sight beneath, so that when the bubbles began +to grow upon the floor of the platform it really seemed like magic to +the people of Oz, who knew nothing about even the common soap-bubbles +that our children blow with a penny clay pipe and a basin of +soap-and-water. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard had invented another thing. Usually, soap-bubbles are frail +and burst easily, lasting only a few moments as they float in the air; +but the Wizard added a sort of glue to his soapsuds, which made his +bubbles tough; and, as the glue dried rapidly when exposed to the air, +the Wizard's bubbles were strong enough to float for hours without +breaking. +</P> + +<P> +He began by blowing—by means of his machinery and air-pumps—several +large bubbles which he allowed to float upward into the sky, where the +sunshine fell upon them and gave them iridescent hues that were most +beautiful. This aroused much wonder and delight because it was a new +amusement to every one present—except perhaps Dorothy and +Button-Bright, and even they had never seen such big, strong bubbles +before. +</P> + +<P> +The Wizard then blew a bunch of small bubbles and afterward blew a big +bubble around them so they were left in the center of it; then he +allowed the whole mass of pretty globes to float into the air and +disappear in the far distant sky. +</P> + +<P> +"That is really fine!" declared Santa Claus, who loved toys and pretty +things. "I think, Mr. Wizard, I shall have you blow a bubble around +me; then I can float away home and see the country spread out beneath +me as I travel. There isn't a spot on earth that I haven't visited, +but I usually go in the night-time, riding behind my swift reindeer. +Here is a good chance to observe the country by daylight, while I am +riding slowly and at my ease." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you think you will be able to guide the bubble?" asked the Wizard. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes; I know enough magic to do that," replied Santa Claus. "You +blow the bubble, with me inside of it, and I'll be sure to get home in +safety." +</P> + +<P> +"Please send me home in a bubble, too!" begged the Queen of Merryland. +</P> + +<P> +"Very well, madam; you shall try the journey first," politely answered +old Santa. +</P> + +<P> +The pretty wax doll bade good-bye to the Princess Ozma and the others +and stood on the platform while the Wizard blew a big soap-bubble +around her. When completed, he allowed the bubble to float slowly +upward, and there could be seen the little Queen of Merryland standing +in the middle of it and blowing kisses from her fingers to those below. +The bubble took a southerly direction, quickly floating out of sight. +</P> + +<P> +"That's a very nice way to travel," said Princess Fluff. "I'd like to +go home in a bubble, too." +</P> + +<P> +So the Wizard blew a big bubble around Princess Fluff, and another +around King Bud, her brother, and a third one around Queen Zixi; and +soon these three bubbles had mounted into the sky and were floating off +in a group in the direction of the kingdom of Noland. +</P> + +<P> +The success of these ventures induced the other guests from foreign +lands to undertake bubble journeys, also; so the Wizard put them one by +one inside his bubbles, and Santa Claus directed the way they should +go, because he knew exactly where everybody lived. +</P> + +<P> +Finally, Button-Bright said: +</P> + +<P> +"I want to go home, too." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, so you shall!" cried Santa; "for I'm sure your father and mother +will be glad to see you again. Mr. Wizard, please blow a big, fine +bubble for Button-Bright to ride in, and I'll agree to send him home to +his family as safe as safe can be." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sorry," said Dorothy with a sigh, for she was fond of her little +comrade; "but p'raps it's best for Button-Bright to get home; 'cause +his folks must be worrying just dreadful." +</P> + +<P> +She kissed the boy, and Ozma kissed him, too, and all the others waved +their hands and said good-bye and wished him a pleasant journey. +</P> + +<P> +"Are you glad to leave us, dear?" asked Dorothy, a little wistfully. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. +</P> + +<P> +He sat down cross-legged on the platform, with his sailor hat tipped +back on his head, and the Wizard blew a beautiful bubble all around him. +</P> + +<P> +A minute later it had mounted into the sky, sailing toward the west, +and the last they saw of Button-Bright he was still sitting in the +middle of the shining globe and waving his sailor hat at those below. +</P> + +<P> +"Will you ride in a bubble, or shall I send you and Toto home by means +of the Magic Belt?" the Princess asked Dorothy. +</P> + +<P> +"Guess I'll use the Belt," replied the little girl. "I'm sort of +'fraid of those bubbles." +</P> + +<P> +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, approvingly. He loved to bark at the bubbles as +they sailed away, but he didn't care to ride in one. +</P> + +<P> +Santa Claus decided to go next. He thanked Ozma for her hospitality +and wished her many happy returns of the day. Then the Wizard blew a +bubble around his chubby little body and smaller bubbles around each of +his Ryls and Knooks. +</P> + +<P> +As the kind and generous friend of children mounted into the air the +people all cheered at the top of their voices, for they loved Santa +Claus dearly; and the little man heard them through the walls of his +bubble and waved his hands in return as he smiled down upon them. The +band played bravely while every one watched the bubble until it was +completely out of sight. +</P> + +<P> +"How 'bout you, Polly?" Dorothy asked her friend. "Are you 'fraid of +bubbles, too?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," answered Polychrome, smiling; "but Santa Claus promised to speak +to my father as he passed through the sky. So perhaps I shall get home +an easier way." +</P> + +<P> +Indeed, the little maid had scarcely made this speech when a sudden +radiance filled the air, and while the people looked on in wonder the +end of a gorgeous rainbow slowly settled down upon the platform. +</P> + +<P> +With a glad cry, the Rainbow's Daughter sprang from her seat and danced +along the curve of the bow, mounting gradually upward, while the folds +of her gauzy gown whirled and floated around her like a cloud and +blended with the colors of the rainbow itself. +</P> + +<P> +"Good-bye Ozma! Good-bye Dorothy!" cried a voice they knew belonged to +Polychrome; but now the little maiden's form had melted wholly into the +rainbow, and their eyes could no longer see her. +</P> + +<P> +Suddenly, the end of the rainbow lifted and its colors slowly faded +like mist before a breeze. Dorothy sighed deeply and turned to Ozma. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sorry to lose Polly," she said; "but I guess she's better off with +her father; 'cause even the Land of Oz couldn't be like home to a cloud +fairy." +</P> + +<P> +"No indeed," replied the Princess; "but it has been delightful for us +to know Polychrome for a little while, and—who knows?—perhaps we may +meet the Rainbow's Daughter again, some day." +</P> + +<P> +The entertainment being now ended, all left the pavilion and formed +their gay procession back to the Emerald City again. Of Dorothy's +recent traveling companions only Toto and the shaggy man remained, and +Ozma had decided to allow the latter to live in Oz for a time, at +least. If he proved honest and true she promised to let him live there +always, and the shaggy man was anxious to earn this reward. +</P> + +<P> +They had a nice quiet dinner together and passed a pleasant evening +with the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, Tik-tok, and the Yellow Hen for +company. +</P> + +<P> +When Dorothy bade them good-night, she kissed them all good-bye at the +same time. For Ozma had agreed that while Dorothy slept she and Toto +should be transported by means of the Magic Belt to her own little bed +in the Kansas farm-house and the little girl laughed as she thought how +astonished Uncle Henry and Aunt Em would be when she came down to +breakfast with them next morning. +</P> + +<P> +Quite content to have had so pleasant an adventure, and a little tired +by all the day's busy scenes, Dorothy clasped Toto in her arms and lay +down upon the pretty white bed in her room in Ozma's royal palace. +</P> + +<P> +Presently she was sound asleep. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROAD TO OZ *** + +***** This file should be named 485-h.htm or 485-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/4/8/485/ + +Produced by Warren Baldwin and Dennis Amundson. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +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 + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. + + +</pre> + +</BODY> + +</HTML> + + @@ -0,0 +1,5564 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum + +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: The Road to Oz + +Author: L. Frank Baum + +Posting Date: July 21, 2008 [EBook #485] +Release Date: April, 1996 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROAD TO OZ *** + + + + +Produced by Warren Baldwin and Dennis Amundson. + + + + + + + + + +The Road to Oz + + + In which is related how Dorothy Gale of Kansas, + The Shaggy Man, Button Bright, and Polychrome + the Rainbow's Daughter met on an + Enchanted Road and followed + it all the way to the + Marvelous Land + of Oz. + + +by + +L. Frank Baum + +"Royal Historian of Oz" + + + +Contents + + --To My Readers-- + 1. The Way to Butterfield + 2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright + 3. A Queer Village + 4. King Dox + 5. The Rainbow's Daughter + 6. The City of Beasts + 7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation + 8. The Musicker + 9. Facing the Scoodlers + 10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle + 11. Johnny Dooit Does It + 12. The Deadly Desert Crossed + 13. The Truth Pond + 14. Tik-Tok and Billina + 15. The Emperor's Tin Castle + 16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field + 17. The Royal Chariot Arrives + 18. The Emerald City + 19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome + 20. Princess Ozma of Oz + 21. Dorothy Receives the Guests + 22. Important Arrivals + 23. The Grand Banquet + 24. The Birthday Celebration + + + + +To My Readers + + +Well, my dears, here is what you have asked for: another "Oz Book" +about Dorothy's strange adventures. Toto is in this story, because you +wanted him to be there, and many other characters which you will +recognize are in the story, too. Indeed, the wishes of my little +correspondents have been considered as carefully as possible, and if +the story is not exactly as you would have written it yourselves, you +must remember that a story has to be a story before it can be written +down, and the writer cannot change it much without spoiling it. + +In the preface to "Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz" I said I would like to +write some stories that were not "Oz" stories, because I thought I had +written about Oz long enough; but since that volume was published I +have been fairly deluged with letters from children imploring me to +"write more about Dorothy," and "more about Oz," and since I write only +to please the children I shall try to respect their wishes. + +There are some new characters in this book that ought to win your love. +I'm very fond of the shaggy man myself, and I think you will like him, +too. As for Polychrome--the Rainbow's Daughter--and stupid little +Button-Bright, they seem to have brought a new element of fun into +these Oz stories, and I am glad I discovered them. Yet I am anxious to +have you write and tell me how you like them. + +Since this book was written I have received some very remarkable News +from The Land of Oz, which has greatly astonished me. I believe it +will astonish you, too, my dears, when you hear it. But it is such a +long and exciting story that it must be saved for another book--and +perhaps that book will be the last story that will ever be told about +the Land of Oz. + +L. FRANK BAUM + +Coronado, 1909. + + + + +1. The Way to Butterfield + + +"Please, miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road to +Butterfield?" + +Dorothy looked him over. Yes, he was shaggy, all right, but there was +a twinkle in his eye that seemed pleasant. + +"Oh yes," she replied; "I can tell you. But it isn't this road at all." + +"No?" + +"You cross the ten-acre lot, follow the lane to the highway, go north +to the five branches, and take--let me see--" + +"To be sure, miss; see as far as Butterfield, if you like," said the +shaggy man. + +"You take the branch next the willow stump, I b'lieve; or else the +branch by the gopher holes; or else--" + +"Won't any of 'em do, miss?" + +"'Course not, Shaggy Man. You must take the right road to get to +Butterfield." + +"And is that the one by the gopher stump, or--" + +"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I shall have to show you the way, you're so +stupid. Wait a minute till I run in the house and get my sunbonnet." + +The shaggy man waited. He had an oat-straw in his mouth, which he +chewed slowly as if it tasted good; but it didn't. There was an +apple-tree beside the house, and some apples had fallen to the ground. +The shaggy man thought they would taste better than the oat-straw, so +he walked over to get some. A little black dog with bright brown eyes +dashed out of the farm-house and ran madly toward the shaggy man, who +had already picked up three apples and put them in one of the big wide +pockets of his shaggy coat. The little dog barked and made a dive for +the shaggy man's leg; but he grabbed the dog by the neck and put it in +his big pocket along with the apples. He took more apples, afterward, +for many were on the ground; and each one that he tossed into his +pocket hit the little dog somewhere upon the head or back, and made him +growl. The little dog's name was Toto, and he was sorry he had been +put in the shaggy man's pocket. + +Pretty soon Dorothy came out of the house with her sunbonnet, and she +called out: + +"Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to +Butterfield." She climbed the fence into the ten-acre lot and he +followed her, walking slowly and stumbling over the little hillocks in +the pasture as if he was thinking of something else and did not notice +them. + +"My, but you're clumsy!" said the little girl. "Are your feet tired?" + +"No, miss; it's my whiskers; they tire very easily in this warm +weather," said he. "I wish it would snow, don't you?" + +"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look. +"If it snowed in August it would spoil the corn and the oats and the +wheat; and then Uncle Henry wouldn't have any crops; and that would +make him poor; and--" + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man. "It won't snow, I guess. Is this +the lane?" + +"Yes," replied Dorothy, climbing another fence; "I'll go as far as the +highway with you." + +"Thankee, miss; you're very kind for your size, I'm sure," said he +gratefully. + +"It isn't everyone who knows the road to Butterfield," Dorothy remarked +as she tripped along the lane; "but I've driven there many a time with +Uncle Henry, and so I b'lieve I could find it blindfolded." + +"Don't do that, miss," said the shaggy man earnestly; "you might make a +mistake." + +"I won't," she answered, laughing. "Here's the highway. Now it's the +second--no, the third turn to the left--or else it's the fourth. Let's +see. The first one is by the elm tree, and the second is by the gopher +holes; and then--" + +"Then what?" he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets. Toto +grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of that +pocket quickly, and said "Oh!" + +Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with her +arm, looking anxiously down the road. + +"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may as +well show you." + +After a while, they came to the place where five roads branched in +different directions; Dorothy pointed to one, and said: + +"That's it, Shaggy Man." + +"I'm much obliged, miss," he said, and started along another road. + +"Not that one!" she cried; "you're going wrong." + +He stopped. + +"I thought you said that other was the road to Butterfield," said he, +running his fingers through his shaggy whiskers in a puzzled way. + +"So it is." + +"But I don't want to go to Butterfield, miss." + +"You don't?" + +"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go +there by mistake." + +"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?" + +"I'm not particular, miss." + +This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too, +to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing. + +"There are a good many roads here," observed the shaggy man, turning +slowly around, like a human windmill. "Seems to me a person could go +'most anywhere, from this place." + +Dorothy turned around too, and gazed in surprise. There WERE a good +many roads; more than she had ever seen before. She tried to count +them, knowing there ought to be five, but when she had counted +seventeen she grew bewildered and stopped, for the roads were as many +as the spokes of a wheel and ran in every direction from the place +where they stood; so if she kept on counting she was likely to count +some of the roads twice. + +"Dear me!" she exclaimed. "There used to be only five roads, highway +and all. And now--why, where's the highway, Shaggy Man?" + +"Can't say, miss," he responded, sitting down upon the ground as if +tired with standing. "Wasn't it here a minute ago?" + +"I thought so," she answered, greatly perplexed. "And I saw the gopher +holes, too, and the dead stump; but they're not here now. These roads +are all strange--and what a lot of them there are! Where do you +suppose they all go to?" + +"Roads," observed the shaggy man, "don't go anywhere. They stay in one +place, so folks can walk on them." + +He put his hand in his side-pocket and drew out an apple--quick, before +Toto could bite him again. The little dog got his head out this time +and said "Bow-wow!" so loudly that it made Dorothy jump. + +"O, Toto!" she cried; "where did you come from?" + +"I brought him along," said the shaggy man. + +"What for?" she asked. + +"To guard these apples in my pocket, miss, so no one would steal them." + +With one hand the shaggy man held the apple, which he began eating, +while with the other hand he pulled Toto out of his pocket and dropped +him to the ground. Of course Toto made for Dorothy at once, barking +joyfully at his release from the dark pocket. When the child had +patted his head lovingly, he sat down before her, his red tongue +hanging out one side of his mouth, and looked up into her face with his +bright brown eyes, as if asking her what they should do next. + +Dorothy didn't know. She looked around her anxiously for some familiar +landmark; but everything was strange. Between the branches of the many +roads were green meadows and a few shrubs and trees, but she couldn't +see anywhere the farm-house from which she had just come, or anything +she had ever seen before--except the shaggy man and Toto. Besides +this, she had turned around and around so many times trying to find out +where she was, that now she couldn't even tell which direction the +farm-house ought to be in; and this began to worry her and make her +feel anxious. + +"I'm 'fraid, Shaggy Man," she said, with a sigh, "that we're lost!" + +"That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied, throwing away the core of +his apple and beginning to eat another one. "Each of these roads must +lead somewhere, or it wouldn't be here. So what does it matter?" + +"I want to go home again," she said. + +"Well, why don't you?" said he. + +"I don't know which road to take." + +"That is too bad," he said, shaking his shaggy head gravely. "I wish I +could help you; but I can't. I'm a stranger in these parts." + +"Seems as if I were, too," she said, sitting down beside him. "It's +funny. A few minutes ago I was home, and I just came to show you the +way to Butterfield--" + +"So I shouldn't make a mistake and go there--" + +"And now I'm lost myself and don't know how to get home!" + +"Have an apple," suggested the shaggy man, handing her one with pretty +red cheeks. + +"I'm not hungry," said Dorothy, pushing it away. + +"But you may be, to-morrow; then you'll be sorry you didn't eat the +apple," said he. + +"If I am, I'll eat the apple then," promised Dorothy. + +"Perhaps there won't be any apple then," he returned, beginning to eat +the red-cheeked one himself. "Dogs sometimes can find their way home +better than people," he went on; "perhaps your dog can lead you back to +the farm." + +"Will you, Toto?" asked Dorothy. + +Toto wagged his tail vigorously. + +"All right," said the girl; "let's go home." + +Toto looked around a minute and dashed up one of the roads. + +"Good-bye, Shaggy Man," called Dorothy, and ran after Toto. The little +dog pranced briskly along for some distance; when he turned around and +looked at his mistress questioningly. + +"Oh, don't 'spect ME to tell you anything; I don't know the way," she +said. "You'll have to find it yourself." + +But Toto couldn't. He wagged his tail, and sneezed, and shook his +ears, and trotted back where they had left the shaggy man. From here +he started along another road; then came back and tried another; but +each time he found the way strange and decided it would not take them +to the farm-house. Finally, when Dorothy had begun to tire with +chasing after him, Toto sat down panting beside the shaggy man and gave +up. + +Dorothy sat down, too, very thoughtful. The little girl had +encountered some queer adventures since she came to live at the farm; +but this was the queerest of them all. To get lost in fifteen minutes, +so near to her home and in the unromantic State of Kansas, was an +experience that fairly bewildered her. + +"Will your folks worry?" asked the shaggy man, his eyes twinkling in a +pleasant way. + +"I s'pose so," answered Dorothy with a sigh. "Uncle Henry says there's +ALWAYS something happening to me; but I've always come home safe at the +last. So perhaps he'll take comfort and think I'll come home safe this +time." + +"I'm sure you will," said the shaggy man, smilingly nodding at her. +"Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I'm +good, too; so nothing ever hurts me." + +Dorothy looked at him curiously. His clothes were shaggy, his boots +were shaggy and full of holes, and his hair and whiskers were shaggy. +But his smile was sweet and his eyes were kind. + +"Why didn't you want to go to Butterfield?" she asked. + +"Because a man lives there who owes me fifteen cents, and if I went to +Butterfield and he saw me he'd want to pay me the money. I don't want +money, my dear." + +"Why not?" she inquired. + +"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty. I +don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love +me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet, everyone I meet is sure to +love me dearly." + +"The Love Magnet! Why, what's that?" + +"I'll show you, if you won't tell any one," he answered, in a low, +mysterious voice. + +"There isn't any one to tell, 'cept Toto," said the girl. + +The shaggy man searched in one pocket, carefully; and in another +pocket; and in a third. At last he drew out a small parcel wrapped in +crumpled paper and tied with a cotton string. He unwound the string, +opened the parcel, and took out a bit of metal shaped like a horseshoe. +It was dull and brown, and not very pretty. + +"This, my dear," said he, impressively, "is the wonderful Love Magnet. +It was given me by an Eskimo in the Sandwich Islands--where there are +no sandwiches at all--and as long as I carry it every living thing I +meet will love me dearly." + +"Why didn't the Eskimo keep it?" she asked, looking at the Magnet with +interest. + +"He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. So +he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him." + +"Wasn't he sorry then?" she inquired. + +"He didn't say," replied the shaggy man, wrapping and tying the Love +Magnet with great care and putting it away in another pocket. "But the +bear didn't seem sorry a bit," he added. + +"Did you know the bear?" asked Dorothy. + +"Yes; we used to play ball together in the Caviar Islands. The bear +loved me because I had the Love Magnet. I couldn't blame him for +eating the Eskimo, because it was his nature to do so." + +"Once," said Dorothy, "I knew a Hungry Tiger who longed to eat fat +babies, because it was his nature to; but he never ate any because he +had a Conscience." + +"This bear," replied the shaggy man, with a sigh, "had no Conscience, +you see." + +The shaggy man sat silent for several minutes, apparently considering +the cases of the bear and the tiger, while Toto watched him with an air +of great interest. The little dog was doubtless thinking of his ride +in the shaggy man's pocket and planning to keep out of reach in the +future. + +At last the shaggy man turned and inquired, "What's your name, little +girl?" + +"My name's Dorothy," said she, jumping up again, "but what are we going +to do? We can't stay here forever, you know." + +"Let's take the seventh road," he suggested. "Seven is a lucky number +for little girls named Dorothy." + +"The seventh from where?" + +"From where you begin to count." + +So she counted seven roads, and the seventh looked just like all the +others; but the shaggy man got up from the ground where he had been +sitting and started down this road as if sure it was the best way to +go; and Dorothy and Toto followed him. + + + + +2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright + + +The seventh road was a good road, and curved this way and that--winding +through green meadows and fields covered with daisies and buttercups +and past groups of shady trees. There were no houses of any sort to be +seen, and for some distance they met with no living creature at all. + +Dorothy began to fear they were getting a good way from the farm-house, +since here everything was strange to her; but it would do no good at +all to go back where the other roads all met, because the next one they +chose might lead her just as far from home. + +She kept on beside the shaggy man, who whistled cheerful tunes to +beguile the journey, until by and by they followed a turn in the road +and saw before them a big chestnut tree making a shady spot over the +highway. In the shade sat a little boy dressed in sailor clothes, who +was digging a hole in the earth with a bit of wood. He must have been +digging some time, because the hole was already big enough to drop a +football into. + +Dorothy and Toto and the shaggy man came to a halt before the little +boy, who kept on digging in a sober and persistent fashion. + +"Who are you?" asked the girl. + +He looked up at her calmly. His face was round and chubby and his eyes +were big, blue and earnest. + +"I'm Button-Bright," said he. + +"But what's your real name?" she inquired. + +"Button-Bright." + +"That isn't a really-truly name!" she exclaimed. + +"Isn't it?" he asked, still digging. + +"'Course not. It's just a--a thing to call you by. You must have a +name." + +"Must I?" + +"To be sure. What does your mama call you?" + +He paused in his digging and tried to think. + +"Papa always said I was bright as a button; so mama always called me +Button-Bright," he said. + +"What is your papa's name?" + +"Just Papa." + +"What else?" + +"Don't know." + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, smiling. "We'll call the boy +Button-Bright, as his mama does. That name is as good as any, and +better than some." + +Dorothy watched the boy dig. + +"Where do you live?" she asked. + +"Don't know," was the reply. + +"How did you come here?" + +"Don't know," he said again. + +"Don't you know where you came from?" + +"No," said he. + +"Why, he must be lost," she said to the shaggy man. She turned to the +boy once more. + +"What are you going to do?" she inquired. + +"Dig," said he. + +"But you can't dig forever; and what are you going to do then?" she +persisted. + +"Don't know," said the boy. + +"But you MUST know SOMETHING," declared Dorothy, getting provoked. + +"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise. + +"Of course you must." + +"What must I know?" + +"What's going to become of you, for one thing," she answered. + +"Do YOU know what's going to become of me?" he asked. + +"Not--not 'zactly," she admitted. + +"Do you know what's going to become of YOU?" he continued, earnestly. + +"I can't say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present +difficulties. + +The shaggy man laughed. + +"No one knows everything, Dorothy," he said. + +"But Button-Bright doesn't seem to know ANYthing," she declared. "Do +you, Button-Bright?" + +He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied with +perfect calmness: + +"Don't know." + +Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little +information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure +to worry about him. He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, +and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much +pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this +lonely road? she wondered. + +Near Button-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor +on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, and +the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its corners. +The boy was still digging at his hole. + +"Have you ever been to sea?" asked Dorothy. + +"To see what?" answered Button-Bright. + +"I mean, have you ever been where there's water?" + +"Yes," said Button-Bright; "there's a well in our back yard." + +"You don't understand," cried Dorothy. "I mean, have you ever been on +a big ship floating on a big ocean?" + +"Don't know," said he. + +"Then why do you wear sailor clothes?" + +"Don't know," he answered, again. + +Dorothy was in despair. + +"You're just AWFUL stupid, Button-Bright," she said. + +"Am I?" he asked. + +"Yes, you are." + +"Why?" looking up at her with big eyes. + +She was going to say: "Don't know," but stopped herself in time. + +"That's for you to answer," she replied. + +"It's no use asking Button-Bright questions," said the shaggy man, who +had been eating another apple; "but someone ought to take care of the +poor little chap, don't you think? So he'd better come along with us." + +Toto had been looking with great curiosity in the hole which the boy +was digging, and growing more and more excited every minute, perhaps +thinking that Button-Bright was after some wild animal. The little dog +began barking loudly and jumped into the hole himself, where he began +to dig with his tiny paws, making the earth fly in all directions. It +spattered over the boy. Dorothy seized him and raised him to his feet, +brushing his clothes with her hand. + +"Stop that, Toto!" she called. "There aren't any mice or woodchucks in +that hole, so don't be foolish." + +Toto stopped, sniffed at the hole suspiciously, and jumped out of it, +wagging his tail as if he had done something important. + +"Well," said the shaggy man, "let's start on, or we won't get anywhere +before night comes." + +"Where do you expect to get to?" asked Dorothy. + +"I'm like Button-Bright. I don't know," answered the shaggy man, with +a laugh. "But I've learned from long experience that every road leads +somewhere, or there wouldn't be any road; so it's likely that if we +travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in +the end. What place it will be we can't even guess at this moment, but +we're sure to find out when we get there." + +"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "that seems reas'n'ble, Shaggy Man." + + + + +3. A Queer Village + + +Button-Bright took the shaggy man's hand willingly; for the shaggy man +had the Love Magnet, you know, which was the reason Button-Bright had +loved him at once. They started on, with Dorothy on one side, and Toto +on the other, the little party trudging along more cheerfully than you +might have supposed. The girl was getting used to queer adventures, +which interested her very much. Wherever Dorothy went Toto was sure to +go, like Mary's little lamb. Button-Bright didn't seem a bit afraid or +worried because he was lost, and the shaggy man had no home, perhaps, +and was as happy in one place as in another. + +Before long they saw ahead of them a fine big arch spanning the road, +and when they came nearer they found that the arch was beautifully +carved and decorated with rich colors. A row of peacocks with spread +tails ran along the top of it, and all the feathers were gorgeously +painted. In the center was a large fox's head, and the fox wore a +shrewd and knowing expression and had large spectacles over its eyes +and a small golden crown with shiny points on top of its head. + +While the travelers were looking with curiosity at this beautiful arch +there suddenly marched out of it a company of soldiers--only the +soldiers were all foxes dressed in uniforms. They wore green jackets +and yellow pantaloons, and their little round caps and their high boots +were a bright red color. Also, there was a big red bow tied about the +middle of each long, bushy tail. Each soldier was armed with a wooden +sword having an edge of sharp teeth set in a row, and the sight of +these teeth at first caused Dorothy to shudder. + +A captain marched in front of the company of fox-soldiers, his uniform +embroidered with gold braid to make it handsomer than the others. + +Almost before our friends realized it the soldiers had surrounded them +on all sides, and the captain was calling out in a harsh voice: + +"Surrender! You are our prisoners." + +"What's a pris'ner?" asked Button-Bright. + +"A prisoner is a captive," replied the fox-captain, strutting up and +down with much dignity. + +"What's a captive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"You're one," said the captain. + +That made the shaggy man laugh + +"Good afternoon, captain," he said, bowing politely to all the foxes +and very low to their commander. "I trust you are in good health, and +that your families are all well?" + +The fox-captain looked at the shaggy man, and his sharp features grew +pleasant and smiling. + +"We're pretty well, thank you, Shaggy Man," said he; and Dorothy knew +that the Love Magnet was working and that all the foxes now loved the +shaggy man because of it. But Toto didn't know this, for he began +barking angrily and tried to bite the captain's hairy leg where it +showed between his red boots and his yellow pantaloons. + +"Stop, Toto!" cried the little girl, seizing the dog in her arms. +"These are our friends." + +"Why, so we are!" remarked the captain in tones of astonishment. "I +thought at first we were enemies, but it seems you are friends instead. +You must come with me to see King Dox." + +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright, with earnest eyes. + +"King Dox of Foxville; the great and wise sovereign who rules over our +community." + +"What's sov'rin, and what's c'u'nity?" inquired Button-Bright. + +"Don't ask so many questions, little boy." + +"Why?" + +"Ah, why indeed?" exclaimed the captain, looking at Button-Bright +admiringly. "If you don't ask questions you will learn nothing. True +enough. I was wrong. You're a very clever little boy, come to think +of it--very clever indeed. But now, friends, please come with me, for +it is my duty to escort you at once to the royal palace." + +The soldiers marched back through the arch again, and with them marched +the shaggy man, Dorothy, Toto, and Button-Bright. Once through the +opening they found a fine, big city spread out before them, all the +houses of carved marble in beautiful colors. The decorations were +mostly birds and other fowl, such as peacocks, pheasants, turkeys, +prairie-chickens, ducks, and geese. Over each doorway was carved a +head representing the fox who lived in that house, this effect being +quite pretty and unusual. + +As our friends marched along, some of the foxes came out on the porches +and balconies to get a view of the strangers. These foxes were all +handsomely dressed, the girl-foxes and women-foxes wearing gowns of +feathers woven together effectively and colored in bright hues which +Dorothy thought were quite artistic and decidedly attractive. + +Button-Bright stared until his eyes were big and round, and he would +have stumbled and fallen more than once had not the shaggy man grasped +his hand tightly. They were all interested, and Toto was so excited he +wanted to bark every minute and to chase and fight every fox he caught +sight of; but Dorothy held his little wiggling body fast in her arms +and commanded him to be good and behave himself. So he finally quieted +down, like a wise doggy, deciding there were too many foxes in Foxville +to fight at one time. + +By-and-by they came to a big square, and in the center of the square +stood the royal palace. Dorothy knew it at once because it had over +its great door the carved head of a fox just like the one she had seen +on the arch, and this fox was the only one who wore a golden crown. + +There were many fox-soldiers guarding the door, but they bowed to the +captain and admitted him without question. The captain led them +through many rooms, where richly dressed foxes were sitting on +beautiful chairs or sipping tea, which was being passed around by +fox-servants in white aprons. They came to a big doorway covered with +heavy curtains of cloth of gold. + +Beside this doorway stood a huge drum. The fox-captain went to this +drum and knocked his knees against it--first one knee and then the +other--so that the drum said: "Boom-boom." + +"You must all do exactly what I do," ordered the captain; so the shaggy +man pounded the drum with his knees, and so did Dorothy and so did +Button-Bright. The boy wanted to keep on pounding it with his little +fat knees, because he liked the sound of it; but the captain stopped +him. Toto couldn't pound the drum with his knees and he didn't know +enough to wag his tail against it, so Dorothy pounded the drum for him +and that made him bark, and when the little dog barked the fox-captain +scowled. + +The golden curtains drew back far enough to make an opening, through +which marched the captain with the others. + +The broad, long room they entered was decorated in gold with +stained-glass windows of splendid colors. In the corner of the room +upon a richly carved golden throne, sat the fox-king, surrounded by a +group of other foxes, all of whom wore great spectacles over their +eyes, making them look solemn and important. + +Dorothy knew the King at once, because she had seen his head carved on +the arch and over the doorway of the palace. Having met with several +other kings in her travels, she knew what to do, and at once made a low +bow before the throne. The shaggy man bowed, too, and Button-Bright +bobbed his head and said "Hello." + +"Most wise and noble Potentate of Foxville," said the captain, +addressing the King in a pompous voice, "I humbly beg to report that I +found these strangers on the road leading to your Foxy Majesty's +dominions, and have therefore brought them before you, as is my duty." + +"So--so," said the King, looking at them keenly. "What brought you +here, strangers?" + +"Our legs, may it please your Royal Hairiness," replied the shaggy man. + +"What is your business here?" was the next question. + +"To get away as soon as possible," said the shaggy man. + +The King didn't know about the Magnet, of course; but it made him love +the shaggy man at once. + +"Do just as you please about going away," he said; "but I'd like to +show you the sights of my city and to entertain your party while you +are here. We feel highly honored to have little Dorothy with us, I +assure you, and we appreciate her kindness in making us a visit. For +whatever country Dorothy visits is sure to become famous." + +This speech greatly surprised the little girl, who asked: + +"How did your Majesty know my name?" + +"Why, everybody knows you, my dear," said the Fox-King. "Don't you +realize that? You are quite an important personage since Princess Ozma +of Oz made you her friend." + +"Do you know Ozma?" she asked, wondering. + +"I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to +meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her birthday +on the twenty-first of this month." + +"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that." + +"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any +city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation." + +Dorothy thought a moment. + +"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how +could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way +from Kansas." + +"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised. + +"Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren't we?" she returned. + +"What a queer notion!" cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh. +"Whatever made you think this is Kansas?" + +"I left Uncle Henry's farm only about two hours ago; that's the +reason," she said, rather perplexed. + +"But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as +Foxville in Kansas?" he questioned. + +"No, your Majesty." + +"And haven't you traveled from Oz to Kansas in less than half a jiffy, +by means of the Silver Shoes and the Magic Belt?" + +"Yes, your Majesty," she acknowledged. + +"Then why do you wonder that an hour or two could bring you to +Foxville, which is nearer to Oz than it is to Kansas?" + +"Dear me!" exclaimed Dorothy; "is this another fairy adventure?" + +"It seems to be," said the Fox-King, smiling. + +Dorothy turned to the shaggy man, and her face was grave and +reproachful. + +"Are you a magician? or a fairy in disguise?" she asked. "Did you +enchant me when you asked the way to Butterfield?" + +The shaggy man shook his head. + +"Who ever heard of a shaggy fairy?" he replied. "No, Dorothy, my dear; +I'm not to blame for this journey in any way, I assure you. There's +been something strange about me ever since I owned the Love Magnet; but +I don't know what it is any more than you do. I didn't try to get you +away from home, at all. If you want to find your way back to the farm +I'll go with you willingly, and do my best to help you." + +"Never mind," said the little girl, thoughtfully. "There isn't so much +to see in Kansas as there is here, and I guess Aunt Em won't be VERY +much worried; that is, if I don't stay away too long." + +"That's right," declared the Fox-King, nodding approval. "Be contented +with your lot, whatever it happens to be, if you are wise. Which +reminds me that you have a new companion on this adventure--he looks +very clever and bright." + +"He is," said Dorothy; and the shaggy man added: + +"That's his name, your Royal Foxiness--Button-Bright." + + + + +4. King Dox + + +It was amusing to note the expression on the face of King Dox as he +looked the boy over, from his sailor hat to his stubby shoes, and it +was equally diverting to watch Button-Bright stare at the King in +return. No fox ever beheld a fresher, fairer child's face, and no +child had ever before heard a fox talk, or met with one who dressed so +handsomely and ruled so big a city. I am sorry to say that no one had +ever told the little boy much about fairies of any kind; this being the +case, it is easy to understand how much this strange experience +startled and astonished him. + +"How do you like us?" asked the King. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Of course you don't. It's too short an acquaintance," returned his +Majesty. "What do you suppose my name is?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"How should you? Well, I'll tell you. My private name is Dox, but a +King can't be called by his private name; he has to take one that is +official. Therefore my official name is King Renard the Fourth. +Ren-ard with the accent on the 'Ren'." + +"What's 'ren'?" asked Button-Bright. + +"How clever!" exclaimed the King, turning a pleased face toward his +counselors. "This boy is indeed remarkably bright. 'What's 'ren'?' he +asks; and of course 'ren' is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, he's +very bright indeed." + +"That question is what your Majesty might call foxy," said one of the +counselors, an old grey fox. + +"So it is," declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he +asked: + +"Having told you my name, what would you call me?" + +"King Dox," said the boy. + +"Why?" + +"'Cause 'ren''s nothing at all," was the reply. + +"Good! Very good indeed! You certainly have a brilliant mind. Do you +know why two and two make four?" + +"No," said Button-Bright. + +"Clever! clever indeed! Of course you don't know. Nobody knows why; +we only know it's so, and can't tell why it's so. Button-Bright, those +curls and blue eyes do not go well with so much wisdom. They make you +look too youthful, and hide your real cleverness. Therefore, I will do +you a great favor. I will confer upon you the head of a fox, so that +you may hereafter look as bright as you really are." + +As he spoke the King waved his paw toward the boy, and at once the +pretty curls and fresh round face and big blue eyes were gone, while in +their place a fox's head appeared upon Button-Bright's shoulders--a +hairy head with a sharp nose, pointed ears, and keen little eyes. + +"Oh, don't do that!" cried Dorothy, shrinking back from her transformed +companion with a shocked and dismayed face. + +"Too late, my dear; it's done. But you also shall have a fox's head if +you can prove you're as clever as Button-Bright." + +"I don't want it; it's dreadful!" she exclaimed; and, hearing this +verdict, Button-Bright began to boo-hoo just as if he were still a +little boy. + +"How can you call that lovely head dreadful?" asked the King. "It's a +much prettier face than he had before, to my notion, and my wife says +I'm a good judge of beauty. Don't cry, little fox-boy. Laugh and be +proud, because you are so highly favored. How do you like the new +head, Button-Bright?" + +"D-d-don't n-n-n-know!" sobbed the child. + +"Please, PLEASE change him back again, your Majesty!" begged Dorothy. + +King Renard IV shook his head. + +"I can't do that," he said; "I haven't the power, even if I wanted to. +No, Button-Bright must wear his fox head, and he'll be sure to love it +dearly as soon as he gets used to it." + +Both the shaggy man and Dorothy looked grave and anxious, for they were +sorrowful that such a misfortune had overtaken their little companion. +Toto barked at the fox-boy once or twice, not realizing it was his +former friend who now wore the animal head; but Dorothy cuffed the dog +and made him stop. As for the foxes, they all seemed to think +Button-Bright's new head very becoming and that their King had +conferred a great honor on this little stranger. It was funny to see +the boy reach up to feel of his sharp nose and wide mouth, and wail +afresh with grief. He wagged his ears in a comical manner and tears +were in his little black eyes. But Dorothy couldn't laugh at her +friend just yet, because she felt so sorry. + +Just then three little fox-princesses, daughters of the King, entered +the room, and when they saw Button-Bright one exclaimed: "How lovely he +is!" and the next one cried in delight: "How sweet he is!" and the +third princess clapped her hands with pleasure and said, "How beautiful +he is!" + +Button-Bright stopped crying and asked timidly: + +"Am I?" + +"In all the world there is not another face so pretty," declared the +biggest fox-princess. + +"You must live with us always, and be our brother," said the next. + +"We shall all love you dearly," the third said. + +This praise did much to comfort the boy, and he looked around and tried +to smile. It was a pitiful attempt, because the fox face was new and +stiff, and Dorothy thought his expression more stupid than before the +transformation. + +"I think we ought to be going now," said the shaggy man, uneasily, for +he didn't know what the King might take into his head to do next. + +"Don't leave us yet, I beg of you," pleaded King Renard. "I intend to +have several days of feasting and merry-making in honor of your visit." + +"Have it after we're gone, for we can't wait," said Dorothy, decidedly. +But seeing this displeased the King, she added: "If I'm going to get +Ozma to invite you to her party I'll have to find her as soon as +poss'ble, you know." + +In spite of all the beauty of Foxville and the gorgeous dresses of its +inhabitants, both the girl and the shaggy man felt they were not quite +safe there, and would be glad to see the last of it. + +"But it is now evening," the King reminded them, "and you must stay +with us until morning, anyhow. Therefore, I invite you to be my guests +at dinner, and to attend the theater afterward and sit in the royal +box. To-morrow morning, if you really insist upon it, you may resume +your journey." + +They consented to this, and some of the fox-servants led them to a +suite of lovely rooms in the big palace. + +Button-Bright was afraid to be left alone, so Dorothy took him into her +own room. While a maid-fox dressed the little girl's hair--which was a +bit tangled--and put some bright, fresh ribbons in it, another maid-fox +combed the hair on poor Button-Bright's face and head and brushed it +carefully, tying a pink bow to each of his pointed ears. The maids +wanted to dress the children in fine costumes of woven feathers, such +as all the foxes wore; but neither of them consented to that. + +"A sailor suit and a fox head do not go well together," said one of the +maids, "for no fox was ever a sailor that I can remember." + +"I'm not a fox!" cried Button-Bright. + +"Alas, no," agreed the maid. "But you've got a lovely fox head on your +skinny shoulders, and that's ALMOST as good as being a fox." + +The boy, reminded of his misfortune, began to cry again. Dorothy +petted and comforted him and promised to find some way to restore him +his own head. + +"If we can manage to get to Ozma," she said, "the Princess will change +you back to yourself in half a second; so you just wear that fox head +as comf't'bly as you can, dear, and don't worry about it at all. It +isn't nearly as pretty as your own head, no matter what the foxes say; +but you can get along with it for a little while longer, can't you?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, doubtfully; but he didn't cry any +more after that. + +Dorothy let the maids pin ribbons to her shoulders, after which they +were ready for the King's dinner. When they met the shaggy man in the +splendid drawing room of the palace they found him just the same as +before. He had refused to give up his shaggy clothes for new ones, +because if he did that he would no longer be the shaggy man, he said, +and he might have to get acquainted with himself all over again. + +He told Dorothy he had brushed his shaggy hair and whiskers; but she +thought he must have brushed them the wrong way, for they were quite as +shaggy as before. + +As for the company of foxes assembled to dine with the strangers, they +were most beautifully costumed, and their rich dresses made Dorothy's +simple gown and Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's shaggy +clothes look commonplace. But they treated their guests with great +respect and the King's dinner was a very good dinner indeed. Foxes, as +you know, are fond of chicken and other fowl; so they served chicken +soup and roasted turkey and stewed duck and fried grouse and broiled +quail and goose pie, and as the cooking was excellent the King's guests +enjoyed the meal and ate heartily of the various dishes. + +The party went to the theater, where they saw a play acted by foxes +dressed in costumes of brilliantly colored feathers. The play was +about a fox-girl who was stolen by some wicked wolves and carried to +their cave; and just as they were about to kill her and eat her a +company of fox-soldiers marched up, saved the girl, and put all the +wicked wolves to death. + +"How do you like it?" the King asked Dorothy. + +"Pretty well," she answered. "It reminds me of one of Mr. Aesop's +fables." + +"Don't mention Aesop to me, I beg of you!" exclaimed King Dox. "I hate +that man's name. He wrote a good deal about foxes, but always made +them out cruel and wicked, whereas we are gentle and kind, as you may +see." + +"But his fables showed you to be wise and clever, and more shrewd than +other animals," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. + +"So we are. There is no question about our knowing more than men do," +replied the King, proudly. "But we employ our wisdom to do good, +instead of harm; so that horrid Aesop did not know what he was talking +about." + +They did not like to contradict him, because they felt he ought to know +the nature of foxes better than men did; so they sat still and watched +the play, and Button-Bright became so interested that for the time he +forgot he wore a fox head. + +Afterward they went back to the palace and slept in soft beds stuffed +with feathers; for the foxes raised many fowl for food, and used their +feathers for clothing and to sleep upon. + +Dorothy wondered why the animals living in Foxville did not wear just +their own hairy skins as wild foxes do; when she mentioned it to King +Dox he said they clothed themselves because they were civilized. + +"But you were born without clothes," she observed, "and you don't seem +to me to need them." + +"So were human beings born without clothes," he replied; "and until +they became civilized they wore only their natural skins. But to +become civilized means to dress as elaborately and prettily as +possible, and to make a show of your clothes so your neighbors will +envy you, and for that reason both civilized foxes and civilized humans +spend most of their time dressing themselves." + +"I don't," declared the shaggy man. + +"That is true," said the King, looking at him carefully; "but perhaps +you are not civilized." + +After a sound sleep and a good night's rest they had their breakfast +with the King and then bade his Majesty good-bye. + +"You've been kind to us--'cept poor Button-Bright," said Dorothy, "and +we've had a nice time in Foxville." + +"Then," said King Dox, "perhaps you'll be good enough to get me an +invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday celebration." + +"I'll try," she promised; "if I see her in time." + +"It's on the twenty-first, remember," he continued; "and if you'll just +see that I'm invited I'll find a way to cross the Dreadful Desert into +the marvelous Land of Oz. I've always wanted to visit the Emerald +City, so I'm sure it was fortunate you arrived here just when you did, +you being Princess Ozma's friend and able to assist me in getting the +invitation." + +"If I see Ozma I'll ask her to invite you," she replied. + +The Fox-King had a delightful luncheon put up for them, which the +shaggy man shoved in his pocket, and the fox-captain escorted them to +an arch at the side of the village opposite the one by which they had +entered. Here they found more soldiers guarding the road. + +"Are you afraid of enemies?" asked Dorothy. + +"No; because we are watchful and able to protect ourselves," answered +the captain. "But this road leads to another village peopled by big, +stupid beasts who might cause us trouble if they thought we were afraid +of them." + +"What beasts are they?" asked the shaggy man. + +The captain hesitated to answer. Finally, he said: + +"You will learn all about them when you arrive at their city. But do +not be afraid of them. Button-Bright is so wonderfully clever and has +now such an intelligent face that I'm sure he will manage to find a way +to protect you." + +This made Dorothy and the shaggy man rather uneasy, for they had not so +much confidence in the fox-boy's wisdom as the captain seemed to have. +But as their escort would say no more about the beasts, they bade him +good-bye and proceeded on their journey. + + + + +5. The Rainbow's Daughter + + +Toto, now allowed to run about as he pleased, was glad to be free again +and able to bark at the birds and chase the butterflies. The country +around them was charming, yet in the pretty fields of wild-flowers and +groves of leafy trees were no houses whatever, or sign of any +inhabitants. Birds flew through the air and cunning white rabbits +darted amongst the tall grasses and green bushes; Dorothy noticed even +the ants toiling busily along the roadway, bearing gigantic loads of +clover seed; but of people there were none at all. + +They walked briskly on for an hour or two, for even little +Button-Bright was a good walker and did not tire easily. At length as +they turned a curve in the road they beheld just before them a curious +sight. + +A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and +exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the middle of the lonely +road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet twinkling in +sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes of soft +material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was colored in +soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and white, mingled +together most harmoniously in stripes which melted one into the other +with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and flowed around her +in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by either pin or +ornament or ribbon. + +Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and stood +watching this fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than Dorothy, +although more slender; nor did she seem any older than our little +heroine. + +Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time +observing the presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a +frightened fawn, poised upon one foot as if to fly the next instant, +Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet eyes and +trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden +should dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so +Dorothy asked in a soft, sympathetic voice: + +"Are you unhappy, little girl?" + +"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost." + +"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it." + +"Don't you? Why not?" + +"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered +Dorothy simply. + +"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, "and I'm +worried and afraid." + +"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled tone of voice. + +"Oh, that was just to keep warm," explained the maiden, quickly. "It +was not because I felt happy or gay, I assure you." + +Dorothy looked at her closely. Her gauzy flowing robes might not be +very warm, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and +balmy, like a spring day. + +"Who are you, dear?" she asked, gently. + +"I'm Polychrome," was the reply. + +"Polly whom?" + +"Polychrome. I'm the Daughter of the Rainbow." + +"Oh!" said Dorothy with a gasp; "I didn't know the Rainbow had +children. But I MIGHT have known it, before you spoke. You couldn't +really be anything else." + +"Why not?" inquired Polychrome, as if surprised. + +"Because you're so lovely and sweet." + +The little maiden smiled through her tears, came up to Dorothy, and +placed her slender fingers in the Kansas girl's chubby hand. + +"You'll be my friend--won't you?" she said, pleadingly. + +"Of course." + +"And what is your name?" + +"I'm Dorothy; and this is my friend Shaggy Man, who owns the Love +Magnet; and this is Button-Bright--only you don't see him as he really +is because the Fox-King carelessly changed his head into a fox head. +But the real Button-Bright is good to look at, and I hope to get him +changed back to himself, some time." + +The Rainbow's Daughter nodded cheerfully, no longer afraid of her new +companions. + +"But who is this?" she asked, pointing to Toto, who was sitting before +her wagging his tail in the most friendly manner and admiring the +pretty maid with his bright eyes. "Is this, also, some enchanted +person?" + +"Oh no, Polly--I may call you Polly, mayn't I? Your whole name's awful +hard to say." + +"Call me Polly if you wish, Dorothy." + +"Well, Polly, Toto's just a dog; but he has more sense than +Button-Bright, to tell the truth; and I'm very fond of him." + +"So am I," said Polychrome, bending gracefully to pat Toto's head. + +"But how did the Rainbow's Daughter ever get on this lonely road, and +become lost?" asked the shaggy man, who had listened wonderingly to all +this. + +"Why, my father stretched his rainbow over here this morning, so that +one end of it touched this road," was the reply; "and I was dancing +upon the pretty rays, as I love to do, and never noticed I was getting +too far over the bend in the circle. Suddenly I began to slide, and I +went faster and faster until at last I bumped on the ground, at the +very end. Just then father lifted the rainbow again, without noticing +me at all, and though I tried to seize the end of it and hold fast, it +melted away entirely and I was left alone and helpless on the cold, +hard earth!" + +"It doesn't seem cold to me, Polly," said Dorothy; "but perhaps you're +not warmly dressed." + +"I'm so used to living nearer the sun," replied the Rainbow's Daughter, +"that at first I feared I would freeze down here. But my dance has +warmed me some, and now I wonder how I am ever to get home again." + +"Won't your father miss you, and look for you, and let down another +rainbow for you?" + +"Perhaps so, but he's busy just now because it rains in so many parts +of the world at this season, and he has to set his rainbow in a lot of +different places. What would you advise me to do, Dorothy?" + +"Come with us," was the answer. "I'm going to try to find my way to +the Emerald City, which is in the fairy Land of Oz. The Emerald City +is ruled by a friend of mine, the Princess Ozma, and if we can manage +to get there I'm sure she will know a way to send you home to your +father again." + +"Do you really think so?" asked Polychrome, anxiously. + +"I'm pretty sure." + +"Then I'll go with you," said the little maid; "for travel will help +keep me warm, and father can find me in one part of the world as well +as another--if he gets time to look for me." + +"Come along, then," said the shaggy man, cheerfully; and they started +on once more. Polly walked beside Dorothy a while, holding her new +friend's hand as if she feared to let it go; but her nature seemed as +light and buoyant as her fleecy robes, for suddenly she darted ahead +and whirled round in a giddy dance. Then she tripped back to them with +sparkling eyes and smiling cheeks, having regained her usual happy mood +and forgotten all her worry about being lost. + +They found her a charming companion, and her dancing and laughter--for +she laughed at times like the tinkling of a silver bell--did much to +enliven their journey and keep them contented. + + + + +6. The City Of Beasts + + +When noon came they opened the Fox-King's basket of luncheon, and found +a nice roasted turkey with cranberry sauce and some slices of bread and +butter. As they sat on the grass by the roadside the shaggy man cut up +the turkey with his pocket-knife and passed slices of it around. + +"Haven't you any dewdrops, or mist-cakes, or cloudbuns?" asked +Polychrome, longingly. + +"'Course not," replied Dorothy. "We eat solid things, down here on the +earth. But there's a bottle of cold tea. Try some, won't you?" + +The Rainbow's Daughter watched Button-Bright devour one leg of the +turkey. + +"Is it good?" she asked. + +He nodded. + +"Do you think I could eat it?" + +"Not this," said Button-Bright. + +"But I mean another piece?" + +"Don't know," he replied. + +"Well, I'm going to try, for I'm very hungry," she decided, and took a +thin slice of the white breast of turkey which the shaggy man cut for +her, as well as a bit of bread and butter. When she tasted it +Polychrome thought the turkey was good--better even than mist-cakes; +but a little satisfied her hunger and she finished with a tiny sip of +cold tea. + +"That's about as much as a fly would eat," said Dorothy, who was making +a good meal herself. "But I know some people in Oz who eat nothing at +all." + +"Who are they?" inquired the shaggy man. + +"One is a scarecrow who's stuffed with straw, and the other a woodman +made out of tin. They haven't any appetites inside of 'em, you see; so +they never eat anything at all." + +"Are they alive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Oh yes," replied Dorothy; "and they're very clever and very nice, too. +If we get to Oz I'll introduce them to you." + +"Do you really expect to get to Oz?" inquired the shaggy man, taking a +drink of cold tea. + +"I don't know just what to 'spect," answered the child, seriously; "but +I've noticed if I happen to get lost I'm almost sure to come to the +Land of Oz in the end, somehow 'r other; so I may get there this time. +But I can't promise, you know; all I can do is wait and see." + +"Will the Scarecrow scare me?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No; 'cause you're not a crow," she returned. "He has the loveliest +smile you ever saw--only it's painted on and he can't help it." + +Luncheon being over they started again upon their journey, the shaggy +man, Dorothy and Button-Bright walking soberly along, side by side, and +the Rainbow's Daughter dancing merrily before them. + +Sometimes she darted along the road so swiftly that she was nearly out +of sight, then she came tripping back to greet them with her silvery +laughter. But once she came back more sedately, to say: + +"There's a city a little way off." + +"I 'spected that," returned Dorothy; "for the fox-people warned us +there was one on this road. It's filled with stupid beasts of some +sort, but we musn't be afraid of 'em 'cause they won't hurt us." + +"All right," said Button-Bright; but Polychrome didn't know whether it +was all right or not. + +"It's a big city," she said, "and the road runs straight through it." + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man; "as long as I carry the Love Magnet +every living thing will love me, and you may be sure I shan't allow any +of my friends to be harmed in any way." + +This comforted them somewhat, and they moved on again. Pretty soon +they came to a signpost that read: + +"HAF A MYLE TO DUNKITON." + + +"Oh," said the shaggy man, "if they're donkeys, we've nothing to fear +at all." + +"They may kick," said Dorothy, doubtfully. + +"Then we will cut some switches, and make them behave," he replied. At +the first tree he cut himself a long, slender switch from one of the +branches, and shorter switches for the others. + +"Don't be afraid to order the beasts around," he said; "they're used to +it." + +Before long the road brought them to the gates of the city. There was +a high wall all around, which had been whitewashed, and the gate just +before our travelers was a mere opening in the wall, with no bars +across it. No towers or steeples or domes showed above the enclosure, +nor was any living thing to be seen as our friends drew near. + +Suddenly, as they were about to boldly enter through the opening, there +arose a harsh clamor of sound that swelled and echoed on every side, +until they were nearly deafened by the racket and had to put their +fingers to their ears to keep the noise out. + +It was like the firing of many cannon, only there were no cannon-balls +or other missiles to be seen; it was like the rolling of mighty +thunder, only not a cloud was in the sky; it was like the roar of +countless breakers on a rugged seashore, only there was no sea or other +water anywhere about. + +They hesitated to advance; but, as the noise did no harm, they entered +through the whitewashed wall and quickly discovered the cause of the +turmoil. Inside were suspended many sheets of tin or thin iron, and +against these metal sheets a row of donkeys were pounding their heels +with vicious kicks. + +The shaggy man ran up to the nearest donkey and gave the beast a sharp +blow with his switch. + +"Stop that noise!" he shouted; and the donkey stopped kicking the metal +sheet and turned its head to look with surprise at the shaggy man. He +switched the next donkey, and made him stop, and then the next, so that +gradually the rattling of heels ceased and the awful noise subsided. +The donkeys stood in a group and eyed the strangers with fear and +trembling. + +"What do you mean by making such a racket?" asked the shaggy man, +sternly. + +"We were scaring away the foxes," said one of the donkeys, meekly. +"Usually they run fast enough when they hear the noise, which makes +them afraid." + +"There are no foxes here," said the shaggy man. + +"I beg to differ with you. There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey, +sitting upright on its haunches and waving a hoof toward Button-Bright. +"We saw him coming and thought the whole army of foxes was marching to +attack us." + +"Button-Bright isn't a fox," explained the shaggy man. "He's only +wearing a fox head for a time, until he can get his own head back." + +"Oh, I see," remarked the donkey, waving its left ear reflectively. +"I'm sorry we made such a mistake, and had all our work and worry for +nothing." + +The other donkeys by this time were sitting up and examining the +strangers with big, glassy eyes. They made a queer picture, indeed; +for they wore wide, white collars around their necks and the collars +had many scallops and points. The gentlemen-donkeys wore high pointed +caps set between their great ears, and the lady-donkeys wore sunbonnets +with holes cut in the top for the ears to stick through. But they had +no other clothing except their hairy skins, although many wore gold and +silver bangles on their front wrists and bands of different metals on +their rear ankles. When they were kicking they had braced themselves +with their front legs, but now they all stood or sat upright on their +hind legs and used the front ones as arms. Having no fingers or hands +the beasts were rather clumsy, as you may guess; but Dorothy was +surprised to observe how many things they could do with their stiff, +heavy hoofs. + +Some of the donkeys were white, some were brown, or gray, or black, or +spotted; but their hair was sleek and smooth and their broad collars +and caps gave them a neat, if whimsical, appearance. + +"This is a nice way to welcome visitors, I must say!" remarked the +shaggy man, in a reproachful tone. + +"Oh, we did not mean to be impolite," replied a grey donkey which had +not spoken before. "But you were not expected, nor did you send in +your visiting cards, as it is proper to do." + +"There is some truth in that," admitted the shaggy man; "but, now you +are informed that we are important and distinguished travelers, I trust +you will accord us proper consideration." + +These big words delighted the donkeys, and made them bow to the shaggy +man with great respect. Said the grey one: + +"You shall be taken before his great and glorious Majesty King +Kik-a-bray, who will greet you as becomes your exalted stations." + +"That's right," answered Dorothy. "Take us to some one who knows +something." + +"Oh, we all know something, my child, or we shouldn't be donkeys," +asserted the grey one, with dignity. "The word 'donkey' means +'clever,' you know." + +"I didn't know it," she replied. "I thought it meant 'stupid'." + +"Not at all, my child. If you will look in the Encyclopedia Donkaniara +you will find I'm correct. But come; I will myself lead you before our +splendid, exalted, and most intellectual ruler." + +All donkeys love big words, so it is no wonder the grey one used so +many of them. + + + + +7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation + + +They found the houses of the town all low and square and built of +bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in +rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard +manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way. + +"Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities, +to guide them where to go," observed the grey donkey, as he walked +before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner; +"but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks. +Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets." + +Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it. +Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: "Madam de Fayke, +Hoofist," and she asked their conductor: + +"What's a 'hoofist,' please?" + +"One who reads your fortune in your hoofs," replied the grey donkey. + +"Oh, I see," said the little girl. "You are quite civilized here." + +"Dunkiton," he replied, "is the center of the world's highest +civilization." + +They came to a house where two youthful donkeys were whitewashing the +wall, and Dorothy stopped a moment to watch them. They dipped the ends +of their tails, which were much like paint-brushes, into a pail of +whitewash, backed up against the house, and wagged their tails right +and left until the whitewash was rubbed on the wall, after which they +dipped these funny brushes in the pail again and repeated the +performance. + +"That must be fun," said Button-Bright. + +"No, it's work," replied the old donkey; "but we make our youngsters do +all the whitewashing, to keep them out of mischief." + +"Don't they go to school?" asked Dorothy. + +"All donkeys are born wise," was the reply, "so the only school we need +is the school of experience. Books are only for those who know +nothing, and so are obliged to learn things from other people." + +"In other words, the more stupid one is, the more he thinks he knows," +observed the shaggy man. The grey donkey paid no attention to this +speech because he had just stopped before a house which had painted +over the doorway a pair of hoofs, with a donkey tail between them and a +rude crown and sceptre above. + +"I'll see if his magnificent Majesty King Kik-a-bray is at home," said +he. He lifted his head and called "Whee-haw! whee-haw! whee-haw!" +three times, in a shocking voice, turning about and kicking with his +heels against the panel of the door. For a time there was no reply; +then the door opened far enough to permit a donkey's head to stick out +and look at them. + +It was a white head, with big, awful ears and round, solemn eyes. + +"Have the foxes gone?" it asked, in a trembling voice. + +"They haven't been here, most stupendous Majesty," replied the grey +one. "The new arrivals prove to be travelers of distinction." + +"Oh," said the King, in a relieved tone of voice. "Let them come in." + +He opened the door wide, and the party marched into a big room, which, +Dorothy thought, looked quite unlike a king's palace. There were mats +of woven grasses on the floor and the place was clean and neat; but his +Majesty had no other furniture at all--perhaps because he didn't need +it. He squatted down in the center of the room and a little brown +donkey ran and brought a big gold crown which it placed on the +monarch's head, and a golden staff with a jeweled ball at the end of +it, which the King held between his front hoofs as he sat upright. + +"Now then," said his Majesty, waving his long ears gently to and fro, +"tell me why you are here, and what you expect me to do for you." He +eyed Button-Bright rather sharply, as if afraid of the little boy's +queer head, though it was the shaggy man who undertook to reply. + +"Most noble and supreme ruler of Dunkiton," he said, trying not to +laugh in the solemn King's face, "we are strangers traveling through +your dominions and have entered your magnificent city because the road +led through it, and there was no way to go around. All we desire is to +pay our respects to your Majesty--the cleverest king in all the world, +I'm sure--and then to continue on our way." + +This polite speech pleased the King very much; indeed, it pleased him +so much that it proved an unlucky speech for the shaggy man. Perhaps +the Love Magnet helped to win his Majesty's affections as well as the +flattery, but however this may be, the white donkey looked kindly upon +the speaker and said: + +"Only a donkey should be able to use such fine, big words, and you are +too wise and admirable in all ways to be a mere man. Also, I feel that +I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will bestow upon +you the greatest gift within my power--a donkey's head." + +As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man cried +out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use. +Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its +place--a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly +both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore +a smile. + +"Dear me! dear me!" cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new +head and his long ears. "What a misfortune--what a great misfortune! +Give me back my own head, you stupid king--if you love me at all!" + +"Don't you like it?" asked the King, surprised. + +"Hee-haw! I hate it! Take it away, quick!" said the shaggy man. + +"But I can't do that," was the reply. "My magic works only one way. I +can DO things, but I can't UNdo them. You'll have to find the Truth +Pond, and bathe in its water, in order to get back your own head. But +I advise you not to do that. This head is much more beautiful than the +old one." + +"That's a matter of taste," said Dorothy. + +"Where is the Truth Pond?" asked the shaggy man, earnestly. + +"Somewhere in the Land of Oz; but just the exact location of it I can +not tell," was the answer. + +"Don't worry, Shaggy Man," said Dorothy, smiling because her friend +wagged his new ears so comically. "If the Truth Pond is in Oz, we'll +be sure to find it when we get there." + +"Oh! Are you going to the Land of Oz?" asked King Kik-a-bray. + +"I don't know," she replied, "but we've been told we are nearer the +Land of Oz than to Kansas, and if that's so, the quickest way for me to +get home is to find Ozma." + +"Haw-haw! Do you know the mighty Princess Ozma?" asked the King, his +tone both surprised and eager. + +"'Course I do; she's my friend," said Dorothy. + +"Then perhaps you'll do me a favor," continued the white donkey, much +excited. + +"What is it?" she asked. + +"Perhaps you can get me an invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday +celebration, which will be the grandest royal function ever held in +Fairyland. I'd love to go." + +"Hee-haw! You deserve punishment, rather than reward, for giving me +this dreadful head," said the shaggy man, sorrowfully. + +"I wish you wouldn't say 'hee-haw' so much," Polychrome begged him; "it +makes cold chills run down my back." + +"But I can't help it, my dear; my donkey head wants to bray +continually," he replied. "Doesn't your fox head want to yelp every +minute?" he asked Button-Bright. + +"Don't know," said the boy, still staring at the shaggy man's ears. +These seemed to interest him greatly, and the sight also made him +forget his own fox head, which was a comfort. + +"What do you think, Polly? Shall I promise the donkey king an +invitation to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy of the Rainbow's Daughter, +who was flitting about the room like a sunbeam because she could never +keep still. + +"Do as you please, dear," answered Polychrome. "He might help to amuse +the guests of the Princess." + +"Then, if you will give us some supper and a place to sleep to-night, +and let us get started on our journey early to-morrow morning," said +Dorothy to the King, "I'll ask Ozma to invite you--if I happen to get +to Oz." + +"Good! Hee-haw! Excellent!" cried Kik-a-bray, much pleased. "You +shall all have fine suppers and good beds. What food would you prefer, +a bran mash or ripe oats in the shell?" + +"Neither one," replied Dorothy, promptly. + +"Perhaps plain hay, or some sweet juicy grass would suit you better," +suggested Kik-a-bray, musingly. + +"Is that all you have to eat?" asked the girl. + +"What more do you desire?" + +"Well, you see we're not donkeys," she explained, "and so we're used to +other food. The foxes gave us a nice supper in Foxville." + +"We'd like some dewdrops and mist-cakes," said Polychrome. + +"I'd prefer apples and a ham sandwich," declared the shaggy man, "for +although I've a donkey head, I still have my own particular stomach." + +"I want pie," said Button-Bright. + +"I think some beefsteak and chocolate layer-cake would taste best," +said Dorothy. + +"Hee-haw! I declare!" exclaimed the King. "It seems each one of you +wants a different food. How queer all living creatures are, except +donkeys!" + +"And donkeys like you are queerest of all," laughed Polychrome. + +"Well," decided the King, "I suppose my Magic Staff will produce the +things you crave; if you are lacking in good taste it is not my fault." + +With this, he waved his staff with the jeweled ball, and before them +instantly appeared a tea-table, set with linen and pretty dishes, and +on the table were the very things each had wished for. Dorothy's +beefsteak was smoking hot, and the shaggy man's apples were plump and +rosy-cheeked. The King had not thought to provide chairs, so they all +stood in their places around the table and ate with good appetite, +being hungry. The Rainbow's Daughter found three tiny dewdrops on a +crystal plate, and Button-Bright had a big slice of apple pie, which he +devoured eagerly. + +Afterward the King called the brown donkey, which was his favorite +servant, and bade it lead his guests to the vacant house where they +were to pass the night. It had only one room and no furniture except +beds of clean straw and a few mats of woven grasses; but our travelers +were contented with these simple things because they realized it was +the best the Donkey-King had to offer them. As soon as it was dark +they lay down on the mats and slept comfortably until morning. + +At daybreak there was a dreadful noise throughout the city. Every +donkey in the place brayed. When he heard this the shaggy man woke up +and called out "Hee-haw!" as loud as he could. + +"Stop that!" said Button-Bright, in a cross voice. Both Dorothy and +Polly looked at the shaggy man reproachfully. + +"I couldn't help it, my dears," he said, as if ashamed of his bray; +"but I'll try not to do it again." + +Of coursed they forgave him, for as he still had the Love Magnet in his +pocket they were all obliged to love him as much as ever. + +They did not see the King again, but Kik-a-bray remembered them; for a +table appeared again in their room with the same food upon it as on the +night before. + +"Don't want pie for breakfus'," said Button-Bright. + +"I'll give you some of my beefsteak," proposed Dorothy; "there's plenty +for us all." + +That suited the boy better, but the shaggy man said he was content with +his apples and sandwiches, although he ended the meal by eating +Button-Bright's pie. Polly liked her dewdrops and mist-cakes better +than any other food, so they all enjoyed an excellent breakfast. Toto +had the scraps left from the beefsteak, and he stood up nicely on his +hind legs while Dorothy fed them to him. + +Breakfast ended, they passed through the village to the side opposite +that by which they had entered, the brown servant-donkey guiding them +through the maze of scattered houses. There was the road again, +leading far away into the unknown country beyond. + +"King Kik-a-bray says you must not forget his invitation," said the +brown donkey, as they passed through the opening in the wall. + +"I shan't," promised Dorothy. + +Perhaps no one ever beheld a more strangely assorted group than the one +which now walked along the road, through pretty green fields and past +groves of feathery pepper-trees and fragrant mimosa. Polychrome, her +beautiful gauzy robes floating around her like a rainbow cloud, went +first, dancing back and forth and darting now here to pluck a +wild-flower or there to watch a beetle crawl across the path. Toto ran +after her at times, barking joyously the while, only to become sober +again and trot along at Dorothy's heels. The little Kansas girl walked +holding Button-Bright's hand clasped in her own, and the wee boy with +his fox head covered by the sailor hat presented an odd appearance. +Strangest of all, perhaps, was the shaggy man, with his shaggy donkey +head, who shuffled along in the rear with his hands thrust deep in his +big pockets. + +None of the party was really unhappy. All were straying in an unknown +land and had suffered more or less annoyance and discomfort; but they +realized they were having a fairy adventure in a fairy country, and +were much interested in finding out what would happen next. + + + + +8. The Musicker + + +About the middle of the forenoon they began to go up a long hill. +By-and-by this hill suddenly dropped down into a pretty valley, where +the travelers saw, to their surprise, a small house standing by the +road-side. + +It was the first house they had seen, and they hastened into the valley +to discover who lived there. No one was in sight as they approached, +but when they began to get nearer the house they heard queer sounds +coming from it. They could not make these out at first, but as they +became louder our friends thought they heard a sort of music like that +made by a wheezy hand-organ; the music fell upon their ears in this way: + + Tiddle-widdle-iddle oom pom-pom! + Oom, pom-pom! oom, pom-pom! + Tiddle-tiddle-tiddle oom pom-pom! + Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +"What is it, a band or a mouth-organ?" asked Dorothy. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Sounds to me like a played-out phonograph," said the shaggy man, +lifting his enormous ears to listen. + +"Oh, there just COULDN'T be a funnygraf in Fairyland!" cried Dorothy. + +"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" asked Polychrome, trying to dance to +the strains. + + Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom pom-pom; oom pom-pom! + + +came the music to their ears, more distinctly as they drew nearer the +house. Presently, they saw a little fat man sitting on a bench before +the door. He wore a red, braided jacket that reached to his waist, a +blue waistcoat, and white trousers with gold stripes down the sides. +On his bald head was perched a little, round, red cap held in place by +a rubber elastic underneath his chin. His face was round, his eyes a +faded blue, and he wore white cotton gloves. The man leaned on a stout +gold-headed cane, bending forward on his seat to watch his visitors +approach. + +Singularly enough, the musical sounds they had heard seemed to come +from the inside of the fat man himself; for he was playing no +instrument nor was any to be seen near him. + +They came up and stood in a row, staring at him, and he stared back +while the queer sounds came from him as before: + + Tiddle-iddle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom, pom-pom; oom pom-pom! + Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +"Why, he's a reg'lar musicker!" said Button-Bright. + +"What's a musicker?" asked Dorothy. + +"Him!" said the boy. + +Hearing this, the fat man sat up a little stiffer than before, as if he +had received a compliment, and still came the sounds: + + Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom pom-pom, oom-- + + +"Stop it!" cried the shaggy man, earnestly. "Stop that dreadful noise." + +The fat man looked at him sadly and began his reply. When he spoke the +music changed and the words seemed to accompany the notes. He said--or +rather sang: + + It isn't a noise that you hear, + But Music, harmonic and clear. + My breath makes me play + Like an organ, all day-- + That bass note is in my left ear. + + +"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy; "he says his breath makes the music." + +"That's all nonsense," declared the shaggy man; but now the music began +again, and they all listened carefully. + + My lungs are full of reeds like those + In organs, therefore I suppose, + If I breathe in or out my nose, + The reeds are bound to play. + + So as I breathe to live, you know, + I squeeze out music as I go; + I'm very sorry this is so-- + Forgive my piping, pray! + + +"Poor man," said Polychrome; "he can't help it. What a great +misfortune it is!" + +"Yes," replied the shaggy man; "we are only obliged to hear this music +a short time, until we leave him and go away; but the poor fellow must +listen to himself as long as he lives, and that is enough to drive him +crazy. Don't you think so?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. Toto said, "Bow-wow!" and the others +laughed. + +"Perhaps that's why he lives all alone," suggested Dorothy. + +"Yes; if he had neighbors, they might do him an injury," responded the +shaggy man. + +All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes: + + Tiddle-tiddle-iddle, oom, pom-pom, + + +and they had to speak loud in order to hear themselves. The shaggy man +said: + +"Who are you, sir?" + +The reply came in the shape of this sing-song: + + I'm Allegro da Capo, a very famous man; + Just find another, high or low, to match me if you can. + Some people try, but can't, to play + And have to practice every day; + But I've been musical always, since first my life began. + + +"Why, I b'lieve he's proud of it," exclaimed Dorothy; "and seems to me +I've heard worse music than he makes." + +"Where?" asked Button-Bright. + +"I've forgotten, just now. But Mr. Da Capo is certainly a strange +person--isn't he?--and p'r'aps he's the only one of his kind in all the +world." + +This praise seemed to please the little fat musicker, for he swelled +out his chest, looked important and sang as follows: + + I wear no band around me, + And yet I am a band! + I do not strain to make my strains + But, on the other hand, + My toot is always destitute + Of flats or other errors; + To see sharp and be natural are + For me but minor terrors. + + +"I don't quite understand that," said Polychrome, with a puzzled look; +"but perhaps it's because I'm accustomed only to the music of the +spheres." + +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Oh, Polly means the atmosphere and hemisphere, I s'pose," explained +Dorothy. + +"Oh," said Button-Bright. + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto. + +But the musicker was still breathing his constant + + Oom, pom-pom; Oom pom-pom-- + + +and it seemed to jar on the shaggy man's nerves. + +"Stop it, can't you?" he cried angrily; "or breathe in a whisper; or +put a clothes-pin on your nose. Do something, anyhow!" + +But the fat one, with a sad look, sang this answer: + + Music hath charms, and it may + Soothe even the savage, they say; + So if savage you feel + Just list to my reel, + For sooth to say that's the real way. + + +The shaggy man had to laugh at this, and when he laughed he stretched +his donkey mouth wide open. Said Dorothy: + +"I don't know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, so +that's all that can be 'xpected." + +"I like it," said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, +his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, +the boy asked this long question: + +"If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?" + +"An organette," said the shaggy man. "But come, my dears; I think the +best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before Button-Bright +swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, you know." + +Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly: + + If you go to the Land of Oz + Please take me along, because + On Ozma's birthday + I'm anxious to play + The loveliest song ever was. + + +"No thank you," said Dorothy; "we prefer to travel alone. But if I see +Ozma I'll tell her you want to come to her birthday party." + +"Let's be going," urged the shaggy man, anxiously. + +Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the +others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and +made a grab for his chubby leg. Dorothy quickly caught up the growling +little dog and hurried after her companions, who were walking faster +than usual in order to get out of hearing. They had to climb a hill, +and until they got to the top they could not escape the musicker's +monotonous piping: + + Oom, pom-pom; oom, pom-pom; + Tiddle-iddle-widdle, oom, pom-pom; + Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +As they passed the brow of the hill, however, and descended on the +other side, the sounds gradually died away, whereat they all felt much +relieved. + +"I'm glad I don't have to live with the organ-man; aren't you, Polly?" +said Dorothy. + +"Yes indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter. + +"He's nice," declared Button-Bright, soberly. + +"I hope your Princess Ozma won't invite him to her birthday +celebration," remarked the shaggy man; "for the fellow's music would +drive her guests all crazy. You've given me an idea, Button-Bright; I +believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth." + +"What's 'cordeon?" asked the boy. + +"It's a kind of pleating," explained Dorothy, putting down the dog. + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, and ran away at a mad gallop to chase a +bumble-bee. + + + + +9. Facing the Scoodlers + + +The country wasn't so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a +rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were +nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been +smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven. + +Button-Bright's little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome +ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she +had no trouble to keep warm. + +It had become afternoon, yet there wasn't a thing for their luncheon +except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast +table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each of +his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs; but +Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples. + +"Do you know," asked the Rainbow's Daughter, "if this is the right road +to the Emerald City?" + +"No, I don't," replied Dorothy, "but it's the only road in this part of +the country, so we may as well go to the end of it." + +"It looks now as if it might end pretty soon," remarked the shaggy man; +"and what shall we do if it does?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"If I had my Magic Belt," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, "it could do +us a lot of good just now." + +"What is your Magic Belt?" asked Polychrome. + +"It's a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do +'most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; 'cause +magic won't work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries." + +"Is this a fairy country?" asked Button-Bright. + +"I should think you'd know," said the little girl, gravely. "If it +wasn't a fairy country you couldn't have a fox head and the shaggy man +couldn't have a donkey head, and the Rainbow's Daughter would be +invis'ble." + +"What's that?" asked the boy. + +"You don't seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis'ble is a thing +you can't see." + +"Then Toto's invis'ble," declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was +right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him barking +furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them. + +They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at, +and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious +creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender +and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they +could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth +costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its +hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird's. The +creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and +yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the +sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were +small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel. + +"What in the world do you s'pose that is?" asked Dorothy in a hushed +voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching the strange +creature. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same place +but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of being +black, it was now pure white, with a face like that of a clown in a +circus and hair of a brilliant purple. The creature could bend either +way, and its white toes now curled the same way the black ones on the +other side had done. + +"It has a face both front and back," whispered Dorothy, wonderingly; +"only there's no back at all, but two fronts." + +Having made the turn, the being sat motionless as before, while Toto +barked louder at the white man than he had done at the black one. + +"Once," said the shaggy man, "I had a jumping jack like that, with two +faces." + +"Was it alive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No," replied the shaggy man; "it worked on strings and was made of +wood." + +"Wonder if this works with strings," said Dorothy; but Polychrome cried +"Look!" for another creature just like the first had suddenly appeared +sitting on another rock, its black side toward them. The two twisted +their heads around and showed a black face on the white side of one and +a white face on the black side of the other. + +"How curious," said Polychrome; "and how loose their heads seem to be! +Are they friendly to us, do you think?" + +"Can't tell, Polly," replied Dorothy. "Let's ask 'em." + +The creatures flopped first one way and then the other, showing black +or white by turns; and now another joined them, appearing on another +rock. Our friends had come to a little hollow in the hills, and the +place where they now stood was surrounded by jagged peaks of rock, +except where the road ran through. + +"Now there are four of them," said the shaggy man. + +"Five," declared Polychrome. + +"Six," said Dorothy. + +"Lots of 'em!" cried Button-Bright; and so there were--quite a row of +the two-sided black and white creatures sitting on the rocks all around. + +Toto stopped barking and ran between Dorothy's feet, where he crouched +down as if afraid. The creatures did not look pleasant or friendly, to +be sure, and the shaggy man's donkey face became solemn, indeed. + +"Ask 'em who they are, and what they want," whispered Dorothy; so the +shaggy man called out in a loud voice: + +"Who are you?" + +"Scoodlers!" they yelled in chorus, their voices sharp and shrill. + +"What do you want?" called the shaggy man. + +"You!" they yelled, pointing their thin fingers at the group; and they +all flopped around, so they were white, and then all flopped back +again, so they were black. + +"But what do you want us for?" asked the shaggy man, uneasily. + +"Soup!" they all shouted, as if with one voice. + +"Goodness me!" said Dorothy, trembling a little; "the Scoodlers must be +reg'lar cannibals." + +"Don't want to be soup," protested Button-Bright, beginning to cry. + +"Hush, dear," said the little girl, trying to comfort him; "we don't +any of us want to be soup. But don't worry; the shaggy man will take +care of us." + +"Will he?" asked Polychrome, who did not like the Scoodlers at all, and +kept close to Dorothy. + +"I'll try," promised the shaggy man; but he looked worried. + +Happening just then to feel the Love Magnet in his pocket, he said to +the creatures, with more confidence: + +"Don't you love me?" + +"Yes!" they shouted, all together. + +"Then you mustn't harm me, or my friends," said the shaggy man, firmly. + +"We love you in soup!" they yelled, and in a flash turned their white +sides to the front. + +"How dreadful!" said Dorothy. "This is a time, Shaggy Man, when you +get loved too much." + +"Don't want to be soup!" wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began to +whine dismally, as if he didn't want to be soup, either. + +"The only thing to do," said the shaggy man to his friends, in a low +tone, "is to get out of this pocket in the rocks as soon as we can, and +leave the Scoodlers behind us. Follow me, my dears, and don't pay any +attention to what they do or say." + +With this, he began to march along the road to the opening in the rocks +ahead, and the others kept close behind him. But the Scoodlers closed +up in front, as if to bar their way, and so the shaggy man stooped down +and picked up a loose stone, which he threw at the creatures to scare +them from the path. + +At this the Scoodlers raised a howl. Two of them picked their heads +from their shoulders and hurled them at the shaggy man with such force +that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran +forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on again, +after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks. + + + + +10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle + + +The shaggy man got up and felt of himself to see if he was hurt; but he +was not. One of the heads had struck his breast and the other his left +shoulder; yet though they had knocked him down, the heads were not hard +enough to bruise him. + +"Come on," he said firmly; "we've got to get out of here some way," and +forward he started again. + +The Scoodlers began yelling and throwing their heads in great numbers +at our frightened friends. The shaggy man was knocked over again, and +so was Button-Bright, who kicked his heels against the ground and +howled as loud as he could, although he was not hurt a bit. One head +struck Toto, who first yelped and then grabbed the head by an ear and +started running away with it. + +The Scoodlers who had thrown their heads began to scramble down and run +to pick them up, with wonderful quickness; but the one whose head Toto +had stolen found it hard to get it back again. The head couldn't see +the body with either pair of its eyes, because the dog was in the way, +so the headless Scoodler stumbled around over the rocks and tripped on +them more than once in its effort to regain its top. Toto was trying +to get outside the rocks and roll the head down the hill; but some of +the other Scoodlers came to the rescue of their unfortunate comrade and +pelted the dog with their own heads until he was obliged to drop his +burden and hurry back to Dorothy. + +The little girl and the Rainbow's Daughter had both escaped the shower +of heads, but they saw now that it would be useless to try to run away +from the dreadful Scoodlers. + +"We may as well submit," declared the shaggy man, in a rueful voice, as +he got upon his feet again. He turned toward their foes and asked: + +"What do you want us to do?" + +"Come!" they cried, in a triumphant chorus, and at once sprang from the +rocks and surrounded their captives on all sides. One funny thing +about the Scoodlers was they could walk in either direction, coming or +going, without turning around; because they had two faces and, as +Dorothy said, "two front sides," and their feet were shaped like the +letter T upside down. They moved with great rapidity and there was +something about their glittering eyes and contrasting colors and +removable heads that inspired the poor prisoners with horror, and made +them long to escape. + +But the creatures led their captives away from the rocks and the road, +down the hill by a side path until they came before a low mountain of +rock that looked like a huge bowl turned upside down. At the edge of +this mountain was a deep gulf--so deep that when you looked into it +there was nothing but blackness below. Across the gulf was a narrow +bridge of rock, and at the other end of the bridge was an arched +opening that led into the mountain. + +Over this bridge the Scoodlers led their prisoners, through the opening +into the mountain, which they found to be an immense hollow dome +lighted by several holes in the roof. All around the circular space +were built rock houses, set close together, each with a door in the +front wall. None of these houses was more than six feet wide, but the +Scoodlers were thin people sidewise and did not need much room. So +vast was the dome that there was a large space in the middle of the +cave, in front of all these houses, where the creatures might +congregate as in a great hall. + +It made Dorothy shudder to see a huge iron kettle suspended by a stout +chain in the middle of the place, and underneath the kettle a great +heap of kindling wood and shavings, ready to light. + +"What's that?" asked the shaggy man, drawing back as they approached +this place, so that they were forced to push him forward. + +"The Soup Kettle!" yelled the Scoodlers, and then they shouted in the +next breath: + +"We're hungry!" + +Button-Bright, holding Dorothy's hand in one chubby fist and Polly's +hand in the other, was so affected by this shout that he began to cry +again, repeating the protest: + +"Don't want to be soup, I don't!" + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, consolingly; "I ought to make enough +soup to feed them all, I'm so big; so I'll ask them to put me in the +kettle first." + +"All right," said Button-Bright, more cheerfully. + +But the Scoodlers were not ready to make soup yet. They led the +captives into a house at the farthest side of the cave--a house +somewhat wider than the others. + +"Who lives here?" asked the Rainbow's Daughter. The Scoodlers nearest +her replied: + +"The Queen." + +It made Dorothy hopeful to learn that a woman ruled over these fierce +creatures, but a moment later they were ushered by two or three of the +escort into a gloomy, bare room--and her hope died away. + +For the Queen of the Scoodlers proved to be much more dreadful in +appearance than any of her people. One side of her was fiery red, with +jet-black hair and green eyes and the other side of her was bright +yellow, with crimson hair and black eyes. She wore a short skirt of +red and yellow and her hair, instead of being banged, was a tangle of +short curls upon which rested a circular crown of silver--much dented +and twisted because the Queen had thrown her head at so many things so +many times. Her form was lean and bony and both her faces were deeply +wrinkled. + +"What have we here?" asked the Queen sharply, as our friends were made +to stand before her. + +"Soup!" cried the guard of Scoodlers, speaking together. + +"We're not!" said Dorothy, indignantly; "we're nothing of the sort." + +"Ah, but you will be soon," retorted the Queen, a grim smile making her +look more dreadful than before. + +"Pardon me, most beautiful vision," said the shaggy man, bowing before +the queen politely. "I must request your Serene Highness to let us go +our way without being made into soup. For I own the Love Magnet, and +whoever meets me must love me and all my friends." + +"True," replied the Queen. "We love you very much; so much that we +intend to eat your broth with real pleasure. But tell me, do you think +I am so beautiful?" + +"You won't be at all beautiful if you eat me," he said, shaking his +head sadly. "Handsome is as handsome does, you know." + +The Queen turned to Button-Bright. + +"Do YOU think I'm beautiful?" she asked. + +"No," said the boy; "you're ugly." + +"I think you're a fright," said Dorothy. + +"If you could see yourself you'd be terribly scared," added Polly. + +The Queen scowled at them and flopped from her red side to her yellow +side. + +"Take them away," she commanded the guard, "and at six o'clock run them +through the meat chopper and start the soup kettle boiling. And put +plenty of salt in the broth this time, or I'll punish the cooks +severely." + +"Any onions, your Majesty?" asked one of the guard. + +"Plenty of onions and garlic and a dash of red pepper. Now, go!" + +The Scoodlers led the captives away and shut them up in one of the +houses, leaving only a single Scoodler to keep guard. + +The place was a sort of store-house; containing bags of potatoes and +baskets of carrots, onions and turnips. + +"These," said their guard, pointing to the vegetables, "we use to +flavor our soups with." + +The prisoners were rather disheartened by this time, for they saw no +way to escape and did not know how soon it would be six o'clock and +time for the meatchopper to begin work. But the shaggy man was brave +and did not intend to submit to such a horrid fate without a struggle. + +"I'm going to fight for our lives," he whispered to the children, "for +if I fail we will be no worse off than before, and to sit here quietly +until we are made into soup would be foolish and cowardly." + +The Scoodler on guard stood near the doorway, turning first his white +side toward them and then his black side, as if he wanted to show to +all of his greedy four eyes the sight of so many fat prisoners. The +captives sat in a sorrowful group at the other end of the room--except +Polychrome, who danced back and forth in the little place to keep +herself warm, for she felt the chill of the cave. Whenever she +approached the shaggy man he would whisper something in her ear, and +Polly would nod her pretty head as if she understood. + +The shaggy man told Dorothy and Button-Bright to stand before him while +he emptied the potatoes out of one of the sacks. When this had been +secretly done, little Polychrome, dancing near to the guard, suddenly +reached out her hand and slapped his face, the next instant whirling +away from him quickly to rejoin her friends. + +The angry Scoodler at once picked off his head and hurled it at the +Rainbow's Daughter; but the shaggy man was expecting that, and caught +the head very neatly, putting it in the sack, which he tied at the +mouth. The body of the guard, not having the eyes of its head to guide +it, ran here and there in an aimless manner, and the shaggy man easily +dodged it and opened the door. Fortunately, there was no one in the +big cave at that moment, so he told Dorothy and Polly to run as fast as +they could for the entrance, and out across the narrow bridge. + +"I'll carry Button-Bright," he said, for he knew the little boy's legs +were too short to run fast. + +Dorothy picked up Toto and then seized Polly's hand and ran swiftly +toward the entrance to the cave. The shaggy man perched Button-Bright +on his shoulders and ran after them. They moved so quickly and their +escape was so wholly unexpected that they had almost reached the bridge +when one of the Scoodlers looked out of his house and saw them. + +The creature raised a shrill cry that brought all of its fellows +bounding out of the numerous doors, and at once they started in chase. +Dorothy and Polly had reached the bridge and crossed it when the +Scoodlers began throwing their heads. One of the queer missiles struck +the shaggy man on his back and nearly knocked him over; but he was at +the mouth of the cave now, so he set down Button-Bright and told the +boy to run across the bridge to Dorothy. + +Then the shaggy man turned around and faced his enemies, standing just +outside the opening, and as fast as they threw their heads at him he +caught them and tossed them into the black gulf below. The headless +bodies of the foremost Scoodlers kept the others from running close up, +but they also threw their heads in an effort to stop the escaping +prisoners. The shaggy man caught them all and sent them whirling down +into the black gulf. Among them he noticed the crimson and yellow head +of the Queen, and this he tossed after the others with right good will. + +Presently every Scoodler of the lot had thrown its head, and every head +was down in the deep gulf, and now the helpless bodies of the creatures +were mixed together in the cave and wriggling around in a vain attempt +to discover what had become of their heads. The shaggy man laughed and +walked across the bridge to rejoin his companions. + +"It's lucky I learned to play base-ball when I was young," he remarked, +"for I caught all those heads easily and never missed one. But come +along, little ones; the Scoodlers will never bother us or anyone else +any more." + +Button-Bright was still frightened and kept insisting, "I don't want to +be soup!" for the victory had been gained so suddenly that the boy +could not realize they were free and safe. But the shaggy man assured +him that all danger of their being made into soup was now past, as the +Scoodlers would be unable to eat soup for some time to come. + +So now, anxious to get away from the horrid gloomy cave as soon as +possible, they hastened up the hillside and regained the road just +beyond the place where they had first met the Scoodlers; and you may be +sure they were glad to find their feet on the old familiar path again. + + + + +11. Johnny Dooit Does It + + +"It's getting awful rough walking," said Dorothy, as they trudged +along. Button-Bright gave a deep sigh and said he was hungry. Indeed, +all were hungry, and thirsty, too; for they had eaten nothing but the +apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew silent and +weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a barren hill and +saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of grass at their +feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them. + +Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing +sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a +spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild +strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat. +Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the +hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to +eat and to drink. They lost no time in picking the biggest +strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts' +content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a +fearful, dismal desert, everywhere gray sand. At the edge of this +awful waste was a large, white sign with black letters neatly painted +upon it and the letters made these words: + + ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT + + For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh + to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the + + LAND OF OZ + + But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country + because of these Destroying Sands + + +"Oh," said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read the sign aloud; "I've +seen this desert before, and it's true no one can live who tries to +walk upon the sands." + +"Then we musn't try it," answered the shaggy man thoughtfully. "But as +we can't go ahead and there's no use going back, what shall we do next?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"I'm sure I don't know, either," added Dorothy, despondently. + +"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow's +Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you +could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or +worry of any sort. But I suppose father's too busy just now to search +the world for me." + +"Don't want to dance," said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon +the soft grass. + +"It's very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other +things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I'm 'fraid +they'd be kind of soft an' squashy under foot, anyhow, although they're +so pretty to look at." + +This didn't help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and +looked at one another questioningly. + +"Really, I don't know what to do," muttered the shaggy man, gazing hard +at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" just as +if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a stick +and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a while +in deep thought. Finally, the shaggy man said: + +"It's nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty place +and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best to be +done." + +There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves +of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, +so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when it +was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning. + +Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the +starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters. +Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good +thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was +soon lost in slumber. + +In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and +sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said: + +"Polly, can you do any magic?" + +"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head. + +"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter," continued +Dorothy, earnestly. + +"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for +magic," replied Polychrome. + +"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the desert +to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it already, you +know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some +Silver Shoes brought me back again--in half a second. Then Ozma took +me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic Belt took me +home that time. You see it was magic that did it every time 'cept the +first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to happen along and take us to the +Emerald City now." + +"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway." + +"That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the +little Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright +can't; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which +won't help us much." + +"Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile on +his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call +to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love Magnet, and +this friend surely will be able to help us." + +"Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy. + +"Johnny Dooit." + +"What can Johnny do?" + +"Anything," answered the shaggy man, with confidence. + +"Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly. + +The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the +paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand he +looked at it steadily and said these words: + + "Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me. + I need you bad as bad can be." + + +"Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn't say +you need me bad, 'cause I'm always, ALWAYS, good." + +At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting +on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was +grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he +had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard +knot underneath the leather apron that reached from his chin nearly to +his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a +long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes +were twinkling and merry. The little man's hands and arms were as hard +and tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny Dooit +looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime. + +"Good morning, Johnny," said the shaggy man. "Thank you for coming to +me so quickly." + +"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what's +happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, I +wouldn't have known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn't looked at your +feet." + +The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and +Button-Bright and the Rainbow's Daughter, and told him the story of +their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the +Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would +take care of them and send them safe home again. + +"But," said he, "we find that we can't cross this desert, which turns +all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to come +and help us." + +Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful +desert in front of them--stretching so far away they could not see its +end. + +"You must ride," he said, briskly. + +"What in?" asked the shaggy man. + +"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship. +The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot +touch your flesh to turn it into dust." + +"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the +way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the +horrid sand at all." + +"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all around +him. + +"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit. + +As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his +pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and +Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes. + +Johnny Dooit moved quickly now--so quickly that they were astonished at +the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for +everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools +because they did their work so fast and so well. + +The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen +to it. She thought the words were something like these: + + The only way to do a thing + Is do it when you can, + And do it cheerfully, and sing + And work and think and plan. + The only real unhappy one + Is he who dares to shirk; + The only really happy one + Is he who cares to work. + + +Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and +they all stood by and watched him in amazement. + +He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took +a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad, long +boards. He then nailed the boards together into the shape of a boat, +about twelve feet long and four feet wide. He cut from another tree a +long, slender pole which, when trimmed of its branches and fastened +upright in the center of the boat, served as a mast. From the chest he +drew a coil of rope and a big bundle of canvas, and with these--still +humming his song--he rigged up a sail, arranging it so it could be +raised or lowered upon the mast. + +Dorothy fairly gasped with wonder to see the thing grow so speedily +before her eyes, and both Button-Bright and Polly looked on with the +same absorbed interest. + +"It ought to be painted," said Johnny Dooit, tossing his tools back +into the chest, "for that would make it look prettier. But 'though I +can paint it for you in three seconds it would take an hour to dry, and +that's a waste of time." + +"We don't care how it looks," said the shaggy man, "if only it will +take us across the desert." + +"It will do that," declared Johnny Dooit. "All you need worry about is +tipping over. Did you ever sail a ship?" + +"I've seen one sailed," said the shaggy man. + +"Good. Sail this boat the way you've seen a ship sailed, and you'll be +across the sands before you know it." + +With this he slammed down the lid of the chest, and the noise made them +all wink. While they were winking the workman disappeared, tools and +all. + + + + +12. The Deadly Desert Crossed + + +"Oh, that's too bad!" cried Dorothy; "I wanted to thank Johnny Dooit +for all his kindness to us." + +"He hasn't time to listen to thanks," replied the shaggy man; "but I'm +sure he knows we are grateful. I suppose he is already at work in some +other part of the world." + +They now looked more carefully at the sand-boat, and saw that the +bottom was modeled with two sharp runners which would glide through the +sand. The front of the sand-boat was pointed like the bow of a ship, +and there was a rudder at the stern to steer by. + +It had been built just at the edge of the desert, so that all its +length lay upon the gray sand except the after part, which still rested +on the strip of grass. + +"Get in, my dears," said the shaggy man; "I'm sure I can manage this +boat as well as any sailor. All you need do is sit still in your +places." + +Dorothy got in, Toto in her arms, and sat on the bottom of the boat +just in front of the mast. Button-Bright sat in front of Dorothy, +while Polly leaned over the bow. The shaggy man knelt behind the mast. +When all were ready he raised the sail half-way. The wind caught it. +At once the sand-boat started forward--slowly at first, then with added +speed. The shaggy man pulled the sail way up, and they flew so fast +over the Deadly Desert that every one held fast to the sides of the +boat and scarcely dared to breathe. + +The sand lay in billows, and was in places very uneven, so that the +boat rocked dangerously from side to side; but it never quite tipped +over, and the speed was so great that the shaggy man himself became +frightened and began to wonder how he could make the ship go slower. + +"It we're spilled in this sand, in the middle of the desert," Dorothy +thought to herself, "we'll be nothing but dust in a few minutes, and +that will be the end of us." + +But they were not spilled, and by-and-by Polychrome, who was clinging +to the bow and looking straight ahead, saw a dark line before them and +wondered what it was. It grew plainer every second, until she +discovered it to be a row of jagged rocks at the end of the desert, +while high above these rocks she could see a tableland of green grass +and beautiful trees. + +"Look out!" she screamed to the shaggy man. "Go slowly, or we shall +smash into the rocks." + +He heard her, and tried to pull down the sail; but the wind would not +let go of the broad canvas and the ropes had become tangled. + +Nearer and nearer they drew to the great rocks, and the shaggy man was +in despair because he could do nothing to stop the wild rush of the +sand-boat. + +They reached the edge of the desert and bumped squarely into the rocks. +There was a crash as Dorothy, Button-Bright, Toto and Polly flew up in +the air in a curve like a skyrocket's, one after another landing high +upon the grass, where they rolled and tumbled for a time before they +could stop themselves. + +The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap +beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the +donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he +could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go, +and sat up to look around him. + +Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by +knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully +at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had +stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs +frantically in an effort to get free. + +Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood up +and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of the +desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters now, +crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away the +sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments of +it fluttered like a white flag. + +"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is I don't +know." + +"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to +his side. + +"Must it?" + +"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere +in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City." + +"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there." + +"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued. + +"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere; +but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us a +welcome." + + + + +13. The Truth Pond + + +They now made a more careful examination of the country around them. +All was fresh and beautiful after the sultriness of the desert, and the +sunshine and sweet, crisp air were delightful to the wanderers. Little +mounds of yellowish green were away at the right, while on the left +waved a group of tall leafy trees bearing yellow blossoms that looked +like tassels and pompoms. Among the grasses carpeting the ground were +pretty buttercups and cowslips and marigolds. After looking at these a +moment Dorothy said reflectively: + +"We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that +country is yellow, and you will notice that 'most everything here is +yellow that has any color at all." + +"But I thought this was the Land of Oz," replied the shaggy man, as if +greatly disappointed. + +"So it is," she declared; "but there are four parts to the Land of Oz. +The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. +The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. +Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in the +West, the yellow Country of the Winkies. This is the part that is +ruled by the Tin Woodman, you know." + +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Why, he's the tin man I told you about. His name is Nick Chopper, and +he has a lovely heart given him by the wonderful Wizard." + +"Where does HE live?" asked the boy. + +"The Wizard? Oh, he lives in the Emerald City, which is just in the +middle of Oz, where the corners of the four countries meet." + +"Oh," said Button-Bright, puzzled by this explanation. + +"We must be some distance from the Emerald City," remarked the shaggy +man. + +"That's true," she replied; "so we'd better start on and see if we can +find any of the Winkies. They're nice people," she continued, as the +little party began walking toward the group of trees, "and I came here +once with my friends the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, and the +Cowardly Lion, to fight a wicked witch who had made all the Winkies her +slaves." + +"Did you conquer her?" asked Polly. + +"Why, I melted her with a bucket of water, and that was the end of +her," replied Dorothy. "After that the people were free, you know, and +they made Nick Chopper--that's the Tin Woodman--their Emp'ror." + +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Emp'ror? Oh, it's something like an alderman, I guess." + +"Oh," said the boy. + +"But I thought Princess Ozma ruled Oz," said the shaggy man. + +"So she does; she rules the Emerald City and all the four countries of +Oz; but each country has another little ruler, not so big as Ozma. +It's like the officers of an army, you see; the little rulers are all +captains, and Ozma's the general." + +By this time they had reached the trees, which stood in a perfect +circle and just far enough apart so that their thick branches +touched--or "shook hands," as Button-Bright remarked. Under the shade +of the trees they found, in the center of the circle, a crystal pool, +its water as still as glass. It must have been deep, too, for when +Polychrome bent over it she gave a little sigh of pleasure. + +"Why, it's a mirror!" she cried; for she could see all her pretty face +and fluffy, rainbow-tinted gown reflected in the pool, as natural as +life. + +Dorothy bent over, too, and began to arrange her hair, blown by the +desert wind into straggling tangles. Button-Bright leaned over the +edge next, and then began to cry, for the sight of his fox head +frightened the poor little fellow. + +"I guess I won't look," remarked the shaggy man, sadly, for he didn't +like his donkey head, either. While Polly and Dorothy tried to comfort +Button-Bright, the shaggy man sat down near the edge of the pool, where +his image could not be reflected, and stared at the water thoughtfully. +As he did this he noticed a silver plate fastened to a rock just under +the surface of the water, and on the silver plate was engraved these +words: + + THE TRUTH POND + + +"Ah!" cried the shaggy man, springing to his feet with eager joy; +"we've found it at last." + +"Found what?" asked Dorothy, running to him. + +"The Truth Pond. Now, at last, I may get rid of this frightful head; +for we were told, you remember, that only the Truth Pond could restore +to me my proper face." + +"Me, too!" shouted Button-Bright, trotting up to them. + +"Of course," said Dorothy. "It will cure you both of your bad heads, I +guess. Isn't it lucky we found it?" + +"It is, indeed," replied the shaggy man. "I hated dreadfully to go to +Princess Ozma looking like this; and she's to have a birthday +celebration, too." + +Just then a splash startled them, for Button-Bright, in his anxiety to +see the pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge and +tumbled heels over head into the water. Down he went, out of sight +entirely, so that only his sailor hat floated on the top of the Truth +Pond. + +He soon bobbed up, and the shaggy man seized him by his sailor collar +and dragged him to the shore, dripping and gasping for breath. They +all looked upon the boy wonderingly, for the fox head with its sharp +nose and pointed ears was gone, and in its place appeared the chubby +round face and blue eyes and pretty curls that had belonged to +Button-Bright before King Dox of Foxville transformed him. + +"Oh, what a darling!" cried Polly, and would have hugged the little one +had he not been so wet. + +Their joyful exclamations made the child rub the water out of his eyes +and look at his friends questioningly. + +"You're all right now, dear," said Dorothy. "Come and look at +yourself." She led him to the pool, and although there were still a few +ripples on the surface of the water he could see his reflection plainly. + +"It's me!" he said, in a pleased yet awed whisper. + +"'Course it is," replied the girl, "and we're all as glad as you are, +Button-Bright." + +"Well," announced the shaggy man, "it's my turn next." He took off his +shaggy coat and laid it on the grass and dived head first into the +Truth Pond. + +When he came up the donkey head had disappeared, and the shaggy man's +own shaggy head was in its place, with the water dripping in little +streams from his shaggy whiskers. He scrambled ashore and shook +himself to get off some of the wet, and then leaned over the pool to +look admiringly at his reflected face. + +"I may not be strictly beautiful, even now," he said to his companions, +who watched him with smiling faces; "but I'm so much handsomer than any +donkey that I feel as proud as I can be." + +"You're all right, Shaggy Man," declared Dorothy. "And Button-Bright +is all right, too. So let's thank the Truth Pond for being so nice, +and start on our journey to the Emerald City." + +"I hate to leave it," murmured the shaggy man, with a sigh. "A truth +pond wouldn't be a bad thing to carry around with us." But he put on +his coat and started with the others in search of some one to direct +them on their way. + + + + +14. Tik-Tok and Billina + + +They had not walked far across the flower-strewn meadows when they came +upon a fine road leading toward the northwest and winding gracefully +among the pretty yellow hills. + +"That way," said Dorothy, "must be the direction of the Emerald City. +We'd better follow the road until we meet some one or come to a house." + +The sun soon dried Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes, and so pleased were they at regaining their own heads +that they did not mind at all the brief discomfort of getting wet. + +"It's good to be able to whistle again," remarked the shaggy man, "for +those donkey lips were so thick I could not whistle a note with them." +He warbled a tune as merrily as any bird. + +"You'll look more natural at the birthday celebration, too," said +Dorothy, happy in seeing her friends so happy. + +Polychrome was dancing ahead in her usual sprightly manner, whirling +gaily along the smooth, level road, until she passed from sight around +the curve of one of the mounds. Suddenly they heard her exclaim "Oh!" +and she appeared again, running toward them at full speed. + +"What's the matter, Polly?" asked Dorothy, perplexed. + +There was no need for the Rainbow's Daughter to answer, for turning the +bend in the road there came advancing slowly toward them a funny round +man made of burnished copper, gleaming brightly in the sun. Perched on +the copper man's shoulder sat a yellow hen, with fluffy feathers and a +pearl necklace around her throat. + +"Oh, Tik-tok!" cried Dorothy, running forward. When she came to him, +the copper man lifted the little girl in his copper arms and kissed her +cheek with his copper lips. + +"Oh, Billina!" cried Dorothy, in a glad voice, and the yellow hen flew +to her arms, to be hugged and petted by turns. + +The others were curiously crowding around the group, and the girl said +to them: + +"It's Tik-tok and Billina; and oh! I'm so glad to see them again." + +"Wel-come to Oz," said the copper man in a monotonous voice. + +Dorothy sat right down in the road, the yellow hen in her arms, and +began to stroke Billina's back. Said the hen: + +"Dorothy, dear, I've got some wonderful news to tell you." + +"Tell it quick, Billina!" said the girl. + +Just then Toto, who had been growling to himself in a cross way, gave a +sharp bark and flew at the yellow hen, who ruffled her feathers and let +out such an angry screech that Dorothy was startled. + +"Stop, Toto! Stop that this minute!" she commanded. "Can't you see +that Billina is my friend?" In spite of this warning had she not +grabbed Toto quickly by the neck the little dog would have done the +yellow hen a mischief, and even now he struggled madly to escape +Dorothy's grasp. She slapped his ears once or twice and told him to +behave, and the yellow hen flew to Tik-tok's shoulder again, where she +was safe. + +"What a brute!" croaked Billina, glaring down at the little dog. + +"Toto isn't a brute," replied Dorothy, "but at home Uncle Henry has to +whip him sometimes for chasing the chickens. Now look here, Toto," she +added, holding up her finger and speaking sternly to him, "you've got +to understand that Billina is one of my dearest friends, and musn't be +hurt--now or ever." + +Toto wagged his tail as if he understood. + +"The miserable thing can't talk," said Billina, with a sneer. + +"Yes, he can," replied Dorothy; "he talks with his tail, and I know +everything he says. If you could wag your tail, Billina, you wouldn't +need words to talk with." + +"Nonsense!" said Billina. + +"It isn't nonsense at all. Just now Toto says he's sorry, and that +he'll try to love you for my sake. Don't you, Toto?" + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, wagging his tail again. + +"But I've such wonderful news for you, Dorothy," cried the yellow hen; +"I've--" + +"Wait a minute, dear," interrupted the little girl; "I've got to +introduce you all, first. That's manners, Billina. This," turning to +her traveling companions, "is Mr. Tik-tok, who works by machinery +'cause his thoughts wind up, and his talk winds up, and his action +winds up--like a clock." + +"Do they all wind up together?" asked the shaggy man. + +"No; each one separate. But he works just lovely, and Tik-tok was a +good friend to me once, and saved my life--and Billina's life, too." + +"Is he alive?" asked Button-Bright, looking hard at the copper man. + +"Oh, no, but his machinery makes him just as good as alive." She +turned to the copper man and said politely: "Mr. Tik-tok, these are my +new friends: the shaggy man, and Polly the Rainbow's Daughter, and +Button-Bright, and Toto. Only Toto isn't a new friend, 'cause he's +been to Oz before." + +The copper man bowed low, removing his copper hat as he did so. + +"I'm ve-ry pleased to meet Dor-o-thy's fr-r-r-r---" Here he stopped +short. + +"Oh, I guess his speech needs winding!" said the little girl, running +behind the copper man to get the key off a hook at his back. She wound +him up at a place under his right arm and he went on to say: + +"Par-don me for run-ning down. I was a-bout to say I am pleased to +meet Dor-o-thy's friends, who must be my friends." The words were +somewhat jerky, but plain to understand. + +"And this is Billina," continued Dorothy, introducing the yellow hen, +and they all bowed to her in turn. + +"I've such wonderful news," said the hen, turning her head so that one +bright eye looked full at Dorothy. + +"What is it, dear?" asked the girl. + +"I've hatched out ten of the loveliest chicks you ever saw." + +"Oh, how nice! And where are they, Billina?" + +"I left them at home. But they're beauties, I assure you, and all +wonderfully clever. I've named them Dorothy." + +"Which one?" asked the girl. + +"All of them," replied Billina. + +"That's funny. Why did you name them all with the same name?" + +"It was so hard to tell them apart," explained the hen. "Now, when I +call 'Dorothy,' they all come running to me in a bunch; it's much +easier, after all, than having a separate name for each." + +"I'm just dying to see 'em, Billina," said Dorothy, eagerly. "But tell +me, my friends, how did you happen to be here, in the Country of the +Winkies, the first of all to meet us?" + +"I'll tell you," answered Tik-tok, in his monotonous voice, all the +sounds of his words being on one level--"Prin-cess Oz-ma saw you in her +mag-ic pic-ture, and knew you were com-ing here; so she sent Bil-lin-a +and me to wel-come you as she could not come her-self; so +that--fiz-i-dig-le cum-so-lut-ing hy-ber-gob-ble in-tu-zib-ick--" + +"Good gracious! Whatever's the matter now?" cried Dorothy, as the +copper man continued to babble these unmeaning words, which no one +could understand at all because they had no sense. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, who was half scared. Polly whirled +away to a distance and turned to look at the copper man in a fright. + +"His thoughts have run down, this time," remarked Billina composedly, +as she sat on Tik-tok's shoulder and pruned her sleek feathers. "When +he can't think, he can't talk properly, any more than you can. You'll +have to wind up his thoughts, Dorothy, or else I'll have to finish his +story myself." + +Dorothy ran around and got the key again and wound up Tik-tok under his +left arm, after which he could speak plainly again. + +"Par-don me," he said, "but when my thoughts run down, my speech has no +mean-ing, for words are formed on-ly by thought. I was a-bout to say +that Oz-ma sent us to wel-come you and in-vite you to come straight to +the Em-er-ald Ci-ty. She was too bus-y to come her-self, for she is +pre-par-ing for her birth-day cel-e-bra-tion, which is to be a grand +af-fair." + +"I've heard of it," said Dorothy, "and I'm glad we've come in time to +attend. Is it far from here to the Emerald City?" + +"Not ve-ry far," answered Tik-tok, "and we have plen-ty of time. +To-night we will stop at the pal-ace of the Tin Wood-man, and +to-mor-row night we will ar-rive at the Em-er-ald Ci-ty." + +"Goody!" cried Dorothy. "I'd like to see dear Nick Chopper again. +How's his heart?" + +"It's fine," said Billina; "the Tin Woodman says it gets softer and +kindlier every day. He's waiting at his castle to welcome you, +Dorothy; but he couldn't come with us because he's getting polished as +bright as possible for Ozma's party." + +"Well then," said Dorothy, "let's start on, and we can talk more as we +go." + +They proceeded on their journey in a friendly group, for Polychrome had +discovered that the copper man was harmless and was no longer afraid of +him. Button-Bright was also reassured, and took quite a fancy to +Tik-tok. He wanted the clockwork man to open himself, so that he might +see the wheels go round; but that was a thing Tik-tok could not do. +Button-Bright then wanted to wind up the copper man, and Dorothy +promised he should do so as soon as any part of the machinery ran down. +This pleased Button-Bright, who held fast to one of Tik-tok's copper +hands as he trudged along the road, while Dorothy walked on the other +side of her old friend and Billina perched by turns upon his shoulder +or his copper hat. Polly once more joyously danced ahead and Toto ran +after her, barking with glee. The shaggy man was left to walk behind; +but he didn't seem to mind that a bit, and whistled merrily or looked +curiously upon the pretty scenes they passed. + +At last they came to a hilltop from which the tin castle of Nick +Chopper could plainly be seen, its towers glistening magnificently +under the rays of the declining sun. + +"How pretty!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I've never seen the Emp'ror's new +house before." + +"He built it because the old castle was damp, and likely to rust his +tin body," said Billina. "All those towers and steeples and domes and +gables took a lot of tin, as you can see." + +"Is it a toy?" asked Button-Bright softly. + +"No, dear," answered Dorothy; "it's better than that. It's the fairy +dwelling of a fairy prince." + + + + +15. The Emperor's Tin Castle + + +The grounds around Nick Chopper's new house were laid out in pretty +flower-beds, with fountains of crystal water and statues of tin +representing the Emperor's personal friends. Dorothy was astonished +and delighted to find a tin statue of herself standing on a tin +pedestal at a bend in the avenue leading up to the entrance. It was +life-size and showed her in her sunbonnet with her basket on her arm, +just as she had first appeared in the Land of Oz. + +"Oh, Toto--you're there too!" she exclaimed; and sure enough there was +the tin figure of Toto lying at the tin Dorothy's feet. + +Also, Dorothy saw figures of the Scarecrow, and the Wizard, and Ozma, +and of many others, including Tik-tok. They reached the grand tin +entrance to the tin castle, and the Tin Woodman himself came running +out of the door to embrace little Dorothy and give her a glad welcome. +He welcomed her friends as well, and the Rainbow's Daughter he declared +to be the loveliest vision his tin eyes had ever beheld. He patted +Button-Bright's curly head tenderly, for he was fond of children, and +turned to the shaggy man and shook both his hands at the same time. + +Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies, who was also known throughout +the Land of Oz as the Tin Woodman, was certainly a remarkable person. +He was neatly made, all of tin, nicely soldered at the joints, and his +various limbs were cleverly hinged to his body so that he could use +them nearly as well as if they had been common flesh. Once, he told +the shaggy man, he had been made all of flesh and bones, as other +people are, and then he chopped wood in the forests to earn his living. +But the axe slipped so often and cut off parts of him--which he had +replaced with tin--that finally there was no flesh left, nothing but +tin; so he became a real tin woodman. The wonderful Wizard of Oz had +given him an excellent heart to replace his old one, and he didn't at +all mind being tin. Every one loved him, he loved every one; and he +was therefore as happy as the day was long. + +The Emperor was proud of his new tin castle, and showed his visitors +through all the rooms. Every bit of the furniture was made of brightly +polished tin--the tables, chairs, beds, and all--even the floors and +walls were of tin. + +"I suppose," said he, "that there are no cleverer tinsmiths in all the +world than the Winkies. It would be hard to match this castle in +Kansas; wouldn't it, little Dorothy?" + +"Very hard," replied the child, gravely. + +"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man. + +"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! Did +you suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?" + +"Why not?" asked the shaggy man. + +"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and +the desire to please one another, then we should be no better than the +rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is +not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for +what one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him +happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use." + +"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also +despise money--a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will +not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land +in all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live +here always." + +The Tin Woodman listened with respectful attention. Already he loved +the shaggy man, although he did not yet know of the Love Magnet. So he +said: + +"If you can prove to the Princess Ozma that you are honest and true and +worthy of our friendship, you may indeed live here all your days, and +be as happy as we are." + +"I'll try to prove that," said the shaggy man, earnestly. + +"And now," continued the Emperor, "you must all go to your rooms and +prepare for dinner, which will presently be served in the grand tin +dining-hall. I am sorry, Shaggy Man, that I can not offer you a change +of clothing; but I dress only in tin, myself, and I suppose that would +not suit you." + +"I care little about dress," said the shaggy man, indifferently. + +"So I should imagine," replied the Emperor, with true politeness. + +They were shown to their rooms and permitted to make such toilets as +they could, and soon they assembled again in the grand tin dining-hall, +even Toto being present. For the Emperor was fond of Dorothy's little +dog, and the girl explained to her friends that in Oz all animals were +treated with as much consideration as the people--"if they behave +themselves," she added. + +Toto behaved himself, and sat in a tin high-chair beside Dorothy and +ate his dinner from a tin platter. + +Indeed, they all ate from tin dishes, but these were of pretty shapes +and brightly polished; Dorothy thought they were just as good as silver. + +Button-Bright looked curiously at the man who had "no appetite inside +him," for the Tin Woodman, although he had prepared so fine a feast for +his guests, ate not a mouthful himself, sitting patiently in his place +to see that all built so they could eat were well and plentifully +served. + +What pleased Button-Bright most about the dinner was the tin orchestra +that played sweet music while the company ate. The players were not +tin, being just ordinary Winkies; but the instruments they played upon +were all tin--tin trumpets, tin fiddles, tin drums and cymbals and +flutes and horns and all. They played so nicely the "Shining Emperor +Waltz," composed expressly in honor of the Tin Woodman by Mr. H. M. +Wogglebug, T.E., that Polly could not resist dancing to it. After she +had tasted a few dewdrops, freshly gathered for her, she danced +gracefully to the music while the others finished their repast; and +when she whirled until her fleecy draperies of rainbow hues enveloped +her like a cloud, the Tin Woodman was so delighted that he clapped his +tin hands until the noise of them drowned the sound of the cymbals. + +Altogether it was a merry meal, although Polychrome ate little and the +host nothing at all. + +"I'm sorry the Rainbow's Daughter missed her mist-cakes," said the Tin +Woodman to Dorothy; "but by a mistake Miss Polly's mist-cakes were +mislaid and not missed until now. I'll try to have some for her +breakfast." + +They spent the evening telling stories, and the next morning left the +splendid tin castle and set out upon the road to the Emerald City. The +Tin Woodman went with them, of course, having by this time been so +brightly polished that he sparkled like silver. His axe, which he +always carried with him, had a steel blade that was tin plated and a +handle covered with tin plate beautifully engraved and set with +diamonds. + +The Winkies assembled before the castle gates and cheered their Emperor +as he marched away, and it was easy to see that they all loved him +dearly. + + + + +16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field + + +Dorothy let Button-Bright wind up the clock-work in the copper man this +morning--his thinking machine first, then his speech, and finally his +action; so he would doubtless run perfectly until they had reached the +Emerald City. The copper man and the tin man were good friends, and +not so much alike as you might think. For one was alive and the other +moved by means of machinery; one was tall and angular and the other +short and round. You could love the Tin Woodman because he had a fine +nature, kindly and simple; but the machine man you could only admire +without loving, since to love such a thing as he was as impossible as +to love a sewing-machine or an automobile. Yet Tik-tok was popular +with the people of Oz because he was so trustworthy, reliable and true; +he was sure to do exactly what he was wound up to do, at all times and +in all circumstances. Perhaps it is better to be a machine that does +its duty than a flesh-and-blood person who will not, for a dead truth +is better than a live falsehood. + +About noon the travelers reached a large field of pumpkins--a vegetable +quite appropriate to the yellow country of the Winkies--and some of the +pumpkins which grew there were of remarkable size. Just before they +entered upon this field they saw three little mounds that looked like +graves, with a pretty headstone to each one of them. + +"What is this?" asked Dorothy, in wonder. + +"It's Jack Pumpkinhead's private graveyard," replied the Tin Woodman. + +"But I thought nobody ever died in Oz," she said. + +"Nor do they; although if one is bad, he may be condemned and killed by +the good citizens," he answered. + +Dorothy ran over to the little graves and read the words engraved upon +the tombstones. The first one said: + + Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD + Which Spoiled April 9th. + + +She then went to the next stone, which read: + + Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD + Which Spoiled October 2nd. + + +On the third stone were carved these words: + + Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD + Which Spoiled January 24th. + + +"Poor Jack!" sighed Dorothy. "I'm sorry he had to die in three parts, +for I hoped to see him again." + +"So you shall," declared the Tin Woodman, "since he is still alive. +Come with me to his house, for Jack is now a farmer and lives in this +very pumpkin field." + +They walked over to a monstrous big, hollow pumpkin which had a door +and windows cut through the rind. There was a stovepipe running +through the stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front +door. + +They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a bench was a man +clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded blue trousers, whose +body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsily together. On his neck +was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a face carved on it such as a boy +often carves on a jack-lantern. + +This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with his +wooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the room +with them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed: + +"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!" + +He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the little +Kansas girl and Nick Chopper, and to be introduced to their new friends. + +Button-Bright was at first rather shy with the quaint Pumpkinhead, but +Jack's face was so jolly and smiling--being carved that way--that the +boy soon grew to like him. + +"I thought a while ago that you were buried in three parts," said +Dorothy, "but now I see you're just the same as ever." + +"Not quite the same, my dear, for my mouth is a little more one-sided +than it used to be; but pretty nearly the same. I've a new head, and +this is the fourth one I've owned since Ozma first made me and brought +me to life by sprinkling me with the Magic Powder." + +"What became of the other heads, Jack?" + +"They spoiled and I buried them, for they were not even fit for pies. +Each time Ozma has carved me a new head just like the old one, and as +my body is by far the largest part of me, I am still Jack Pumpkinhead, +no matter how often I change my upper end. Once we had a dreadful time +to find another pumpkin, as they were out of season, and so I was +obliged to wear my old head a little longer than was strictly healthy. +But after this sad experience I resolved to raise pumpkins myself, so +as never to be caught again without one handy; and now I have this fine +field that you see before you. Some grow pretty big--too big to be +used for heads--so I dug out this one and use it for a house." + +"Isn't it damp?" asked Dorothy. + +"Not very. There isn't much left but the shell, you see, and it will +last a long time yet." + +"I think you are brighter than you used to be, Jack," said the Tin +Woodman. "Your last head was a stupid one." + +"The seeds in this one are better," was the reply. + +"Are you going to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy. + +"Yes," said he, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Ozma's my parent, +you know, because she built my body and carved my pumpkin head. I'll +follow you to the Emerald City to-morrow, where we shall meet again. I +can't go to-day, because I have to plant fresh pumpkin-seeds and water +the young vines. But give my love to Ozma, and tell her I'll be there +in time for the jubilation." + +"We will," she promised; and then they all left him and resumed their +journey. + + + + +17. The Royal Chariot Arrives + + +The neat yellow houses of the Winkies were now to be seen standing here +and there along the roadway, giving the country a more cheerful and +civilized look. They were farm-houses, though, and set far apart; for +in the Land of Oz there were no towns or villages except the +magnificent Emerald City in its center. + +Hedges of evergreen or of yellow roses bordered the broad highway and +the farms showed the care of their industrious inhabitants. The nearer +the travelers came to the great city the more prosperous the country +became, and they crossed many bridges over the sparkling streams and +rivulets that watered the lands. + +As they walked leisurely along the shaggy man said to the Tin Woodman: + +"What sort of a Magic Powder was it that made your friend the +Pumpkinhead live?" + +"It was called the Powder of Life," was the answer; "and it was +invented by a crooked Sorcerer who lived in the mountains of the North +Country. A Witch named Mombi got some of this powder from the crooked +Sorcerer and took it home with her. Ozma lived with the Witch then, +for it was before she became our Princess, while Mombi had transformed +her into the shape of a boy. Well, while Mombi was gone to the crooked +Sorcerer's, the boy made this pumpkin-headed man to amuse himself, and +also with the hope of frightening the Witch with it when she returned. +But Mombi was not scared, and she sprinkled the Pumpkinhead with her +Magic Powder of Life, to see if the Powder would work. Ozma was +watching, and saw the Pumpkinhead come to life; so that night she took +the pepper-box containing the Powder and ran away with it and with +Jack, in search of adventures. + +"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the roadside, and +sprinkled it with the Powder. It came to life at once, and Jack +Pumpkinhead rode the Saw-Horse to the Emerald City." + +"What became of the Saw-Horse, afterward?" asked the shaggy man, much +interested in this story. + +"Oh, it's alive yet, and you will probably meet it presently in the +Emerald City. Afterward, Ozma used the last of the Powder to bring the +Flying Gump to life; but as soon as it had carried her away from her +enemies the Gump was taken apart, so it doesn't exist any more." + +"It's too bad the Powder of Life was all used up," remarked the shaggy +man; "it would be a handy thing to have around." + +"I am not so sure of that, sir," answered the Tin Woodman. "A while +ago the crooked Sorcerer who invented the Magic Powder fell down a +precipice and was killed. All his possessions went to a relative--an +old woman named Dyna, who lives in the Emerald City. She went to the +mountains where the Sorcerer had lived and brought away everything she +thought of value. Among them was a small bottle of the Powder of Life; +but of course Dyna didn't know it was a Magic Powder, at all. It +happened she had once had a big blue bear for a pet; but the bear +choked to death on a fishbone one day, and she loved it so dearly that +Dyna made a rug of its skin, leaving the head and four paws on the +hide. She kept the rug on the floor of her front parlor." + +"I've seen rugs like that," said the shaggy man, nodding, "but never +one made from a blue bear." + +"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "the old woman had an idea that the +Powder in the bottle must be moth-powder, because it smelled something +like moth-powder; so one day she sprinkled it on her bear rug to keep +the moths out of it. She said, looking lovingly at the skin: 'I wish +my dear bear were alive again!' To her horror, the bear rug at once +came to life, having been sprinkled with the Magic Powder; and now this +live bear rug is a great trial to her, and makes her a lot of trouble." + +"Why?" asked the shaggy man. + +"Well, it stands up on its four feet and walks all around, and gets in +the way; and that spoils it for a rug. It can't speak, although it is +alive; for, while its head might say words, it has no breath in a solid +body to push the words out of its mouth. It's a very slimpsy affair +altogether, that bear rug, and the old woman is sorry it came to life. +Every day she has to scold it, and make it lie down flat on the parlor +floor to be walked upon; but sometimes when she goes to market the rug +will hump up its back skin, and stand on its four feet, and trot along +after her." + +"I should think Dyna would like that," said Dorothy. + +"Well, she doesn't; because every one knows it isn't a real bear, but +just a hollow skin, and so of no actual use in the world except for a +rug," answered the Tin Woodman. "Therefore I believe it is a good +thing that all the Magic Powder of Life is now used up, as it can not +cause any more trouble." + +"Perhaps you're right," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. + +At noon they stopped at a farmhouse, where it delighted the farmer and +his wife to be able to give them a good luncheon. The farm people knew +Dorothy, having seen her when she was in the country before, and they +treated the little girl with as much respect as they did the Emperor, +because she was a friend of the powerful Princess Ozma. + +They had not proceeded far after leaving this farm-house before coming +to a high bridge over a broad river. This river, the Tin Woodman +informed them, was the boundary between the Country of the Winkies and +the territory of the Emerald City. The city itself was still a long +way off, but all around it was a green meadow as pretty as a well-kept +lawn, and in this were neither houses nor farms to spoil the beauty of +the scene. + +From the top of the high bridge they could see far away the magnificent +spires and splendid domes of the superb city, sparkling like brilliant +jewels as they towered above the emerald walls. The shaggy man drew a +deep breath of awe and amazement, for never had he dreamed that such a +grand and beautiful place could exist--even in the fairyland of Oz. + +Polly was so pleased that her violet eyes sparkled like amethysts, and +she danced away from her companions across the bridge and into a group +of feathery trees lining both the roadsides. These trees she stopped +to look at with pleasure and surprise, for their leaves were shaped +like ostrich plumes, their feather edges beautifully curled; and all +the plumes were tinted in the same dainty rainbow hues that appeared in +Polychrome's own pretty gauze gown. + +"Father ought to see these trees," she murmured; "they are almost as +lovely as his own rainbows." + +Then she gave a start of terror, for beneath the trees came stalking +two great beasts, either one big enough to crush the little Daughter of +the Rainbow with one blow of his paws, or to eat her up with one snap +of his enormous jaws. One was a tawny lion, as tall as a horse, +nearly; the other a striped tiger almost the same size. + +Polly was too frightened to scream or to stir; she stood still with a +wildly beating heart until Dorothy rushed past her and with a glad cry +threw her arms around the huge lion's neck, hugging and kissing the +beast with evident joy. + +"Oh, I'm SO glad to see you again!" cried the little Kansas girl. "And +the Hungry Tiger, too! How fine you're both looking. Are you well and +happy?" + +"We certainly are, Dorothy," answered the Lion, in a deep voice that +sounded pleasant and kind; "and we are greatly pleased that you have +come to Ozma's party. It's going to be a grand affair, I promise you." + +"There will be lots of fat babies at the celebration, I hear," remarked +the Hungry Tiger, yawning so that his mouth opened dreadfully wide and +showed all his big, sharp teeth; "but of course I can't eat any of 'em." + +"Is your Conscience still in good order?" asked Dorothy, anxiously. + +"Yes; it rules me like a tyrant," answered the Tiger, sorrowfully. "I +can imagine nothing more unpleasant than to own a Conscience," and he +winked slyly at his friend the Lion. + +"You're fooling me!" said Dorothy, with a laugh. "I don't b'lieve +you'd eat a baby if you lost your Conscience. Come here, Polly," she +called, "and be introduced to my friends." + +Polly advanced rather shyly. + +"You have some queer friends, Dorothy," she said. + +"The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends," was the +answer. "This is the Cowardly Lion, who isn't a coward at all, but +just thinks he is. The Wizard gave him some courage once, and he has +part of it left." + +The Lion bowed with great dignity to Polly. + +"You are very lovely, my dear," said he. "I hope we shall be friends +when we are better acquainted." + +"And this is the Hungry Tiger," continued Dorothy. "He says he longs +to eat fat babies; but the truth is he is never hungry at all, 'cause +he gets plenty to eat; and I don't s'pose he'd hurt anybody even if he +WAS hungry." + +"Hush, Dorothy," whispered the Tiger; "you'll ruin my reputation if you +are not more discreet. It isn't what we are, but what folks think we +are, that counts in this world. And come to think of it Miss Polly +would make a fine variegated breakfast, I'm sure." + + + + +18. The Emerald City + + +The others now came up, and the Tin Woodman greeted the Lion and the +Tiger cordially. Button-Bright yelled with fear when Dorothy first +took his hand and led him toward the great beasts; but the girl +insisted they were kind and good, and so the boy mustered up courage +enough to pat their heads; after they had spoken to him gently and he +had looked into their intelligent eyes his fear vanished entirely and +he was so delighted with the animals that he wanted to keep close to +them and stroke their soft fur every minute. + +As for the shaggy man, he might have been afraid if he had met the +beasts alone, or in any other country, but so many were the marvels in; +the Land of Oz that he was no longer easily surprised, and Dorothy's +friendship for the Lion and Tiger was enough to assure him they were +safe companions. Toto barked at the Cowardly Lion in joyous greeting, +for he knew the beast of old and loved him, and it was funny to see how +gently the Lion raised his huge paw to pat Toto's head. The little dog +smelled of the Tiger's nose, and the Tiger politely shook paws with +him; so they were quite likely to become firm friends. + +Tik-tok and Billina knew the beasts well, so merely bade them good day +and asked after their healths and inquired about the Princess Ozma. + +Now it was seen that the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were +drawing behind them a splendid golden chariot, to which they were +harnessed by golden cords. The body of the chariot was decorated on +the outside with designs in clusters of sparkling emeralds, while +inside it was lined with a green and gold satin, and the cushions of +the seats were of green plush embroidered in gold with a crown, +underneath which was a monogram. + +"Why, it's Ozma's own royal chariot!" exclaimed Dorothy. + +"Yes," said the Cowardly Lion; "Ozma sent us to meet you here, for she +feared you would be weary with your long walk and she wished you to +enter the City in a style becoming your exalted rank." + +"What!" cried Polly, looking at Dorothy curiously. "Do you belong to +the nobility?" + +"Just in Oz I do," said the child, "'cause Ozma made me a Princess, you +know. But when I'm home in Kansas I'm only a country girl, and have to +help with the churning and wipe the dishes while Aunt Em washes 'em. +Do you have to help wash dishes on the rainbow, Polly?" + +"No, dear," answered Polychrome, smiling. + +"Well, I don't have to work any in Oz, either," said Dorothy. "It's +kind of fun to be a Princess once in a while; don't you think so?" + +"Dorothy and Polychrome and Button-Bright are all to ride in the +chariot," said the Lion. "So get in, my dears, and be careful not to +mar the gold or put your dusty feet on the embroidery." + +Button-Bright was delighted to ride behind such a superb team, and he +told Dorothy it made him feel like an actor in a circus. As the +strides of the animals brought them nearer to the Emerald City every +one bowed respectfully to the children, as well as to the Tin Woodman, +Tik-tok, and the shaggy man, who were following behind. + +The Yellow Hen had perched upon the back of the chariot, where she +could tell Dorothy more about her wonderful chickens as they rode. And +so the grand chariot came finally to the high wall surrounding the +City, and paused before the magnificent jewel-studded gates. + +These were opened by a cheerful-looking little man who wore green +spectacles over his eyes. Dorothy introduced him to her friends as the +Guardian of the Gates, and they noticed a big bunch of keys suspended +on the golden chain that hung around his neck. The chariot passed +through the outer gates into a fine arched chamber built in the thick +wall, and through the inner gates into the streets of the Emerald City. + +Polychrome exclaimed in rapture at the wondrous beauty that met her +eyes on every side as they rode through this stately and imposing City, +the equal of which has never been discovered, even in Fairyland. +Button-Bright could only say "My!" so amazing was the sight; but his +eyes were wide open and he tried to look in every direction at the same +time, so as not to miss anything. + +The shaggy man was fairly astounded at what he saw, for the graceful +and handsome buildings were covered with plates of gold and set with +emeralds so splendid and valuable that in any other part of the world +any one of them would have been worth a fortune to its owner. The +sidewalks were superb marble slabs polished as smooth as glass, and the +curbs that separated the walks from the broad street were also set +thick with clustered emeralds. There were many people on these +walks--men, women and children--all dressed in handsome garments of +silk or satin or velvet, with beautiful jewels. Better even than this: +all seemed happy and contented, for their faces were smiling and free +from care, and music and laughter might be heard on every side. + +"Don't they work at all?" asked the shaggy man. + +"To be sure they work," replied the Tin Woodman; "this fair city could +not be built or cared for without labor, nor could the fruit and +vegetables and other food be provided for the inhabitants to eat. But +no one works more than half his time, and the people of Oz enjoy their +labors as much as they do their play." + +"It's wonderful!" declared the shaggy man. "I do hope Ozma will let me +live here." + +The chariot, winding through many charming streets, paused before a +building so vast and noble and elegant that even Button-Bright guessed +at once that it was the Royal Palace. Its gardens and ample grounds +were surrounded by a separate wall, not so high or thick as the wall +around the City, but more daintily designed and built all of green +marble. The gates flew open as the chariot appeared before them, and +the Cowardly Lion and Hungry Tiger trotted up a jeweled driveway to the +front door of the palace and stopped short. + +"Here we are!" said Dorothy, gaily, and helped Button-Bright from the +chariot. Polychrome leaped out lightly after them, and they were +greeted by a crowd of gorgeously dressed servants who bowed low as the +visitors mounted the marble steps. At their head was a pretty little +maid with dark hair and eyes, dressed all in green embroidered with +silver. Dorothy ran up to her with evident pleasure, and exclaimed: + +"O, Jellia Jamb! I'm so glad to see you again. Where's Ozma?" + +"In her room, your Highness," replied the little maid demurely, for +this was Ozma's favorite attendant. "She wishes you to come to her as +soon as you have rested and changed your dress, Princess Dorothy. And +you and your friends are to dine with her this evening." + +"When is her birthday, Jellia?" asked the girl. + +"Day after to-morrow, your Highness." + +"And where's the Scarecrow?" + +"He's gone into the Munchkin country to get some fresh straw to stuff +himself with, in honor of Ozma's celebration," replied the maid. "He +returns to the Emerald City to-morrow, he said." + +By this time, Tok-tok, the Tin Woodman, and the shaggy man had arrived +and the chariot had gone around to the back of the palace, Billina +going with the Lion and Tiger to see her chickens after her absence +from them. But Toto stayed close beside Dorothy. + +"Come in, please," said Jellia Jamb; "it shall be our pleasant duty to +escort all of you to the rooms prepared for your use." + +The shaggy man hesitated. Dorothy had never known him to be ashamed of +his shaggy looks before, but now that he was surrounded by so much +magnificence and splendor the shaggy man felt sadly out of place. + +Dorothy assured him that all her friends were welcome at Ozma's palace, +so he carefully dusted his shaggy shoes with his shaggy handkerchief +and entered the grand hall after the others. + +Tik-tok lived at the Royal Palace and the Tin Woodman always had the +same room whenever he visited Ozma, so these two went at once to remove +the dust of the journey from their shining bodies. Dorothy also had a +pretty suite of rooms which she always occupied when in the Emerald +City; but several servants walked ahead politely to show the way, +although she was quite sure she could find the rooms herself. She took +Button-Bright with her, because he seemed too small to be left alone in +such a big palace; but Jellia Jamb herself ushered the beautiful +Daughter of the Rainbow to her apartments, because it was easy to see +that Polychrome was used to splendid palaces and was therefore entitled +to especial attention. + + + + +19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome + + +The shaggy man stood in the great hall, his shaggy hat in his hands, +wondering what would become of him. He had never been a guest in a +fine palace before; perhaps he had never been a guest anywhere. In the +big, cold, outside world people did not invite shaggy men to their +homes, and this shaggy man of ours had slept more in hay-lofts and +stables than in comfortable rooms. When the others left the great hall +he eyed the splendidly dressed servants of the Princess Ozma as if he +expected to be ordered out; but one of them bowed before him as +respectfully as if he had been a prince, and said: + +"Permit me, sir, to conduct you to your apartments." + +The shaggy man drew a long breath and took courage. + +"Very well," he answered. "I'm ready." + +Through the big hall they went, up the grand staircase carpeted thick +with velvet, and so along a wide corridor to a carved doorway. Here +the servant paused, and opening the door said with polite deference: + +"Be good enough to enter, sir, and make yourself at home in the rooms +our Royal Ozma has ordered prepared for you. Whatever you see is for +you to use and enjoy, as if your own. The Princess dines at seven, and +I shall be here in time to lead you to the drawing-room, where you will +be privileged to meet the lovely Ruler of Oz. Is there any command, in +the meantime, with which you desire to honor me?" + +"No," said the shaggy man; "but I'm much obliged." + +He entered the room and shut the door, and for a time stood in +bewilderment, admiring the grandeur before him. + +He had been given one of the handsomest apartments in the most +magnificent palace in the world, and you can not wonder that his good +fortune astonished and awed him until he grew used to his surroundings. + +The furniture was upholstered in cloth of gold, with the royal crown +embroidered upon it in scarlet. The rug upon the marble floor was so +thick and soft that he could not hear the sound of his own footsteps, +and upon the walls were splendid tapestries woven with scenes from the +Land of Oz. Books and ornaments were scattered about in profusion, and +the shaggy man thought he had never seen so many pretty things in one +place before. In one corner played a tinkling fountain of perfumed +water, and in another was a table bearing a golden tray loaded with +freshly gathered fruit, including several of the red-cheeked apples +that the shaggy man loved. + +At the farther end of this charming room was an open doorway, and he +crossed over to find himself in a bedroom containing more comforts than +the shaggy man had ever before imagined. The bedstead was of gold and +set with many brilliant diamonds, and the coverlet had designs of +pearls and rubies sewed upon it. At one side of the bedroom was a +dainty dressing-room with closets containing a large assortment of +fresh clothing; and beyond this was the bath--a large room having a +marble pool big enough to swim in, with white marble steps leading down +to the water. Around the edge of the pool were set rows of fine +emeralds as large as door-knobs, while the water of the bath was clear +as crystal. + +For a time the shaggy man gazed upon all this luxury with silent +amazement. Then he decided, being wise in his way, to take advantage +of his good fortune. He removed his shaggy boots and his shaggy +clothing, and bathed in the pool with rare enjoyment. After he had +dried himself with the soft towels he went into the dressing-room and +took fresh linen from the drawers and put it on, finding that +everything fitted him exactly. He examined the contents of the closets +and selected an elegant suit of clothing. Strangely enough, everything +about it was shaggy, although so new and beautiful, and he sighed with +contentment to realize that he could now be finely dressed and still be +the shaggy man. His coat was of rose-colored velvet, trimmed with +shags and bobtails, with buttons of blood-red rubies and golden shags +around the edges. His vest was a shaggy satin of a delicate cream +color, and his knee-breeches of rose velvet trimmed like the coat. +Shaggy creamy stockings of silk, and shaggy slippers of rose leather +with ruby buckles, completed his costume, and when he was thus attired +the shaggy man looked at himself in a long mirror with great +admiration. On a table he found a mother-of-pearl chest decorated with +delicate silver vines and flowers of clustered rubies, and on the cover +was a silver plate engraved with these words: + + THE SHAGGY MAN: + HIS BOX OF ORNAMENTS + + +The chest was not locked, so he opened it and was almost dazzled by the +brilliance of the rich jewels it contained. After admiring the pretty +things, he took out a fine golden watch with a big chain, several +handsome finger-rings, and an ornament of rubies to pin upon the breast +of his shaggy shirt-bosom. Having carefully brushed his hair and +whiskers all the wrong way to make them look as shaggy as possible, the +shaggy man breathed a deep sigh of joy and decided he was ready to meet +the Royal Princess as soon as she sent for him. While he waited he +returned to the beautiful sitting room and ate several of the +red-cheeked apples to pass away the time. + +Meanwhile, Dorothy had dressed herself in a pretty gown of soft grey +embroidered with silver, and put a blue-and-gold suit of satin upon +little Button-Bright, who looked as sweet as a cherub in it. Followed +by the boy and Toto--the dog with a new green ribbon around his +neck--she hastened down to the splendid drawing-room of the palace, +where, seated upon an exquisite throne of carved malachite and nestled +amongst its green satin cushions was the lovely Princess Ozma, waiting +eagerly to welcome her friend. + + + + +20. Princess Ozma Of Oz + + +The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number of +big words, have often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and +failed because the words were not good enough. So of course I cannot +hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little Princess, or +how her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and +magnificent luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. +Whatever else was beautiful or dainty or delightful of itself faded to +dullness when contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and it has often +been said by those who know that no other ruler in all the world can +ever hope to equal the gracious charm of her manner. + +Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the +sweetest affection rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy +threw her arms around her little friend and hugged and kissed her +rapturously, and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright smiled a happy +smile and consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the +Princess. + +"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?" +asked the little Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over. + +"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment. + +"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think. + +"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you +wandering in the direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess. + +"Oh! I never 'spected YOU of that," cried Dorothy. + +"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared Ozma, +"and twice I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save you +and transport you to the Emerald City. Once was when the Scoodlers +caught you, and again when you reached the Deadly Desert. But the +shaggy man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere." + +"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy. + +"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only in +my Magic Picture." + +"And did you send Polly to us?" + +"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch +just in time to meet you." + +"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King +Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party." + +"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would +please you to favor them." + +"Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the +comfort of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all +the time, it is better that the performer should be alone," said the +Princess. + +"I like the Musicker's music," declared the boy, gravely. + +"But I don't," said Dorothy. + +"Well, there will be plenty of music at my celebration," promised Ozma; +"so I've an idea Button-Bright won't miss the Musicker at all." + +Just then Polychrome danced in, and Ozma rose to greet the Rainbow's +Daughter in her sweetest and most cordial manner. + +Dorothy thought she had never seen two prettier creatures together than +these lovely maidens; but Polly knew at once her own dainty beauty +could not match that of Ozma, yet was not a bit jealous because this +was so. + +The Wizard of Oz was announced, and a dried-up, little, old man, +clothed all in black, entered the drawing-room. His face was cheery +and his eyes twinkling with humor, so Polly and Button-Bright were not +at all afraid of the wonderful personage whose fame as a humbug +magician had spread throughout the world. After greeting Dorothy with +much affection, he stood modestly behind Ozma's throne and listened to +the lively prattle of the young people. + +Now the shaggy man appeared, and so startling was his appearance, all +clad in shaggy new raiment, that Dorothy cried "Oh!" and clasped her +hands impulsively as she examined her friend with pleased eyes. + +"He's still shaggy, all right," remarked Button-Bright; and Ozma nodded +brightly because she had meant the shaggy man to remain shaggy when she +provided his new clothes for him. + +Dorothy led him toward the throne, as he was shy in such fine company, +and presented him gracefully to the Princess, saying: + +"This, your Highness, is my friend, the shaggy man, who owns the Love +Magnet." + +"You are welcome to Oz," said the girl Ruler, in gracious accents. +"But tell me, sir, where did you get the Love Magnet which you say you +own?" + +The shaggy man grew red and looked downcast, as he answered in a low +voice: + +"I stole it, your Majesty." + +"Oh, Shaggy Man!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful! And you told me the +Eskimo gave you the Love Magnet." + +He shuffled first on one foot and then on the other, much embarrassed. + +"I told you a falsehood, Dorothy," he said; "but now, having bathed in +the Truth Pond, I must tell nothing but the truth." + +"Why did you steal it?" asked Ozma, gently. + +"Because no one loved me, or cared for me," said the shaggy man, "and I +wanted to be loved a great deal. It was owned by a girl in Butterfield +who was loved too much, so that the young men quarreled over her, which +made her unhappy. After I had stolen the Magnet from her, only one +young man continued to love the girl, and she married him and regained +her happiness." + +"Are you sorry you stole it?" asked the Princess. + +"No, your Highness; I'm glad," he answered; "for it has pleased me to +be loved, and if Dorothy had not cared for me I could not have +accompanied her to this beautiful Land of Oz, or met its kind-hearted +Ruler. Now that I'm here, I hope to remain, and to become one of your +Majesty's most faithful subjects." + +"But in Oz we are loved for ourselves alone, and for our kindness to +one another, and for our good deeds," she said. + +"I'll give up the Love Magnet," said the shaggy man, eagerly; "Dorothy +shall have it." + +"But every one loves Dorothy already," declared the Wizard. + +"Then Button-Bright shall have it." + +"Don't want it," said the boy, promptly. + +"Then I'll give it to the Wizard, for I'm sure the lovely Princess Ozma +does not need it." + +"All my people love the Wizard, too," announced the Princess, laughing; +"so we will hang the Love Magnet over the gates of the Emerald City, +that whoever shall enter or leave the gates may be loved and loving." + +"That is a good idea," said the shaggy man; "I agree to it most +willingly." + +Those assembled now went in to dinner, which you can imagine was a +grand affair; and afterward Ozma asked the Wizard to give them an +exhibition of his magic. + +The Wizard took eight tiny white piglets from an inside pocket and set +them on the table. One was dressed like a clown, and performed funny +antics, and the others leaped over the spoons and dishes and ran around +the table like race-horses, and turned hand-springs and were so +sprightly and amusing that they kept the company in one roar of merry +laughter. The Wizard had trained these pets to do many curious things, +and they were so little and so cunning and soft that Polychrome loved +to pick them up as they passed near her place and fondle them as if +they were kittens. + +It was late when the entertainment ended, and they separated to go to +their rooms. + +"To-morrow," said Ozma, "my invited guests will arrive, and you will +find among them some interesting and curious people, I promise you. +The next day will be my birthday, and the festivities will be held on +the broad green just outside the gates of the City, where all my people +can assemble without being crowded." + +"I hope the Scarecrow won't be late," said Dorothy, anxiously. + +"Oh, he is sure to return to-morrow," answered Ozma. "He wanted new +straw to stuff himself with, so he went to the Munchkin Country, where +straw is plentiful." + +With this the Princess bade her guests good night and went to her own +room. + + + + +21. Dorothy Receives the Guests + + +Next morning Dorothy's breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting +room, and she sent to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and +Button-Bright at the meal. They came gladly, and Toto also had +breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled +together to Oz was once more reunited. + +No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast of +many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; so +they all went out upon the balcony. This was at the front of the +palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being higher than the +wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the +street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, +while the people of the Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered +so lustily that they almost drowned the noise of the drums and horns. + +Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that +behind the band was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back +of a wooden Saw-Horse which pranced along the street almost as +gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or rather the +ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the +saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and glistened +with jewels. + +As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and +at once waved his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the +front door and dismounted, and the band stopped playing and went away +and the crowds of people returned to their dwellings. + +By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the +Scarecrow was there, and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook +the hands of the others with his own squashy hands, which were white +gloves filled with straw. + +The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this +celebrated person, who was acknowledged to be the most popular and most +beloved man in all the Land of Oz. + +"Why, your face has been newly painted!" exclaimed Dorothy, when the +first greetings were over. + +"I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me," +answered the Scarecrow, pleasantly. "My complexion had become a bit +grey and faded, you know, and the paint had peeled off one end of my +mouth, so I couldn't talk quite straight. Now I feel like myself +again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with the +loveliest oat-straw in all Oz." He pushed against his chest. "Hear me +crunkle?" he asked. + +"Yes," said Dorothy; "you sound fine." + +Button-Bright was wonderfully attracted by the strawman, and so was +Polly. The shaggy man treated him with great respect, because he was +so queerly made. + +Jellia Jamb now came to say that Ozma wanted Princess Dorothy to +receive the invited guests in the Throne-Room, as they arrived. The +Ruler was herself busy ordering the preparations for the morrow's +festivities, so she wished her friend to act in her place. + +Dorothy willingly agreed, being the only other Princess in the Emerald +City; so she went to the great Throne-Room and sat in Ozma's seat, +placing Polly on one side of her and Button-Bright on the other. The +Scarecrow stood at the left of the throne and the Tin Woodman at the +right, while the Wonderful Wizard and the shaggy man stood behind. + +The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger came in, with bright new bows of +ribbon on their collars and tails. After greeting Dorothy +affectionately the huge beasts lay down at the foot of the throne. + +While they waited, the Scarecrow, who was near the little boy, asked: + +"Why are you called Button-Bright?" + +"Don't know," was the answer. + +"Oh yes, you do, dear," said Dorothy. "Tell the Scarecrow how you got +your name." + +"Papa always said I was bright as a button, so mama always called me +Button-Bright," announced the boy. + +"Where is your mama?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Where is your home?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Don't you want to find your mama again?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, calmly. + +The Scarecrow looked thoughtful. + +"Your papa may have been right," he observed; "but there are many kinds +of buttons, you see. There are silver and gold buttons, which are +highly polished and glitter brightly. There are pearl and rubber +buttons, and other kinds, with surfaces more or less bright. But there +is still another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and +that must be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as a +button. Don't you think so?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new, white kid gloves; and +he brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of +pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is +considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The necklace +was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with the Princess +Ozma's other presents. + +Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown, +trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important +Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance to +both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you may be +sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted Dorothy +most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled upon the +shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one of the +most magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty servants +to wait upon her. + +The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.; the "H. M." meaning +Highly Magnified and the "T.E." meaning Thoroughly Educated. The +Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had +composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to +read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him. + +Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and a +servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy chicks +to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at the +head of her family, Dorothy cried, "Oh, you lovely things!" and ran +down from her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina wore +a pearl necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny gold +chain holding a locket with the letter "D" engraved upon the outside. + +"Open the lockets, Dorothy," said Billina. The girl obeyed and found a +picture of herself in each locket. "They were named after you, my +dear," continued the Yellow Hen, "so I wanted all my chickens to wear +your picture. Cluck--cluck! come here, Dorothy--this minute!" she +cried, for the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the big +room. + +They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could, +fluttering their fluffy wings in a laughable way. + +It was lucky that Billina gathered the little ones under her soft +breast just then, for Tik-tok came in and tramped up to the throne on +his flat copper feet. + +"I am all wound up and work-ing fine-ly," said the clock-work man to +Dorothy. + +"I can hear him tick," declared Button-Bright. + +"You are quite the polished gentleman," said the Tin Woodman. "Stand +up here beside the shaggy man, Tik-tok, and help receive the company." + +Dorothy placed soft cushions in a corner for Billina and her chicks, +and had just returned to the Throne and seated herself when the playing +of the royal band outside the palace announced the approach of +distinguished guests. + +And my, how they did stare when the High Chamberlain threw open the +doors and the visitors entered the Throne-Room! + +First walked a gingerbread man neatly formed and baked to a lovely +brown tint. He wore a silk hat and carried a candy cane prettily +striped with red and yellow. His shirt-front and cuffs were white +frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops. + +Behind the gingerbread man came a child with flaxen hair and merry blue +eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its pretty +bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its hands into +the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big rubber bear, +walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling black eyes, and +its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air. + +Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two short, +fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms. + +Ozma's High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of +the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice: + +"His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of +the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his +Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para +Bruin, the rubber bear." + +These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and +Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They were +the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were +polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome. + +Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and was +so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough's Head +Booleywag at once became a prime favorite. + +"Is it a boy or a girl?" whispered Dorothy. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are," exclaimed the rubber +bear, looking at the assembled company. + +"So're you," said Button-Bright, gravely. "Is King Dough good to eat?" + +"He's too good to eat," laughed Chick the Cherub. + +"I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread," said the King, rather +anxiously. + +"We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were," declared +the Scarecrow; "so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe +while you remain in Oz." + +"Why do they call you Chick?" the Yellow Hen asked the child. + +"Because I'm an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents," replied the +Head Booleywag. + +"My chicks have a parent, and I'm it," said Billina. + +"I'm glad of that," answered the Cherub, "because they'll have more fun +worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The +Incubator never worries, you know." + +King John Dough had brought for Ozma's birthday present a lovely +gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big +pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by +Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other +presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their +rooms by the High Chamberlain. + +They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to +play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from +foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in his +most official manner. + + + + +22. Important Arrivals + + +First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little +sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the +great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and +curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright's shoulder. With +this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly +beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet +and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High +Chamberlain knelt to announce his name. + +"The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme +Highness--Santa Claus!" said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice. + +"Well, well, well! Glad to see you--glad to meet you all!" cried Santa +Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room. + +He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and a +bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful +ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled +with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma. + +"Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?" he asked in his jolly way, +as he took the girl's hand in both his own. + +"How did you know my name, Santa?" she replied, feeling more shy in the +presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her young +life. + +"Why, don't I see you every Christmas Eve, when you're asleep?" he +rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek. + +"Oh, do you?" + +"And here's Button-Bright, I declare!" cried Santa Claus, holding up +the boy to kiss him. "What a long way from home you are; dear me!" + +"Do you know Button-Bright, too?" questioned Dorothy, eagerly. + +"Indeed I do. I've visited his home several Christmas Eves." + +"And do you know his father?" asked the girl. + +"Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas +neckties and stockings?" with a sly wink at the Wizard. + +"Then where does he live? We're just crazy to know, 'cause +Button-Bright's lost," she said. + +Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking what +to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard's ear, +at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood. + +Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood. + +"Seems to me the Rainbow's Daughter is farther from home than any of +you," he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. "I'll have +to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you." + +"Please do, dear Santa Claus," implored the little maid, beseechingly. + +"But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma's party," said +the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with the +others already there. "It isn't often I find time to leave my castle, +as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn't help coming to +celebrate the happy occasion." + +"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Dorothy. + +"These are my Ryls," pointing to the little sprites squatting around +him. "Their business is to paint the colors of the flowers when they +bud and bloom; but I brought the merry fellows along to see Oz, and +they've left their paint-pots behind them. Also I brought these +crooked Knooks, whom I love. My dears, the Knooks are much nicer than +they look, for their duty is to water and care for the young trees of +the forest, and they do their work faithfully and well. It's hard +work, though, and it makes my Knooks crooked and gnarled, like the +trees themselves; but their hearts are big and kind, as are the hearts +of all who do good in our beautiful world." + +"I've read of the Ryls and Knooks," said Dorothy, looking upon these +little workers with interest. + +Santa Claus turned to talk with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and +he also said a kind word to the shaggy man, and afterward went away to +ride the Saw-Horse around the Emerald City. "For," said he, "I must +see all the grand sights while I am here and have the chance, and Ozma +has promised to let me ride the Saw-Horse because I'm getting fat and +short of breath." + +"Where are your reindeer?" asked Polychrome. + +"I left them at home, for it is too warm for them in this sunny +country," he answered. "They're used to winter weather when they +travel." + +In a flash he was gone, and the Ryls and Knooks with him; but they +could all hear the golden hoofs of the Saw-Horse ringing on the marble +pavement outside, as he pranced away with his noble rider. + +Presently the band played again, and the High Chamberlain announced: + +"Her Gracious Majesty, the Queen of Merryland." + +They looked earnestly to discover whom this queen might be, and saw +advancing up the room an exquisite wax doll dressed in dainty fluffs +and ruffles and spangled gown. She was almost as big as Button-Bright, +and her cheeks and mouth and eyebrow were prettily painted in delicate +colors. Her blue eyes stared a bit, being of glass, yet the expression +upon her Majesty's face was quite pleasant and decidedly winning. With +the Queen of Merryland were four wooden soldiers, two stalking ahead of +her with much dignity and two following behind, like a royal bodyguard. +The soldiers were painted in bright colors and carried wooden guns, and +after them came a fat little man who attracted attention at once, +although he seemed modest and retiring. For he was made of candy, and +carried a tin sugar-sifter filled with powdered sugar, with which he +dusted himself frequently so that he wouldn't stick to things if he +touched them. The High Chamberlain had called him "The Candy Man of +Merryland," and Dorothy saw that one of his thumbs looked as if it had +been bitten off by some one who was fond of candy and couldn't resist +the temptation. + +The wax doll Queen spoke prettily to Dorothy and the others, and sent +her loving greetings to Ozma before she retired to the rooms prepared +for her. She had brought a birthday present wrapped in tissue paper +and tied with pink and blue ribbons, and one of the wooden soldiers +placed it on the table with the other gifts. But the Candy Man did not +go to his room, because he said he preferred to stay and talk with the +Scarecrow and Tik-tok and the Wizard and Tin Woodman, whom he declared +the queerest people he had ever met. Button-Bright was glad the Candy +Man stayed in the Throne Room, because the boy thought this guest +smelled deliciously of wintergreen and maple sugar. + +The Braided Man now entered the room, having been fortunate enough to +receive an invitation to the Princess Ozma's party. He was from a cave +halfway between the Invisible Valley and the Country of the Gargoyles, +and his hair and whiskers were so long that he was obliged to plait +them into many braids that hung to his feet, and every braid was tied +with a bow of colored ribbon. + +"I've brought Princess Ozma a box of flutters for her birthday," said +the Braided Man, earnestly; "and I hope she will like them, for they +are the finest quality I have ever made." + +"I'm sure she will be greatly pleased," said Dorothy, who remembered +the Braided Man well; and the Wizard introduced the guest to the rest +of the company and made him sit down in a chair and keep quiet, for, if +allowed, he would talk continually about his flutters. + +The band then played a welcome to another set of guests, and into the +Throne-Room swept the handsome and stately Queen of Ev. Beside her was +young King Evardo, and following them came the entire royal family of +five Princesses and four Princes of Ev. The Kingdom of Ev lay just +across the Deadly Desert to the North of Oz, and once Ozma and her +people had rescued the Queen of Ev and her ten children from the Nome +King, who had enslaved them. Dorothy had been present on this +adventure, so she greeted the royal family cordially; and all the +visitors were delighted to meet the little Kansas girl again. They +knew Tik-tok and Billina, too, and the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman, as +well as the Lion and Tiger; so there was a joyful reunion, as you may +imagine, and it was fully an hour before the Queen and her train +retired to their rooms. Perhaps they would not have gone then had not +the band begun to play to announce new arrivals; but before they left +the great Throne-Room King Evardo added to Ozma's birthday presents a +diadem of diamonds set in radium. + +The next comer proved to be King Renard of Foxville; or King Dox, as he +preferred to be called. He was magnificently dressed in a new feather +costume and wore white kid mittens over his paws and a flower in his +button-hole and had his hair parted in the middle. + +King Dox thanked Dorothy fervently for getting him the invitation to +come to Oz, which he all his life longed to visit. He strutted around +rather absurdly as he was introduced to all the famous people assembled +in the Throne-Room, and when he learned that Dorothy was a Princess of +Oz the Fox King insisted on kneeling at her feet and afterward retired +backward--a dangerous thing to do, as he might have stubbed his paw and +tumbled over. + +No sooner was he gone than the blasts of bugles and clatter of drums +and cymbals announced important visitors, and the High Chamberlain +assumed his most dignified tone as he threw open the door and said +proudly: + +"Her Sublime and Resplendent Majesty, Queen Zixi of Ix! His Serene and +Tremendous Majesty, King Bud of Noland. Her Royal Highness, the +Princess Fluff." + +That three such high and mighty royal personages should arrive at once +was enough to make Dorothy and her companions grow solemn and assume +their best company manners; but when the exquisite beauty of Queen Zixi +met their eyes they thought they had never beheld anything so charming. +Dorothy decided that Zixi must be about sixteen years old, but the +Wizard whispered to her that this wonderful queen had lived thousands +of years, but knew the secret of remaining always fresh and beautiful. + +King Bud of Noland and his dainty fair-haired sister, the Princess +Fluff, were friends of Zixi, as their kingdoms were adjoining, so they +had traveled together from their far-off domains to do honor to Ozma of +Oz on the occasion of her birthday. They brought many splendid gifts; +so the table was now fairly loaded down with presents. + +Dorothy and Polly loved the Princess Fluff the moment they saw her, and +little King Bud was so frank and boyish that Button-Bright accepted him +as a chum at once and did not want him to go away. But it was after +noon now, and the royal guests must prepare their toilets for the grand +banquet at which they were to assemble that evening to meet the +reigning Princess of this Fairyland; so Queen Zixi was shown to her +room by a troop of maidens led by Jellia Jamb, and Bud and Fluff +presently withdrew to their own apartments. + +"My! what a big party Ozma is going to have," exclaimed Dorothy. "I +guess the palace will be chock full, Button-Bright; don't you think so?" + +"Don't know," said the boy. + +"But we must go to our rooms, pretty soon, to dress for the banquet," +continued the girl. + +"I don't have to dress," said the Candy Man from Merryland. "All I +need do is to dust myself with fresh sugar." + +"Tik-tok always wears the same suits of clothes," said the Tin Woodman; +"and so does our friend the Scarecrow." + +"My feathers are good enough for any occasion," cried Billina, from her +corner. + +"Then I shall leave you four to welcome any new guests that come," said +Dorothy; "for Button-Bright and I must look our very best at Ozma's +banquet." + +"Who is still to come?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Well, there's King Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton, and Johnny Dooit, and the +Good Witch of the North. But Johnny Dooit may not get here until late, +he's so very busy." + +"We will receive them and give them a proper welcome," promised the +Scarecrow. "So run along, little Dorothy, and get yourself dressed." + + + + +23. The Grand Banquet + + +I wish I could tell you how fine the company was that assembled that +evening at Ozma's royal banquet. A long table was spread in the center +of the great dining-hall of the palace and the splendor of the +decorations and the blaze of lights and jewels was acknowledged to be +the most magnificent sight that any of the guests had ever seen. + +The jolliest person present, as well as the most important, was of +course old Santa Claus; so he was given the seat of honor at one end of +the table while at the other end sat Princess Ozma, the hostess. + +John Dough, Queen Zixi, King Bud, the Queen of Ev and her son Evardo, +and the Queen of Merryland had golden thrones to sit in, while the +others were supplied with beautiful chairs. + +At the upper end of the banquet room was a separate table provided for +the animals. Toto sat at one end of this table with a bib tied around +his neck and a silver platter to eat from. At the other end was placed +a small stand, with a low rail around the edge of it, for Billina and +her chicks. The rail kept the ten little Dorothys from falling off the +stand, while the Yellow Hen could easily reach over and take her food +from her tray upon the table. At other places sat the Hungry Tiger, +the Cowardly Lion, the Saw-Horse, the Rubber Bear, the Fox King and the +Donkey King; they made quite a company of animals. + +At the lower end of the great room was another table, at which sat the +Ryls and Knooks who had come with Santa Claus, the wooden soldiers who +had come with the Queen of Merryland, and the Hilanders and Lolanders +who had come with John Dough. Here were also seated the officers of +the royal palace and of Ozma's army. + +The splendid costumes of those at the three tables made a gorgeous and +glittering display that no one present was ever likely to forget; +perhaps there has never been in any part of the world at any time +another assemblage of such wonderful people as that which gathered this +evening to honor the birthday of the Ruler of Oz. + +When all members of ethe company were in their places an orchestra of +five hundred pieces, in a balcony overlooking the banquet room, began +to play sweet and delightful music. Then a door draped with royal +green opened, and in came the fair and girlish Princess Ozma, who now +greeted her guests in person for the first time. + +As she stood by her throne at the head of the banquet table every eye +was turned eagerly upon the lovely Princess, who was as dignified as +she was bewitching, and who smiled upon all her old and new friends in +a way that touched their hearts and brought an answering smile to every +face. + +Each guest had been served with a crystal goblet filled with lacasa, +which is a sort of nectar famous in Oz and nicer to drink than +soda-water or lemonade. Santa now made a pretty speech in verse, +congratulating Ozma on having a birthday, and asking every one present +to drink to the health and happiness of their dearly beloved hostess. +This was done with great enthusiasm by those who were made so they +could drink at all, and those who could not drink politely touched the +rims of their goblets to their lips. All seated themselves at the +tables and the servants of the Princess began serving the feast. + +I am quite sure that only in Fairyland could such a delicious repast be +prepared. The dishes were of precious metals set with brilliant jewels +and the good things to eat which were placed upon them were countless +in number and of exquisite flavor. Several present, such as the Candy +Man, the Rubber Bear, Tik-tok, and the Scarecrow, were not made so they +could eat, and the Queen of Merryland contented herself with a small +dish of sawdust; but these enjoyed the pomp and glitter of the gorgeous +scene as much as did those who feasted. + +The Woggle-Bug read his "Ode to Ozma," which was written in very good +rhythm and was well received by the company. The Wizard added to the +entertainment by making a big pie appear before Dorothy, and when the +little girl cut the pie the nine tiny piglets leaped out of it and +danced around the table, while the orchestra played a merry tune. This +amused the company very much, but they were even more pleased when +Polychrome, whose hunger had been easily satisfied, rose from the table +and performed her graceful and bewildering Rainbow Dance for them. +When it was ended, the people clapped their hands and the animals +clapped their paws, while Billina cackled and the Donkey King brayed +approval. + +Johnny Dooit was present, and of course he proved he could do wonders +in the way of eating, as well as in everything else that he undertook +to do; the Tin Woodman sang a love song, every one joining in the +chorus; and the wooden soldiers from Merryland gave an exhibition of a +lightning drill with their wooden muskets; the Ryls and Knooks danced +the Fairy Circle; and the Rubber Bear bounced himself all around the +room. There was laughter and merriment on every side, and everybody +was having a royal good time. Button-Bright was so excited and +interested that he paid little attention to his fine dinner and a great +deal of attention to his queer companions; and perhaps he was wise to +do this, because he could eat at any other time. + +The feasting and merrymaking continued until late in the evening, when +they separated to meet again the next morning and take part in the +birthday celebration, to which this royal banquet was merely the +introduction. + + + + +24. The Birthday Celebration + + +A clear, perfect day, with a gentle breeze and a sunny sky, greeted +Princess Ozma as she wakened next morning, the anniversary of her +birth. While it was yet early all the city was astir and crowds of +people came from all parts of the Land of Oz to witness the festivities +in honor of their girl Ruler's birthday. + +The noted visitors from foreign countries, who had all been transported +to the Emerald City by means of the Magic Belt, were as much a show to +the Ozites as were their own familiar celebrities, and the streets +leading from the royal palace to the jeweled gates were thronged with +men, women, and children to see the procession as it passed out to the +green fields where the ceremonies were to take place. + +And what a great procession it was! + +First came a thousand young girls--the prettiest in the land--dressed +in white muslin, with green sashes and hair ribbons, bearing green +baskets of red roses. As they walked they scattered these flowers upon +the marble pavements, so that the way was carpeted thick with roses for +the procession to walk upon. + +Then came the Rulers of the four Kingdoms of Oz: the Emperor of the +Winkies, the Monarch of the Munchkins, the King of the Quadlings and +the Sovereign of the Gillikins, each wearing a long chain of emeralds +around his neck to show that he was a vassal of the Ruler of the +Emerald City. + +Next marched the Emerald City Cornet Band, clothed in green-and-gold +uniforms and playing the "Ozma Two-Step." The Royal Army of Oz +followed, consisting of twenty-seven officers, from the Captain-General +down to the Lieutenants. There were no privates in Ozma's Army because +soldiers were not needed to fight battles, but only to look important, +and an officer always looks more imposing than a private. + +While the people cheered and waved their hats and handkerchiefs, there +came walking the Royal Princess Ozma, looking so pretty and sweet that +it is no wonder her people love her so dearly. She had decided she +would not ride in her chariot that day, as she preferred to walk in the +procession with her favored subjects and her guests. Just in front of +her trotted the living Blue Bear Rug owned by old Dyna, which wobbled +clumsily on its four feet because there was nothing but the skin to +support them, with a stuffed head at one end and a stubby tail at the +other. But whenever Ozma paused in her walk the Bear Rug would flop +down flat upon the ground for the princess to stand upon until she +resumed her progress. + +Following the Princess stalked her two enormous beasts, the Cowardly +Lion and the Hungry Tiger, and even if the Army had not been there +these two would have been powerful enough to guard their mistress from +any harm. + +Next marched the invited guests, who were loudly cheered by the people +of Oz along the road, and were therefore obliged to bow to right and +left almost every step of the way. First was Santa Claus, who, because +he was fat and not used to walking, rode the wonderful Saw-Horse. The +merry old gentleman had a basket of small toys with him, and he tossed +the toys one by one to the children as he passed by. His Ryls and +Knooks marched close behind him. + +Queen Zixi of Ix came after; then John Dough and the Cherub, with the +rubber bear named Para Bruin strutting between them on its hind legs; +then the Queen of Merryland, escorted by her wooden soldiers; then King +Bud of Noland and his sister, the Princess Fluff; then the Queen of Ev +and her ten royal children; then the Braided Man and the Candy Man, +side by side; then King Dox of Foxville and King Kik-a-bray of +Dunkiton, who by this time had become good friends; and finally Johnny +Dooit, in his leather apron, smoking his long pipe. + +These wonderful personages were not more heartily cheered by the people +than were those who followed after them in the procession. Dorothy was +a general favorite, and she walked arm in arm with the Scarecrow, who +was beloved by all. Then came Polychrome and Button-Bright, and the +people loved the Rainbow's pretty Daughter and the beautiful blue-eyed +boy as soon as they saw them. The shaggy man in his shaggy new suit +attracted much attention because he was such a novelty. With regular +steps tramped the machine-man Tik-tok, and there was more cheering when +the Wizard of Oz followed in the procession. The Woggle-Bug and Jack +Pumpkinhead were next, and behind them Glinda the Sorceress and the +Good Witch of the North. Finally came Billina, with her brood of +chickens to whom she clucked anxiously to keep them together and to +hasten them along so they would not delay the procession. + +Another band followed, this time the Tin Band of the Emperor of the +Winkies, playing a beautiful march called, "There's No Plate Like Tin." +Then came the servants of the Royal Palace, in a long line, and behind +them all the people joined the procession and marched away through the +emerald gates and out upon the broad green. + +Here had been erected a splendid pavilion, with a grandstand big enough +to seat all the royal party and those who had taken part in the +procession. Over the pavilion, which was of green silk and cloth of +gold, countless banners waved in the breeze. Just in front of this, +and connected with it by a runway had been built a broad platform, so +that all the spectators could see plainly the entertainment provided +for them. + +The Wizard now became Master of Ceremonies, as Ozma had placed the +conduct of the performance in his hands. After the people had all +congregated about the platform and the royal party and the visitors +were seated in the grandstand, the Wizard skillfully performed some +feats of juggling glass balls and lighted candles. He tossed a dozen +or so of them high in the air and caught them one by one as they came +down, without missing any. + +Then he introduced the Scarecrow, who did a sword-swallowing act that +aroused much interest. After this the Tin Woodman gave an exhibition +of Swinging the Axe, which he made to whirl around him so rapidly that +the eye could scarcely follow the motion of the gleaming blade. Glinda +the Sorceress then stepped upon the platform, and by her magic made a +big tree grow in the middle of the space, made blossoms appear upon the +tree, and made the blossoms become delicious fruit called tamornas, and +so great was the quantity of fruit produced that when the servants +climbed the tree and tossed it down to the crowd, there was enough to +satisfy every person present. + +Para Bruin, the rubber bear, climbed to a limb of the big tree, rolled +himself into a ball, and dropped to the platform, whence he bounded up +again to the limb. He repeated this bouncing act several times, to the +great delight of all the children present. After he had finished, and +bowed, and returned to his seat, Glinda waved her wand and the tree +disappeared; but its fruit still remained to be eaten. + +The Good Witch of the North amused the people by transforming ten +stones into ten birds, the ten birds into ten lambs, and the ten lambs +into ten little girls, who gave a pretty dance and were then +transformed into ten stones again, just as they were in the beginning. + +Johnny Dooit next came on the platform with his tool-chest, and in a +few minutes built a great flying machine; then put his chest in the +machine and the whole thing flew away together--Johnny and all--after +he had bid good-bye to those present and thanked the Princess for her +hospitality. + +The Wizard then announced the last act of all, which was considered +really wonderful. He had invented a machine to blow huge soap-bubbles, +as big as balloons, and this machine was hidden under the platform so +that only the rim of the big clay pipe to produce the bubbles showed +above the flooring. The tank of soapsuds, and the air-pumps to inflate +the bubbles, were out of sight beneath, so that when the bubbles began +to grow upon the floor of the platform it really seemed like magic to +the people of Oz, who knew nothing about even the common soap-bubbles +that our children blow with a penny clay pipe and a basin of +soap-and-water. + +The Wizard had invented another thing. Usually, soap-bubbles are frail +and burst easily, lasting only a few moments as they float in the air; +but the Wizard added a sort of glue to his soapsuds, which made his +bubbles tough; and, as the glue dried rapidly when exposed to the air, +the Wizard's bubbles were strong enough to float for hours without +breaking. + +He began by blowing--by means of his machinery and air-pumps--several +large bubbles which he allowed to float upward into the sky, where the +sunshine fell upon them and gave them iridescent hues that were most +beautiful. This aroused much wonder and delight because it was a new +amusement to every one present--except perhaps Dorothy and +Button-Bright, and even they had never seen such big, strong bubbles +before. + +The Wizard then blew a bunch of small bubbles and afterward blew a big +bubble around them so they were left in the center of it; then he +allowed the whole mass of pretty globes to float into the air and +disappear in the far distant sky. + +"That is really fine!" declared Santa Claus, who loved toys and pretty +things. "I think, Mr. Wizard, I shall have you blow a bubble around +me; then I can float away home and see the country spread out beneath +me as I travel. There isn't a spot on earth that I haven't visited, +but I usually go in the night-time, riding behind my swift reindeer. +Here is a good chance to observe the country by daylight, while I am +riding slowly and at my ease." + +"Do you think you will be able to guide the bubble?" asked the Wizard. + +"Oh yes; I know enough magic to do that," replied Santa Claus. "You +blow the bubble, with me inside of it, and I'll be sure to get home in +safety." + +"Please send me home in a bubble, too!" begged the Queen of Merryland. + +"Very well, madam; you shall try the journey first," politely answered +old Santa. + +The pretty wax doll bade good-bye to the Princess Ozma and the others +and stood on the platform while the Wizard blew a big soap-bubble +around her. When completed, he allowed the bubble to float slowly +upward, and there could be seen the little Queen of Merryland standing +in the middle of it and blowing kisses from her fingers to those below. +The bubble took a southerly direction, quickly floating out of sight. + +"That's a very nice way to travel," said Princess Fluff. "I'd like to +go home in a bubble, too." + +So the Wizard blew a big bubble around Princess Fluff, and another +around King Bud, her brother, and a third one around Queen Zixi; and +soon these three bubbles had mounted into the sky and were floating off +in a group in the direction of the kingdom of Noland. + +The success of these ventures induced the other guests from foreign +lands to undertake bubble journeys, also; so the Wizard put them one by +one inside his bubbles, and Santa Claus directed the way they should +go, because he knew exactly where everybody lived. + +Finally, Button-Bright said: + +"I want to go home, too." + +"Why, so you shall!" cried Santa; "for I'm sure your father and mother +will be glad to see you again. Mr. Wizard, please blow a big, fine +bubble for Button-Bright to ride in, and I'll agree to send him home to +his family as safe as safe can be." + +"I'm sorry," said Dorothy with a sigh, for she was fond of her little +comrade; "but p'raps it's best for Button-Bright to get home; 'cause +his folks must be worrying just dreadful." + +She kissed the boy, and Ozma kissed him, too, and all the others waved +their hands and said good-bye and wished him a pleasant journey. + +"Are you glad to leave us, dear?" asked Dorothy, a little wistfully. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +He sat down cross-legged on the platform, with his sailor hat tipped +back on his head, and the Wizard blew a beautiful bubble all around him. + +A minute later it had mounted into the sky, sailing toward the west, +and the last they saw of Button-Bright he was still sitting in the +middle of the shining globe and waving his sailor hat at those below. + +"Will you ride in a bubble, or shall I send you and Toto home by means +of the Magic Belt?" the Princess asked Dorothy. + +"Guess I'll use the Belt," replied the little girl. "I'm sort of +'fraid of those bubbles." + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, approvingly. He loved to bark at the bubbles as +they sailed away, but he didn't care to ride in one. + +Santa Claus decided to go next. He thanked Ozma for her hospitality +and wished her many happy returns of the day. Then the Wizard blew a +bubble around his chubby little body and smaller bubbles around each of +his Ryls and Knooks. + +As the kind and generous friend of children mounted into the air the +people all cheered at the top of their voices, for they loved Santa +Claus dearly; and the little man heard them through the walls of his +bubble and waved his hands in return as he smiled down upon them. The +band played bravely while every one watched the bubble until it was +completely out of sight. + +"How 'bout you, Polly?" Dorothy asked her friend. "Are you 'fraid of +bubbles, too?" + +"No," answered Polychrome, smiling; "but Santa Claus promised to speak +to my father as he passed through the sky. So perhaps I shall get home +an easier way." + +Indeed, the little maid had scarcely made this speech when a sudden +radiance filled the air, and while the people looked on in wonder the +end of a gorgeous rainbow slowly settled down upon the platform. + +With a glad cry, the Rainbow's Daughter sprang from her seat and danced +along the curve of the bow, mounting gradually upward, while the folds +of her gauzy gown whirled and floated around her like a cloud and +blended with the colors of the rainbow itself. + +"Good-bye Ozma! Good-bye Dorothy!" cried a voice they knew belonged to +Polychrome; but now the little maiden's form had melted wholly into the +rainbow, and their eyes could no longer see her. + +Suddenly, the end of the rainbow lifted and its colors slowly faded +like mist before a breeze. Dorothy sighed deeply and turned to Ozma. + +"I'm sorry to lose Polly," she said; "but I guess she's better off with +her father; 'cause even the Land of Oz couldn't be like home to a cloud +fairy." + +"No indeed," replied the Princess; "but it has been delightful for us +to know Polychrome for a little while, and--who knows?--perhaps we may +meet the Rainbow's Daughter again, some day." + +The entertainment being now ended, all left the pavilion and formed +their gay procession back to the Emerald City again. Of Dorothy's +recent traveling companions only Toto and the shaggy man remained, and +Ozma had decided to allow the latter to live in Oz for a time, at +least. If he proved honest and true she promised to let him live there +always, and the shaggy man was anxious to earn this reward. + +They had a nice quiet dinner together and passed a pleasant evening +with the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, Tik-tok, and the Yellow Hen for +company. + +When Dorothy bade them good-night, she kissed them all good-bye at the +same time. For Ozma had agreed that while Dorothy slept she and Toto +should be transported by means of the Magic Belt to her own little bed +in the Kansas farm-house and the little girl laughed as she thought how +astonished Uncle Henry and Aunt Em would be when she came down to +breakfast with them next morning. + +Quite content to have had so pleasant an adventure, and a little tired +by all the day's busy scenes, Dorothy clasped Toto in her arms and lay +down upon the pretty white bed in her room in Ozma's royal palace. + +Presently she was sound asleep. + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROAD TO OZ *** + +***** This file should be named 485.txt or 485.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/4/8/485/ + +Produced by Warren Baldwin and Dennis Amundson. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +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 + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. Binary files differdiff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6312041 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize +this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright +status under the laws that apply to them. diff --git a/README.md b/README.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ed7a33e --- /dev/null +++ b/README.md @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ +Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for +eBook #485 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/485) diff --git a/old/rd2oz10.txt b/old/rd2oz10.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e786218 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5405 @@ +The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum +#6 in our L. Frank Baum series +#5 in the Oz series + +Copyright laws are changing all over the world, be sure to check +the copyright laws for your country before posting these files!! + +Please take a look at the important information in this header. +We encourage you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an +electronic path open for the next readers. Do not remove this. + + +**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts** + +**Etexts Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971** + +*These Etexts Prepared By Hundreds of Volunteers and Donations* + +Information on contacting Project Gutenberg to get Etexts, and +further information is included below. We need your donations. + + +The Road to Oz + +by L. Frank Baum + +April, 1996 [Etext #485] + + +The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum +*****This file should be named rd2oz10.txt or rd2oz10.zip****** + +Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, rd2oz11.txt. +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, rd2oz10a.txt. + + +This etext was created by Warren Baldwin, and was proofed by +Dennis Amundson, Fargo, North Dakota. Etext was typied in using +an unabridged edition of the text. + + +We are now trying to release all our books one month in advance +of the official release dates, for time for better editing. + +Please note: neither this list nor its contents are final till +midnight of the last day of the month of any such announcement. +The official release date of all Project Gutenberg Etexts is at +Midnight, Central Time, of the last day of the stated month. A +preliminary version may often be posted for suggestion, comment +and editing by those who wish to do so. To be sure you have an +up to date first edition [xxxxx10x.xxx] please check file sizes +in the first week of the next month. Since our ftp program has +a bug in it that scrambles the date [tried to fix and failed] a +look at the file size will have to do, but we will try to see a +new copy has at least one byte more or less. + + +Information about Project Gutenberg (one page) + +We produce about two million dollars for each hour we work. The +fifty hours is one conservative estimate for how long it we take +to get any etext selected, entered, proofread, edited, copyright +searched and analyzed, the copyright letters written, etc. This +projected audience is one hundred million readers. If our value +per text is nominally estimated at one dollar then we produce $4 +million dollars per hour this year as we release some eight text +files per month: thus upping our productivity from $2 million. + +The Goal of Project Gutenberg is to Give Away One Trillion Etext +Files by the December 31, 2001. [10,000 x 100,000,000=Trillion] +This is ten thousand titles each to one hundred million readers, +which is 10% of the expected number of computer users by the end +of the year 2001. + +We need your donations more than ever! + +All donations should be made to "Project Gutenberg/IBC", and are +tax deductible to the extent allowable by law ("IBC" is Illinois +Benedictine College). (Subscriptions to our paper newsletter go +to IBC, too) + +For these and other matters, please mail to: + +Project Gutenberg +P. O. Box 2782 +Champaign, IL 61825 + +When all other email fails try our Michael S. Hart, Executive +Director: +hart@vmd.cso.uiuc.edu (internet) hart@uiucvmd (bitnet) + +We would prefer to send you this information by email +(Internet, Bitnet, Compuserve, ATTMAIL or MCImail). + +****** +If you have an FTP program (or emulator), please +FTP directly to the Project Gutenberg archives: +[Mac users, do NOT point and click. . .type] + +ftp uiarchive.cso.uiuc.edu +login: anonymous +password: your@login +cd etext/etext90 through /etext96 +or cd etext/articles [get suggest gut for more information] +dir [to see files] +get or mget [to get files. . .set bin for zip files] +GET INDEX?00.GUT +for a list of books +and +GET NEW GUT for general information +and +MGET GUT* for newsletters. + +**Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor** +(Three Pages) + + +***START**THE SMALL PRINT!**FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS**START*** +Why is this "Small Print!" statement here? You know: lawyers. +They tell us you might sue us if there is something wrong with +your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from +someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our +fault. So, among other things, this "Small Print!" statement +disclaims most of our liability to you. It also tells you how +you can distribute copies of this etext if you want to. + +*BEFORE!* YOU USE OR READ THIS ETEXT +By using or reading any part of this PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm +etext, you indicate that you understand, agree to and accept +this "Small Print!" statement. If you do not, you can receive +a refund of the money (if any) you paid for this etext by +sending a request within 30 days of receiving it to the person +you got it from. If you received this etext on a physical +medium (such as a disk), you must return it with your request. + +ABOUT PROJECT GUTENBERG-TM ETEXTS +This PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm etext, like most PROJECT GUTENBERG- +tm etexts, is a "public domain" work distributed by Professor +Michael S. Hart through the Project Gutenberg Association at +Illinois Benedictine College (the "Project"). Among other +things, this means that no one owns a United States copyright +on or for this work, so the Project (and you!) can copy and +distribute it in the United States without permission and +without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, set forth +below, apply if you wish to copy and distribute this etext +under the Project's "PROJECT GUTENBERG" trademark. + +To create these etexts, the Project expends considerable +efforts to identify, transcribe and proofread public domain +works. Despite these efforts, the Project's etexts and any +medium they may be on may contain "Defects". Among other +things, Defects may take the form of incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other +intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged +disk or other etext medium, a computer virus, or computer +codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. + +LIMITED WARRANTY; DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES +But for the "Right of Replacement or Refund" described below, +[1] the Project (and any other party you may receive this +etext from as a PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm etext) disclaims all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including +legal fees, and [2] YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE OR +UNDER STRICT LIABILITY, OR FOR BREACH OF WARRANTY OR CONTRACT, +INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE +OR INCIDENTAL DAMAGES, EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE +POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGES. + +If you discover a Defect in this etext within 90 days of +receiving it, you can receive a refund of the money (if any) +you paid for it by sending an explanatory note within that +time to the person you received it from. If you received it +on a physical medium, you must return it with your note, and +such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement +copy. If you received it electronically, such person may +choose to alternatively give you a second opportunity to +receive it electronically. + +THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS". NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, ARE MADE TO YOU AS +TO THE ETEXT OR ANY MEDIUM IT MAY BE ON, INCLUDING BUT NOT +LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR A +PARTICULAR PURPOSE. + +Some states do not allow disclaimers of implied warranties or +the exclusion or limitation of consequential damages, so the +above disclaimers and exclusions may not apply to you, and you +may have other legal rights. + +INDEMNITY +You will indemnify and hold the Project, its directors, +officers, members and agents harmless from all liability, cost +and expense, including legal fees, that arise directly or +indirectly from any of the following that you do or cause: +[1] distribution of this etext, [2] alteration, modification, +or addition to the etext, or [3] any Defect. + +DISTRIBUTION UNDER "PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm" +You may distribute copies of this etext electronically, or by +disk, book or any other medium if you either delete this +"Small Print!" and all other references to Project Gutenberg, +or: + +[1] Only give exact copies of it. Among other things, this + requires that you do not remove, alter or modify the + etext or this "small print!" statement. You may however, + if you wish, distribute this etext in machine readable + binary, compressed, mark-up, or proprietary form, + including any form resulting from conversion by word pro- + cessing or hypertext software, but only so long as + *EITHER*: + + [*] The etext, when displayed, is clearly readable, and + does *not* contain characters other than those + intended by the author of the work, although tilde + (~), asterisk (*) and underline (_) characters may + be used to convey punctuation intended by the + author, and additional characters may be used to + indicate hypertext links; OR + + [*] The etext may be readily converted by the reader at + no expense into plain ASCII, EBCDIC or equivalent + form by the program that displays the etext (as is + the case, for instance, with most word processors); + OR + + [*] You provide, or agree to also provide on request at + no additional cost, fee or expense, a copy of the + etext in its original plain ASCII form (or in EBCDIC + or other equivalent proprietary form). + +[2] Honor the etext refund and replacement provisions of this + "Small Print!" statement. + +[3] Pay a trademark license fee to the Project of 20% of the + net profits you derive calculated using the method you + already use to calculate your applicable taxes. If you + don't derive profits, no royalty is due. Royalties are + payable to "Project Gutenberg Association / Illinois + Benedictine College" within the 60 days following each + date you prepare (or were legally required to prepare) + your annual (or equivalent periodic) tax return. + +WHAT IF YOU *WANT* TO SEND MONEY EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO? +The Project gratefully accepts contributions in money, time, +scanning machines, OCR software, public domain etexts, royalty +free copyright licenses, and every other sort of contribution +you can think of. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg +Association / Illinois Benedictine College". + +*END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +The Road to Oz + +In which is related how Dorothy Gale of Kansas, +The Shaggy Man, Button Bright, and Polychrome +the Rainbow's Daughter met on an +Enchanted Road and followed +it all the way to the +Marvelous Land +of Oz. + +by L. Frank Baum +"Royal Historian of Oz" + + + +Contents + +--To My Readers-- +1. The Way to Butterfield +2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright +3. A Queer Village +4. King Dox +5. The Rainbow's Daughter +6. The City of Beasts +7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation +8. The Musicker +9. Facing the Scoodlers +10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle +11. Johnny Dooit Does It +12. The Deadly Desert Crossed +13. The Truth Pond +14. Tik-Tok and Billina +15. The Emperor's Tin Castle +16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field +17. The Royal Chariot Arrives +18. The Emerald City +19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome +20. Princess Ozma of Oz +21. Dorothy Receives the Guests +22. Important Arrivals +23. The Grand Banquet +24. The Birthday Celebration + + + + +To My Readers + + +Well, my dears, here is what you have asked for: another "Oz Book" +about Dorothy's strange adventures. Toto is in this story, because +you wanted him to be there, and many other characters which you will +recognize are in the story, too. Indeed, the wishes of my little +correspondents have been considered as carefully as possible, and if +the story is not exactly as you would have written it yourselves, you +must remember that a story has to be a story before it can be written +down, and the writer cannot change it much without spoiling it. + +In the preface to "Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz" I said I would like +to write some stories that were not "Oz" stories, because I thought I +had written about Oz long enough; but since that volume was published +I have been fairly deluged with letters from children imploring me to +"write more about Dorothy," and "more about Oz," and since I write +only to please the children I shall try to respect their wishes. + +There are some new characters in this book that ought to win your +live. I'm very fond of the shaggy man myself, and I think you will +like him, too. As for Polychrome--the Rainbow's Daughter--and stupid +little Button-Bright, they seem to have brought a new element of fun +into these Oz stories, and I am glad I discovered them. Yet I am +anxious to have you write and tell me how you like them. + +Since this book was written I have received some very remarkable News +from The Land of Oz, which has greatly astonished me. I believe it +will astonish you, too, my dears, when you hear it. But it is such a +long and exciting story that it must be saved for another book--and +perhaps that book will be the last story that will ever be told about +the Land of Oz. + +L. FRANK BAUM + +Coronado, 1909. + + + +1. The Way to Butterfield + + +"Please, miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road +to Butterfield?" + +Dorothy looked him over. Yes, he was shaggy, all right, but there was +a twinkle in his eye that seemed pleasant. + +"Oh yes," she replied; "I can tell you. But it isn't this road at all." + +"No?" + +"You cross the ten-acre lot, follow the lane to the highway, go north +to the five branches, and take--let me see--" + +"To be sure, miss; see as far as Butterfield, if you like," said the +shaggy man. + +"You take the branch next the willow stump, I b'lieve; or else the +branch by the gopher holes; or else--" + +"Won't any of 'em do, miss?" + +"'Course not, Shaggy Man. You must take the right road to get +to Butterfield." + +"And is that the one by the gopher stump, or--" + +"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I shall have to show you the way, you're +so stupid. Wait a minute till I run in the house and get my sunbonnet." + +The shaggy man waited. He had an oat-straw in his mouth, which he +chewed slowly as if it tasted good; but it didn't. There was an +apple-tree beside the house, and some apples had fallen to the ground. +The shaggy man thought they would taste better than the oat-straw, so +he walked over to get some. A little black dog with bright brown eyes +dashed out of the farm-house and ran madly toward the shaggy man, who +had already picked up three apples and put them in one of the big +wide pockets of his shaggy coat. The little dog barked and made a +dive for the shaggy man's leg; but he grabbed the dog by the neck and +put it in his big pocket along with the apples. He took more apples, +afterward, for many were on the ground; and each one that he tossed +into his pocket hit the little dog somewhere upon the head or back, +and made him growl. The little dog's name was Toto, and he was sorry +he had been put in the shaggy man's pocket. + +Pretty soon Dorothy came out of the house with her sunbonnet, and she +called out: + +"Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to +Butterfield." She climbed the fence into the ten-acre lot and he +followed her, walking slowly and stumbling over the little hillocks in +the pasture as if he was thinking of something else and did not notice +them. + +"My, but you're clumsy!" said the little girl. "Are your feet tired?" + +"No, miss; it's my whiskers; they tire very easily in this warm +weather," said he. "I wish it would snow, don't you?" + +"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look. +"If it snowed in August it would spoil the corn and the oats and the +wheat; and then Uncle Henry wouldn't have any crops; and that would +make him poor; and--" + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man. "It won't snow, I guess. Is this +the lane?" + +"Yes," replied Dorothy, climbing another fence; "I'll go as far as +the highway with you." + +"Thankee, miss; you're very kind for your size, I'm sure," +said he gratefully. + +"It isn't everyone who knows the road to Butterfield," Dorothy +remarked as she tripped along the lane; "but I've driven there many a +time with Uncle Henry, and so I b'lieve I could find it blindfolded." + +"Don't do that, miss," said the shaggy man earnestly; "you might make +a mistake." + +"I won't," she answered, laughing. "Here's the highway. Now it's the +second--no, the third turn to the left--or else it's the fourth. +Let's see. The first one is by the elm tree, and the second is by the +gopher holes; and then--" + +"Then what?" he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets. +Toto grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of +that pocket quickly, and said "Oh!" + +Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with +her arm, looking anxiously down the road. + +"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may +as well show you." + +After a while, they came to the place where five roads branched in +different directions; Dorothy pointed to one, and said: + +"That's it, Shaggy Man." + +"I'm much obliged, miss," he said, and started along another road. + +"Not that one!" she cried; "you're going wrong." + +He stopped. + +"I thought you said that other was the road to Butterfield," said he, +running his fingers through his shaggy whiskers in a puzzled way. + +"So it is." + +"But I don't want to go to Butterfield, miss." + +"You don't?" + +"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go +there by mistake." + +"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?" + +"I'm not particular, miss." + +This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too, +to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing. + +"There are a good many roads here," observed the shaggy man, turning +slowly around, like a human windmill. "Seems to me a person could go +'most anywhere, from this place." + +Dorothy turned around too, and gazed in surprise. There WERE a +good many roads; more than she had ever seen before. She tried to +count them, knowing there ought to be five, but when she had counted +seventeen she grew bewildered and stopped, for the roads were as many +as the spokes of a wheel and ran in every direction from the place +where they stood; so if she kept on counting she was likely to count +some of the roads twice. + +"Dear me!" she exclaimed. "There used to be only five roads, highway +and all. And now--why, where's the highway, Shaggy Man?" + +"Can't say, miss," he responded, sitting down upon the ground as if +tired with standing. "Wasn't it here a minute ago?" + +"I thought so," she answered, greatly perplexed. "And I saw the +gopher holes, too, and the dead stump; but they're not here now. +These roads are all strange--and what a lot of them there are! +Where do you suppose they all go to?" + +"Roads," observed the shaggy man, "don't go anywhere. They stay in +one place, so folks can walk on them." + +He put his hand in his side-pocket and drew out an apple--quick, +before Toto could bite him again. The little dog got his head out +this time and said "Bow-wow!" so loudly that it made Dorothy jump. + +"O, Toto!" she cried; "where did you come from?" + +"I brought him along," said the shaggy man. + +"What for?" she asked. + +"To guard these apples in my pocket, miss, so no one would steal them." + +With one hand the shaggy man held the apple, which he began eating, +while with the other hand he pulled Toto out of his pocket and dropped +him to the ground. Of course Toto made for Dorothy at once, barking +joyfully at his release from the dark pocket. When the child had +patted his head lovingly, he sat down before her, his red tongue +hanging out one side of his mouth, and looked up into her face with +his bright brown eyes, as if asking her what they should do next. + +Dorothy didn't know. She looked around her anxiously for some +familiar landmark; but everything was strange. Between the branches +of the many roads were green meadows and a few shrubs and trees, but +she couldn't see anywhere the farm-house from which she had just come, +or anything she had ever seen before--except the shaggy man and Toto. +Besides this, she had turned around and around so many times trying to +find out where she was, that now she couldn't even tell which +direction the farm-house ought to be in; and this began to worry her +and make her feel anxious. + +"I'm 'fraid, Shaggy Man," she said, with a sigh, "that we're lost!" + +"That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied, throwing away the core +of his apple and beginning to eat another one. "Each of these roads +must lead somewhere, or it wouldn't be here. So what does it matter?" + +"I want to go home again," she said. + +"Well, why don't you?" said he. + +"I don't know which road to take." + +"That is too bad," he said, shaking his shaggy head gravely. "I wish +I could help you; but I can't. I'm a stranger in these parts." + +"Seems as if I were, too," she said, sitting down beside him. "It's +funny. A few minutes ago I was home, and I just came to show you the +way to Butterfield--" + +"So I shouldn't make a mistake and go there--" + +"And now I'm lost myself and don't know how to get home!" + +"Have an apple," suggested the shaggy man, handing her one with pretty +red cheeks. + +"I'm not hungry," said Dorothy, pushing it away. + +"But you may be, to-morrow; then you'll be sorry you didn't eat the +apple," said he. + +"If I am, I'll eat the apple then," promised Dorothy. + +"Perhaps there won't be any apple then," he returned, beginning to eat +the red-cheeked one himself. "Dogs sometimes can find their way home +better than people," he went on; "perhaps your dog can lead you back +to the farm." + +"Will you, Toto?" asked Dorothy. + +Toto wagged his tail vigorously. + +"All right," said the girl; "let's go home." + +Toto looked around a minute and dashed up one of the roads. + +"Good-bye, Shaggy Man," called Dorothy, and ran after Toto. The +little dog pranced briskly along for some distance; when he turned +around and looked at his mistress questioningly. + +"Oh, don't 'spect ME to tell you anything; I don't know the way," she +said. "You'll have to find it yourself." + +But Toto couldn't. He wagged his tail, and sneezed, and shook his +ears, and trotted back where they had left the shaggy man. From here +he started along another road; then came back and tried another; but +each time he found the way strange and decided it would not take them +to the farm-house. Finally, when Dorothy had begun to tire with +chasing after him, Toto sat down panting beside the shaggy man and +gave up. + +Dorothy sat down, too, very thoughtful. The little girl had +encountered some queer adventures since she came to live at the farm; +but this was the queerest of them all. To get lost in fifteen minutes, +so near to her home and in the unromantic State of Kansas, was an +experience that fairly bewildered her. + +"Will your folks worry?" asked the shaggy man, his eyes twinkling in +a pleasant way. + +"I s'pose so," answered Dorothy with a sigh. "Uncle Henry says +there's ALWAYS something happening to me; but I've always come +home safe at the last. So perhaps he'll take comfort and think I'll +come home safe this time." + +"I'm sure you will," said the shaggy man, smilingly nodding at her. +"Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I'm +good, too; so nothing ever hurts me." + +Dorothy looked at him curiously. His clothes were shaggy, his boots +were shaggy and full of holes, and his hair and whiskers were shaggy. +But his smile was sweet and his eyes were kind. + +"Why didn't you want to go to Butterfield?" she asked. + +"Because a man lives there who owes me fifteen cents, and if I went to +Butterfield and he saw me he'd want to pay me the money. I don't want +money, my dear." + +"Why not?" she inquired. + +"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty. I +don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love +me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet, everyone I meet is sure to +love me dearly." + +"The Love Magnet! Why, what's that?" + +"I'll show you, if you won't tell any one," he answered, in a low, +mysterious voice. + +"There isn't any one to tell, 'cept Toto," said the girl. + +The shaggy man searched in one pocket, carefully; and in another +pocket; and in a third. At last he drew out a small parcel wrapped in +crumpled paper and tied with a cotton string. He unwound the string, +opened the parcel, and took out a bit of metal shaped like a +horseshoe. It was dull and brown, and not very pretty. + +"This, my dear," said he, impressively, "is the wonderful Love Magnet. +It was given me by an Eskimo in the Sandwich Islands--where there are +no sandwiches at all--and as long as I carry it every living thing I +meet will love me dearly." + +"Why didn't the Eskimo keep it?" she asked, looking at the Magnet +with interest. + +"He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. +So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him." + +"Wasn't he sorry then?" she inquired. + +"He didn't say," replied the shaggy man, wrapping and tying the Love +Magnet with great care and putting it away in another pocket. "But +the bear didn't seem sorry a bit," he added. + +"Did you know the bear?" asked Dorothy. + +"Yes; we used to play ball together in the Caviar Islands. The bear +loved me because I had the Love Magnet. I couldn't blame him for +eating the Eskimo, because it was his nature to do so." + +"Once," said Dorothy, "I knew a Hungry Tiger who longed to eat fat +babies, because it was his nature to; but he never ate any because he +had a Conscience." + +"This bear," replied the shaggy man, with a sigh, "had no Conscience, +you see." + +The shaggy man sat silent for several minutes, apparently considering +the cases of the bear and the tiger, while Toto watched him with an +air of great interest. The little dog was doubtless thinking of his +ride in the shaggy man's pocket and planning to keep out of reach in +the future. + +At last the shaggy man turned and inquired, "What's your name, +little girl?" + +"My name's Dorothy," said she, jumping up again, "but what are we +going to do? We can't stay here forever, you know." + +"Let's take the seventh road," he suggested. "Seven is a lucky number +for little girls named Dorothy." + +"The seventh from where?" + +"From where you begin to count." + +So she counted seven roads, and the seventh looked just like all the +others; but the shaggy man got up from the ground where he had been +sitting and started down this road as if sure it was the best way to +go; and Dorothy and Toto followed him. + + + +2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright + + +The seventh road was a good road, and curved this way and that-- +winding through green meadows and fields covered with daisies and +buttercups and past groups of shady trees. There were no houses +of any sort to be seen, and for some distance they met with no living +creature at all. + +Dorothy began to fear they were getting a good way from the +farm-house, since here everything was strange to her; but it would do +no good at all to go back where the other roads all met, because the +next one they chose might lead her just as far from home. + +She kept on beside the shaggy man, who whistled cheerful tunes to +beguile the journey, until by and by they followed a turn in the road +and saw before them a big chestnut tree making a shady spot over the +highway. In the shade sat a little boy dressed in sailor clothes, who +was digging a hole in the earth with a bit of wood. He must have been +digging some time, because the hole was already big enough to drop a +football into. + +Dorothy and Toto and the shaggy man came to a halt before the little +boy, who kept on digging in a sober and persistent fashion. + +"Who are you?" asked the girl. + +He looked up at her calmly. His face was round and chubby and his +eyes were big, blue and earnest. + +"I'm Button-Bright," said he. + +"But what's your real name?" she inquired. + +"Button-Bright." + +"That isn't a really-truly name!" she exclaimed. + +"Isn't it?" he asked, still digging. + +"'Course not. It's just a--a thing to call you by. You must have a name." + +"Must I?" + +"To be sure. What does your mama call you?" + +He paused in his digging and tried to think. + +"Papa always said I was bright as a button; so mama always called me +Button-Bright," he said. + +"What is your papa's name?" + +"Just Papa." + +"What else?" + +"Don't know." + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, smiling. "We'll call the boy +Button-Bright, as his mama does. That name is as good as any, +and better than some." + +Dorothy watched the boy dig. + +"Where do you live?" she asked. + +"Don't know," was the reply. + +"How did you come here?" + +"Don't know," he said again. + +"Don't you know where you came from?" + +"No," said he. + +"Why, he must be lost," she said to the shaggy man. She turned +to the boy once more. + +"What are you going to do?" she inquired. + +"Dig," said he. + +"But you can't dig forever; and what are you going to do then?" +she persisted. + +"Don't know," said the boy. + +"But you MUST know SOMETHING," declared Dorothy, getting provoked. + +"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise. + +"Of course you must." + +"What must I know?" + +"What's going to become of you, for one thing," she answered. + +"Do YOU know what's going to become of me?" he asked. + +"Not--not 'zactly," she admitted. + +"Do you know what's going to become of YOU?" he continued, earnestly. + +"I can't say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present difficulties. + +The shaggy man laughed. + +"No one knows everything, Dorothy," he said. + +"But Button-Bright doesn't seem to know ANYthing," she declared. "Do +you, Button-Bright?" + +He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied +with perfect calmness: + +"Don't know." + +Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little +information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure +to worry about him. He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, +and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much +pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this +lonely road? she wondered. + +Near Button-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor +on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, +and the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its +corners. The boy was still digging at his hole. + +"Have you ever been to sea?" asked Dorothy. + +"To see what?" answered Button-Bright. + +"I mean, have you ever been where there's water?" + +"Yes," said Button-Bright; "there's a well in our back yard." + +"You don't understand," cried Dorothy. "I mean, have you ever been on +a big ship floating on a big ocean?" + +"Don't know," said he. + +"Then why do you wear sailor clothes?" + +"Don't know," he answered, again. + +Dorothy was in despair. + +"You're just AWFUL stupid, Button-Bright," she said. + +"Am I?" he asked. + +"Yes, you are." + +"Why?" looking up at her with big eyes. + +She was going to say: "Don't know," but stopped herself in time. + +"That's for you to answer," she replied. + +"It's no use asking Button-Bright questions," said the shaggy man, who +had been eating another apple; "but someone ought to take care of the +poor little chap, don't you think? So he'd better come along with us." + +Toto had been looking with great curiosity in the hole which the boy +was digging, and growing more and more excited every minute, perhaps +thinking that Button-Bright was after some wild animal. The little +dog began barking loudly and jumped into the hole himself, where he +began to dig with his tiny paws, making the earth fly in all directions. +It spattered over the boy. Dorothy seized him and raised him to +his feet, brushing his clothes with her hand. + +"Stop that, Toto!" she called. "There aren't any mice or woodchucks +in that hole, so don't be foolish." + +Toto stopped, sniffed at the hole suspiciously, and jumped out of it, +wagging his tail as if he had done something important. + +"Well," said the shaggy man, "let's start on, or we won't get anywhere +before night comes." + +"Where do you expect to get to?" asked Dorothy. + +"I'm like Button-Bright. I don't know," answered the shaggy man, with +a laugh. "But I've learned from long experience that every road leads +somewhere, or there wouldn't be any road; so it's likely that if we +travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in +the end. What place it will be we can't even guess at this moment, +but we're sure to find out when we get there." + +"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "that seems reas'n'ble, Shaggy Man." + + + +3. A Queer Village + + +Button-Bright took the shaggy man's hand willingly; for the shaggy man +had the Love Magnet, you know, which was the reason Button-Bright had +loved him at once. They started on, with Dorothy on one side, and Toto +on the other, the little party trudging along more cheerfully than you +might have supposed. The girl was getting used to queer adventures, +which interested her very much. Wherever Dorothy went Toto was sure +to go, like Mary's little lamb. Button-Bright didn't seem a bit +afraid or worried because he was lost, and the shaggy man had no home, +perhaps, and was as happy in one place as in another. + +Before long they saw ahead of them a fine big arch spanning the +road, and when they came nearer they found that the arch was +beautifully carved and decorated with rich colors. A row of peacocks +with spread tails ran along the top of it, and all the feathers were +gorgeously painted. In the center was a large fox's head, and the fox +wore a shrewd and knowing expression and had large spectacles over its +eyes and a small golden crown with shiny points on top of its head. + +While the travelers were looking with curiosity at this beautiful +arch there suddenly marched out of it a company of soldiers--only the +soldiers were all foxes dressed in uniforms. They wore green jackets +and yellow pantaloons, and their little round caps and their high +boots were a bright red color. Also, there was a big red bow tied +about the middle of each long, bushy tail. Each soldier was armed +with a wooden sword having an edge of sharp teeth set in a row, and +the sight of these teeth at first caused Dorothy to shudder. + +A captain marched in front of the company of fox-soldiers, his uniform +embroidered with gold braid to make it handsomer than the others. + +Almost before our friends realized it the soldiers had surrounded +them on all sides, and the captain was calling out in a harsh voice: + +"Surrender! You are our prisoners." + +"What's a pris'ner?" asked Button-Bright. + +"A prisoner is a captive," replied the fox-captain, strutting up and +down with much dignity. + +"What's a captive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"You're one," said the captain. + +That made the shaggy man laugh + +"Good afternoon, captain," he said, bowing politely to all the foxes +and very low to their commander. "I trust you are in good health, and +that your families are all well?" + +The fox-captain looked at the shaggy man, and his sharp features grew +pleasant and smiling. + +"We're pretty well, thank you, Shaggy Man," said he; and Dorothy knew +that the Love Magnet was working and that all the foxes now loved the +shaggy man because of it. But Toto didn't know this, for he began +barking angrily and tried to bite the captain's hairy leg where it +showed between his red boots and his yellow pantaloons. + +"Stop, Toto!" cried the little girl, seizing the dog in her arms. +"These are our friends." + +"Why, so we are!" remarked the captain in tones of astonishment. +"I thought at first we were enemies, but it seems you are friends +instead. You must come with me to see King Dox." + +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright, with earnest eyes. + +"King Dox of Foxville; the great and wise sovereign who rules over +our community." + +"What's sov'rin, and what's c'u'nity?" inquired Button-Bright. + +"Don't ask so many questions, little boy." + +"Why?" + +"Ah, why indeed?" exclaimed the captain, looking at Button-Bright +admiringly. "If you don't ask questions you will learn nothing. +True enough. I was wrong. You're a very clever little boy, come to +think of it--very clever indeed. But now, friends, please come with +me, for it is my duty to escort you at once to the royal palace." + +The soldiers marched back through the arch again, and with them +marched the shaggy man, Dorothy, Toto, and Button-Bright. Once +through the opening they found a fine, big city spread out before +them, all the houses of carved marble in beautiful colors. The +decorations were mostly birds and other fowl, such as peacocks, +pheasants, turkeys, prairie-chickens, ducks, and geese. Over each +doorway was carved a head representing the fox who lived in that +house, this effect being quite pretty and unusual. + +As our friends marched along, some of the foxes came out on the +porches and balconies to get a view of the strangers. These foxes +were all handsomely dressed, the girl-foxes and women-foxes wearing +gowns of feathers woven together effectively and colored in bright +hues which Dorothy thought were quite artistic and decidedly attractive. + +Button-Bright stared until his eyes were big and round, and he would +have stumbled and fallen more than once had not the shaggy man grasped +his hand tightly. They were all interested, and Toto was so excited +he wanted to bark every minute and to chase and fight every fox he +caught sight of; but Dorothy held his little wiggling body fast in her +arms and commanded him to be good and behave himself. So he finally +quieted down, like a wise doggy, deciding there were too many foxes in +Foxville to fight at one time. + +By-and-by they came to a big square, and in the center of the square +stood the royal palace. Dorothy knew it at once because it had over +its great door the carved head of a fox just like the one she had seen +on the arch, and this fox was the only one who wore a golden crown. + +There were many fox-soldiers guarding the door, but they bowed to the +captain and admitted him without question. The captain led them +through many rooms, where richly dressed foxes were sitting on +beautiful chairs or sipping tea, which was being passed around by +fox-servants in white aprons. They came to a big doorway covered with +heavy curtains of cloth of gold. + +Beside this doorway stood a huge drum. The fox-captain went to this +drum and knocked his knees against it-- first one knee and then the +other--so that the drum said: "Boom-boom." + +"You must all do exactly what I do," ordered the captain; so the +shaggy man pounded the drum with his knees, and so did Dorothy and so +did Button-Bright. The boy wanted to keep on pounding it with his +little fat knees, because he liked the sound of it; but the captain +stopped him. Toto couldn't pound the drum with his knees and he +didn't know enough to wag his tail against it, so Dorothy pounded the +drum for him and that made him bark, and when the little dog barked +the fox-captain scowled. + +The golden curtains drew back far enough to make an opening, through +which marched the captain with the others. + +The broad, long room they entered was decorated in gold with +stained-glass windows of splendid colors. In the corner of the room +upon a richly carved golden throne, sat the fox-king, surrounded by a +group of other foxes, all of whom wore great spectacles over their +eyes, making them look solemn and important. + +Dorothy knew the King at once, because she had seen his head carved on +the arch and over the doorway of the palace. Having met with several +other kings in her travels, she knew what to do, and at once made a +low bow before the throne. The shaggy man bowed, too, and +Button-Bright bobbed his head and said "Hello." + +"Most wise and noble Potentate of Foxville," said the captain, +addressing the King in a pompous voice, "I humbly beg to report that I +found these strangers on the road leading to your Foxy Majesty's +dominions, and have therefore brought them before you, as is my duty." + +"So--so," said the King, looking at them keenly. "What brought you +here, strangers?" + +"Our legs, may it please your Royal Hairiness," replied the shaggy man. + +"What is your business here?" was the next question. + +"To get away as soon as possible," said the shaggy man. + +The King didn't know about the Magnet, of course; but it made him love +the shaggy man at once. + +"Do just as you please about going away," he said; "but I'd like to +show you the sights of my city and to entertain your party while you +are here. We feel highly honored to have little Dorothy with us, I +assure you, and we appreciate her kindness in making us a visit. For +whatever country Dorothy visits is sure to become famous." + +This speech greatly surprised the little girl, who asked: + +"How did your Majesty know my name?" + +"Why, everybody knows you, my dear," said the Fox-King. "Don't you +realize that? You are quite an important personage since Princess +Ozma of Oz made you her friend." + +"Do you know Ozma?" she asked, wondering. + +"I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to +meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her +birthday on the twenty-first of this month." + +"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that." + +"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any +city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation." + +Dorothy thought a moment. + +"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how +could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way +from Kansas." + +"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised. + +"Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren't we?" she returned. + +"What a queer notion!" cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh. +"Whatever made you think this is Kansas?" + +"I left Uncle Henry's farm only about two hours ago; that's the +reason," she said, rather perplexed. + +"But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as +Foxville in Kansas?" he questioned. + +"No, your Majesty." + +"And haven't you traveled from Oz to Kansas in less than half a jiffy, +by means of the Silver Shoes and the Magic Belt?" + +"Yes, your Majesty," she acknowledged. + +"Then why do you wonder that an hour or two could bring you to +Foxville, which is nearer to Oz than it is to Kansas?" + +"Dear me!" exclaimed Dorothy; "is this another fairy adventure?" + +"It seems to be," said the Fox-King, smiling. + +Dorothy turned to the shaggy man, and her face was grave and reproachful. + +"Are you a magician? or a fairy in disguise?" she asked. "Did you +enchant me when you asked the way to Butterfield?" + +The shaggy man shook his head. + +"Who ever heard of a shaggy fairy?" he replied. "No, Dorothy, my +dear; I'm not to blame for this journey in any way, I assure you. +There's been something strange about me ever since I owned the Love +Magnet; but I don't know what it is any more than you do. I didn't +try to get you away from home, at all. If you want to find your way +back to the farm I'll go with you willingly, and do my best to help you." + +"Never mind," said the little girl, thoughtfully. "There isn't so +much to see in Kansas as there is here, and I guess Aunt Em won't be +VERY much worried; that is, if I don't stay away too long." + +"That's right," declared the Fox-King, nodding approval. "Be +contented with your lot, whatever it happens to be, if you are wise. +Which reminds me that you have a new companion on this adventure--he +looks very clever and bright." + +"He is," said Dorothy; and the shaggy man added: + +"That's his name, your Royal Foxiness--Button-Bright." + + + +4. King Dox + + +It was amusing to note the expression on the face of King Dox as he +looked the boy over, from his sailor hat to his stubby shoes, and it +was equally diverting to watch Button-Bright stare at the King in +return. No fox ever beheld a fresher, fairer child's face, and no +child had ever before heard a fox talk, or met with one who dressed so +handsomely and ruled so big a city. I am sorry to say that no one had +ever told the little boy much about fairies of any kind; this being +the case, it is easy to understand how much this strange experience +startled and astonished him. + +"How do you like us?" asked the King. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Of course you don't. It's too short an acquaintance," returned his +Majesty. "What do you suppose my name is?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"How should you? Well, I'll tell you. My private name is Dox, but a +King can't be called by his private name; he has to take one that is +official. Therefore my official name is King Renard the Fourth. +Ren-ard with the accent on the 'Ren'." + +"What's 'ren'?" asked Button-Bright. + +"How clever!" exclaimed the King, turning a pleased face toward his +counselors. "This boy is indeed remarkably bright. 'What's 'ren'?' +he asks; and of course 'ren' is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, +he's very bright indeed." + +"That question is what your Majesty might call foxy," said one of the +counselors, an old grey fox. + +"So it is," declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he asked: + +"Having told you my name, what would you call me?" + +"King Dox," said the boy. + +"Why?" + +"'Cause 'ren''s nothing at all," was the reply. + +"Good! Very good indeed! You certainly have a brilliant mind. Do +you know why two and two make four?" + +"No," said Button-Bright. + +"Clever! clever indeed! Of course you don't know. Nobody knows why; +we only know it's so, and can't tell why it's so. Button-Bright, +those curls and blue eyes do not go well with so much wisdom. They +make you look too youthful, and hide your real cleverness. Therefore, +I will do you a great favor. I will confer upon you the head of a fox, +so that you may hereafter look as bright as you really are." + +As he spoke the King waved his paw toward the boy, and at once the +pretty curls and fresh round face and big blue eyes were gone, +while in their place a fox's head appeared upon Button-Bright's +shoulders--a hairy head with a sharp nose, pointed ears, and keen +little eyes. + +"Oh, don't do that!" cried Dorothy, shrinking back from her +transformed companion with a shocked and dismayed face. + +"Too late, my dear; it's done. But you also shall have a fox's head +if you can prove you're as clever as Button-Bright." + +"I don't want it; it's dreadful!" she exclaimed; and, hearing this +verdict, Button-Bright began to boo-hoo just as if he were still a +little boy. + +"How can you call that lovely head dreadful?" asked the King. "It's +a much prettier face than he had before, to my notion, and my wife +says I'm a good judge of beauty. Don't cry, little fox-boy. Laugh +and be proud, because you are so highly favored. How do you like the +new head, Button-Bright?" + +"D-d-don't n-n-n-know!" sobbed the child. + +"Please, PLEASE change him back again, your Majesty!" begged Dorothy. + +King Renard IV shook his head. + +"I can't do that," he said; "I haven't the power, even if I wanted +to. No, Button-Bright must wear his fox head, and he'll be sure to +love it dearly as soon as he gets used to it." + +Both the shaggy man and Dorothy looked grave and anxious, for they +were sorrowful that such a misfortune had overtaken their little +companion. Toto barked at the fox-boy once or twice, not realizing it +was his former friend who now wore the animal head; but Dorothy cuffed +the dog and made him stop. As for the foxes, they all seemed to think +Button-Bright's new head very becoming and that their King had +conferred a great honor on this little stranger. It was funny to see +the boy reach up to feel of his sharp nose and wide mouth, and wail +afresh with grief. He wagged his ears in a comical manner and tears +were in his little black eyes. But Dorothy couldn't laugh at her +friend just yet, because she felt so sorry. + +Just then three little fox-princesses, daughters of the King, entered +the room, and when they saw Button-Bright one exclaimed: "How lovely +he is!" and the next one cried in delight: "How sweet he is!" and +the third princess clapped her hands with pleasure and said, "How +beautiful he is!" + +Button-Bright stopped crying and asked timidly: + +"Am I?" + +"In all the world there is not another face so pretty," declared the +biggest fox-princess. + +"You must live with us always, and be our brother," said the next. + +"We shall all love you dearly," the third said. + +This praise did much to comfort the boy, and he looked around and +tried to smile. It was a pitiful attempt, because the fox face was +new and stiff, and Dorothy thought his expression more stupid than +before the transformation. + +"I think we ought to be going now," said the shaggy man, uneasily, +for he didn't know what the King might take into his head to do next. + +"Don't leave us yet, I beg of you," pleaded King Renard. "I intend to +have several days of feasting and merry-making in honor of your visit." + +"Have it after we're gone, for we can't wait," said Dorothy, decidedly. +But seeing this displeased the King, she added: "If I'm going to get +Ozma to invite you to her party I'll have to find her as soon as +poss'ble, you know." + +In spite of all the beauty of Foxville and the gorgeous dresses of its +inhabitants, both the girl and the shaggy man felt they were not quite +safe there, and would be glad to see the last of it. + +"But it is now evening," the King reminded them, "and you must stay +with us until morning, anyhow. Therefore, I invite you to be my +guests at dinner, and to attend the theater afterward and sit in the +royal box. To-morrow morning, if you really insist upon it, you may +resume your journey." + +They consented to this, and some of the fox-servants led them to a +suite of lovely rooms in the big palace. + +Button-Bright was afraid to be left alone, so Dorothy took him into +her own room. While a maid-fox dressed the little girl's hair--which +was a bit tangled--and put some bright, fresh ribbons in it, another +maid-fox combed the hair on poor Button-Bright's face and head and +brushed it carefully, tying a pink bow to each of his pointed ears. +The maids wanted to dress the children in fine costumes of woven feathers, +such as all the foxes wore; but neither of them consented to that. + +"A sailor suit and a fox head do not go well together," said one of +the maids, "for no fox was ever a sailor that I can remember." + +"I'm not a fox!" cried Button-Bright. + +"Alas, no," agreed the maid. "But you've got a lovely fox head on +your skinny shoulders, and that's ALMOST as good as being a fox." + +The boy, reminded of his misfortune, began to cry again. Dorothy +petted and comforted him and promised to find some way to restore +him his own head. + +"If we can manage to get to Ozma," she said, "the Princess will change +you back to yourself in half a second; so you just wear that fox head +as comf't'bly as you can, dear, and don't worry about it at all. It +isn't nearly as pretty as your own head, no matter what the foxes say; +but you can get along with it for a little while longer, can't you?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, doubtfully; but he didn't cry any +more after that. + +Dorothy let the maids pin ribbons to her shoulders, after which they +were ready for the King's dinner. When they met the shaggy man in the +splendid drawing room of the palace they found him just the same as +before. He had refused to give up his shaggy clothes for new ones, +because if he did that he would no longer be the shaggy man, he said, +and he might have to get acquainted with himself all over again. + +He told Dorothy he had brushed his shaggy hair and whiskers; but she +thought he must have brushed them the wrong way, for they were quite +as shaggy as before. + +As for the company of foxes assembled to dine with the strangers, they +were most beautifully costumed, and their rich dresses made Dorothy's +simple gown and Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes look commonplace. But they treated their guests with +great respect and the King's dinner was a very good dinner indeed. +Foxes, as you know, are fond of chicken and other fowl; so they served +chicken soup and roasted turkey and stewed duck and fried grouse and +broiled quail and goose pie, and as the cooking was excellent the +King's guests enjoyed the meal and ate heartily of the various dishes. + +The party went to the theater, where they saw a play acted by foxes +dressed in costumes of brilliantly colored feathers. The play was +about a fox-girl who was stolen by some wicked wolves and carried to +their cave; and just as they were about to kill her and eat her a +company of fox-soldiers marched up, saved the girl, and put all the +wicked wolves to death. + +"How do you like it?" the King asked Dorothy. + +"Pretty well," she answered. "It reminds me of one of Mr. +Aesop's fables." + +"Don't mention Aesop to me, I beg of you!" exclaimed King Dox. +"I hate that man's name. He wrote a good deal about foxes, but always +made them out cruel and wicked, whereas we are gentle and kind, as you +may see." + +"But his fables showed you to be wise and clever, and more shrewd than +other animals," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. + +"So we are. There is no question about our knowing more than men do," +replied the King, proudly. "But we employ our wisdom to do good, +instead of harm; so that horrid Aesop did not know what he was +talking about." + +They did not like to contradict him, because they felt he ought to +know the nature of foxes better than men did; so they sat still and +watched the play, and Button-Bright became so interested that for the +time he forgot he wore a fox head. + +Afterward they went back to the palace and slept in soft beds stuffed +with feathers; for the foxes raised many fowl for food, and used their +feathers for clothing and to sleep upon. + +Dorothy wondered why the animals living in Foxville did not wear just +their own hairy skins as wild foxes do; when she mentioned it to King +Dox he said they clothed themselves because they were civilized. + +"But you were born without clothes," she observed, "and you don't seem +to me to need them." + +"So were human beings born without clothes," he replied; "and until +they became civilized they wore only their natural skins. But to +become civilized means to dress as elaborately and prettily as +possible, and to make a show of your clothes so your neighbors will +envy you, and for that reason both civilized foxes and civilized +humans spend most of their time dressing themselves." + +"I don't," declared the shaggy man. + +"That is true," said the King, looking at him carefully; "but perhaps +you are not civilized." + +After a sound sleep and a good night's rest they had their breakfast +with the King and then bade his Majesty good-bye. + +"You've been kind to us--'cept poor Button-Bright," said Dorothy, +"and we've had a nice time in Foxville." + +"Then," said King Dox, "perhaps you'll be good enough to get me an +invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday celebration." + +"I'll try," she promised; "if I see her in time." + +"It's on the twenty-first, remember," he continued; "and if you'll +just see that I'm invited I'll find a way to cross the Dreadful +Desert into the marvelous Land of Oz. I've always wanted to visit the +Emerald City, so I'm sure it was fortunate you arrived here just when +you did, you being Princess Ozma's friend and able to assist me in +getting the invitation." + +"If I see Ozma I'll ask her to invite you," she replied. + +The Fox-King had a delightful luncheon put up for them, which the +shaggy man shoved in his pocket, and the fox-captain escorted them to +an arch at the side of the village opposite the one by which they had +entered. Here they found more soldiers guarding the road. + +"Are you afraid of enemies?" asked Dorothy. + +"No; because we are watchful and able to protect ourselves," answered +the captain. "But this road leads to another village peopled by big, +stupid beasts who might cause us trouble if they thought we were +afraid of them." + +"What beasts are they?" asked the shaggy man. + +The captain hesitated to answer. Finally, he said: + +"You will learn all about them when you arrive at their city. But do +not be afraid of them. Button-Bright is so wonderfully clever and has +now such an intelligent face that I'm sure he will manage to find a +way to protect you." + +This made Dorothy and the shaggy man rather uneasy, for they had not +so much confidence in the fox-boy's wisdom as the captain seemed to +have. But as their escort would say no more about the beasts, they +bade him good-bye and proceeded on their journey. + + + +5. The Rainbow's Daughter + + +Toto, now allowed to run about as he pleased, was glad to be free +again and able to bark at the birds and chase the butterflies. +The country around them was charming, yet in the pretty fields of +wild-flowers and groves of leafy trees were no houses whatever, or sign +of any inhabitants. Birds flew through the air and cunning white +rabbits darted amongst the tall grasses and green bushes; Dorothy +noticed even the ants toiling busily along the roadway, bearing +gigantic loads of clover seed; but of people there were none at all. + +They walked briskly on for an hour or two, for even little Button-Bright +was a good walker and did not tire easily. At length as they turned +a curve in the road they beheld just before them a curious sight. + +A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and +exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the middle of the +lonely road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet +twinkling in sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes +of soft material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was +colored in soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and +white, mingled together most harmoniously in stripes which melted one +into the other with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and +flowed around her in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by +either pin or ornament or ribbon. + +Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and +stood watching this fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than +Dorothy, although more slender; nor did she seem any older than our +little heroine. + +Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time +observing the presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a +frightened fawn, poised upon one foot as if to fly the next instant, +Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet eyes and +trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden +should dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so +Dorothy asked in a soft, sympathetic voice: + +"Are you unhappy, little girl?" + +"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost." + +"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it." + +"Don't you? Why not?" + +"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," +answered Dorothy simply. + +"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, +"and I'm worried and afraid." + +"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled tone of voice. + +"Oh, that was just to keep warm," explained the maiden, quickly. +"It was not because I felt happy or gay, I assure you." + +Dorothy looked at her closely. Her gauzy flowing robes might not be +very warm, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and +balmy, like a spring day. + +"Who are you, dear?" she asked, gently. + +"I'm Polychrome," was the reply. + +"Polly whom?" + +"Polychrome. I'm the Daughter of the Rainbow." + +"Oh!" said Dorothy with a gasp; "I didn't know the Rainbow had +children. But I MIGHT have known it, before you spoke. You +couldn't really be anything else." + +"Why not?" inquired Polychrome, as if surprised. + +"Because you're so lovely and sweet." + +The little maiden smiled through her tears, came up to Dorothy, and +placed her slender fingers in the Kansas girl's chubby hand. + +"You'll be my friend--won't you?" she said, pleadingly. + +"Of course." + +"And what is your name?" + +"I'm Dorothy; and this is my friend Shaggy Man, who owns the Love +Magnet; and this is Button-Bright--only you don't see him as he really +is because the Fox-King carelessly changed his head into a fox head. +But the real Button-Bright is good to look at, and I hope to get him +changed back to himself, some time." + +The Rainbow's Daughter nodded cheerfully, no longer afraid of +her new companions. + +"But who is this?" she asked, pointing to Toto, who was sitting +before her wagging his tail in the most friendly manner and +admiring the pretty maid with his bright eyes. "Is this, also, +some enchanted person?" + +"Oh no, Polly--I may call you Polly, mayn't I? Your whole name's +awful hard to say." + +"Call me Polly if you wish, Dorothy." + +"Well, Polly, Toto's just a dog; but he has more sense than +Button-Bright, to tell the truth; and I'm very fond of him." + +"So am I," said Polychrome, bending gracefully to pat Toto's head. + +"But how did the Rainbow's Daughter ever get on this lonely road, +and become lost?" asked the shaggy man, who had listened wonderingly +to all this. + +"Why, my father stretched his rainbow over here this morning, so that +one end of it touched this road," was the reply; "and I was dancing +upon the pretty rays, as I love to do, and never noticed I was getting +too far over the bend in the circle. Suddenly I began to slide, and +I went faster and faster until at last I bumped on the ground, at the +very end. Just then father lifted the rainbow again, without noticing +me at all, and though I tried to seize the end of it and hold fast, +it melted away entirely and I was left alone and helpless on the cold, +hard earth!" + +"It doesn't seem cold to me, Polly," said Dorothy; "but perhaps you're +not warmly dressed." + +"I'm so used to living nearer the sun," replied the Rainbow's Daughter, +"that at first I feared I would freeze down here. But my dance has +warmed me some, and now I wonder how I am ever to get home again." + +"Won't your father miss you, and look for you, and let down another +rainbow for you?" + +"Perhaps so, but he's busy just now because it rains in so many parts +of the world at this season, and he has to set his rainbow in a lot of +different places. What would you advise me to do, Dorothy?" + +"Come with us," was the answer. "I'm going to try to find my way to +the Emerald City, which is in the fairy Land of Oz. The Emerald City +is ruled by a friend of mine, the Princess Ozma, and if we can manage +to get there I'm sure she will know a way to send you home to your +father again." + +"Do you really think so?" asked Polychrome, anxiously. + +"I'm pretty sure." + +"Then I'll go with you," said the little maid; "for travel will help +keep me warm, and father can find me in one part of the world as well +as another--if he gets time to look for me." + +"Come along, then," said the shaggy man, cheerfully; and they started +on once more. Polly walked beside Dorothy a while, holding her new +friend's hand as if she feared to let it go; but her nature seemed as +light and buoyant as her fleecy robes, for suddenly she darted ahead +and whirled round in a giddy dance. Then she tripped back to them +with sparkling eyes and smiling cheeks, having regained her usual +happy mood and forgotten all her worry about being lost. + +They found her a charming companion, and her dancing and laughter-- +for she laughed at times like the tinkling of a silver bell--did much +to enliven their journey and keep them contented. + + + +6. The City Of Beasts + + +When noon came they opened the Fox-King's basket of luncheon, and +found a nice roasted turkey with cranberry sauce and some slices of +bread and butter. As they sat on the grass by the roadside the +shaggy man cut up the turkey with his pocket-knife and passed slices +of it around. + +"Haven't you any dewdrops, or mist-cakes, or cloudbuns?" asked +Polychrome, longingly. + +"'Course not," replied Dorothy. "We eat solid things, down here on +the earth. But there's a bottle of cold tea. Try some, won't you?" + +The Rainbow's Daughter watched Button-Bright devour one leg of the turkey. + +"Is it good?" she asked. + +He nodded. + +"Do you think I could eat it?" + +"Not this," said Button-Bright. + +"But I mean another piece?" + +"Don't know," he replied. + +"Well, I'm going to try, for I'm very hungry," she decided, and took a +thin slice of the white breast of turkey which the shaggy man cut for +her, as well as a bit of bread and butter. When she tasted it +Polychrome thought the turkey was good--better even than +mist-cakes; but a little satisfied her hunger and she finished with a +tiny sip of cold tea. + +"That's about as much as a fly would eat," said Dorothy, who was +making a good meal herself. "But I know some people in Oz who eat +nothing at all." + +"Who are they?" inquired the shaggy man. + +"One is a scarecrow who's stuffed with straw, and the other a woodman +made out of tin. They haven't any appetites inside of 'em, you see; +so they never eat anything at all." + +"Are they alive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Oh yes," replied Dorothy; "and they're very clever and very nice, +too. If we get to Oz I'll introduce them to you." + +"Do you really expect to get to Oz?" inquired the shaggy man, taking +a drink of cold tea. + +"I don't know just what to 'spect," answered the child, seriously; "but +I've noticed if I happen to get lost I'm almost sure to come to the +Land of Oz in the end, somehow 'r other; so I may get there this time. +But I can't promise, you know; all I can do is wait and see." + +"Will the Scarecrow scare me?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No; 'cause you're not a crow," she returned. "He has the loveliest +smile you ever saw--only it's painted on and he can't help it." + +Luncheon being over they started again upon their journey, the shaggy +man, Dorothy and Button-Bright walking soberly along, side by side, and +the Rainbow's Daughter dancing merrily before them. + +Sometimes she darted along the road so swiftly that she was nearly out +of sight, then she came tripping back to greet them with her silvery +laughter. But once she came back more sedately, to say: + +"There's a city a little way off." + +"I 'spected that," returned Dorothy; "for the fox-people warned us +there was one on this road. It's filled with stupid beasts of some +sort, but we musn't be afraid of 'em 'cause they won't hurt us." + +"All right," said Button-Bright; but Polychrome didn't know whether it +was all right or not. + +"It's a big city," she said, "and the road runs straight through it." + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man; "as long as I carry the Love +Magnet every living thing will love me, and you may be sure I shan't +allow any of my friends to be harmed in any way." + +This comforted them somewhat, and they moved on again. Pretty soon +they came to a signpost that read: + + +"HAF A MYLE TO DUNKITON." + + +"Oh," said the shaggy man, "if they're donkeys, we've nothing to fear +at all." + +"They may kick," said Dorothy, doubtfully. + +"Then we will cut some switches, and make them behave," he replied. +At the first tree he cut himself a long, slender switch from one of +the branches, and shorter switches for the others. + +"Don't be afraid to order the beasts around," he said; "they're used +to it." + +Before long the road brought them to the gates of the city. There was +a high wall all around, which had been whitewashed, and the gate just +before our travelers was a mere opening in the wall, with no bars +across it. No towers or steeples or domes showed above the enclosure, +nor was any living thing to be seen as our friends drew near. + +Suddenly, as they were about to boldly enter through the opening, +there arose a harsh clamor of sound that swelled and echoed on every +side, until they were nearly deafened by the racket and had to put +their fingers to their ears to keep the noise out. + +It was like the firing of many cannon, only there were no cannon-balls +or other missiles to be seen; it was like the rolling of mighty +thunder, only not a cloud was in the sky; it was like the roar of +countless breakers on a rugged seashore, only there was no sea or +other water anywhere about. + +They hesitated to advance; but, as the noise did no harm, they entered +through the whitewashed wall and quickly discovered the cause of the +turmoil. Inside were suspended many sheets of tin or thin iron, and +against these metal sheets a row of donkeys were pounding their heels +with vicious kicks. + +The shaggy man ran up to the nearest donkey and gave the beast a sharp +blow with his switch. + +"Stop that noise!" he shouted; and the donkey stopped kicking the +metal sheet and turned its head to look with surprise at the shaggy +man. He switched the next donkey, and made him stop, and then the +next, so that gradually the rattling of heels ceased and the awful +noise subsided. The donkeys stood in a group and eyed the strangers +with fear and trembling. + +"What do you mean by making such a racket?" asked the shaggy man, sternly. + +"We were scaring away the foxes," said one of the donkeys, meekly. +"Usually they run fast enough when they hear the noise, which makes +them afraid." + +"There are no foxes here," said the shaggy man. + +"I beg to differ with you. There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey, +sitting upright on its haunches and waving a hoof toward +Button-Bright. "We saw him coming and thought the whole army of foxes +was marching to attack us." + +"Button-Bright isn't a fox," explained the shaggy man. "He's only +wearing a fox head for a time, until he can get his own head back." + +"Oh, I see," remarked the donkey, waving its left ear reflectively. +"I'm sorry we made such a mistake, and had all our work and worry +for nothing." + +The other donkeys by this time were sitting up and examining the +strangers with big, glassy eyes. They made a queer picture, indeed; +for they wore wide, white collars around their necks and the collars +had many scallops and points. The gentlemen-donkeys wore high +pointed caps set between their great ears, and the lady-donkeys wore +sunbonnets with holes cut in the top for the ears to stick through. +But they had no other clothing except their hairy skins, although many +wore gold and silver bangles on their front wrists and bands of +different metals on their rear ankles. When they were kicking they +had braced themselves with their front legs, but now they all stood or +sat upright on their hind legs and used the front ones as arms. +Having no fingers or hands the beasts were rather clumsy, as you may +guess; but Dorothy was surprised to observe how many things they could +do with their stiff, heavy hoofs. + +Some of the donkeys were white, some were brown, or gray, or black, +or spotted; but their hair was sleek and smooth and their broad collars +and caps gave them a neat, if whimsical, appearance. + +"This is a nice way to welcome visitors, I must say!" remarked the +shaggy man, in a reproachful tone. + +"Oh, we did not mean to be impolite," replied a grey donkey which had +not spoken before. "But you were not expected, nor did you send in +your visiting cards, as it is proper to do." + +"There is some truth in that," admitted the shaggy man; "but, now +you are informed that we are important and distinguished travelers, +I trust you will accord us proper consideration." + +These big words delighted the donkeys, and made them bow to the shaggy +man with great respect. Said the grey one: + +"You shall be taken before his great and glorious Majesty King +Kik-a-bray, who will greet you as becomes your exalted stations." + +"That's right," answered Dorothy. "Take us to some one who +knows something." + +"Oh, we all know something, my child, or we shouldn't be donkeys," +asserted the grey one, with dignity. "The word 'donkey' means +'clever,' you know." + +"I didn't know it," she replied. "I thought it meant 'stupid'." + +"Not at all, my child. If you will look in the Encyclopedia +Donkaniara you will find I'm correct. But come; I will myself lead +you before our splendid, exalted, and most intellectual ruler." + +All donkeys love big words, so it is no wonder the grey one used so +many of them. + + + +7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation + + +They found the houses of the town all low and square and built of +bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in +rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard +manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way. + +"Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities, +to guide them where to go," observed the grey donkey, as he walked +before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner; +"but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks. +Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets." + +Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it. +Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: "Madam de Fayke, Hoofist," +and she asked their conductor: + +"What's a 'hoofist,' please?" + +"One who reads your fortune in your hoofs," replied the grey donkey. + +"Oh, I see," said the little girl. "You are quite civilized here." + +"Dunkiton," he replied, "is the center of the world's +highest civilization." + +They came to a house where two youthful donkeys were whitewashing the +wall, and Dorothy stopped a moment to watch them. They dipped the +ends of their tails, which were much like paint-brushes, into a pail of +whitewash, backed up against the house, and wagged their tails right +and left until the whitewash was rubbed on the wall, after which they +dipped these funny brushes in the pail again and repeated the performance. + +"That must be fun," said Button-Bright. + +"No, it's work," replied the old donkey; "but we make our youngsters +do all the whitewashing, to keep them out of mischief." + +"Don't they go to school?" asked Dorothy. + +"All donkeys are born wise," was the reply, "so the only school we +need is the school of experience. Books are only for those who know +nothing, and so are obliged to learn things from other people." + +"In other words, the more stupid one is, the more he thinks he knows," +observed the shaggy man. The grey donkey paid no attention to this +speech because he had just stopped before a house which had painted +over the doorway a pair of hoofs, with a donkey tail between them and +a rude crown and sceptre above. + +"I'll see if his magnificent Majesty King Kik-a-bray is at home," said +he. He lifted his head and called "Whee-haw! whee-haw! whee-haw!" +three times, in a shocking voice, turning about and kicking with his +heels against the panel of the door. For a time there was no reply; +then the door opened far enough to permit a donkey's head to stick out +and look at them. + +It was a white head, with big, awful ears and round, solemn eyes. + +"Have the foxes gone?" it asked, in a trembling voice. + +"They haven't been here, most stupendous Majesty," replied the grey +one. "The new arrivals prove to be travelers of distinction." + +"Oh," said the King, in a relieved tone of voice. "Let them come in." + +He opened the door wide, and the party marched into a big room, which, +Dorothy thought, looked quite unlike a king's palace. There were mats +of woven grasses on the floor and the place was clean and neat; but +his Majesty had no other furniture at all--perhaps because he didn't +need it. He squatted down in the center of the room and a little +brown donkey ran and brought a big gold crown which it placed on the +monarch's head, and a golden staff with a jeweled ball at the end of +it, which the King held between his front hoofs as he sat upright. + +"Now then," said his Majesty, waving his long ears gently to and fro, +"tell me why you are here, and what you expect me to do for you." He +eyed Button-Bright rather sharply, as if afraid of the little boy's +queer head, though it was the shaggy man who undertook to reply. + +"Most noble and supreme ruler of Dunkiton," he said, trying not to +laugh in the solemn King's face, "we are strangers traveling through +your dominions and have entered your magnificent city because the road +led through it, and there was no way to go around. All we desire is +to pay our respects to your Majesty--the cleverest king in all the +world, I'm sure--and then to continue on our way." + +This polite speech pleased the King very much; indeed, it pleased him +so much that it proved an unlucky speech for the shaggy man. Perhaps +the Love Magnet helped to win his Majesty's affections as well as the +flattery, but however this may be, the white donkey looked kindly upon +the speaker and said: + +"Only a donkey should be able to use such fine, big words, and you are +too wise and admirable in all ways to be a mere man. Also, I feel +that I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will +bestow upon you the greatest gift within my power--a donkey's head." + +As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man +cried out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use. +Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its +place--a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly +both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore +a smile. + +"Dear me! dear me!" cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new +head and his long ears. "What a misfortune--what a great misfortune! +Give me back my own head, you stupid king--if you love me at all!" + +"Don't you like it?" asked the King, surprised. + +"Hee-haw! I hate it! Take it away, quick!" said the shaggy man. + +"But I can't do that," was the reply. "My magic works only one way. +I can DO things, but I can't UNdo them. You'll have to find the +Truth Pond, and bathe in its water, in order to get back your own +head. But I advise you not to do that. This head is much more +beautiful than the old one." + +"That's a matter of taste," said Dorothy. + +"Where is the Truth Pond?" asked the shaggy man, earnestly. + +"Somewhere in the Land of Oz; but just the exact location of it I +can not tell," was the answer. + +"Don't worry, Shaggy Man," said Dorothy, smiling because her friend +wagged his new ears so comically. "If the Truth Pond is in Oz, we'll +be sure to find it when we get there." + +"Oh! Are you going to the Land of Oz?" asked King Kik-a-bray. + +"I don't know," she replied, "but we've been told we are nearer the +Land of Oz than to Kansas, and if that's so, the quickest way for me +to get home is to find Ozma." + +"Haw-haw! Do you know the mighty Princess Ozma?" asked the King, his +tone both surprised and eager. + +"'Course I do; she's my friend," said Dorothy. + +"Then perhaps you'll do me a favor," continued the white donkey, +much excited. + +"What is it?" she asked. + +"Perhaps you can get me an invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday +celebration, which will be the grandest royal function ever held in +Fairyland. I'd love to go." + +"Hee-haw! You deserve punishment, rather than reward, for giving +me this dreadful head," said the shaggy man, sorrowfully. + +"I wish you wouldn't say 'hee-haw' so much," Polychrome begged him; +"it makes cold chills run down my back." + +"But I can't help it, my dear; my donkey head wants to bray +continually," he replied. "Doesn't your fox head want to yelp every +minute?" he asked Button-Bright. + +"Don't know," said the boy, still staring at the shaggy man's ears. +These seemed to interest him greatly, and the sight also made him +forget his own fox head, which was a comfort. + +"What do you think, Polly? Shall I promise the donkey king an +invitation to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy of the Rainbow's Daughter, +who was flitting about the room like a sunbeam because she could never +keep still. + +"Do as you please, dear," answered Polychrome. "He might help to +amuse the guests of the Princess." + +"Then, if you will give us some supper and a place to sleep to-night, +and let us get started on our journey early to-morrow morning," said +Dorothy to the King, "I'll ask Ozma to invite you--if I happen to get +to Oz." + +"Good! Hee-haw! Excellent!" cried Kik-a-bray, much pleased. "You +shall all have fine suppers and good beds. What food would you +prefer, a bran mash or ripe oats in the shell?" + +"Neither one," replied Dorothy, promptly. + +"Perhaps plain hay, or some sweet juicy grass would suit you better," +suggested Kik-a-bray, musingly. + +"Is that all you have to eat?" asked the girl. + +"What more do you desire?" + +"Well, you see we're not donkeys," she explained, "and so we're used +to other food. The foxes gave us a nice supper in Foxville." + +"We'd like some dewdrops and mist-cakes," said Polychrome. + +"I'd prefer apples and a ham sandwich," declared the shaggy man, "for +although I've a donkey head, I still have my own particular stomach." + +"I want pie," said Button-Bright. + +"I think some beefsteak and chocolate layer-cake would taste best," +said Dorothy. + +"Hee-haw! I declare!" exclaimed the King. "It seems each one of you +wants a different food. How queer all living creatures are, +except donkeys!" + +"And donkeys like you are queerest of all," laughed Polychrome. + +"Well," decided the King, "I suppose my Magic Staff will produce the +things you crave; if you are lacking in good taste it is not my fault." + +With this, he waved his staff with the jeweled ball, and before them +instantly appeared a tea-table, set with linen and pretty dishes, and +on the table were the very things each had wished for. Dorothy's +beefsteak was smoking hot, and the shaggy man's apples were plump and +rosy-cheeked. The King had not thought to provide chairs, so they all +stood in their places around the table and ate with good appetite, +being hungry. The Rainbow's Daughter found three tiny dewdrops on a +crystal plate, and Button-Bright had a big slice of apple pie, which +he devoured eagerly. + +Afterward the King called the brown donkey, which was his favorite +servant, and bade it lead his guests to the vacant house where they +were to pass the night. It had only one room and no furniture except +beds of clean straw and a few mats of woven grasses; but our travelers +were contented with these simple things because they realized it was +the best the Donkey-King had to offer them. As soon as it was dark +they lay down on the mats and slept comfortably until morning. + +At daybreak there was a dreadful noise throughout the city. Every +donkey in the place brayed. When he heard this the shaggy man woke +up and called out "Hee-haw!" as loud as he could. + +"Stop that!" said Button-Bright, in a cross voice. Both Dorothy and +Polly looked at the shaggy man reproachfully. + +"I couldn't help it, my dears," he said, as if ashamed of his bray; +"but I'll try not to do it again." + +Of coursed they forgave him, for as he still had the Love Magnet in +his pocket they were all obliged to love him as much as ever. + +They did not see the King again, but Kik-a-bray remembered them; +for a table appeared again in their room with the same food upon it +as on the night before. + +"Don't want pie for breakfus'," said Button-Bright. + +"I'll give you some of my beefsteak," proposed Dorothy; "there's +plenty for us all." + +That suited the boy better, but the shaggy man said he was content +with his apples and sandwiches, although he ended the meal by eating +Button-Bright's pie. Polly liked her dewdrops and mist-cakes better +than any other food, so they all enjoyed an excellent breakfast. Toto +had the scraps left from the beefsteak, and he stood up nicely on his +hind legs while Dorothy fed them to him. + +Breakfast ended, they passed through the village to the side opposite +that by which they had entered, the brown servant-donkey guiding them +through the maze of scattered houses. There was the road again, +leading far away into the unknown country beyond. + +"King Kik-a-bray says you must not forget his invitation," said the +brown donkey, as they passed through the opening in the wall. + +"I shan't," promised Dorothy. + +Perhaps no one ever beheld a more strangely assorted group than the +one which now walked along the road, through pretty green fields and +past groves of feathery pepper-trees and fragrant mimosa. Polychrome, +her beautiful gauzy robes floating around her like a rainbow cloud, +went first, dancing back and forth and darting now here to pluck a +wild-flower or there to watch a beetle crawl across the path. Toto ran +after her at times, barking joyously the while, only to become sober +again and trot along at Dorothy's heels. The little Kansas girl +walked holding Button-Bright's hand clasped in her own, and the wee +boy with his fox head covered by the sailor hat presented an odd +appeaance. Strangest of all, perhaps, was the shaggy man, with his +shaggy donkey head, who shuffled along in the rear with his hands +thrust deep in his big pockets. + +None of the party was really unhappy. All were straying in an unknown +land and had suffered more or less annoyance and discomfort; but they +realized they were having a fairy adventure in a fairy country, +and were much interested in finding out what would happen next. + + + +8. The Musicker + + +About the middle of the forenoon they began to go up a long hill. +By-and-by this hill suddenly dropped down into a pretty valley, +where the travelers saw, to their surprise, a small house standing +by the road-side. + +It was the first house they had seen, and they hastened into the +valley to discover who lived there. No one was in sight as they +approached, but when they began to get nearer the house they heard +queer sounds coming from it. They could not make these out at first, +but as they became louder our friends thought they heard a sort of +music like that made by a wheezy hand-organ; the music fell upon +their ears in this way: + + +Tiddle-widdle-iddle oom pom-pom! + Oom, pom-pom! oom, pom-pom! +Tiddle-tiddle-tiddle oom pom-pom! + Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +"What is it, a band or a mouth-organ?" asked Dorothy. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Sounds to me like a played-out phonograph," said the shaggy man, +lifting his enormous ears to listen. + +"Oh, there just COULDN'T be a funnygraf in Fairyland!" cried Dorothy. + +"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" asked Polychrome, trying to dance to +the strains. + + +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom pom-pom; oom pom-pom! + + +came the music to their ears, more distinctly as they drew nearer the +house. Presently, they saw a little fat man sitting on a bench before +the door. He wore a red, braided jacket that reached to his waist, a +blue waistcoat, and white trousers with gold stripes down the sides. +On his bald head was perched a little, round, red cap held in place by +a rubber elastic underneath his chin. His face was round, his eyes a +faded blue, and he wore white cotton gloves. The man leaned on a +stout gold-headed cane, bending forward on his seat to watch his +visitors approach. + +Singularly enough, the musical sounds they had heard seemed to come +from the inside of the fat man himself; for he was playing no +instrument nor was any to be seen near him. + +They came up and stood in a row, staring at him, and he stared back +while the queer sounds came from him as before: + + +Tiddle-iddle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom, pom-pom; oom pom-pom! +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +Why, he's a reg'lar musicker!" said Button-Bright. + +"What's a musicker?" asked Dorothy. + +"Him!" said the boy. + +Hearing this, the fat man sat up a little stiffer than before, as if +he had received a compliment, and still came the sounds: + + +Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, + Oom pom-pom, oom-- + + +"Stop it!" cried the shaggy man, earnestly. "Stop that dreadful noise." + +The fat man looked at him sadly and began his reply. When he spoke +the music changed and the words seemed to accompany the notes. He +said--or rather sang: + + +It isn't a noise that you hear, +But Music, harmonic and clear. + My breath makes me play + Like an organ, all day-- +That bass note is in my left ear. + + +"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy; "he says his breath makes the music." + +"That's all nonsense," declared the shaggy man; but now the music +began again, and they all listened carefully. + + +My lungs are full of reeds like those +In organs, therefore I suppose, +If I breathe in or out my nose, + The reeds are bound to play. + +So as I breathe to live, you know, +I squeeze out music as I go; +I'm very sorry this is so-- + Forgive my piping, pray! + + +"Poor man," said Polychrome; "he can't help it. What a great +misfortune it is!" + +"Yes," replied the shaggy man; "we are only obliged to hear this music +a short time, until we leave him and go away; but the poor fellow +must listen to himself as long as he lives, and that is enough to +drive him crazy. Don't you think so?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. Toto said, "Bow-wow!" and the +others laughed. + +"Perhaps that's why he lives all alone," suggested Dorothy. + +"Yes; if he had neighbors, they might do him an injury," responded +the shaggy man. + +All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes: + + +Tiddle-tiddle-iddle, oom, pom-pom, + + +and they had to speak loud in order to hear themselves. +The shaggy man said: + +"Who are you, sir?" + +The reply came in the shape of this sing-song: + + +I'm Allegro da Capo, a very famous man; +Just find another, high or low, to match me if you can. + Some people try, but can't, to play + And have to practice every day; +But I've been musical always, since first my life began. + + +"Why, I b'lieve he's proud of it," exclaimed Dorothy; "and seems to me +I've heard worse music than he makes." + +"Where?" asked Button-Bright. + +"I've forgotten, just now. But Mr. Da Capo is certainly a strange +person--isn't he?--and p'r'aps he's the only one of his kind in all +the world." + +This praise seemed to please the little fat musicker, for he swelled +out his chest, looked important and sang as follows: + + +I wear no band around me, + And yet I am a band! +I do not strain to make my strains + But, on the other hand, +My toot is always destitute + Of flats or other errors; +To see sharp and be natural are + For me but minor terrors. + + +"I don't quite understand that," said Polychrome, with a puzzled +look; "but perhaps it's because I'm accustomed only to the music +of the spheres." + +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Oh, Polly means the atmosphere and hemisphere, I s'pose," +explained Dorothy. + +"Oh," said Button-Bright. + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto. + +But the musicker was still breathing his constant + + +Oom, pom-pom; Oom pom-pom-- + + +and it seemed to jar on the shaggy man's nerves. + +"Stop it, can't you?" he cried angrily; "or breathe in a whisper; +or put a clothes-pin on your nose. Do something, anyhow!" + +But the fat one, with a sad look, sang this answer: + + +Music hath charms, and it may +Soothe even the savage, they say; + So if savage you feel + Just list to my reel, +For sooth to say that's the real way. + + +The shaggy man had to laugh at this, and when he laughed he stretched +his donkey mouth wide open. Said Dorothy: + +"I don't know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, +so that's all that can be 'xpected." + +"I like it," said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, +his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, +the boy asked this long question: + +"If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?" + +"An organette," said the shaggy man. "But come, my dears; I think +the best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before +Button-Bright swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, +you know." + +Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly: + + +If you go to the Land of Oz +Please take me along, because + On Ozma's birthday + I'm anxious to play +The loveliest song ever was. + + +"No thank you," said Dorothy; "we prefer to travel alone. But if I +see Ozma I'll tell her you want to come to her birthday party." + +"Let's be going," urged the shaggy man, anxiously. + +Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the +others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and +made a grab for his chubby leg. Dorothy quickly caught up the +growling little dog and hurried after her companions, who were walking +faster than usual in order to get out of hearing. They had to climb a +hill, and until they got to the top they could not escape the +musicker's monotonous piping: + + +Oom, pom-pom; oom, pom-pom; +Tiddle-iddle-widdle, oom, pom-pom; +Oom, pom-pom--pah! + + +As they passed the brow of the hill, however, and descended on +the other side, the sounds gradually died away, whereat they all +felt much relieved. + +"I'm glad I don't have to live with the organ-man; aren't you, Polly?" +said Dorothy. + +"Yes indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter. + +"He's nice," declared Button-Bright, soberly. + +"I hope your Princess Ozma won't invite him to her birthday +celebration," remarked the shaggy man; "for the fellow's music would +drive her guests all crazy. You've given me an idea, Button-Bright; +I believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth." + +"What's 'cordeon?" asked the boy. + +"It's a kind of pleating," explained Dorothy, putting down the dog. + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, and ran away at a mad gallop to chase a bumble-bee. + + + +9. Facing the Scoodlers + + +The country wasn't so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a +rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were +nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been +smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven. + +Button-Bright's little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome +ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she +had no trouble to keep warm. + +It had become afternoon, yet there wasn't a thing for their luncheon +except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast +table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each +of his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs; +but Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples. + +"Do you know," asked the Rainbow's Daughter, "if this is the right +road to the Emerald City?" + +"No, I don't," replied Dorothy, "but it's the only road in this part +of the country, so we may as well go to the end of it." + +"It looks now as if it might end pretty soon," remarked the shaggy man; +"and what shall we do if it does?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"If I had my Magic Belt," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, "it could do +us a lot of good just now." + +"What is your Magic Belt?" asked Polychrome. + +"It's a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do +'most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; 'cause +magic won't work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries." + +"Is this a fairy country?" asked Button-Bright. + +"I should think you'd know," said the little girl, gravely. +"If it wasn't a fairy country you couldn't have a fox head +and the shaggy man couldn't have a donkey head, and the Rainbow's +Daughter would be invis'ble." + +"What's that?" asked the boy. + +"You don't seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis'ble is a thing +you can't see." + +"Then Toto's invis'ble," declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was +right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him +barking furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them. + +They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at, +and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious +creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender +and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they +could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth +costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its +hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird's. The +creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and +yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the +sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were +small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel. + +"What in the world do you s'pose that is?" asked Dorothy in +a hushed voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching +the strange creature. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same +place but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of +being black, it was now pure white, with a face like that of a clown +in a circus and hair of a brilliant purple. The creature could bend +either way, and its white toes now curled the same way the black ones +on the other side had done. + +"It has a face both front and back," whispered Dorothy, wonderingly; +"only there's no back at all, but two fronts." + +Having made the turn, the being sat motionless as before, while Toto +barked louder at the white man than he had done at the black one. + +"Once," said the shaggy man, "I had a jumping jack like that, +with two faces." + +"Was it alive?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No," replied the shaggy man; "it worked on strings and was made of wood." + +"Wonder if this works with strings," said Dorothy; but Polychrome +cried "Look!" for another creature just like the first had suddenly +appeared sitting on another rock, its black side toward them. The two +twisted their heads around and showed a black face on the white side +of one and a white face on the black side of the other. + +"How curious," said Polychrome; "and how loose their heads seem to be! +Are they friendly to us, do you think?" + +"Can't tell, Polly," replied Dorothy. "Let's ask 'em." + +The creatures flopped first one way and then the other, showing black +or white by turns; and now another joined them, appearing on another +rock. Our friends had come to a little hollow in the hills, and the +place where they now stood was surrounded by jagged peaks of rock, +except where the road ran through. + +"Now there are four of them," said the shaggy man. + +"Five," declared Polychrome. + +"Six," said Dorothy. + +"Lots of 'em!" cried Button-Bright; and so there were--quite a row of +the two-sided black and white creatures sitting on the rocks all around. + +Toto stopped barking and ran between Dorothy's feet, where he crouched +down as if afraid. The creatures did not look pleasant or friendly, +to be sure, and the shaggy man's donkey face became solemn, indeed. + +"Ask 'em who they are, and what they want," whispered Dorothy; +so the shaggy man called out in a loud voice: + +"Who are you?" + +"Scoodlers!" they yelled in chorus, their voices sharp and shrill. + +"What do you want?" called the shaggy man. + +"You!" they yelled, pointing their thin fingers at the group; +and they all flopped around, so they were white, and then all +flopped back again, so they were black. + +"But what do you want us for?" asked the shaggy man, uneasily. + +"Soup!" they all shouted, as if with one voice. + +"Goodness me!" said Dorothy, trembling a little; "the Scoodlers must +be reg'lar cannibals." + +"Don't want to be soup," protested Button-Bright, beginning to cry. + +"Hush, dear," said the little girl, trying to comfort him; "we don't +any of us want to be soup. But don't worry; the shaggy man will take +care of us." + +"Will he?" asked Polychrome, who did not like the Scoodlers at all, +and kept close to Dorothy. + +"I'll try," promised the shaggy man; but he looked worried. + +Happening just then to feel the Love Magnet in his pocket, +he said to the creatures, with more confidence: + +"Don't you love me?" + +"Yes!" they shouted, all together. + +"Then you mustn't harm me, or my friends," said the shaggy man, firmly. + +"We love you in soup!" they yelled, and in a flash turned their white +sides to the front. + +"How dreadful!" said Dorothy. "This is a time, Shaggy Man, when you +get loved too much." + +"Don't want to be soup!" wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began +to whine dismally, as if he didn't want to be soup, either. + +"The only thing to do," said the shaggy man to his friends, in a low +tone, "is to get out of this pocket in the rocks as soon as we can, and +leave the Scoodlers behind us. Follow me, my dears, and don't pay any +attention to what they do or say." + +With this, he began to march along the road to the opening in the +rocks ahead, and the others kept close behind him. But the Scoodlers +closed up in front, as if to bar their way, and so the shaggy man +stooped down and picked up a loose stone, which he threw at the +creatures to scare them from the path. + +At this the Scoodlers raised a howl. Two of them picked their heads +from their shoulders and hurled them at the shaggy man with such force +that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran +forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on +again, after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks. + + + +10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle + + +The shaggy man got up and felt of himself to see if he was hurt; but +he was not. One of the heads had struck his breast and the other his +left shoulder; yet though they had knocked him down, the heads were +not hard enough to bruise him. + +"Come on," he said firmly; "we've got to get out of here some way," +and forward he started again. + +The Scoodlers began yelling and throwing their heads in great numbers +at our frightened friends. The shaggy man was knocked over again, and +so was Button-Bright, who kicked his heels against the ground and +howled as loud as he could, although he was not hurt a bit. One head +struck Toto, who first yelped and then grabbed the head by an ear and +started running away with it. + +The Scoodlers who had thrown their heads began to scramble down and +run to pick them up, with wonderful quickness; but the one whose head +Toto had stolen found it hard to get it back again. The head couldn't +see the body with either pair of its eyes, because the dog was in the +way, so the headless Scoodler stumbled around over the rocks and +tripped on them more than once in its effort to regain its top. Toto +was trying to get outside the rocks and roll the head down the hill; +but some of the other Scoodlers came to the rescue of their +unfortunate comrade and pelted the dog with their own heads until he +was obliged to drop his burden and hurry back to Dorothy. + +The little girl and the Rainbow's Daughter had both escaped the shower +of heads, but they saw now that it would be useless to try to run away +from the dreadful Scoodlers. + +"We may as well submit," declared the shaggy man, in a rueful voice, +as he got upon his feet again. He turned toward their foes and asked: + +"What do you want us to do?" + +"Come!" they cried, in a triumphant chorus, and at once sprang from +the rocks and surrounded their captives on all sides. One funny thing +about the Scoodlers was they could walk in either direction, coming or +going, without turning around; because they had two faces and, as +Dorothy said, "two front sides," and their feet were shaped like the +letter T upside down. They moved with great rapidity and there was +something about their glittering eyes and contrasting colors and +removable heads that inspired the poor prisoners with horror, and made +them long to escape. + +But the creatures led their captives away from the rocks and the road, +down the hill by a side path until they came before a low mountain of +rock that looked like a huge bowl turned upside down. At the edge of +this mountain was a deep gulf--so deep that when you looked into it +there was nothing but blackness below. Across the gulf was a narrow +bridge of rock, and at the other end of the bridge was an arched +opening that led into the mountain. + +Over this bridge the Scoodlers led their prisoners, through the +opening into the mountain, which they found to be an immense hollow +dome lighted by several holes in the roof. All around the circular +space were built rock houses, set close together, each with a door in +the front wall. None of these houses was more than six feet wide, but +the Scoodlers were thin people sidewise and did not need much room. +So vast was the dome that there was a large space in the middle of the +cave, in front of all these houses, where the creatures might congregate +as in a great hall. + +It made Dorothy shudder to see a huge iron kettle suspended by a stout +chain in the middle of the place, and underneath the kettle a great +heap of kindling wood and shavings, ready to light. + +"What's that?" asked the shaggy man, drawing back as they approached +this place, so that they were forced to push him forward. + +"The Soup Kettle!" yelled the Scoodlers, and then they shouted in the +next breath: + +"We're hungry!" + +Button-Bright, holding Dorothy's hand in one chubby fist and Polly's +hand in the other, was so affected by this shout that he began to cry +again, repeating the protest: + +"Don't want to be soup, I don't!" + +"Never mind," said the shaggy man, consolingly; "I ought to make enough +soup to feed them all, I'm so big; so I'll ask them to put me in the +kettle first." + +"All right," said Button-Bright, more cheerfully. + +But the Scoodlers were not ready to make soup yet. They led the +captives into a house at the farthest side of the cave--a house +somewhat wider than the others. + +"Who lives here?" asked the Rainbow's Daughter. The Scoodlers +nearest her replied: + +"The Queen." + +It made Dorothy hopeful to learn that a woman ruled over these fierce +creatures, but a moment later they were ushered by two or three of the +escort into a gloomy, bare room--and her hope died away. + +For the Queen of the Scoodlers proved to be much more dreadful in +appearance than any of her people. One side of her was fiery red, +with jet-black hair and green eyes and the other side of her was +bright yellow, with crimson hair and black eyes. She wore a short +skirt of red and yellow and her hair, instead of being banged, was a +tangle of short curls upon which rested a circular crown of +silver--much dented and twisted because the Queen had thrown her head +at so many things so many times. Her form was lean and bony and both +her faces were deeply wrinkled. + +"What have we here?" asked the Queen sharply, as our friends were made +to stand before her. + +"Soup!" cried the guard of Scoodlers, speaking together. + +"We're not!" said Dorothy, indignantly; "we're nothing of the sort." + +"Ah, but you will be soon," retorted the Queen, a grim smile making +her look more dreadful than before. + +"Pardon me, most beautiful vision," said the shaggy man, bowing before +the queen politely. "I must request your Serene Highness to let us go +our way without being made into soup. For I own the Love Magnet, and +whoever meets me must love me and all my friends." + +"True," replied the Queen. "We love you very much; so much that we +intend to eat your broth with real pleasure. But tell me, do you +think I am so beautiful?" + +"You won't be at all beautiful if you eat me," he said, shaking his +head sadly. "Handsome is as handsome does, you know." + +The Queen turned to Button-Bright. + +"Do YOU think I'm beautiful?" she asked. + +"No," said the boy; "you're ugly." + +"I think you're a fright," said Dorothy. + +"If you could see yourself you'd be terribly scared," added Polly. + +The Queen scowled at them and flopped from her red side to her +yellow side. + +"Take them away," she commanded the guard, "and at six o'clock run +them through the meat chopper and start the soup kettle boiling. +And put plenty of salt in the broth this time, or I'll punish +the cooks severely." + +"Any onions, your Majesty?" asked one of the guard. + +"Plenty of onions and garlic and a dash of red pepper. Now, go!" + +The Scoodlers led the captives away and shut them up in one of the +houses, leaving only a single Scoodler to keep guard. + +The place was a sort of store-house; containing bags of potatoes and +baskets of carrots, onions and turnips. + +"These," said their guard, pointing to the vegetables, "we use to +flavor our soups with." + +The prisoners were rather disheartened by this time, for they saw no +way to escape and did not know how soon it would be six o'clock and +time for the meatchopper to begin work. But the shaggy man was brave +and did not intend to submit to such a horrid fate without a struggle. + +"I'm going to fight for our lives," he whispered to the children, "for +if I fail we will be no worse off than before, and to sit here +quietly until we are made into soup would be foolish and cowardly." + +The Scoodler on guard stood near the doorway, turning first his white +side toward them and then his black side, as if he wanted to show to +all of his greedy four eyes the sight of so many fat prisoners. The +captives sat in a sorrowful group at the other end of the room--except +Polychrome, who danced back and forth in the little place to keep +herself warm, for she felt the chill of the cave. Whenever she +approached the shaggy man he would whisper something in her ear, and +Polly would nod her pretty head as if she understood. + +The shaggy man told Dorothy and Button-Bright to stand before him +while he emptied the potatoes out of one of the sacks. When this had +been secretly done, little Polychrome, dancing near to the guard, +suddenly reached out her hand and slapped his face, the next instant +whirling away from him quickly to rejoin her friends. + +The angry Scoodler at once picked off his head and hurled it at the +Rainbow's Daughter; but the shaggy man was expecting that, and caught +the head very neatly, putting it in the sack, which he tied at the +mouth. The body of the guard, not having the eyes of its head to +guide it, ran here and there in an aimless manner, and the shaggy man +easily dodged it and opened the door. Fortunately, there was no one +in the big cave at that moment, so he told Dorothy and Polly to run as +fast as they could for the entrance, and out across the narrow bridge. + +"I'll carry Button-Bright," he said, for he knew the little boy's legs +were too short to run fast. + +Dorothy picked up Toto and then seized Polly's hand and ran swiftly +toward the entrance to the cave. The shaggy man perched Button-Bright +on his shoulders and ran after them. They moved so quickly and their +escape was so wholly unexpected that they had almost reached the +bridge when one of the Scoodlers looked out of his house and saw them. + +The creature raised a shrill cry that brought all of its fellows +bounding out of the numerous doors, and at once they started in chase. +Dorothy and Polly had reached the bridge and crossed it when the +Scoodlers began throwing their heads. One of the queer missiles +struck the shaggy man on his back and nearly knocked him over; but he +was at the mouth of the cave now, so he set down Button-Bright and +told the boy to run across the bridge to Dorothy. + +Then the shaggy man turned around and faced his enemies, standing just +outside the opening, and as fast as they threw their heads at him he +caught them and tossed them into the black gulf below. The headless +bodies of the foremost Scoodlers kept the others from running close +up, but they also threw their heads in an effort to stop the escaping +prisoners. The shaggy man caught them all and sent them whirling down +into the black gulf. Among them he noticed the crimson and yellow head +of the Queen, and this he tossed after the others with right good will. + +Presently every Scoodler of the lot had thrown its head, and every +head was down in the deep gulf, and now the helpless bodies of the +creatures were mixed together in the cave and wriggling around in a +vain attempt to discover what had become of their heads. The shaggy +man laughed and walked across the bridge to rejoin his companions. + +"It's lucky I learned to play base-ball when I was young," he remarked, +"for I caught all those heads easily and never missed one. But come +along, little ones; the Scoodlers will never bother us or anyone else +any more." + +Button-Bright was still frightened and kept insisting, "I don't want +to be soup!" for the victory had been gained so suddenly that the boy +could not realize they were free and safe. But the shaggy man assured +him that all danger of their being made into soup was now past, as the +Scoodlers would be unable to eat soup for some time to come. + +So now, anxious to get away from the horrid gloomy cave as soon as +possible, they hastened up the hillside and regained the road just +beyond the place where they had first met the Scoodlers; and you may be +sure they were glad to find their feet on the old familiar path again. + + + +11. Johnny Dooit Does It + + +"It's getting awful rough walking," said Dorothy, as they trudged +along. Button-Bright gave a deep sigh and said he was hungry. +Indeed, all were hungry, and thirsty, too; for they had eaten nothing +but the apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew +silent and weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a +barren hill and saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of +grass at their feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them. + +Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing +sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a +spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild +strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat. +Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the +hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to +eat and to drink. They lost no time in picking the biggest +strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts' +content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a +fearful, dismal desert, everywhere gray sand. At the edge of this +awful waste was a large, white sign with black letters neatly painted +upon it and the letters made these words: + + +ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT + +For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh +to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the + +LAND OF OZ + +But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country +because of these Destroying Sands + + +"Oh," said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read the sign aloud; +"I've seen this desert before, and it's true no one can live who +tries to walk upon the sands." + +"Then we musn't try it," answered the shaggy man thoughtfully. +"But as we can't go ahead and there's no use going back, +what shall we do next?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"I'm sure I don't know, either," added Dorothy, despondently. + +"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow's +Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you +could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or +worry of any sort. But I suppose father's too busy just now to search +the world for me." + +"Don't want to dance," said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon +the soft grass. + +"It's very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other +things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I'm 'fraid +they'd be kind of soft an' squashy under foot, anyhow, although +they're so pretty to look at." + +This didn't help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and +looked at one another questioningly. + +"Really, I don't know what to do," muttered the shaggy man, gazing +hard at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" +just as if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a +stick and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a +while in deep thought. Finally, the shaggy man said: + +"It's nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty +place and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best +to be done." + +There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves +of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, +so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when +it was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning. + +Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the +starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters. +Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good +thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was +soon lost in slumber. + +In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and +sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said: + +"Polly, can you do any magic?" + +"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head. + +"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter," +continued Dorothy, earnestly. + +"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use +for magic," replied Polychrome. + +"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the +desert to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it +already, you know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house +over, and some Silver Shoes brought me back again--in half a second. +Then Ozma took me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic +Belt took me home that time. You see it was magic that did it every +time 'cept the first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to happen along +and take us to the Emerald City now." + +"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway." + +"That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the +little Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright +can't; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which +won't help us much." + +"Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile +on his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I +can call to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love +Magnet, and this friend surely will be able to help us." + +"Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy. + +"Johnny Dooit." + +"What can Johnny do?" + +"Anything," answered the shaggy man, with confidence. + +"Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly. + +The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the +paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand +he looked at it steadily and said these words: + + +"Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me. +I need you bad as bad can be." + + +"Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn't say +you need me bad, 'cause I'm always, ALWAYS, good." + +At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting +on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was +grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he +had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard +knot underneath the leather apron that reached from his chin nearly to +his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a +long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes +were twinkling and merry. The little man's hands and arms were as +hard and tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny +Dooit looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime. + +"Good morning, Johnny," said the shaggy man. "Thank you for coming to +me so quickly." + +"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what's +happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, +I wouldn't have known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn't looked +at your feet." + +The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and +Button-Bright and the Rainbow's Daughter, and told him the story of +their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the +Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would +take care of them and send them safe home again. + +"But," said he, "we find that we can't cross this desert, which turns +all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to +come and help us." + +Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful +desert in front of them--stretching so far away they could not see +its end. + +"You must ride," he said, briskly. + +"What in?" asked the shaggy man. + +"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship. +The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot +touch your flesh to turn it into dust." + +"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the +way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the +horrid sand at all." + +"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all +around him. + +"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit. + +As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his +pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and +Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes. + +Johnny Dooit moved quickly now--so quickly that they were astonished +at the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for +everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools +because they did their work so fast and so well. + +The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen +to it. She thought the words were something like these: + + +The only way to do a thing +Is do it when you can, +And do it cheerfully, and sing +And work and think and plan. +The only real unhappy one +Is he who dares to shirk; +The only really happy one +Is he who cares to work. + + +Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and +they all stood by and watched him in amazement. + +He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took +a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad, long +boards. He then nailed the boards together into the shape of a boat, +about twelve feet long and four feet wide. He cut from another tree a +long, slender pole which, when trimmed of its branches and fastened +upright in the center of the boat, served as a mast. From the chest +he drew a coil of rope and a big bundle of canvas, and with +these--still humming his song--he rigged up a sail, arranging it so +it could be raised or lowered upon the mast. + +Dorothy fairly gasped with wonder to see the thing grow so speedily +before her eyes, and both Button-Bright and Polly looked on with the +same absorbed interest. + +"It ought to be painted," said Johnny Dooit, tossing his tools back +into the chest, "for that would make it look prettier. But 'though I +can paint it for you in three seconds it would take an hour to dry, +and that's a waste of time." + +"We don't care how it looks," said the shaggy man, "if only it will +take us across the desert." + +"It will do that," declared Johnny Dooit. "All you need worry about +is tipping over. Did you ever sail a ship?" + +"I've seen one sailed," said the shaggy man. + +"Good. Sail this boat the way you've seen a ship sailed, and you'll +be across the sands before you know it." + +With this he slammed down the lid of the chest, and the noise made +them all wink. While they were winking the workman disappeared, +tools and all. + + + +12. The Deadly Desert Crossed + + +"Oh, that's too bad!" cried Dorothy; "I wanted to thank Johnny Dooit +for all his kindness to us." + +"He hasn't time to listen to thanks," replied the shaggy man; "but I'm +sure he knows we are grateful. I suppose he is already at work in +some other part of the world." + +They now looked more carefully at the sand-boat, and saw that the +bottom was modeled with two sharp runners which would glide through +the sand. The front of the sand-boat was pointed like the bow of a +ship, and there was a rudder at the stern to steer by. + +It had been built just at the edge of the desert, so that all its +length lay upon the gray sand except the after part, which still +rested on the strip of grass. + +"Get in, my dears," said the shaggy man; "I'm sure I can manage this +boat as well as any sailor. All you need do is sit still in your places." + +Dorothy got in, Toto in her arms, and sat on the bottom of the boat +just in front of the mast. Button-Bright sat in front of Dorothy, +while Polly leaned over the bow. The shaggy man knelt behind the +mast. When all were ready he raised the sail half-way. The wind +caught it. At once the sand-boat started forward--slowly at first, +then with added speed. The shaggy man pulled the sail way up, and +they flew so fast over the Deadly Desert that every one held fast to +the sides of the boat and scarcely dared to breathe. + +The sand lay in billows, and was in places very uneven, so that the +boat rocked dangerously from side to side; but it never quite tipped +over, and the speed was so great that the shaggy man himself became +frightened and began to wonder how he could make the ship go slower. + +"It we're spilled in this sand, in the middle of the desert," Dorothy +thought to herself, "we'll be nothing but dust in a few minutes, and +that will be the end of us." + +But they were not spilled, and by-and-by Polychrome, who was clinging +to the bow and looking straight ahead, saw a dark line before them and +wondered what it was. It grew plainer every second, until she +discovered it to be a row of jagged rocks at the end of the desert, +while high above these rocks she could see a tableland of green grass +and beautiful trees. + +"Look out!" she screamed to the shaggy man. "Go slowly, or we shall +smash into the rocks." + +He heard her, and tried to pull down the sail; but the wind would +not let go of the broad canvas and the ropes had become tangled. + +Nearer and nearer they drew to the great rocks, and the shaggy man +was in despair because he could do nothing to stop the wild rush +of the sand-boat. + +They reached the edge of the desert and bumped squarely into the +rocks. There was a crash as Dorothy, Button-Bright, Toto and Polly +flew up in the air in a curve like a skyrocket's, one after another +landing high upon the grass, where they rolled and tumbled for a time +before they could stop themselves. + +The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap +beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the +donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he +could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go, +and sat up to look around him. + +Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by +knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully +at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had +stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs +frantically in an effort to get free. + +Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood +up and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of +the desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters +now, crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away +the sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments +of it fluttered like a white flag. + +"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is +I don't know." + +"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to +his side. + +"Must it?" + +"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere +in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City." + +"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there." + +"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued. + +"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere; +but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us +a welcome." + + + +13. The Truth Pond + + +They now made a more careful examination of the country around them. +All was fresh and beautiful after the sultriness of the desert, and +the sunshine and sweet, crisp air were delightful to the wanderers. +Little mounds of yellowish green were away at the right, while on the +left waved a group of tall leafy trees bearing yellow blossoms that +looked like tassels and pompoms. Among the grasses carpeting the +ground were pretty buttercups and cowslips and marigolds. After +looking at these a moment Dorothy said reflectively: + +"We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that +country is yellow, and you will notice that 'most everything here is +yellow that has any color at all." + +"But I thought this was the Land of Oz," replied the shaggy man, +as if greatly disappointed. + +"So it is," she declared; "but there are four parts to the Land of Oz. +The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. +The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. +Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in +the West, the yellow Country of the Winkies. This is the part that is +ruled by the Tin Woodman, you know." + +"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Why, he's the tin man I told you about. His name is Nick Chopper, +and he has a lovely heart given him by the wonderful Wizard." + +"Where does HE live?" asked the boy. + +"The Wizard? Oh, he lives in the Emerald City, which is just in the +middle of Oz, where the corners of the four countries meet." + +"Oh," said Button-Bright, puzzled by this explanation. + +"We must be some distance from the Emerald City," remarked the shaggy man. + +"That's true," she replied; "so we'd better start on and see if we can +find any of the Winkies. They're nice people," she continued, as the +little party began walking toward the group of trees, "and I came here +once with my friends the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, and the +Cowardly Lion, to fight a wicked witch who had made all the Winkies +her slaves." + +"Did you conquer her?" asked Polly. + +"Why, I melted her with a bucket of water, and that was the end of +her," replied Dorothy. "After that the people were free, you know, +and they made Nick Chopper--that's the Tin Woodman--their Emp'ror." + +"What's that?" asked Button-Bright. + +"Emp'ror? Oh, it's something like an alderman, I guess." + +"Oh," said the boy. + +"But I thought Princess Ozma ruled Oz," said the shaggy man. + +"So she does; she rules the Emerald City and all the four countries +of Oz; but each country has another little ruler, not so big as Ozma. +It's like the officers of an army, you see; the little rulers are all +captains, and Ozma's the general." + +By this time they had reached the trees, which stood in a perfect +circle and just far enough apart so that their thick branches +touched--or "shook hands," as Button-Bright remarked. Under the shade +of the trees they found, in the center of the circle, a crystal pool, +its water as still as glass. It must have been deep, too, for when +Polychrome bent over it she gave a little sigh of pleasure. + +"Why, it's a mirror!" she cried; for she could see all her pretty +face and fluffy, rainbow-tinted gown reflected in the pool, +as natural as life. + +Dorothy bent over, too, and began to arrange her hair, blown by the +desert wind into straggling tangles. Button-Bright leaned over the +edge next, and then began to cry, for the sight of his fox head +frightened the poor little fellow. + +"I guess I won't look," remarked the shaggy man, sadly, for he didn't +like his donkey head, either. While Polly and Dorothy tried to +comfort Button-Bright, the shaggy man sat down near the edge of the +pool, where his image could not be reflected, and stared at the water +thoughtfully. As he did this he noticed a silver plate fastened to a +rock just under the surface of the water, and on the silver plate was +engraved these words: + + +THE TRUTH POND + + +"Ah!" cried the shaggy man, springing to his feet with eager joy; +"we've found it at last." + +"Found what?" asked Dorothy, running to him. + +"The Truth Pond. Now, at last, I may get rid of this frightful head; +for we were told, you remember, that only the Truth Pond could restore +to me my proper face." + +"Me, too!" shouted Button-Bright, trotting up to them. + +"Of course," said Dorothy. "It will cure you both of your bad heads, +I guess. Isn't it lucky we found it?" + +"It is, indeed," replied the shaggy man. "I hated dreadfully to go to +Princess Ozma looking like this; and she's to have a birthday +celebration, too." + +Just then a splash startled them, for Button-Bright, in his anxiety +to see the pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge +and tumbled heels over head into the water. Down he went, out of +sight entirely, so that only his sailor hat floated on the top of +the Truth Pond. + +He soon bobbed up, and the shaggy man seized him by his sailor +collar and dragged him to the shore, dripping and gasping for breath. +They all looked upon the boy wonderingly, for the fox head with its +sharp nose and pointed ears was gone, and in its place appeared the +chubby round face and blue eyes and pretty curls that had belonged to +Button-Bright before King Dox of Foxville transformed him. + +"Oh, what a darling!" cried Polly, and would have hugged the little +one had he not been so wet. + +Their joyful exclamations made the child rub the water out of his eyes +and look at his friends questioningly. + +"You're all right now, dear," said Dorothy. "Come and look at yourself." +She led him to the pool, and although there were still a few ripples +on the surface of the water he could see his reflection plainly. + +"It's me!" he said, in a pleased yet awed whisper. + +"'Course it is," replied the girl, "and we're all as glad as +you are, Button-Bright." + +"Well," announced the shaggy man, "it's my turn next." He took off +his shaggy coat and laid it on the grass and dived head first into the +Truth Pond. + +When he came up the donkey head had disappeared, and the shaggy man's +own shaggy head was in its place, with the water dripping in little +streams from his shaggy whiskers. He scrambled ashore and shook +himself to get off some of the wet, and then leaned over the pool to +look admiringly at his reflected face. + +"I may not be strictly beautiful, even now," he said to his +companions, who watched him with smiling faces; "but I'm so much +handsomer than any donkey that I feel as proud as I can be." + +"You're all right, Shaggy Man," declared Dorothy. "And Button-Bright +is all right, too. So let's thank the Truth Pond for being so nice, +and start on our journey to the Emerald City." + +"I hate to leave it," murmured the shaggy man, with a sigh. "A truth +pond wouldn't be a bad thing to carry around with us." But he put on +his coat and started with the others in search of some one to direct +them on their way. + + + +14. Tik-Tok and Billina + + +They had not walked far across the flower-strewn meadows when they came +upon a fine road leading toward the northwest and winding gracefully +among the pretty yellow hills. + +"That way," said Dorothy, "must be the direction of the Emerald City. +We'd better follow the road until we meet some one or come to a house." + +The sun soon dried Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes, and so pleased were they at regaining their own heads +that they did not mind at all the brief discomfort of getting wet. + +"It's good to be able to whistle again," remarked the shaggy man, "for +those donkey lips were so thick I could not whistle a note with them." +He warbled a tune as merrily as any bird. + +"You'll look more natural at the birthday celebration, too," said +Dorothy, happy in seeing her friends so happy. + +Polychrome was dancing ahead in her usual sprightly manner, whirling +gaily along the smooth, level road, until she passed from sight around +the curve of one of the mounds. Suddenly they heard her exclaim "Oh!" +and she appeared again, running toward them at full speed. + +"What's the matter, Polly?" asked Dorothy, perplexed. + +There was no need for the Rainbow's Daughter to answer, for turning +the bend in the road there came advancing slowly toward them a funny +round man made of burnished copper, gleaming brightly in the sun. +Perched on the copper man's shoulder sat a yellow hen, with fluffy +feathers and a pearl necklace around her throat. + +"Oh, Tik-tok!" cried Dorothy, running forward. When she came to him, +the copper man lifted the little girl in his copper arms and kissed +her cheek with his copper lips. + +"Oh, Billina!" cried Dorothy, in a glad voice, and the yellow hen flew +to her arms, to be hugged and petted by turns. + +The others were curiously crowding around the group, and the girl said +to them: + +"It's Tik-tok and Billina; and oh! I'm so glad to see them again." + +"Wel-come to Oz," said the copper man in a monotonous voice. + +Dorothy sat right down in the road, the yellow hen in her arms, and +began to stroke Billina's back. Said the hen: + +"Dorothy, dear, I've got some wonderful news to tell you." + +"Tell it quick, Billina!" said the girl. + +Just then Toto, who had been growling to himself in a cross way, gave +a sharp bark and flew at the yellow hen, who ruffled her feathers and +let out such an angry screech that Dorothy was startled. + +"Stop, Toto! Stop that this minute!" she commanded. "Can't you see +that Billina is my friend?" In spite of this warning had she not +grabbed Toto quickly by the neck the little dog would have done the +yellow hen a mischief, and even now he struggled madly to escape +Dorothy's grasp. She slapped his ears once or twice and told him to +behave, and the yellow hen flew to Tik-tok's shoulder again, where she +was safe. + +"What a brute!" croaked Billina, glaring down at the little dog. + +"Toto isn't a brute," replied Dorothy, "but at home Uncle Henry has to +whip him sometimes for chasing the chickens. Now look here, Toto," +she added, holding up her finger and speaking sternly to him, "you've +got to understand that Billina is one of my dearest friends, and musn't +be hurt--now or ever." + +Toto wagged his tail as if he understood. + +"The miserable thing can't talk," said Billina, with a sneer. + +"Yes, he can," replied Dorothy; "he talks with his tail, and I know +everything he says. If you could wag your tail, Billina, you wouldn't +need words to talk with." + +"Nonsense!" said Billina. + +"It isn't nonsense at all. Just now Toto says he's sorry, and that +he'll try to love you for my sake. Don't you, Toto?" + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, wagging his tail again. + +"But I've such wonderful news for you, Dorothy," cried the +yellow hen; "I've--" + +"Wait a minute, dear," interrupted the little girl; "I've got to +introduce you all, first. That's manners, Billina. This," turning to +her traveling companions, "is Mr. Tik-tok, who works by machinery +'cause his thoughts wind up, and his talk winds up, and his action +winds up--like a clock." + +"Do they all wind up together?" asked the shaggy man. + +"No; each one separate. But he works just lovely, and Tik-tok was a +good friend to me once, and saved my life--and Billina's life, too." + +"Is he alive?" asked Button-Bright, looking hard at the copper man. + +"Oh, no, but his machinery makes him just as good as alive." She +turned to the copper man and said politely: "Mr. Tik-tok, these are +my new friends: the shaggy man, and Polly the Rainbow's Daughter, and +Button-Bright, and Toto. Only Toto isn't a new friend, 'cause he's +been to Oz before." + +The copper man bowed low, removing his copper hat as he did so. + +"I'm ve-ry pleased to meet Dor-o-thy's fr-r-r-r---" Here he +stopped short. + +"Oh, I guess his speech needs winding!" said the little girl, running +behind the copper man to get the key off a hook at his back. She +wound him up at a place under his right arm and he went on to say: + +"Par-don me for run-ning down. I was a-bout to say I am pleased to +meet Dor-o-thy's friends, who must be my friends." The words were +somewhat jerky, but plain to understand. + +"And this is Billina," continued Dorothy, introducing the yellow hen, +and they all bowed to her in turn. + +"I've such wonderful news," said the hen, turning her head so that one +bright eye looked full at Dorothy. + +"What is it, dear?" asked the girl. + +"I've hatched out ten of the loveliest chicks you ever saw." + +"Oh, how nice! And where are they, Billina?" + +"I left them at home. But they're beauties, I assure you, and all +wonderfully clever. I've named them Dorothy." + +"Which one?" asked the girl. + +"All of them," replied Billina. + +"That's funny. Why did you name them all with the same name?" + +"It was so hard to tell them apart," explained the hen. "Now, when +I call 'Dorothy,' they all come running to me in a bunch; it's much +easier, after all, than having a separate name for each." + +"I'm just dying to see 'em, Billina," said Dorothy, eagerly. "But tell +me, my friends, how did you happen to be here, in the Country of the +Winkies, the first of all to meet us?" + +"I'll tell you," answered Tik-tok, in his monotonous voice, all the +sounds of his words being on one level--"Prin-cess Oz-ma saw you in +her mag-ic pic-ture, and knew you were com-ing here; so she sent +Bil-lin-a and me to wel-come you as she could not come her-self; so +that--fiz-i-dig-le cum-so-lut-ing hy-ber-gob-ble in-tu-zib-ick--" + +"Good gracious! Whatever's the matter now?" cried Dorothy, as the +copper man continued to babble these unmeaning words, which no one +could understand at all because they had no sense. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, who was half scared. Polly whirled +away to a distance and turned to look at the copper man in a fright. + +"His thoughts have run down, this time," remarked Billina composedly, +as she sat on Tik-tok's shoulder and pruned her sleek feathers. "When +he can't think, he can't talk properly, any more than you can. You'll +have to wind up his thoughts, Dorothy, or else I'll have to finish his +story myself." + +Dorothy ran around and got the key again and wound up Tik-tok under +his left arm, after which he could speak plainly again. + +"Par-don me," he said, "but when my thoughts run down, my speech has +no mean-ing, for words are formed on-ly by thought. I was a-bout to +say that Oz-ma sent us to wel-come you and in-vite you to come +straight to the Em-er-ald Ci-ty. She was too bus-y to come her-self, +for she is pre-par-ing for her birth-day cel-e-bra-tion, which is to +be a grand af-fair." + +"I've heard of it," said Dorothy, "and I'm glad we've come in time to +attend. Is it far from here to the Emerald City?" + +"Not ve-ry far," answered Tik-tok, "and we have plen-ty of time. +To-night we will stop at the pal-ace of the Tin Wood-man, and +to-mor-row night we will ar-rive at the Em-er-ald Ci-ty." + +"Goody!" cried Dorothy. "I'd like to see dear Nick Chopper again. +How's his heart?" + +"It's fine," said Billina; "the Tin Woodman says it gets softer and +kindlier every day. He's waiting at his castle to welcome you, +Dorothy; but he couldn't come with us because he's getting polished as +bright as possible for Ozma's party." + +"Well then," said Dorothy, "let's start on, and we can talk more as we go." + +They proceeded on their journey in a friendly group, for Polychrome +had discovered that the copper man was harmless and was no longer +afraid of him. Button-Bright was also reassured, and took quite a +fancy to Tik-tok. He wanted the clockwork man to open himself, so that +he might see the wheels go round; but that was a thing Tik-tok could +not do. Button-Bright then wanted to wind up the copper man, and +Dorothy promised he should do so as soon as any part of the machinery +ran down. This pleased Button-Bright, who held fast to one of +Tik-tok's copper hands as he trudged along the road, while Dorothy +walked on the other side of her old friend and Billina perched by +turns upon his shoulder or his copper hat. Polly once more joyously +danced ahead and Toto ran after her, barking with glee. The shaggy +man was left to walk behind; but he didn't seem to mind that a bit,and +whistled merrily or looked curiously upon the pretty scenes they passed. + +At last they came to a hilltop from which the tin castle of Nick +Chopper could plainly be seen, its towers glistening magnificently +under the rays of the declining sun. + +"How pretty!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I've never seen the Emp'ror's new +house before." + +"He built it because the old castle was damp, and likely to rust his +tin body," said Billina. "All those towers and steeples and domes and +gables took a lot of tin, as you can see." + +"Is it a toy?" asked Button-Bright softly. + +"No, dear," answered Dorothy; "it's better than that. It's the fairy +dwelling of a fairy prince." + + + +15. The Emperor's Tin Castle + + +The grounds around Nick Chopper's new house were laid out in pretty +flower-beds, with fountains of crystal water and statues of tin +representing the Emperor's personal friends. Dorothy was astonished +and delighted to find a tin statue of herself standing on a tin +pedestal at a bend in the avenue leading up to the entrance. It was +life-size and showed her in her sunbonnet with her basket on her arm, +just as she had first appeared in the Land of Oz. + +"Oh, Toto--you're there too!" she exclaimed; and sure enough there +was the tin figure of Toto lying at the tin Dorothy's feet. + +Also, Dorothy saw figures of the Scarecrow, and the Wizard, and Ozma, +and of many others, including Tik-tok. They reached the grand tin +entrance to the tin castle, and the Tin Woodman himself came running +out of the door to embrace little Dorothy and give her a glad welcome. +He welcomed her friends as well, and the Rainbow's Daughter he +declared to be the loveliest vision his tin eyes had ever beheld. He +patted Button-Bright's curly head tenderly, for he was fond of +children, and turned to the shaggy man and shook both his hands at the +same time. + +Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies, who was also known +throughout the Land of Oz as the Tin Woodman, was certainly a +remarkable person. He was neatly made, all of tin, nicely soldered at +the joints, and his various limbs were cleverly hinged to his body so +that he could use them nearly as well as if they had been common +flesh. Once, he told the shaggy man, he had been made all of flesh +and bones, as other people are, and then he chopped wood in the +forests to earn his living. But the axe slipped so often and cut off +parts of him--which he had replaced with tin--that finally there was +no flesh left, nothing but tin; so he became a real tin woodman. The +wonderful Wizard of Oz had given him an excellent heart to replace his +old one, and he didn't at all mind being tin. Every one loved him, he +loved every one; and he was therefore as happy as the day was long. + +The Emperor was proud of his new tin castle, and showed his visitors +through all the rooms. Every bit of the furniture was made of +brightly polished tin--the tables, chairs, beds, and all--even the +floors and walls were of tin. + +"I suppose," said he, "that there are no cleverer tinsmiths in all the +world than the Winkies. It would be hard to match this castle in +Kansas; wouldn't it, little Dorothy?" + +"Very hard," replied the child, gravely. + +"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man. + +"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! +Did you suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?" + +"Why not?" asked the shaggy man. + +"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and +the desire to please one another, then we should be no better than the +rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is +not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for +what one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him +happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use." + +"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also +despise money--a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will +not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land +in all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live +here always." + +The Tin Woodman listened with respectful attention. Already he loved +the shaggy man, although he did not yet know of the Love Magnet. +So he said: + +"If you can prove to the Princess Ozma that you are honest and true +and worthy of our friendship, you may indeed live here all your days, +and be as happy as we are." + +"I'll try to prove that," said the shaggy man, earnestly. + +"And now," continued the Emperor, "you must all go to your rooms and +prepare for dinner, which will presently be served in the grand tin +dining-hall. I am sorry, Shaggy Man, that I can not offer you a +change of clothing; but I dress only in tin, myself, and I suppose +that would not suit you." + +"I care little about dress," said the shaggy man, indifferently. + +"So I should imagine," replied the Emperor, with true politeness. + +They were shown to their rooms and permitted to make such toilets as +they could, and soon they assembled again in the grand tin dining-hall, +even Toto being present. For the Emperor was fond of Dorothy's +little dog, and the girl explained to her friends that in Oz all +animals were treated with as much consideration as the people--"if +they behave themselves," she added. + +Toto behaved himself, and sat in a tin high-chair beside Dorothy and +ate his dinner from a tin platter. + +Indeed, they all ate from tin dishes, but these were of pretty shapes +and brightly polished; Dorothy thought they were just as good as silver. + +Button-Bright looked curiously at the man who had "no appetite inside +him," for the Tin Woodman, although he had prepared so fine a feast +for his guests, ate not a mouthful himself, sitting patiently in his +place to see that all built so they could eat were well and +plentifully served. + +What pleased Button-Bright most about the dinner was the tin orchestra +that played sweet music while the company ate. The players were not +tin, being just ordinary Winkies; but the instruments they played upon +were all tin--tin trumpets, tin fiddles, tin drums and cymbals and +flutes and horns and all. They played so nicely the "Shining Emperor +Waltz," composed expressly in honor of the Tin Woodman by Mr. H. M. +Wogglebug, T.E., that Polly could not resist dancing to it. After she +had tasted a few dewdrops, freshly gathered for her, she danced +gracefully to the music while the others finished their repast; and +when she whirled until her fleecy draperies of rainbow hues enveloped +her like a cloud, the Tin Woodman was so delighted that he clapped his +tin hands until the noise of them drowned the sound of the cymbals. + +Altogether it was a merry meal, although Polychrome ate little and the +host nothing at all. + +"I'm sorry the Rainbow's Daughter missed her mist-cakes," said the Tin +Woodman to Dorothy; "but by a mistake Miss Polly's mist-cakes were mislaid +and not missed until now. I'll try to have some for her breakfast." + +They spent the evening telling stories, and the next morning left the +splendid tin castle and set out upon the road to the Emerald City. +The Tin Woodman went with them, of course, having by this time been so +brightly polished that he sparkled like silver. His axe, which he +always carried with him, had a steel blade that was tin plated and a +handle covered with tin plate beautifully engraved and set with diamonds. + +The Winkies assembled before the castle gates and cheered their +Emperor as he marched away, and it was easy to see that they all +loved him dearly. + + + +16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field + + +Dorothy let Button-Bright wind up the clock-work in the copper man this +morning--his thinking machine first, then his speech, and finally his +action; so he would doubtless run perfectly until they had reached the +Emerald City. The copper man and the tin man were good friends, and +not so much alike as you might think. For one was alive and the other +moved by means of machinery; one was tall and angular and the other +short and round. You could love the Tin Woodman because he had a fine +nature, kindly and simple; but the machine man you could only admire +without loving, since to love such a thing as he was as impossible as +to love a sewing-machine or an automobile. Yet Tik-tok was popular +with the people of Oz because he was so trustworthy, reliable and +true; he was sure to do exactly what he was wound up to do, at all +times and in all circumstances. Perhaps it is better to be a machine +that does its duty than a flesh-and-blood person who will not, for a +dead truth is better than a live falsehood. + +About noon the travelers reached a large field of pumpkins--a +vegetable quite appropriate to the yellow country of the Winkies--and +some of the pumpkins which grew there were of remarkable size. Just +before they entered upon this field they saw three little mounds that +looked like graves, with a pretty headstone to each one of them. + +"What is this?" asked Dorothy, in wonder. + +"It's Jack Pumpkinhead's private graveyard," replied the Tin Woodman. + +"But I thought nobody ever died in Oz," she said. + +"Nor do they; although if one is bad, he may be condemned and killed +by the good citizens," he answered. + +Dorothy ran over to the little graves and read the words engraved upon +the tombstones. The first one said: + + +Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD +Which Spoiled April 9th. + + +She then went to the next stone, which read: + + +Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD +Which Spoiled October 2nd. + + +On the third stone were carved these words: + + +Here Lies the Mortal Part of + JACK PUMPKINHEAD +Which Spoiled January 24th. + + +"Poor Jack!" sighed Dorothy. "I'm sorry he had to die in three +parts, for I hoped to see him again." + +"So you shall," declared the Tin Woodman, "since he is still alive. +Come with me to his house, for Jack is now a farmer and lives in this +very pumpkin field." + +They walked over to a monstrous big, hollow pumpkin which had a door +and windows cut through the rind. There was a stovepipe running through +the stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front door. + +They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a bench +was a man clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded blue +trousers, whose body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsily +together. On his neck was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a face +carved on it such as a boy often carves on a jack-lantern. + +This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with his +wooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the room +with them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed: + +"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!" + +He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the little +Kansas girl and Nick Chopper, and to be introduced to their new friends. + +Button-Bright was at first rather shy with the quaint Pumpkinhead, but +Jack's face was so jolly and smiling--being carved that way--that the +boy soon grew to like him. + +"I thought a while ago that you were buried in three parts," said +Dorothy, "but now I see you're just the same as ever." + +"Not quite the same, my dear, for my mouth is a little more one-sided +than it used to be; but pretty nearly the same. I've a new head, and +this is the fourth one I've owned since Ozma first made me and brought +me to life by sprinkling me with the Magic Powder." + +"What became of the other heads, Jack?" + +"They spoiled and I buried them, for they were not even fit for pies. +Each time Ozma has carved me a new head just like the old one, and as +my body is by far the largest part of me, I am still Jack Pumpkinhead, +no matter how often I change my upper end. Once we had a dreadful +time to find another pumpkin, as they were out of season, and so I was +obliged to wear my old head a little longer than was strictly healthy. +But after this sad experience I resolved to raise pumpkins myself, so +as never to be caught again without one handy; and now I have this +fine field that you see before you. Some grow pretty big--too big to +be used for heads--so I dug out this one and use it for a house." + +"Isn't it damp?" asked Dorothy. + +"Not very. There isn't much left but the shell, you see, and it will +last a long time yet." + +"I think you are brighter than you used to be, Jack," said the Tin +Woodman. "Your last head was a stupid one." + +"The seeds in this one are better," was the reply. + +"Are you going to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy. + +"Yes," said he, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Ozma's my parent, +you know, because she built my body and carved my pumpkin head. I'll +follow you to the Emerald City to-morrow, where we shall meet again. +I can't go to-day, because I have to plant fresh pumpkin-seeds and water +the young vines. But give my love to Ozma, and tell her I'll be there +in time for the jubilation." + +"We will," she promised; and then they all left him and resumed +their journey. + + + +17. The Royal Chariot Arrives + + +The neat yellow houses of the Winkies were now to be seen standing +here and there along the roadway, giving the country a more cheerful +and civilized look. They were farm-houses, though, and set far apart; +for in the Land of Oz there were no towns or villages except the +magnificent Emerald City in its center. + +Hedges of evergreen or of yellow roses bordered the broad highway and +the farms showed the care of their industrious inhabitants. The +nearer the travelers came to the great city the more prosperous the +country became, and they crossed many bridges over the sparkling +streams and rivulets that watered the lands. + +As they walked leisurely along the shaggy man said to the Tin Woodman: + +"What sort of a Magic Powder was it that made your friend the +Pumpkinhead live?" + +"It was called the Powder of Life," was the answer; "and it was +invented by a crooked Sorcerer who lived in the mountains of the North +Country. A Witch named Mombi got some of this powder from the crooked +Sorcerer and took it home with her. Ozma lived with the Witch then, +for it was before she became our Princess, while Mombi had transformed +her into the shape of a boy. Well, while Mombi was gone to the +crooked Sorcerer's, the boy made this pumpkin-headed man to amuse +himself, and also with the hope of frightening the Witch with it when +she returned. But Mombi was not scared, and she sprinkled the +Pumpkinhead with her Magic Powder of Life, to see if the Powder would +work. Ozma was watching, and saw the Pumpkinhead come to life; so that +night she took the pepper-box containing the Powder and ran away with +it and with Jack, in search of adventures. + +"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the roadside, and +sprinkled it with the Powder. It came to life at once, and Jack +Pumpkinhead rode the Saw-Horse to the Emerald City." + +"What became of the Saw-Horse, afterward?" asked the shaggy man, much +interested in this story. + +"Oh, it's alive yet, and you will probably meet it presently in the +Emerald City. Afterward, Ozma used the last of the Powder to bring +the Flying Gump to life; but as soon as it had carried her away from +her enemies the Gump was taken apart, so it doesn't exist any more." + +"It's too bad the Powder of Life was all used up," remarked the shaggy +man; "it would be a handy thing to have around." + +"I am not so sure of that, sir," answered the Tin Woodman. "A while +ago the crooked Sorcerer who invented the Magic Powder fell down a +precipice and was killed. All his possessions went to a relative--an +old woman named Dyna, who lives in the Emerald City. She went to the +mountains where the Sorcerer had lived and brought away everything she +thought of value. Among them was a small bottle of the Powder of +Life; but of course Dyna didn't know it was a Magic Powder, at all. It +happened she had once had a big blue bear for a pet; but the bear +choked to death on a fishbone one day, and she loved it so dearly +that Dyna made a rug of its skin, leaving the head and four paws on +the hide. She kept the rug on the floor of her front parlor." + +"I've seen rugs like that," said the shaggy man, nodding, "but never +one made from a blue bear." + +"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "the old woman had an idea that the +Powder in the bottle must be moth-powder, because it smelled something +like moth-powder; so one day she sprinkled it on her bear rug to keep +the moths out of it. She said, looking lovingly at the skin: 'I wish +my dear bear were alive again!' To her horror, the bear rug at once +came to life, having been sprinkled with the Magic Powder; and now this +live bear rug is a great trial to her, and makes her a lot of trouble." + +"Why?" asked the shaggy man. + +"Well, it stands up on its four feet and walks all around, and gets in +the way; and that spoils it for a rug. It can't speak, although it is +alive; for, while its head might say words, it has no breath in a solid +body to push the words out of its mouth. It's a very slimpsy affair +altogether, that bear rug, and the old woman is sorry it came to life. +Every day she has to scold it, and make it lie down flat on the parlor +floor to be walked upon; but sometimes when she goes to market the +rug will hump up its back skin, and stand on its four feet, and trot +along after her." + +"I should think Dyna would like that," said Dorothy. + +"Well, she doesn't; because every one knows it isn't a real bear, but +just a hollow skin, and so of no actual use in the world except for a +rug," answered the Tin Woodman. "Therefore I believe it is a good +thing that all the Magic Powder of Life is now used up, as it can not +cause any more trouble." + +"Perhaps you're right," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully. + +At noon they stopped at a farmhouse, where it delighted the farmer and +his wife to be able to give them a good luncheon. The farm people +knew Dorothy, having seen her when she was in the country before, and +they treated the little girl with as much respect as they did the +Emperor, because she was a friend of the powerful Princess Ozma. + +They had not proceeded far after leaving this farm-house before coming +to a high bridge over a broad river. This river, the Tin Woodman +informed them, was the boundary between the Country of the Winkies and +the territory of the Emerald City. The city itself was still a long +way off, but all around it was a green meadow as pretty as a well-kept +lawn, and in this were neither houses nor farms to spoil the beauty of +the scene. + +From the top of the high bridge they could see far away the +magnificent spires and splendid domes of the superb city, sparkling +like brilliant jewels as they towered above the emerald walls. The +shaggy man drew a deep breath of awe and amazement, for never had he +dreamed that such a grand and beautiful place could exist--even in the +fairyland of Oz. + +Polly was so pleased that her violet eyes sparkled like amethysts, and +she danced away from her companions across the bridge and into a group +of feathery trees lining both the roadsides. These trees she stopped +to look at with pleasure and surprise, for their leaves were shaped +like ostrich plumes, their feather edges beautifully curled; and all +the plumes were tinted in the same dainty rainbow hues that appeared +in Polychrome's own pretty gauze gown. + +"Father ought to see these trees," she murmured; "they are almost as +lovely as his own rainbows." + +Then she gave a start of terror, for beneath the trees came stalking +two great beasts, either one big enough to crush the little Daughter +of the Rainbow with one blow of his paws, or to eat her up with one +snap of his enormous jaws. One was a tawny lion, as tall as a horse, +nearly; the other a striped tiger almost the same size. + +Polly was too frightened to scream or to stir; she stood still with a +wildly beating heart until Dorothy rushed past her and with a glad cry +threw her arms around the huge lion's neck, hugging and kissing the +beast with evident joy. + +"Oh, I'm SO glad to see you again!" cried the little Kansas girl. +"And the Hungry Tiger, too! How fine you're both looking. Are you +well and happy?" + +"We certainly are, Dorothy," answered the Lion, in a deep voice that +sounded pleasant and kind; "and we are greatly pleased that you have +come to Ozma's party. It's going to be a grand affair, I promise you." + +"There will be lots of fat babies at the celebration, I hear," +remarked the Hungry Tiger, yawning so that his mouth opened dreadfully +wide and showed all his big, sharp teeth; "but of course I can't eat +any of 'em." + +"Is your Conscience still in good order?" asked Dorothy, anxiously. + +"Yes; it rules me like a tyrant," answered the Tiger, sorrowfully. "I +can imagine nothing more unpleasant than to own a Conscience," and he +winked slyly at his friend the Lion. + +"You're fooling me!" said Dorothy, with a laugh. "I don't b'lieve +you'd eat a baby if you lost your Conscience. Come here, Polly," she +called, "and be introduced to my friends." + +Polly advanced rather shyly. + +"You have some queer friends, Dorothy," she said. + +"The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends," was the +answer. "This is the Cowardly Lion, who isn't a coward at all, but +just thinks he is. The Wizard gave him some courage once, and he has +part of it left." + +The Lion bowed with great dignity to Polly. + +"You are very lovely, my dear," said he. "I hope we shall be friends +when we are better acquainted." + +"And this is the Hungry Tiger," continued Dorothy. "He says he longs +to eat fat babies; but the truth is he is never hungry at all, 'cause +he gets plenty to eat; and I don't s'pose he'd hurt anybody even if he +WAS hungry." + +"Hush, Dorothy," whispered the Tiger; "you'll ruin my reputation if +you are not more discreet. It isn't what we are, but what folks think +we are, that counts in this world. And come to think of it Miss +Polly would make a fine variegated breakfast, I'm sure." + + + +18. The Emerald City + + +The others now came up, and the Tin Woodman greeted the Lion and the +Tiger cordially. Button-Bright yelled with fear when Dorothy first +took his hand and led him toward the great beasts; but the girl +insisted they were kind and good, and so the boy mustered up courage +enough to pat their heads; after they had spoken to him gently and he +had looked into their intelligent eyes his fear vanished entirely +and he was so delighted with the animals that he wanted to keep close +to them and stroke their soft fur every minute. + +As for the shaggy man, he might have been afraid if he had met the +beasts alone, or in any other country, but so many were the marvels in; +the Land of Oz that he was no longer easily surprised, and Dorothy's +friendship for the Lion and Tiger was enough to assure him they were +safe companions. Toto barked at the Cowardly Lion in joyous greeting, +for he knew the beast of old and loved him, and it was funny to see +how gently the Lion raised his huge paw to pat Toto's head. The +little dog smelled of the Tiger's nose, and the Tiger politely shook +paws with him; so they were quite likely to become firm friends. + +Tik-tok and Billina knew the beasts well, so merely bade them good day +and asked after their healths and inquired about the Princess Ozma. + +Now it was seen that the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were +drawing behind them a splendid golden chariot, to which they were +harnessed by golden cords. The body of the chariot was decorated on +the outside with designs in clusters of sparkling emeralds, while +inside it was lined with a green and gold satin, and the cushions of +the seats were of green plush embroidered in gold with a crown, +underneath which was a monogram. + +"Why, it's Ozma's own royal chariot!" exclaimed Dorothy. + +"Yes," said the Cowardly Lion; "Ozma sent us to meet you here, for +she feared you would be weary with your long walk and she wished you +to enter the City in a style becoming your exalted rank." + +"What!" cried Polly, looking at Dorothy curiously. "Do you belong to +the nobility?" + +"Just in Oz I do," said the child, "'cause Ozma made me a Princess, +you know. But when I'm home in Kansas I'm only a country girl, and +have to help with the churning and wipe the dishes while Aunt Em +washes 'em. Do you have to help wash dishes on the rainbow, Polly?" + +"No, dear," answered Polychrome, smiling. + +"Well, I don't have to work any in Oz, either," said Dorothy. "It's +kind of fun to be a Princess once in a while; don't you think so?" + +"Dorothy and Polychrome and Button-Bright are all to ride in the +chariot," said the Lion. "So get in, my dears, and be careful not to +mar the gold or put your dusty feet on the embroidery." + +Button-Bright was delighted to ride behind such a superb team, and he +told Dorothy it made him feel like an actor in a circus. As the +strides of the animals brought them nearer to the Emerald City +every one bowed respectfully to the children, as well as to the Tin +Woodman, Tik-tok, and the shaggy man, who were following behind. + +The Yellow Hen had perched upon the back of the chariot, where she +could tell Dorothy more about her wonderful chickens as they rode. +And so the grand chariot came finally to the high wall surrounding the +City, and paused before the magnificent jewel-studded gates. + +These were opened by a cheerful-looking little man who wore green +spectacles over his eyes. Dorothy introduced him to her friends as +the Guardian of the Gates, and they noticed a big bunch of keys +suspended on the golden chain that hung around his neck. The chariot +passed through the outer gates into a fine arched chamber built in +the thick wall, and through the inner gates into the streets of the +Emerald City. + +Polychrome exclaimed in rapture at the wondrous beauty that met her +eyes on every side as they rode through this stately and imposing +City, the equal of which has never been discovered, even in Fairyland. +Button-Bright could only say "My!" so amazing was the sight; but his +eyes were wide open and he tried to look in every direction at the +same time, so as not to miss anything. + +The shaggy man was fairly astounded at what he saw, for the graceful +and handsome buildings were covered with plates of gold and set with +emeralds so splendid and valuable that in any other part of the world +any one of them would have been worth a fortune to its owner. The +sidewalks were superb marble slabs polished as smooth as glass, and +the curbs that separated the walks from the broad street were also set +thick with clustered emeralds. There were many people on these +walks--men, women and children--all dressed in handsome garments of +silk or satin or velvet, with beautiful jewels. Better even than +this: all seemed happy and contented, for their faces were smiling and +free from care, and music and laughter might be heard on every side. + +"Don't they work at all?" asked the shaggy man. + +"To be sure they work," replied the Tin Woodman; "this fair city +could not be built or cared for without labor, nor could the fruit and +vegetables and other food be provided for the inhabitants to eat. But +no one works more than half his time, and the people of Oz enjoy their +labors as much as they do their play." + +"It's wonderful!" declared the shaggy man. "I do hope Ozma will let +me live here." + +The chariot, winding through many charming streets, paused before a +building so vast and noble and elegant that even Button-Bright guessed +at once that it was the Royal Palace. Its gardens and ample grounds +were surrounded by a separate wall, not so high or thick as the wall +around the City, but more daintily designed and built all of green +marble. The gates flew open as the chariot appeared before them, and +the Cowardly Lion and Hungry Tiger trotted up a jeweled driveway to +the front door of the palace and stopped short. + +"Here we are!" said Dorothy, gaily, and helped Button-Bright from the +chariot. Polychrome leaped out lightly after them, and they were +greeted by a crowd of gorgeously dressed servants who bowed low as the +visitors mounted the marble steps. At their head was a pretty little +maid with dark hair and eyes, dressed all in green embroidered with +silver. Dorothy ran up to her with evident pleasure, and exclaimed: + +"O, Jellia Jamb! I'm so glad to see you again. Where's Ozma?" + +"In her room, your Highness," replied the little maid demurely, for +this was Ozma's favorite attendant. "She wishes you to come to her as +soon as you have rested and changed your dress, Princess Dorothy. And +you and your friends are to dine with her this evening." + +"When is her birthday, Jellia?" asked the girl. + +"Day after to-morrow, your Highness." + +"And where's the Scarecrow?" + +"He's gone into the Munchkin country to get some fresh straw to stuff +himself with, in honor of Ozma's celebration," replied the maid. "He +returns to the Emerald City to-morrow, he said." + +By this time, Tok-tok, the Tin Woodman, and the shaggy man had arrived +and the chariot had gone around to the back of the palace, Billina +going with the Lion and Tiger to see her chickens after her absence +from them. But Toto stayed close beside Dorothy. + +"Come in, please," said Jellia Jamb; "it shall be our pleasant duty +to escort all of you to the rooms prepared for your use." + +The shaggy man hesitated. Dorothy had never known him to be ashamed +of his shaggy looks before, but now that he was surrounded by so much +magnificence and splendor the shaggy man felt sadly out of place. + +Dorothy assured him that all her friends were welcome at Ozma's +palace, so he carefully dusted his shaggy shoes with his shaggy +handkerchief and entered the grand hall after the others. + +Tik-tok lived at the Royal Palace and the Tin Woodman always had the +same room whenever he visited Ozma, so these two went at once to +remove the dust of the journey from their shining bodies. Dorothy +also had a pretty suite of rooms which she always occupied when in the +Emerald City; but several servants walked ahead politely to show the +way, although she was quite sure she could find the rooms herself. +She took Button-Bright with her, because he seemed too small to be +left alone in such a big palace; but Jellia Jamb herself ushered the +beautiful Daughter of the Rainbow to her apartments, because it was +easy to see that Polychrome was used to splendid palaces and was +therefore entitled to especial attention. + + + +19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome + + +The shaggy man stood in the great hall, his shaggy hat in his hands, +wondering what would become of him. He had never been a guest in a +fine palace before; perhaps he had never been a guest anywhere. In +the big, cold, outside world people did not invite shaggy men to their +homes, and this shaggy man of ours had slept more in hay-lofts and +stables than in comfortable rooms. When the others left the great +hall he eyed the splendidly dressed servants of the Princess Ozma as +if he expected to be ordered out; but one of them bowed before him as +respectfully as if he had been a prince, and said: + +"Permit me, sir, to conduct you to your apartments." + +The shaggy man drew a long breath and took courage. + +"Very well," he answered. "I'm ready." + +Through the big hall they went, up the grand staircase carpeted thick +with velvet, and so along a wide corridor to a carved doorway. Here +the servant paused, and opening the door said with polite deference: + +"Be good enough to enter, sir, and make yourself at home in the rooms +our Royal Ozma has ordered prepared for you. Whatever you see is for +you to use and enjoy, as if your own. The Princess dines at seven, and +I shall be here in time to lead you to the drawing-room, where you +will be privileged to meet the lovely Ruler of Oz. Is there any +command, in the meantime, with which you desire to honor me?" + +"No," said the shaggy man; "but I'm much obliged." + +He entered the room and shut the door, and for a time stood in +bewilderment, admiring the grandeur before him. + +He had been given one of the handsomest apartments in the most +magnificent palace in the world, and you can not wonder that his good +fortune astonished and awed him until he grew used to his surroundings. + +The furniture was upholstered in cloth of gold, with the royal crown +embroidered upon it in scarlet. The rug upon the marble floor was so +thick and soft that he could not hear the sound of his own footsteps, +and upon the walls were splendid tapestries woven with scenes from the +Land of Oz. Books and ornaments were scattered about in profusion, +and the shaggy man thought he had never seen so many pretty things in +one place before. In one corner played a tinkling fountain of +perfumed water, and in another was a table bearing a golden tray +loaded with freshly gathered fruit, including several of the +red-cheeked apples that the shaggy man loved. + +At the farther end of this charming room was an open doorway, and he +crossed over to find himself in a bedroom containing more comforts +than the shaggy man had ever before imagined. The bedstead was of +gold and set with many brilliant diamonds, and the coverlet had +designs of pearls and rubies sewed upon it. At one side of the +bedroom was a dainty dressing-room with closets containing a large +assortment of fresh clothing; and beyond this was the bath--a large +room having a marble pool big enough to swim in, with white marble +steps leading down to the water. Around the edge of the pool were +set rows of fine emeralds as large as door-knobs, while the water of +the bath was clear as crystal. + +For a time the shaggy man gazed upon all this luxury with silent +amazement. Then he decided, being wise in his way, to take advantage +of his good fortune. He removed his shaggy boots and his shaggy +clothing, and bathed in the pool with rare enjoyment. After he had +dried himself with the soft towels he went into the dressing-room and +took fresh linen from the drawers and put it on, finding that +everything fitted him exactly. He examined the contents of the +closets and selected an elegant suit of clothing. Strangely enough, +everything about it was shaggy, although so new and beautiful, and he +sighed with contentment to realize that he could now be finely dressed +and still be the shaggy man. His coat was of rose-colored velvet, +trimmed with shags and bobtails, with buttons of blood-red rubies and +golden shags around the edges. His vest was a shaggy satin of a +delicate cream color, and his knee-breeches of rose velvet trimmed +like the coat. Shaggy creamy stockings of silk, and shaggy slippers of +rose leather with ruby buckles, completed his costume, and when he was +thus attired the shaggy man looked at himself in a long mirror with +great admiration. On a table he found a mother-of-pearl chest +decorated with delicate silver vines and flowers of clustered rubies, +and on the cover was a silver plate engraved with these words: + + +THE SHAGGY MAN: +HIS BOX OF ORNAMENTS + + +The chest was not locked, so he opened it and was almost dazzled by +the brilliance of the rich jewels it contained. After admiring the +pretty things, he took out a fine golden watch with a big chain, +several handsome finger-rings, and an ornament of rubies to pin upon +the breast of his shaggy shirt-bosom. Having carefully brushed his +hair and whiskers all the wrong way to make them look as shaggy as +possible, the shaggy man breathed a deep sigh of joy and decided he +was ready to meet the Royal Princess as soon as she sent for him. +While he waited he returned to the beautiful sitting room and ate +several of the red-cheeked apples to pass away the time. + +Meanwhile, Dorothy had dressed herself in a pretty gown of soft grey +embroidered with silver, and put a blue-and-gold suit of satin upon +little Button-Bright, who looked as sweet as a cherub in it. Followed +by the boy and Toto--the dog with a new green ribbon around his +neck--she hastened down to the splendid drawing-room of the palace, +where, seated upon an exquisite throne of carved malachite and nestled +amongst its green satin cushions was the lovely Princess Ozma, +waiting eagerly to welcome her friend. + + + +20. Princess Ozma Of Oz + + +The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number +of big words, have often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and +failed because the words were not good enough. So of course I cannot +hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little Princess, or +how her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and +magnificent luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. +Whatever else was beautiful or dainty or delightful of itself faded to +dullness when contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and it has often +been said by those who know that no other ruler in all the world can +ever hope to equal the gracious charm of her manner. + +Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the +sweetest affection rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy +threw her arms around her little friend and hugged and kissed her +rapturously, and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright smiled a happy +smile and consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the Princess. + +"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?" +asked the little Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over. + +"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment. + +"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think. + +"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you +wandering in the direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess. + +"Oh! I never 'spected YOU of that," cried Dorothy. + +"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared +Ozma, "and twice I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save +you and transport you to the Emerald City. Once was when the Scoodlers +caught you, and again when you reached the Deadly Desert. But the shaggy +man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere." + +"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy. + +"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only +in my Magic Picture." + +"And did you send Polly to us?" + +"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch +just in time to meet you." + +"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King +Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party." + +"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would +please you to favor them." + +"Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright. + +"No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the comfort +of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all the time, +it is better that the performer should be alone," said the Princess. + +"I like the Musicker's music," declared the boy, gravely. + +"But I don't," said Dorothy. + +"Well, there will be plenty of music at my celebration," promised +Ozma; "so I've an idea Button-Bright won't miss the Musicker at all." + +Just then Polychrome danced in, and Ozma rose to greet the Rainbow's +Daughter in her sweetest and most cordial manner. + +Dorothy thought she had never seen two prettier creatures together +than these lovely maidens; but Polly knew at once her own dainty +beauty could not match that of Ozma, yet was not a bit jealous because +this was so. + +The Wizard of Oz was announced, and a dried-up, little, old man, clothed +all in black, entered the drawing-room. His face was cheery and his +eyes twinkling with humor, so Polly and Button-Bright were not at all +afraid of the wonderful personage whose fame as a humbug magician had +spread throughout the world. After greeting Dorothy with much +affection, he stood modestly behind Ozma's throne and listened to the +lively prattle of the young people. + +Now the shaggy man appeared, and so startling was his appearance, all +clad in shaggy new rainment, that Dorothy cried "Oh!" and clasped her +hands impulsively as she examined her friend with pleased eyes. + +"He's still shaggy, all right," remarked Button-Bright; and Ozma +nodded brightly because she had meant the shaggy man to remain shaggy +when she provided his new clothes for him. + +Dorothy led him toward the throne, as he was shy in such fine company, +and presented him gracefully to the Princess, saying: + +"This, your Highness, is my friend, the shaggy man, who owns +the Love Magnet." + +"You are welcome to Oz," said the girl Ruler, in gracious accents. +"But tell me, sir, where did you get the Love Magnet which you say +you own?" + +The shaggy man grew red and looked downcast, as he answered +in a low voice: + +"I stole it, your Majesty." + +"Oh, Shaggy Man!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful! And you told me the +Eskimo gave you the Love Magnet." + +He shuffled first on one foot and then on the other, much embarrassed. + +"I told you a falsehood, Dorothy," he said; "but now, having bathed in +the Truth Pond, I must tell nothing but the truth." + +"Why did you steal it?" asked Ozma, gently. + +"Because no one loved me, or cared for me," said the shaggy man, "and I +wanted to be loved a great deal. It was owned by a girl in +Butterfield who was loved too much, so that the young men quarreled +over her, which made her unhappy. After I had stolen the Magnet from +her, only one young man continued to love the girl, and she married +him and regained her happiness." + +"Are you sorry you stole it?" asked the Princess. + +"No, your Highness; I'm glad," he answered; "for it has pleased me to +be loved, and if Dorothy had not cared for me I could not have +accompanied her to this beautiful Land of Oz, or met its kind-hearted +Ruler. Now that I'm here, I hope to remain, and to become one of your +Majesty's most faithful subjects." + +"But in Oz we are loved for ourselves alone, and for our kindness to +one another, and for our good deeds," she said. + +"I'll give up the Love Magnet," said the shaggy man, eagerly; "Dorothy +shall have it." + +"But every one loves Dorothy already," declared the Wizard. + +"Then Button-Bright shall have it." + +"Don't want it," said the boy, promptly. + +"Then I'll give it to the Wizard, for I'm sure the lovely Princess +Ozma does not need it." + +"All my people love the Wizard, too," announced the Princess, +laughing; "so we will hang the Love Magnet over the gates of the +Emerald City, that whoever shall enter or leave the gates may be +loved and loving." + +"That is a good idea," said the shaggy man; "I agree to it most willingly." + +Those assembled now went in to dinner, which you can imagine was a +grand affair; and afterward Ozma asked the Wizard to give them an +exhibition of his magic. + +The Wizard took eight tiny white piglets from an inside pocket and set +them on the table. One was dressed like a clown, and performed funny +antics, and the others leaped over the spoons and dishes and ran +around the table like race-horses, and turned hand-springs and were so +sprightly and amusing that they kept the company in one roar of merry +laughter. The Wizard had trained these pets to do many curious +things, and they were so little and so cunning and soft that +Polychrome loved to pick them up as they passed near her place and +fondle them as if they were kittens. + +It was late when the entertainment ended, and they separated to go to +their rooms. + +"To-morrow," said Ozma, "my invited guests will arrive, and you will +find among them some interesting and curious people, I promise you. +The next day will be my birthday, and the festivities will be held on +the broad green just outside the gates of the City, where all my +people can assemble without being crowded." + +"I hope the Scarecrow won't be late," said Dorothy, anxiously. + +"Oh, he is sure to return to-morrow," answered Ozma. "He wanted new +straw to stuff himself with, so he went to the Munchkin Country, where +straw is plentiful." + +With this the Princess bade her guests good night and went to her own room. + + + +21. Dorothy Receives the Guests + + +Next morning Dorothy's breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting +room, and she sent to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and +Button-Bright at the meal. They came gladly, and Toto also had +breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled +together to Oz was once more reunited. + +No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast +of many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; +so they all went out upon the balcony. This was at the front of the +palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being higher than the +wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the +street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, +while the people of the Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered +so lustily that they almost drowned the noise of the drums and horns. + +Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that +behind the band was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back +of a wooden Saw-Horse which pranced along the street almost as +gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or rather the +ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the +saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and +glistened with jewels. + +As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and +at once waved his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the +front door and dismounted, and the band stopped playing and went away +and the crowds of people returned to their dwellings. + +By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the +Scarecrow was there, and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook +the hands of the others with his own squashy hands, which were white +gloves filled with straw. + +The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this +celebrated person, who was acknowledged to be the most popular and +most beloved man in all the Land of Oz. + +"Why, your face has been newly painted!" exclaimed Dorothy, when the +first greetings were over. + +"I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me," +answered the Scarecrow, pleasantly. "My complexion had become a bit +grey and faded, you know, and the paint had peeled off one end of my +mouth, so I couldn't talk quite straight. Now I feel like myself +again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with +the loveliest oat-straw in all Oz." He pushed against his chest. +"Hear me crunkle?" he asked. + +"Yes," said Dorothy; "you sound fine." + +Button-Bright was wonderfully attracted by the strawman, and so was +Polly. The shaggy man treated him with great respect, because he was +so queerly made. + +Jellia Jamb now came to say that Ozma wanted Princess Dorothy to +receive the invited guests in the Throne-Room, as they arrived. The +Ruler was herself busy ordering the preparations for the morrow's +festivities, so she wished her friend to act in her place. + +Dorothy willingly agreed, being the only other Princess in the Emerald +City; so she went to the great Throne-Room and sat in Ozma's seat, +placing Polly on one side of her and Button-Bright on the other. The +Scarecrow stood at the left of the throne and the Tin Woodman at the +right, while the Wonderful Wizard and the shaggy man stood behind. + +The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger came in, with bright new bows of +ribbon on their collars and tails. After greeting Dorothy +affectionately the huge beasts lay down at the foot of the throne. + +While they waited, the Scarecrow, who was near the little boy, asked: + +"Why are you called Button-Bright?" + +"Don't know," was the answer. + +"Oh yes, you do, dear," said Dorothy. "Tell the Scarecrow how you +got your name." + +"Papa always said I was bright as a button, so mama always called me +Button-Bright," announced the boy. + +"Where is your mama?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Where is your home?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Don't you want to find your mama again?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright, calmly. + +The Scarecrow looked thoughtful. + +"Your papa may have been right," he observed; "but there are many +kinds of buttons, you see. There are silver and gold buttons, which +are highly polished and glitter brightly. There are pearl and rubber +buttons, and other kinds, with surfaces more or less bright. But there +is still another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and +that must be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as +a button. Don't you think so?" + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new, white kid gloves; and +he brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of +pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is +considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The +necklace was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with +the Princess Ozma's other presents. + +Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown, +trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important +Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance +to both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you +may be sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted +Dorothy most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled +upon the shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one +of the most magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty +servants to wait upon her. + +The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.; the "H. M." meaning +Highly Magnified and the "T.E." meaning Thoroughly Educated. The +Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had +composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to +read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him. + +Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and +a servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy +chicks to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at +the head of her family, Dorothy cried, "Oh, you lovely things!" and +ran down from her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina +wore a pearl necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny +gold chain holding a locket with the letter "D" engraved upon the outside. + +"Open the lockets, Dorothy," said Billina. The girl obeyed and found +a picture of herself in each locket. "They were named after you, my +dear," continued the Yellow Hen, "so I wanted all my chickens to wear +your picture. Cluck--cluck! come here, Dorothy--this minute!" she +cried, for the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the +big room. + +They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could, +fluttering their fluffy wings in a laughable way. + +It was lucky that Billina gathered the little ones under her soft +breast just then, for Tik-tok came in and tramped up to the throne on +his flat copper feet. + +"I am all wound up and work-ing fine-ly," said the clock-work +man to Dorothy. + +"I can hear him tick," declared Button-Bright. + +"You are quite the polished gentleman," said the Tin Woodman. "Stand +up here beside the shaggy man, Tik-tok, and help receive the company." + +Dorothy placed soft cushions in a corner for Billina and her chicks, +and had just returned to the Throne and seated herself when the +playing of the royal band outside the palace announced the approach of +distinguished guests. + +And my, how they did stare when the High Chamberlain threw open the +doors and the visitors entered the Throne-Room! + +First walked a gingerbread man neatly formed and baked to a lovely +brown tint. He wore a silk hat and carried a candy cane prettily +striped with red and yellow. His shirt-front and cuffs were white +frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops. + +Behind the gingerbread man came a child with flaxen hair and merry +blue eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its +pretty bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its +hands into the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big +rubber bear, walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling +black eyes, and its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air. + +Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two +short, fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms. + +Ozma's High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of +the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice: + +"His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of +the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his +Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para +Bruin, the rubber bear." + +These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and +Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They +were the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were +polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome. + +Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and +was so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough's +Head Booleywag at once became a prime favorite. + +"Is it a boy or a girl?" whispered Dorothy. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +"Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are," exclaimed the +rubber bear, looking at the assembled company. + +"So're you," said Button-Bright, gravely. "Is King Dough good to eat?" + +"He's too good to eat," laughed Chick the Cherub. + +"I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread," said the King, +rather anxiously. + +"We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were," declared +the Scarecrow; "so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe +while you remain in Oz." + +"Why do they call you Chick?" the Yellow Hen asked the child. + +"Because I'm an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents," replied the +Head Booleywag. + +"My chicks have a parent, and I'm it," said Billina. + +"I'm glad of that," answered the Cherub, "because they'll have more +fun worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The +Incubator never worries, you know." + +King John Dough had brought for Ozma's birthday present a lovely +gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big +pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by +Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other +presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their +rooms by the High Chamberlain. + +They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to +play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from +foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in +his most official manner. + + + +22. Important Arrivals + + +First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little +sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the +great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and +curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright's shoulder. With +this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly +beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet +and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High +Chamberlain knelt to announce his name. + +"The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme +Highness--Santa Claus!" said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice. + +"Well, well, well! Glad to see you--glad to meet you all!" cried +Santa Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room. + +He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and +a bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful +ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled +with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma. + +"Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?" he asked in his jolly way, +as he took the girl's hand in both his own. + +"How did you know my name, Santa?" she replied, feeling more shy in +the presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her +young life. + +"Why, don't I see you every Christmas Eve, when you're asleep?" +he rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek. + +"Oh, do you?" + +"And here's Button-Bright, I declare!" cried Santa Claus, holding up +the boy to kiss him. "What a long way from home you are; dear me!" + +"Do you know Button-Bright, too?" questioned Dorothy, eagerly. + +"Indeed I do. I've visited his home several Christmas Eves." + +"And do you know his father?" asked the girl. + +"Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas +neckties and stockings?" with a sly wink at the Wizard. + +"Then where does he live? We're just crazy to know, 'cause +Button-Bright's lost," she said. + +Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking +what to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard's +ear, at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood. + +Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood. + +"Seems to me the Rainbow's Daughter is farther from home than any of you," +he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. "I'll have +to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you." + +"Please do, dear Santa Claus," implored the little maid, beseechingly. + +"But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma's party," +said the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with +the others already there. "It isn't often I find time to leave my +castle, as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn't help +coming to celebrate the happy occasion." + +"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Dorothy. + +"These are my Ryls," pointing to the little sprites squatting around +him. "Their business is to paint the colors of the flowers when they +bud and bloom; but I brought the merry fellows along to see Oz, and +they've left their paint-pots behind them. Also I brought these +crooked Knooks, whom I love. My dears, the Knooks are much nicer than +they look, for their duty is to water and care for the young trees of +the forest, and they do their work faithfully and well. It's hard +work, though, and it makes my Knooks crooked and gnarled, like the +trees themselves; but their hearts are big and kind, as are the +hearts of all who do good in our beautiful world." + +"I've read of the Ryls and Knooks," said Dorothy, looking upon these +little workers with interest. + +Santa Claus turned to talk with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and +he also said a kind word to the shaggy man, and afterward went away to +ride the Saw-Horse around the Emerald City. "For," said he, "I must +see all the grand sights while I am here and have the chance, and Ozma +has promised to let me ride the Saw-Horse because I'm getting fat and +short of breath." + +"Where are your reindeer?" asked Polychrome. + +"I left them at home, for it is too warm for them in this sunny country," +he answered. "They're used to winter weather when they travel." + +In a flash he was gone, and the Ryls and Knooks with him; but they +could all hear the golden hoofs of the Saw-Horse ringing on the marble +pavement outside, as he pranced away with his noble rider. + +Presently the band played again, and the High Chamberlain announced: + +"Her Gracious Majesty, the Queen of Merryland." + +They looked earnestly to discover whom this queen might be, and saw +advancing up the room an exquisite wax doll dressed in dainty fluffs +and ruffles and spangled gown. She was almost as big as +Button-Bright, and her cheeks and mouth and eyebrow were prettily +painted in delicate colors. Her blue eyes stared a bit, being of +glass, yet the expression upon her Majesty's face was quite pleasant +and decidedly winning. With the Queen of Merryland were four wooden +soldiers, two stalking ahead of her with much dignity and two +following behind, like a royal bodyguard. The soldiers were painted in +bright colors and carried wooden guns, and after them came a fat +little man who attracted attention at once, although he seemed modest +and retiring. For he was made of candy, and carried a tin sugar-sifter +filled with powdered sugar, with which he dusted himself frequently so +that he wouldn't stick to things if he touched them. The High +Chamberlain had called him "The Candy Man of Merryland," and Dorothy +saw that one of his thumbs looked as if it had been bitten off by +some one who was fond of candy and couldn't resist the temptation. + +The wax doll Queen spoke prettily to Dorothy and the others, and sent +her loving greetings to Ozma before she retired to the rooms prepared +for her. She had brought a birthday present wrapped in tissue paper +and tied with pink and blue ribbons, and one of the wooden soldiers +placed it on the table with the other gifts. But the Candy Man did +not go to his room, because he said he preferred to stay and talk with +the Scarecrow and Tik-tok and the Wizard and Tin Woodman, whom he +declared the queerest people he had ever met. Button-Bright was glad +the Candy Man stayed in the Throne Room, because the boy thought this +guest smelled deliciously of wintergreen and maple sugar. + +The Braided Man now entered the room, having been fortunate enough to +receive an invitation to the Princess Ozma's party. He was from a +cave halfway between the Invisible Valley and the Country of the +Gargoyles, and his hair and whiskers were so long that he was obliged +to plait them into many braids that hung to his feet, and every braid +was tied with a bow of colored ribbon. + +"I've brought Princess Ozma a box of flutters for her birthday," said +the Braided Man, earnestly; "and I hope she will like them, for they +are the finest quality I have ever made." + +"I'm sure she will be greatly pleased," said Dorothy, who remembered +the Braided Man well; and the Wizard introduced the guest to the rest +of the company and made him sit down in a chair and keep quiet, for, if +allowed, he would talk continually about his flutters. + +The band then played a welcome to another set of guests, and into the +Throne-Room swept the handsome and stately Queen of Ev. Beside her +was young King Evardo, and following them came the entire royal family +of five Princesses and four Princes of Ev. The Kingdom of Ev lay just +across the Deadly Desert to the North of Oz, and once Ozma and her +people had rescued the Queen of Ev and her ten children from the Nome +King, who had enslaved them. Dorothy had been present on this +adventure, so she greeted the royal family cordially; and all the +visitors were delighted to meet the little Kansas girl again. They +knew Tik-tok and Billina, too, and the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman, +as well as the Lion and Tiger; so there was a joyful reunion, as you +may imagine, and it was fully an hour before the Queen and her train +retired to their rooms. Perhaps they would not have gone then had not +the band begun to play to announce new arrivals; but before they left +the great Throne-Room King Evardo added to Ozma's birthday presents a +diadem of diamonds set in radium. + +The next comer proved to be King Renard of Foxville; or King Dox, as +he preferred to be called. He was magnificently dressed in a new +feather costume and wore white kid mittens over his paws and a flower +in his button-hole and had his hair parted in the middle. + +King Dox thanked Dorothy fervently for getting him the invitation to +come to Oz, which he all his life longed to visit. He strutted around +rather absurdly as he was introduced to all the famous people +assembled in the Throne-Room, and when he learned that Dorothy was a +Princess of Oz the Fox King insisted on kneeling at her feet and +afterward retired backward--a dangerous thing to do, as he might have +stubbed his paw and tumbled over. + +No sooner was he gone than the blasts of bugles and clatter of drums and +cymbals announced important visitors, and the High Chamberlain assumed +his most dignified tone as he threw open the door and said proudly: + +"Her Sublime and Resplendent Majesty, Queen Zixi of Ix! His +Serene and Tremendous Majesty, King Bud of Noland. Her Royal +Highness, the Princess Fluff." + +That three such high and mighty royal personages should arrive at once +was enough to make Dorothy and her companions grow solemn and assume +their best company manners; but when the exquisite beauty of Queen +Zixi met their eyes they thought they had never beheld anything so +charming. Dorothy decided that Zixi must be about sixteen years old, +but the Wizard whispered to her that this wonderful queen had lived +thousands of years, but knew the secret of remaining always fresh +and beautiful. + +King Bud of Noland and his dainty fair-haired sister, the Princess +Fluff, were friends of Zixi, as their kingdoms were adjoining, so they +had traveled together from their far-off domains to do honor to Ozma +of Oz on the occasion of her birthday. They brought many splendid +gifts; so the table was now fairly loaded down with presents. + +Dorothy and Polly loved the Princess Fluff the moment they saw her, +and little King Bud was so frank and boyish that Button-Bright +accepted him as a chum at once and did not want him to go away. But +it was after noon now, and the royal guests must prepare their toilets +for the grand banquet at which they were to assemble that evening to +meet the reigning Princess of this Fairyland; so Queen Zixi was shown +to her room by a troop of maidens led by Jellia Jamb, and Bud and +Fluff presently withdrew to their own apartments. + +"My! what a big party Ozma is going to have," exclaimed Dorothy. +"I guess the palace will be chock full, Button-Bright; don't you +think so?" + +"Don't know," said the boy. + +"But we must go to our rooms, pretty soon, to dress for the banquet," +continued the girl. + +"I don't have to dress," said the Candy Man from Merryland. "All I +need do is to dust myself with fresh sugar." + +"Tik-tok always wears the same suits of clothes," said the Tin +Woodman; "and so does our friend the Scarecrow." + +"My feathers are good enough for any occasion," cried Billina, +from her corner. + +"Then I shall leave you four to welcome any new guests that come," +said Dorothy; "for Button-Bright and I must look our very best at +Ozma's banquet." + +"Who is still to come?" asked the Scarecrow. + +"Well, there's King Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton, and Johnny Dooit, and the +Good Witch of the North. But Johnny Dooit may not get here until +late, he's so very busy." + +"We will receive them and give them a proper welcome," promised the +Scarecrow. "So run along, little Dorothy, and get yourself dressed." + + + +23. The Grand Banquet + + +I wish I could tell you how fine the company was that assembled that +evening at Ozma's royal banquet. A long table was spread in the +center of the great dining-hall of the palace and the splendor of the +decorations and the blaze of lights and jewels was acknowledged to be +the most magnificent sight that any of the guests had ever seen. + +The jolliest person present, as well as the most important, was of +course old Santa Claus; so he was given the seat of honor at one end +of the table while at the other end sat Princess Ozma, the hostess. + +John Dough, Queen Zixi, King Bud, the Queen of Ev and her son Evardo, +and the Queen of Merryland had golden thrones to sit in, while the +others were supplied with beautiful chairs. + +At the upper end of the banquet room was a separate table provided for +the animals. Toto sat at one end of this table with a bib tied around +his neck and a silver platter to eat from. At the other end was +placed a small stand, with a low rail around the edge of it, for Billina +and her chicks. The rail kept the ten little Dorothys from falling +off the stand, while the Yellow Hen could easily reach over and take +her food from her tray upon the table. At other places sat the Hungry +Tiger, the Cowardly Lion, the Saw-Horse, the Rubber Bear, the Fox King +and the Donkey King; they made quite a company of animals. + +At the lower end of the great room was another table, at which sat the +Ryls and Knooks who had come with Santa Claus, the wooden soldiers who +had come with the Queen of Merryland, and the Hilanders and Lolanders +who had come with John Dough. Here were also seated the officers of +the royal palace and of Ozma's army. + +The splendid costumes of those at the three tables made a gorgeous and +glittering display that no one present was ever likely to forget; +perhaps there has never been in any part of the world at any time +another assemblage of such wonderful people as that which gathered +this evening to honor the birthday of the Ruler of Oz. + +When all members of ethe company were in their places an orchestra of +five hundred pieces, in a balcony overlooking the banquet room, began to +play sweet and delightful music. Then a door draped with royal green +opened, and in came the fair and girlish Princess Ozma, who now +greeted her guests in person for the first time. + +As she stood by her throne at the head of the banquet table every eye +was turned eagerly upon the lovely Princess, who was as dignified as +she was bewitching, and who smiled upon all her old and new friends in +a way that touched their hearts and brought an answering smile to +every face. + +Each guest had been served with a crystal goblet filled with lacasa, +which is a sort of nectar famous in Oz and nicer to drink than +soda-water or lemonade. Santa now made a pretty speech in verse, +congratulating Ozma on having a birthday, and asking every one present +to drink to the health and happiness of their dearly beloved hostess. +This was done with great enthusiasm by those who were made so they +could drink at all, and those who could not drink politely touched the +rims of their goblets to their lips. All seated themselves at the +tables and the servants of the Princess began serving the feast. + +I am quite sure that only in Fairyland could such a delicious repast +be prepared. The dishes were of precious metals set with brilliant +jewels and the good things to eat which were placed upon them were +countless in number and of exquisite flavor. Several present, such as +the Candy Man, the Rubber Bear, Tik-tok, and the Scarecrow, were not +made so they could eat, and the Queen of Merryland contented herself +with a small dish of sawdust; but these enjoyed the pomp and glitter +of the gorgeous scene as much as did those who feasted. + +The Woggle-Bug read his "Ode to Ozma," which was written in very good +rhythm and was well received by the company. The Wizard added to the +entertainment by making a big pie appear before Dorothy, and when the +little girl cut the pie the nine tiny piglets leaped out of it and +danced around the table, while the orchestra played a merry tune. This +amused the company very much, but they were even more pleased when +Polychrome, whose hunger had been easily satisfied, rose from the +table and performed her graceful and bewildering Rainbow Dance for +them. When it was ended, the people clapped their hands and the +animals clapped their paws, while Billina cackled and the Donkey King +brayed approval. + +Johnny Dooit was present, and of course he proved he could do wonders +in the way of eating, as well as in everything else that he undertook +to do; the Tin Woodman sang a love song, every one joining in the +chorus; and the wooden soldiers from Merryland gave an exhibition of a +lightning drill with their wooden muskets; the Ryls and Knooks danced +the Fairy Circle; and the Rubber Bear bounced himself all around the +room. There was laughter and merriment on every side, and everybody +was having a royal good time. Button-Bright was so excited and +interested that he paid little attention to his fine dinner and a +great deal of attention to his queer companions; and perhaps he was +wise to do this, because he could eat at any other time. + +The feasting and merrymaking continued until late in the evening, +when they separated to meet again the next morning and take part +in the birthday celebration, to which this royal banquet was merely +the introduction. + + +24. The Birthday Celebration + + +A clear, perfect day, with a gentle breeze and a sunny sky, greeted +Princess Ozma as she wakened next morning, the anniversary of her +birth. While it was yet early all the city was astir and crowds of +people came from all parts of the Land of Oz to witness the +festivities in honor of their girl Ruler's birthday. + +The noted visitors from foreign countries, who had all been +transported to the Emerald City by means of the Magic Belt, were as +much a show to the Ozites as were their own familiar celebrities, and +the streets leading from the royal palace to the jeweled gates were +thronged with men, women, and children to see the procession as it +passed out to the green fields where the ceremonies were to take place. + +And what a great procession it was! + +First came a thousand young girls--the prettiest in the land--dressed +in white muslin, with green sashes and hair ribbons, bearing green +baskets of red roses. As they walked they scattered these flowers +upon the marble pavements, so that the way was carpeted thick with +roses for the procession to walk upon. + +Then came the Rulers of the four Kingdoms of Oz: the Emperor of the +Winkies, the Monarch of the Munchkins, the King of the Quadlings and +the Sovereign of the Gillikins, each wearing a long chain of emeralds +around his neck to show that he was a vassal of the Ruler of the +Emerald City. + +Next marched the Emerald City Cornet Band, clothed in green-and-gold +uniforms and playing the "Ozma Two-Step." The Royal Army of Oz +followed, consisting of twenty-seven officers, from the Captain-General +down to the Lieutenants. There were no privates in Ozma's Army because +soldiers were not needed to fight battles, but only to look important, +and an officer always looks more imposing than a private. + +While the people cheered and waved their hats and handkerchiefs, there +came walking the Royal Princess Ozma, looking so pretty and sweet that +it is no wonder her people love her so dearly. She had decided she +would not ride in her chariot that day, as she preferred to walk in +the procession with her favored subjects and her guests. Just in +front of her trotted the living Blue Bear Rug owned by old Dyna, which +wobbled clumsily on its four feet because there was nothing but the +skin to support them, with a stuffed head at one end and a stubby tail +at the other. But whenever Ozma paused in her walk the Bear Rug +would flop down flat upon the ground for the princess to stand upon +until she resumed her progress. + +Following the Princess stalked her two enormous beasts, the Cowardly +Lion and the Hungry Tiger, and even if the Army had not been there +these two would have been powerful enough to guard their mistress +from any harm. + +Next marched the invited guests, who were loudly cheered by the people +of Oz along the road, and were therefore obliged to bow to right and +left almost every step of the way. First was Santa Claus, who, because +he was fat and not used to walking, rode the wonderful Saw-Horse. The +merry old gentleman had a basket of small toys with him, and he tossed +the toys one by one to the children as he passed by. His Ryls and +Knooks marched close behind him. + +Queen Zixi of Ix came after; then John Dough and the Cherub, with the +rubber bear named Para Bruin strutting between them on its hind legs; +then the Queen of Merryland, escorted by her wooden soldiers; then +King Bud of Noland and his sister, the Princess Fluff; then the Queen +of Ev and her ten royal children; then the Braided Man and the Candy +Man, side by side; then King Dox of Foxville and King Kik-a-bray of +Dunkiton, who by this time had become good friends; and finally Johnny +Dooit, in his leather apron, smoking his long pipe. + +These wonderful personages were not more heartily cheered by the +people than were those who followed after them in the procession. +Dorothy was a general favorite, and she walked arm in arm with the +Scarecrow, who was beloved by all. Then came Polychrome and +Button-Bright, and the people loved the Rainbow's pretty Daughter and +the beautiful blue-eyed boy as soon as they saw them. The shaggy man +in his shaggy new suit attracted much attention because he was such a +novelty. With regular steps tramped the machine-man Tik-tok, and +there was more cheering when the Wizard of Oz followed in the +procession. The Woggle-Bug and Jack Pumpkinhead were next, and behind +them Glinda the Sorceress and the Good Witch of the North. Finally +came Billina, with her brood of chickens to whom she clucked anxiously +to keep them together and to hasten them along so they would not delay +the procession. + +Another band followed, this time the Tin Band of the Emperor of the +Winkies, playing a beautiful march called, "There's No Plate Like Tin." +Then came the servants of the Royal Palace, in a long line, and behind +them all the people joined the procession and marched away through the +emerald gates and out upon the broad green. + +Here had been erected a splendid pavilion, with a grandstand big enough +to seat all the royal party and those who had taken part in the +procession. Over the pavilion, which was of green silk and cloth of +gold, countless banners waved in the breeze. Just in front of this, +and connected with it by a runway had been built a broad platform, so +that all the spectators could see plainly the entertainment provided +for them. + +The Wizard now became Master of Ceremonies, as Ozma had placed the +conduct of the performance in his hands. After the people had all +congregated about the platform and the royal party and the visitors +were seated in the grandstand, the Wizard skillfully performed some +feats of juggling glass balls and lighted candles. He tossed a dozen +or so of them high in the air and caught them one by one as they came +down, without missing any. + +Then he introduced the Scarecrow, who did a sword-swallowing act that +aroused much interest. After this the Tin Woodman gave an exhibition +of Swinging the Axe, which he made to whirl around him so rapidly that +the eye could scarcely follow the motion of the gleaming blade. +Glinda the Sorceress then stepped upon the platform, and by her magic +made a big tree grow in the middle of the space, made blossoms appear +upon the tree, and made the blossoms become delicious fruit called +tamornas, and so great was the quantity of fruit produced that when +the servants climbed the tree and tossed it down to the crowd, there +was enough to satisfy every person present. + +Para Bruin, the rubber bear, climbed to a limb of the big tree, rolled +himself into a ball, and dropped to the platform, whence he bounded up +again to the limb. He repeated this bouncing act several times, to +the great delight of all the children present. After he had finished, +and bowed, and returned to his seat, Glinda waved her wand and the +tree disappeared; but its fruit still remained to be eaten. + +The Good Witch of the North amused the people by transforming ten +stones into ten birds, the ten birds into ten lambs, and the ten lambs +into ten little girls, who gave a pretty dance and were then +transformed into ten stones again, just as they were in the beginning. + +Johnny Dooit next came on the platform with his tool-chest, and in a +few minutes built a great flying machine; then put his chest in the +machine and the whole thing flew away together--Johnny and all--after +he had bid good-bye to those present and thanked the Princess +for her hospitality. + +The Wizard then announced the last act of all, which was considered +really wonderful. He had invented a machine to blow huge soap-bubbles, +as big as balloons, and this machine was hidden under the platform so +that only the rim of the big clay pipe to produce the bubbles showed +above the flooring. The tank of soapsuds, and the air-pumps to inflate +the bubbles, were out of sight beneath, so that when the bubbles began +to grow upon the floor of the platform it really seemed like magic to the +people of Oz, who knew nothing about even the common soap-bubbles that +our children blow with a penny clay pipe and a basin of soap-and-water. + +The Wizard had invented another thing. Usually, soap-bubbles are +frail and burst easily, lasting only a few moments as they float in +the air; but the Wizard added a sort of glue to his soapsuds, which +made his bubbles tough; and, as the glue dried rapidly when exposed to +the air, the Wizard's bubbles were strong enough to float for hours +without breaking. + +He began by blowing--by means of his machinery and air-pumps--several +large bubbles which he allowed to float upward into the sky, where the +sunshine fell upon them and gave them iridescent hues that were most +beautiful. This aroused much wonder and delight because it was a new +amusement to every one present--except perhaps Dorothy and Button-Bright, +and even they had never seen such big, strong bubbles before. + +The Wizard then blew a bunch of small bubbles and afterward blew a big +bubble around them so they were left in the center of it; then he +allowed the whole mass of pretty globes to float into the air and +disappear in the far distant sky. + +"That is really fine!" declared Santa Claus, who loved toys and +pretty things. "I think, Mr. Wizard, I shall have you blow a bubble +around me; then I can float away home and see the country spread out +beneath me as I travel. There isn't a spot on earth that I haven't +visited, but I usually go in the night-time, riding behind my swift +reindeer. Here is a good chance to observe the country by daylight, +while I am riding slowly and at my ease." + +"Do you think you will be able to guide the bubble?" asked the Wizard. + +"Oh yes; I know enough magic to do that," replied Santa Claus. +"You blow the bubble, with me inside of it, and I'll be sure to +get home in safety." + +"Please send me home in a bubble, too!" begged the Queen of Merryland. + +"Very well, madam; you shall try the journey first," politely +answered old Santa. + +The pretty wax doll bade good-bye to the Princess Ozma and the others +and stood on the platform while the Wizard blew a big soap-bubble +around her. When completed, he allowed the bubble to float slowly +upward, and there could be seen the little Queen of Merryland standing +in the middle of it and blowing kisses from her fingers to those below. +The bubble took a southerly direction, quickly floating out of sight. + +"That's a very nice way to travel," said Princess Fluff. "I'd like to +go home in a bubble, too." + +So the Wizard blew a big bubble around Princess Fluff, and another +around King Bud, her brother, and a third one around Queen Zixi; and +soon these three bubbles had mounted into the sky and were floating +off in a group in the direction of the kingdom of Noland. + +The success of these ventures induced the other guests from foreign +lands to undertake bubble journeys, also; so the Wizard put them one +by one inside his bubbles, and Santa Claus directed the way they +should go, because he knew exactly where everybody lived. + +Finally, Button-Bright said: + +"I want to go home, too." + +"Why, so you shall!" cried Santa; "for I'm sure your father and +mother will be glad to see you again. Mr. Wizard, please blow a big, +fine bubble for Button-Bright to ride in, and I'll agree to send him +home to his family as safe as safe can be." + +"I'm sorry," said Dorothy with a sigh, for she was fond of her little +comrade; "but p'raps it's best for Button-Bright to get home; 'cause +his folks must be worrying just dreadful." + +She kissed the boy, and Ozma kissed him, too, and all the others waved +their hands and said good-bye and wished him a pleasant journey. + +"Are you glad to leave us, dear?" asked Dorothy, a little wistfully. + +"Don't know," said Button-Bright. + +He sat down cross-legged on the platform, with his sailor hat tipped +back on his head, and the Wizard blew a beautiful bubble all around him. + +A minute later it had mounted into the sky, sailing toward the west, +and the last they saw of Button-Bright he was still sitting in the +middle of the shining globe and waving his sailor hat at those below. + +"Will you ride in a bubble, or shall I send you and Toto home by means +of the Magic Belt?" the Princess asked Dorothy. + +"Guess I'll use the Belt," replied the little girl. "I'm sort of +'fraid of those bubbles." + +"Bow-wow!" said Toto, approvingly. He loved to bark at the bubbles as +they sailed away, but he didn't care to ride in one. + +Santa Claus decided to go next. He thanked Ozma for her hospitality +and wished her many happy returns of the day. Then the Wizard blew a +bubble around his chubby little body and smaller bubbles around each +of his Ryls and Knooks. + +As the kind and generous friend of children mounted into the air the +people all cheered at the top of their voices, for they loved Santa +Claus dearly; and the little man heard them through the walls of his +bubble and waved his hands in return as he smiled down upon them. The +band played bravely while every one watched the bubble until it was +completely out of sight. + +"How 'bout you, Polly?" Dorothy asked her friend. "Are you 'fraid of +bubbles, too?" + +"No," answered Polychrome, smiling; "but Santa Claus promised to speak +to my father as he passed through the sky. So perhaps I shall get +home an easier way." + +Indeed, the little maid had scarcely made this speech when a sudden +radiance filled the air, and while the people looked on in wonder the +end of a gorgeous rainbow slowly settled down upon the platform. + +With a glad cry, the Rainbow's Daughter sprang from her seat and +danced along the curve of the bow, mounting gradually upward, while +the folds of her gauzy gown whirled and floated around her like a +cloud and blended with the colors of the rainbow itself. + +"Good-bye Ozma! Good-bye Dorothy!" cried a voice they knew belonged to +Polychrome; but now the little maiden's form had melted wholly into +the rainbow, and their eyes could no longer see her. + +Suddenly, the end of the rainbow lifted and its colors slowly faded +like mist before a breeze. Dorothy sighed deeply and turned to Ozma. + +"I'm sorry to lose Polly," she said; "but I guess she's better off +with her father; 'cause even the Land of Oz couldn't be like home to a +cloud fairy." + +"No indeed," replied the Princess; "but it has been delightful for us +to know Polychrome for a little while, and--who knows?--perhaps we +may meet the Rainbow's Daughter again, some day." + +The entertainment being now ended, all left the pavilion and formed +their gay procession back to the Emerald City again. Of Dorothy's +recent traveling companions only Toto and the shaggy man remained, +and Ozma had decided to allow the latter to live in Oz for a time, at +least. If he proved honest and true she promised to let him live +there always, and the shaggy man was anxious to earn this reward. + +They had a nice quiet dinner together and passed a pleasant evening +with the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, Tik-tok, and the Yellow Hen +for company. + +When Dorothy bade them good-night, she kissed them all good-bye at the +same time. For Ozma had agreed that while Dorothy slept she and Toto +should be transported by means of the Magic Belt to her own little bed +in the Kansas farm-house and the little girl laughed as she thought +how astonished Uncle Henry and Aunt Em would be when she came down to +breakfast with them next morning. + +Quite content to have had so pleasant an adventure, and a little tired +by all the day's busy scenes, Dorothy clasped Toto in her arms and lay +down upon the pretty white bed in her room in Ozma's royal palace. + +Presently she was sound asleep. + + + + + +This is the end of the Project Gutenberg Edition of The Road to Oz + diff --git a/old/rd2oz10.zip b/old/rd2oz10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9932cb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10.zip diff --git a/old/rd2oz10h.htm b/old/rd2oz10h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..242b041 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,5517 @@ +<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?> +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> + <head> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg Etext Of The Road To Oz, By L. Frank Baum. + </title> + <style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ +<!-- + p { margin-top: .75em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; + } + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; + } + hr { width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; + } + + table {margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;} + + body{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + } + + .linenum {position: absolute; top: auto; left: 4%;} /* poetry number */ + .blockquot{margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 10%;} + .pagenum {position: absolute; left: 92%; font-size: smaller; text-align: right;} /* page numbers */ + .sidenote {width: 20%; padding-bottom: .5em; padding-top: .5em; + padding-left: .5em; padding-right: .5em; margin-left: 1em; + float: right; clear: right; margin-top: 1em; + font-size: smaller; background: #eeeeee; border: dashed 1px;} + + .bb {border-bottom: solid 2px;} + .bl {border-left: solid 2px;} + .bt {border-top: solid 2px;} + .br {border-right: solid 2px;} + .bbox {border: solid 2px;} + + .center {text-align: center;} + .smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + + .figcenter {margin: auto; text-align: center;} + + .figleft {float: left; clear: left; margin-left: 0; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: + 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 0; text-align: center;} + + .figright {float: right; clear: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; + margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0; padding: 0; text-align: center;} + + .footnotes {border: dashed 1px;} + .footnote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-size: 0.9em;} + .footnote .label {position: absolute; right: 84%; text-align: right;} + .fnanchor {vertical-align: super; font-size: .8em; text-decoration: none;} + + .poem {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; text-align: left;} + .poem br {display: none;} + .poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} + .poem span {display: block; margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} + .poem span.i2 {display: block; margin-left: 2em;} + .poem span.i4 {display: block; margin-left: 4em;} + // --> + /* XML end ]]>*/ + </style> + </head> + +<body> +<pre> +The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum +#6 in our L. Frank Baum series +#5 in the Oz series + +Copyright laws are changing all over the world, be sure to check +the copyright laws for your country before posting these files!! + +Please take a look at the important information in this header. +We encourage you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an +electronic path open for the next readers. Do not remove this. + + +**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts** + +**Etexts Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971** + +*These Etexts Prepared By Hundreds of Volunteers and Donations* + +Information on contacting Project Gutenberg to get Etexts, and +further information is included below. We need your donations. + + +The Road to Oz + +by L. Frank Baum + +April, 1996 [Etext #485] + + +The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum +*****This file should be named rd2oz10.txt or rd2oz10.zip****** + +Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, rd2oz11.txt. +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, rd2oz10a.txt. + + +This etext was created by Warren Baldwin, and was proofed by +Dennis Amundson, Fargo, North Dakota. Etext was typied in using +an unabridged edition of the text. + + +We are now trying to release all our books one month in advance +of the official release dates, for time for better editing. + +Please note: neither this list nor its contents are final till +midnight of the last day of the month of any such announcement. +The official release date of all Project Gutenberg Etexts is at +Midnight, Central Time, of the last day of the stated month. A +preliminary version may often be posted for suggestion, comment +and editing by those who wish to do so. To be sure you have an +up to date first edition [xxxxx10x.xxx] please check file sizes +in the first week of the next month. Since our ftp program has +a bug in it that scrambles the date [tried to fix and failed] a +look at the file size will have to do, but we will try to see a +new copy has at least one byte more or less. + + +Information about Project Gutenberg (one page) + +We produce about two million dollars for each hour we work. The +fifty hours is one conservative estimate for how long it we take +to get any etext selected, entered, proofread, edited, copyright +searched and analyzed, the copyright letters written, etc. This +projected audience is one hundred million readers. If our value +per text is nominally estimated at one dollar then we produce $4 +million dollars per hour this year as we release some eight text +files per month: thus upping our productivity from $2 million. + +The Goal of Project Gutenberg is to Give Away One Trillion Etext +Files by the December 31, 2001. [10,000 x 100,000,000=Trillion] +This is ten thousand titles each to one hundred million readers, +which is 10% of the expected number of computer users by the end +of the year 2001. + +We need your donations more than ever! + +All donations should be made to "Project Gutenberg/IBC", and are +tax deductible to the extent allowable by law ("IBC" is Illinois +Benedictine College). (Subscriptions to our paper newsletter go +to IBC, too) + +For these and other matters, please mail to: + +Project Gutenberg +P. O. Box 2782 +Champaign, IL 61825 + +When all other email fails try our Michael S. Hart, Executive +Director: +hart@vmd.cso.uiuc.edu (internet) hart@uiucvmd (bitnet) + +We would prefer to send you this information by email +(Internet, Bitnet, Compuserve, ATTMAIL or MCImail). + +****** +If you have an FTP program (or emulator), please +FTP directly to the Project Gutenberg archives: +[Mac users, do NOT point and click. . .type] + +ftp uiarchive.cso.uiuc.edu +login: anonymous +password: your@login +cd etext/etext90 through /etext96 +or cd etext/articles [get suggest gut for more information] +dir [to see files] +get or mget [to get files. . .set bin for zip files] +GET INDEX?00.GUT +for a list of books +and +GET NEW GUT for general information +and +MGET GUT* for newsletters. + +**Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor** +(Three Pages) + + +***START**THE SMALL PRINT!**FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS**START*** +Why is this "Small Print!" statement here? You know: lawyers. +They tell us you might sue us if there is something wrong with +your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from +someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our +fault. So, among other things, this "Small Print!" statement +disclaims most of our liability to you. It also tells you how +you can distribute copies of this etext if you want to. + +*BEFORE!* YOU USE OR READ THIS ETEXT +By using or reading any part of this PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm +etext, you indicate that you understand, agree to and accept +this "Small Print!" statement. If you do not, you can receive +a refund of the money (if any) you paid for this etext by +sending a request within 30 days of receiving it to the person +you got it from. If you received this etext on a physical +medium (such as a disk), you must return it with your request. + +ABOUT PROJECT GUTENBERG-TM ETEXTS +This PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm etext, like most PROJECT GUTENBERG- +tm etexts, is a "public domain" work distributed by Professor +Michael S. Hart through the Project Gutenberg Association at +Illinois Benedictine College (the "Project"). Among other +things, this means that no one owns a United States copyright +on or for this work, so the Project (and you!) can copy and +distribute it in the United States without permission and +without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, set forth +below, apply if you wish to copy and distribute this etext +under the Project's "PROJECT GUTENBERG" trademark. + +To create these etexts, the Project expends considerable +efforts to identify, transcribe and proofread public domain +works. Despite these efforts, the Project's etexts and any +medium they may be on may contain "Defects". Among other +things, Defects may take the form of incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other +intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged +disk or other etext medium, a computer virus, or computer +codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. + +LIMITED WARRANTY; DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES +But for the "Right of Replacement or Refund" described below, +[1] the Project (and any other party you may receive this +etext from as a PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm etext) disclaims all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including +legal fees, and [2] YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE OR +UNDER STRICT LIABILITY, OR FOR BREACH OF WARRANTY OR CONTRACT, +INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE +OR INCIDENTAL DAMAGES, EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE +POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGES. + +If you discover a Defect in this etext within 90 days of +receiving it, you can receive a refund of the money (if any) +you paid for it by sending an explanatory note within that +time to the person you received it from. If you received it +on a physical medium, you must return it with your note, and +such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement +copy. If you received it electronically, such person may +choose to alternatively give you a second opportunity to +receive it electronically. + +THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS". NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, ARE MADE TO YOU AS +TO THE ETEXT OR ANY MEDIUM IT MAY BE ON, INCLUDING BUT NOT +LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR A +PARTICULAR PURPOSE. + +Some states do not allow disclaimers of implied warranties or +the exclusion or limitation of consequential damages, so the +above disclaimers and exclusions may not apply to you, and you +may have other legal rights. + +INDEMNITY +You will indemnify and hold the Project, its directors, +officers, members and agents harmless from all liability, cost +and expense, including legal fees, that arise directly or +indirectly from any of the following that you do or cause: +[1] distribution of this etext, [2] alteration, modification, +or addition to the etext, or [3] any Defect. + +DISTRIBUTION UNDER "PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm" +You may distribute copies of this etext electronically, or by +disk, book or any other medium if you either delete this +"Small Print!" and all other references to Project Gutenberg, +or: + +[1] Only give exact copies of it. Among other things, this + requires that you do not remove, alter or modify the + etext or this "small print!" statement. You may however, + if you wish, distribute this etext in machine readable + binary, compressed, mark-up, or proprietary form, + including any form resulting from conversion by word pro- + cessing or hypertext software, but only so long as + *EITHER*: + + [*] The etext, when displayed, is clearly readable, and + does *not* contain characters other than those + intended by the author of the work, although tilde + (~), asterisk (*) and underline (_) characters may + be used to convey punctuation intended by the + author, and additional characters may be used to + indicate hypertext links; OR + + [*] The etext may be readily converted by the reader at + no expense into plain ASCII, EBCDIC or equivalent + form by the program that displays the etext (as is + the case, for instance, with most word processors); + OR + + [*] You provide, or agree to also provide on request at + no additional cost, fee or expense, a copy of the + etext in its original plain ASCII form (or in EBCDIC + or other equivalent proprietary form). + +[2] Honor the etext refund and replacement provisions of this + "Small Print!" statement. + +[3] Pay a trademark license fee to the Project of 20% of the + net profits you derive calculated using the method you + already use to calculate your applicable taxes. If you + don't derive profits, no royalty is due. Royalties are + payable to "Project Gutenberg Association / Illinois + Benedictine College" within the 60 days following each + date you prepare (or were legally required to prepare) + your annual (or equivalent periodic) tax return. + +WHAT IF YOU *WANT* TO SEND MONEY EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO? +The Project gratefully accepts contributions in money, time, +scanning machines, OCR software, public domain etexts, royalty +free copyright licenses, and every other sort of contribution +you can think of. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg +Association / Illinois Benedictine College". + +*END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* +</pre> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Road_to_Oz" id="The_Road_to_Oz" />The Road to Oz</h2> + +<p class="center">In which is related how Dorothy Gale of Kansas,<br /> +The Shaggy Man, Button Bright, and Polychrome<br /> +the Rainbow's Daughter met on an<br /> +Enchanted Road and followed<br /> +it all the way to the<br /> +Marvelous Land<br /> +of Oz.</p> + +<p class="center"><b>by L. Frank Baum</b><br /> +<b>"Royal Historian of Oz"</b></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Contents</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>—To My Readers—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 1.</td><td align='left'>The Way to Butterfield</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 2.</td><td align='left'>Dorothy Meets Button-Bright</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 3.</td><td align='left'>A Queer Village</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 4.</td><td align='left'>King Dox</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 5.</td><td align='left'>The Rainbow's Daughter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 6.</td><td align='left'>The City of Beasts</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 7.</td><td align='left'>The Shaggy Man's Transformation</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 8.</td><td align='left'>The Musicker</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 9.</td><td align='left'>Facing the Scoodlers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>10.</td><td align='left'>Escaping the Soup-Kettle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>11.</td><td align='left'>Johnny Dooit Does It</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>12.</td><td align='left'>The Deadly Desert Crossed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>13.</td><td align='left'>The Truth Pond</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>14.</td><td align='left'>Tik-Tok and Billina</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>15.</td><td align='left'>The Emperor's Tin Castle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>16.</td><td align='left'>Visiting the Pumpkin-Field</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>17.</td><td align='left'>The Royal Chariot Arrives</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>18.</td><td align='left'>The Emerald City</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>19.</td><td align='left'>The Shaggy Man's Welcome</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>20.</td><td align='left'>Princess Ozma of Oz</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>21.</td><td align='left'>Dorothy Receives the Guests</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>22.</td><td align='left'>Important Arrivals</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>23.</td><td align='left'>The Grand Banquet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>24.</td><td align='left'>The Birthday Celebration</td></tr></table> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_My_Readers" id="To_My_Readers" />To My Readers</h2> + + +<p>Well, my dears, here is what you have asked for: another "Oz Book" +about Dorothy's strange adventures. Toto is in this story, because +you wanted him to be there, and many other characters which you will +recognize are in the story, too. Indeed, the wishes of my little +correspondents have been considered as carefully as possible, and if +the story is not exactly as you would have written it yourselves, you +must remember that a story has to be a story before it can be written +down, and the writer cannot change it much without spoiling it.</p> + +<p>In the preface to "Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz" I said I would like +to write some stories that were not "Oz" stories, because I thought I +had written about Oz long enough; but since that volume was published +I have been fairly deluged with letters from children imploring me to +"write more about Dorothy," and "more about Oz," and since I write +only to please the children I shall try to respect their wishes.</p> + +<p>There are some new characters in this book that ought to win your +live. I'm very fond of the shaggy man myself, and I think you will +like him, too. As for Polychrome—the Rainbow's Daughter—and stupid +little Button-Bright, they seem to have brought a new element of fun +into these Oz stories, and I am glad I discovered them. Yet I am +anxious to have you write and tell me how you like them.</p> + +<p>Since this book was written I have received some very remarkable News +from The Land of Oz, which has greatly astonished me. I believe it +will astonish you, too, my dears, when you hear it. But it is such a +long and exciting story that it must be saved for another book—and +perhaps that book will be the last story that will ever be told about +the Land of Oz.</p> + +<p>L. FRANK BAUM</p> + +<p>Coronado, 1909.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>1. The Way to Butterfield</h2> + + +<p>"Please, miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road +to Butterfield?"</p> + +<p>Dorothy looked him over. Yes, he was shaggy, all right, but there was +a twinkle in his eye that seemed pleasant.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," she replied; "I can tell you. But it isn't this road at all."</p> + +<p>"No?"</p> + +<p>"You cross the ten-acre lot, follow the lane to the highway, go north +to the five branches, and take—let me see—"</p> + +<p>"To be sure, miss; see as far as Butterfield, if you like," said the +shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"You take the branch next the willow stump, I b'lieve; or else the +branch by the gopher holes; or else—"</p> + +<p>"Won't any of 'em do, miss?"</p> + +<p>"'Course not, Shaggy Man. You must take the right road to get +to Butterfield."</p> + +<p>"And is that the one by the gopher stump, or—"</p> + +<p>"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I shall have to show you the way, you're +so stupid. Wait a minute till I run in the house and get my sunbonnet."</p> + +<p>The shaggy man waited. He had an oat-straw in his mouth, which he +chewed slowly as if it tasted good; but it didn't. There was an +apple-tree beside the house, and some apples had fallen to the ground. +The shaggy man thought they would taste better than the oat-straw, so +he walked over to get some. A little black dog with bright brown eyes +dashed out of the farm-house and ran madly toward the shaggy man, who +had already picked up three apples and put them in one of the big +wide pockets of his shaggy coat. The little dog barked and made a +dive for the shaggy man's leg; but he grabbed the dog by the neck and +put it in his big pocket along with the apples. He took more apples, +afterward, for many were on the ground; and each one that he tossed +into his pocket hit the little dog somewhere upon the head or back, +and made him growl. The little dog's name was Toto, and he was sorry +he had been put in the shaggy man's pocket.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon Dorothy came out of the house with her sunbonnet, and she +called out:</p> + +<p>"Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to +Butterfield." She climbed the fence into the ten-acre lot and he +followed her, walking slowly and stumbling over the little hillocks in +the pasture as if he was thinking of something else and did not notice +them.</p> + +<p>"My, but you're clumsy!" said the little girl. "Are your feet tired?"</p> + +<p>"No, miss; it's my whiskers; they tire very easily in this warm +weather," said he. "I wish it would snow, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look. +"If it snowed in August it would spoil the corn and the oats and the +wheat; and then Uncle Henry wouldn't have any crops; and that would +make him poor; and—"</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the shaggy man. "It won't snow, I guess. Is this +the lane?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Dorothy, climbing another fence; "I'll go as far as +the highway with you."</p> + +<p>"Thankee, miss; you're very kind for your size, I'm sure," +said he gratefully.</p> + +<p>"It isn't everyone who knows the road to Butterfield," Dorothy +remarked as she tripped along the lane; "but I've driven there many a +time with Uncle Henry, and so I b'lieve I could find it blindfolded."</p> + +<p>"Don't do that, miss," said the shaggy man earnestly; "you might make +a mistake."</p> + +<p>"I won't," she answered, laughing. "Here's the highway. Now it's the +second—no, the third turn to the left—or else it's the fourth. +Let's see. The first one is by the elm tree, and the second is by the +gopher holes; and then—"</p> + +<p>"Then what?" he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets. +Toto grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of +that pocket quickly, and said "Oh!"</p> + +<p>Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with +her arm, looking anxiously down the road.</p> + +<p>"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may +as well show you."</p> + +<p>After a while, they came to the place where five roads branched in +different directions; Dorothy pointed to one, and said:</p> + +<p>"That's it, Shaggy Man."</p> + +<p>"I'm much obliged, miss," he said, and started along another road.</p> + +<p>"Not that one!" she cried; "you're going wrong."</p> + +<p>He stopped.</p> + +<p>"I thought you said that other was the road to Butterfield," said he, +running his fingers through his shaggy whiskers in a puzzled way.</p> + +<p>"So it is."</p> + +<p>"But I don't want to go to Butterfield, miss."</p> + +<p>"You don't?"</p> + +<p>"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go +there by mistake."</p> + +<p>"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?"</p> + +<p>"I'm not particular, miss."</p> + +<p>This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too, +to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing.</p> + +<p>"There are a good many roads here," observed the shaggy man, turning +slowly around, like a human windmill. "Seems to me a person could go +'most anywhere, from this place."</p> + +<p>Dorothy turned around too, and gazed in surprise. There WERE a +good many roads; more than she had ever seen before. She tried to +count them, knowing there ought to be five, but when she had counted +seventeen she grew bewildered and stopped, for the roads were as many +as the spokes of a wheel and ran in every direction from the place +where they stood; so if she kept on counting she was likely to count +some of the roads twice.</p> + +<p>"Dear me!" she exclaimed. "There used to be only five roads, highway +and all. And now—why, where's the highway, Shaggy Man?"</p> + +<p>"Can't say, miss," he responded, sitting down upon the ground as if +tired with standing. "Wasn't it here a minute ago?"</p> + +<p>"I thought so," she answered, greatly perplexed. "And I saw the +gopher holes, too, and the dead stump; but they're not here now. +These roads are all strange—and what a lot of them there are! +Where do you suppose they all go to?"</p> + +<p>"Roads," observed the shaggy man, "don't go anywhere. They stay in +one place, so folks can walk on them."</p> + +<p>He put his hand in his side-pocket and drew out an apple—quick, +before Toto could bite him again. The little dog got his head out +this time and said "Bow-wow!" so loudly that it made Dorothy jump.</p> + +<p>"O, Toto!" she cried; "where did you come from?"</p> + +<p>"I brought him along," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"What for?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"To guard these apples in my pocket, miss, so no one would steal them."</p> + +<p>With one hand the shaggy man held the apple, which he began eating, +while with the other hand he pulled Toto out of his pocket and dropped +him to the ground. Of course Toto made for Dorothy at once, barking +joyfully at his release from the dark pocket. When the child had +patted his head lovingly, he sat down before her, his red tongue +hanging out one side of his mouth, and looked up into her face with +his bright brown eyes, as if asking her what they should do next.</p> + +<p>Dorothy didn't know. She looked around her anxiously for some +familiar landmark; but everything was strange. Between the branches +of the many roads were green meadows and a few shrubs and trees, but +she couldn't see anywhere the farm-house from which she had just come, +or anything she had ever seen before—except the shaggy man and Toto. +Besides this, she had turned around and around so many times trying to +find out where she was, that now she couldn't even tell which +direction the farm-house ought to be in; and this began to worry her +and make her feel anxious.</p> + +<p>"I'm 'fraid, Shaggy Man," she said, with a sigh, "that we're lost!"</p> + +<p>"That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied, throwing away the core +of his apple and beginning to eat another one. "Each of these roads +must lead somewhere, or it wouldn't be here. So what does it matter?"</p> + +<p>"I want to go home again," she said.</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you?" said he.</p> + +<p>"I don't know which road to take."</p> + +<p>"That is too bad," he said, shaking his shaggy head gravely. "I wish +I could help you; but I can't. I'm a stranger in these parts."</p> + +<p>"Seems as if I were, too," she said, sitting down beside him. "It's +funny. A few minutes ago I was home, and I just came to show you the +way to Butterfield—"</p> + +<p>"So I shouldn't make a mistake and go there—"</p> + +<p>"And now I'm lost myself and don't know how to get home!"</p> + +<p>"Have an apple," suggested the shaggy man, handing her one with pretty +red cheeks.</p> + +<p>"I'm not hungry," said Dorothy, pushing it away.</p> + +<p>"But you may be, to-morrow; then you'll be sorry you didn't eat the +apple," said he.</p> + +<p>"If I am, I'll eat the apple then," promised Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps there won't be any apple then," he returned, beginning to eat +the red-cheeked one himself. "Dogs sometimes can find their way home +better than people," he went on; "perhaps your dog can lead you back +to the farm."</p> + +<p>"Will you, Toto?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>Toto wagged his tail vigorously.</p> + +<p>"All right," said the girl; "let's go home."</p> + +<p>Toto looked around a minute and dashed up one of the roads.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, Shaggy Man," called Dorothy, and ran after Toto. The +little dog pranced briskly along for some distance; when he turned +around and looked at his mistress questioningly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't 'spect ME to tell you anything; I don't know the way," she +said. "You'll have to find it yourself."</p> + +<p>But Toto couldn't. He wagged his tail, and sneezed, and shook his +ears, and trotted back where they had left the shaggy man. From here +he started along another road; then came back and tried another; but +each time he found the way strange and decided it would not take them +to the farm-house. Finally, when Dorothy had begun to tire with +chasing after him, Toto sat down panting beside the shaggy man and +gave up.</p> + +<p>Dorothy sat down, too, very thoughtful. The little girl had +encountered some queer adventures since she came to live at the farm; +but this was the queerest of them all. To get lost in fifteen minutes, +so near to her home and in the unromantic State of Kansas, was an +experience that fairly bewildered her.</p> + +<p>"Will your folks worry?" asked the shaggy man, his eyes twinkling in +a pleasant way.</p> + +<p>"I s'pose so," answered Dorothy with a sigh. "Uncle Henry says +there's ALWAYS something happening to me; but I've always come +home safe at the last. So perhaps he'll take comfort and think I'll +come home safe this time."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure you will," said the shaggy man, smilingly nodding at her. +"Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I'm +good, too; so nothing ever hurts me."</p> + +<p>Dorothy looked at him curiously. His clothes were shaggy, his boots +were shaggy and full of holes, and his hair and whiskers were shaggy. +But his smile was sweet and his eyes were kind.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you want to go to Butterfield?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Because a man lives there who owes me fifteen cents, and if I went to +Butterfield and he saw me he'd want to pay me the money. I don't want +money, my dear."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty. I +don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love +me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet, everyone I meet is sure to +love me dearly."</p> + +<p>"The Love Magnet! Why, what's that?"</p> + +<p>"I'll show you, if you won't tell any one," he answered, in a low, +mysterious voice.</p> + +<p>"There isn't any one to tell, 'cept Toto," said the girl.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man searched in one pocket, carefully; and in another +pocket; and in a third. At last he drew out a small parcel wrapped in +crumpled paper and tied with a cotton string. He unwound the string, +opened the parcel, and took out a bit of metal shaped like a +horseshoe. It was dull and brown, and not very pretty.</p> + +<p>"This, my dear," said he, impressively, "is the wonderful Love Magnet. +It was given me by an Eskimo in the Sandwich Islands—where there are +no sandwiches at all—and as long as I carry it every living thing I +meet will love me dearly."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't the Eskimo keep it?" she asked, looking at the Magnet +with interest.</p> + +<p>"He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. +So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him."</p> + +<p>"Wasn't he sorry then?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"He didn't say," replied the shaggy man, wrapping and tying the Love +Magnet with great care and putting it away in another pocket. "But +the bear didn't seem sorry a bit," he added.</p> + +<p>"Did you know the bear?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Yes; we used to play ball together in the Caviar Islands. The bear +loved me because I had the Love Magnet. I couldn't blame him for +eating the Eskimo, because it was his nature to do so."</p> + +<p>"Once," said Dorothy, "I knew a Hungry Tiger who longed to eat fat +babies, because it was his nature to; but he never ate any because he +had a Conscience."</p> + +<p>"This bear," replied the shaggy man, with a sigh, "had no Conscience, +you see."</p> + +<p>The shaggy man sat silent for several minutes, apparently considering +the cases of the bear and the tiger, while Toto watched him with an +air of great interest. The little dog was doubtless thinking of his +ride in the shaggy man's pocket and planning to keep out of reach in +the future.</p> + +<p>At last the shaggy man turned and inquired, "What's your name, +little girl?"</p> + +<p>"My name's Dorothy," said she, jumping up again, "but what are we +going to do? We can't stay here forever, you know."</p> + +<p>"Let's take the seventh road," he suggested. "Seven is a lucky number +for little girls named Dorothy."</p> + +<p>"The seventh from where?"</p> + +<p>"From where you begin to count."</p> + +<p>So she counted seven roads, and the seventh looked just like all the +others; but the shaggy man got up from the ground where he had been +sitting and started down this road as if sure it was the best way to +go; and Dorothy and Toto followed him.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright</h2> + + +<p>The seventh road was a good road, and curved this way and that— +winding through green meadows and fields covered with daisies and +buttercups and past groups of shady trees. There were no houses +of any sort to be seen, and for some distance they met with no living +creature at all.</p> + +<p>Dorothy began to fear they were getting a good way from the +farm-house, since here everything was strange to her; but it would do +no good at all to go back where the other roads all met, because the +next one they chose might lead her just as far from home.</p> + +<p>She kept on beside the shaggy man, who whistled cheerful tunes to +beguile the journey, until by and by they followed a turn in the road +and saw before them a big chestnut tree making a shady spot over the +highway. In the shade sat a little boy dressed in sailor clothes, who +was digging a hole in the earth with a bit of wood. He must have been +digging some time, because the hole was already big enough to drop a +football into.</p> + +<p>Dorothy and Toto and the shaggy man came to a halt before the little +boy, who kept on digging in a sober and persistent fashion.</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>He looked up at her calmly. His face was round and chubby and his +eyes were big, blue and earnest.</p> + +<p>"I'm Button-Bright," said he.</p> + +<p>"But what's your real name?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Button-Bright."</p> + +<p>"That isn't a really-truly name!" she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it?" he asked, still digging.</p> + +<p>"'Course not. It's just a—a thing to call you by. You must have a name."</p> + +<p>"Must I?"</p> + +<p>"To be sure. What does your mama call you?"</p> + +<p>He paused in his digging and tried to think.</p> + +<p>"Papa always said I was bright as a button; so mama always called me +Button-Bright," he said.</p> + +<p>"What is your papa's name?"</p> + +<p>"Just Papa."</p> + +<p>"What else?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the shaggy man, smiling. "We'll call the boy +Button-Bright, as his mama does. That name is as good as any, +and better than some."</p> + +<p>Dorothy watched the boy dig.</p> + +<p>"Where do you live?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"How did you come here?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," he said again.</p> + +<p>"Don't you know where you came from?"</p> + +<p>"No," said he.</p> + +<p>"Why, he must be lost," she said to the shaggy man. She turned +to the boy once more.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Dig," said he.</p> + +<p>"But you can't dig forever; and what are you going to do then?" +she persisted.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"But you MUST know SOMETHING," declared Dorothy, getting provoked.</p> + +<p>"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Of course you must."</p> + +<p>"What must I know?"</p> + +<p>"What's going to become of you, for one thing," she answered.</p> + +<p>"Do YOU know what's going to become of me?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Not—not 'zactly," she admitted.</p> + +<p>"Do you know what's going to become of YOU?" he continued, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"I can't say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present difficulties.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man laughed.</p> + +<p>"No one knows everything, Dorothy," he said.</p> + +<p>"But Button-Bright doesn't seem to know ANYthing," she declared. "Do +you, Button-Bright?"</p> + +<p>He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied +with perfect calmness:</p> + +<p>"Don't know."</p> + +<p>Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little +information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure +to worry about him. He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, +and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much +pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this +lonely road? she wondered.</p> + +<p>Near Button-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor +on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, +and the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its +corners. The boy was still digging at his hole.</p> + +<p>"Have you ever been to sea?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"To see what?" answered Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I mean, have you ever been where there's water?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Button-Bright; "there's a well in our back yard."</p> + +<p>"You don't understand," cried Dorothy. "I mean, have you ever been on +a big ship floating on a big ocean?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said he.</p> + +<p>"Then why do you wear sailor clothes?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," he answered, again.</p> + +<p>Dorothy was in despair.</p> + +<p>"You're just AWFUL stupid, Button-Bright," she said.</p> + +<p>"Am I?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you are."</p> + +<p>"Why?" looking up at her with big eyes.</p> + +<p>She was going to say: "Don't know," but stopped herself in time.</p> + +<p>"That's for you to answer," she replied.</p> + +<p>"It's no use asking Button-Bright questions," said the shaggy man, who +had been eating another apple; "but someone ought to take care of the +poor little chap, don't you think? So he'd better come along with us."</p> + +<p>Toto had been looking with great curiosity in the hole which the boy +was digging, and growing more and more excited every minute, perhaps +thinking that Button-Bright was after some wild animal. The little +dog began barking loudly and jumped into the hole himself, where he +began to dig with his tiny paws, making the earth fly in all directions. +It spattered over the boy. Dorothy seized him and raised him to +his feet, brushing his clothes with her hand.</p> + +<p>"Stop that, Toto!" she called. "There aren't any mice or woodchucks +in that hole, so don't be foolish."</p> + +<p>Toto stopped, sniffed at the hole suspiciously, and jumped out of it, +wagging his tail as if he had done something important.</p> + +<p>"Well," said the shaggy man, "let's start on, or we won't get anywhere +before night comes."</p> + +<p>"Where do you expect to get to?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"I'm like Button-Bright. I don't know," answered the shaggy man, with +a laugh. "But I've learned from long experience that every road leads +somewhere, or there wouldn't be any road; so it's likely that if we +travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in +the end. What place it will be we can't even guess at this moment, +but we're sure to find out when we get there."</p> + +<p>"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "that seems reas'n'ble, Shaggy Man."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>3. A Queer Village</h2> + + +<p>Button-Bright took the shaggy man's hand willingly; for the shaggy man +had the Love Magnet, you know, which was the reason Button-Bright had +loved him at once. They started on, with Dorothy on one side, and Toto +on the other, the little party trudging along more cheerfully than you +might have supposed. The girl was getting used to queer adventures, +which interested her very much. Wherever Dorothy went Toto was sure +to go, like Mary's little lamb. Button-Bright didn't seem a bit +afraid or worried because he was lost, and the shaggy man had no home, +perhaps, and was as happy in one place as in another.</p> + +<p>Before long they saw ahead of them a fine big arch spanning the +road, and when they came nearer they found that the arch was +beautifully carved and decorated with rich colors. A row of peacocks +with spread tails ran along the top of it, and all the feathers were +gorgeously painted. In the center was a large fox's head, and the fox +wore a shrewd and knowing expression and had large spectacles over its +eyes and a small golden crown with shiny points on top of its head.</p> + +<p>While the travelers were looking with curiosity at this beautiful +arch there suddenly marched out of it a company of soldiers—only the +soldiers were all foxes dressed in uniforms. They wore green jackets +and yellow pantaloons, and their little round caps and their high +boots were a bright red color. Also, there was a big red bow tied +about the middle of each long, bushy tail. Each soldier was armed +with a wooden sword having an edge of sharp teeth set in a row, and +the sight of these teeth at first caused Dorothy to shudder.</p> + +<p>A captain marched in front of the company of fox-soldiers, his uniform +embroidered with gold braid to make it handsomer than the others.</p> + +<p>Almost before our friends realized it the soldiers had surrounded +them on all sides, and the captain was calling out in a harsh voice:</p> + +<p>"Surrender! You are our prisoners."</p> + +<p>"What's a pris'ner?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"A prisoner is a captive," replied the fox-captain, strutting up and +down with much dignity.</p> + +<p>"What's a captive?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"You're one," said the captain.</p> + +<p>That made the shaggy man laugh</p> + +<p>"Good afternoon, captain," he said, bowing politely to all the foxes +and very low to their commander. "I trust you are in good health, and +that your families are all well?"</p> + +<p>The fox-captain looked at the shaggy man, and his sharp features grew +pleasant and smiling.</p> + +<p>"We're pretty well, thank you, Shaggy Man," said he; and Dorothy knew +that the Love Magnet was working and that all the foxes now loved the +shaggy man because of it. But Toto didn't know this, for he began +barking angrily and tried to bite the captain's hairy leg where it +showed between his red boots and his yellow pantaloons.</p> + +<p>"Stop, Toto!" cried the little girl, seizing the dog in her arms. +"These are our friends."</p> + +<p>"Why, so we are!" remarked the captain in tones of astonishment. +"I thought at first we were enemies, but it seems you are friends +instead. You must come with me to see King Dox."</p> + +<p>"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright, with earnest eyes.</p> + +<p>"King Dox of Foxville; the great and wise sovereign who rules over +our community."</p> + +<p>"What's sov'rin, and what's c'u'nity?" inquired Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Don't ask so many questions, little boy."</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, why indeed?" exclaimed the captain, looking at Button-Bright +admiringly. "If you don't ask questions you will learn nothing. +True enough. I was wrong. You're a very clever little boy, come to +think of it—very clever indeed. But now, friends, please come with +me, for it is my duty to escort you at once to the royal palace."</p> + +<p>The soldiers marched back through the arch again, and with them +marched the shaggy man, Dorothy, Toto, and Button-Bright. Once +through the opening they found a fine, big city spread out before +them, all the houses of carved marble in beautiful colors. The +decorations were mostly birds and other fowl, such as peacocks, +pheasants, turkeys, prairie-chickens, ducks, and geese. Over each +doorway was carved a head representing the fox who lived in that +house, this effect being quite pretty and unusual.</p> + +<p>As our friends marched along, some of the foxes came out on the +porches and balconies to get a view of the strangers. These foxes +were all handsomely dressed, the girl-foxes and women-foxes wearing +gowns of feathers woven together effectively and colored in bright +hues which Dorothy thought were quite artistic and decidedly attractive.</p> + +<p>Button-Bright stared until his eyes were big and round, and he would +have stumbled and fallen more than once had not the shaggy man grasped +his hand tightly. They were all interested, and Toto was so excited +he wanted to bark every minute and to chase and fight every fox he +caught sight of; but Dorothy held his little wiggling body fast in her +arms and commanded him to be good and behave himself. So he finally +quieted down, like a wise doggy, deciding there were too many foxes in +Foxville to fight at one time.</p> + +<p>By-and-by they came to a big square, and in the center of the square +stood the royal palace. Dorothy knew it at once because it had over +its great door the carved head of a fox just like the one she had seen +on the arch, and this fox was the only one who wore a golden crown.</p> + +<p>There were many fox-soldiers guarding the door, but they bowed to the +captain and admitted him without question. The captain led them +through many rooms, where richly dressed foxes were sitting on +beautiful chairs or sipping tea, which was being passed around by +fox-servants in white aprons. They came to a big doorway covered with +heavy curtains of cloth of gold.</p> + +<p>Beside this doorway stood a huge drum. The fox-captain went to this +drum and knocked his knees against it— first one knee and then the +other—so that the drum said: "Boom-boom."</p> + +<p>"You must all do exactly what I do," ordered the captain; so the +shaggy man pounded the drum with his knees, and so did Dorothy and so +did Button-Bright. The boy wanted to keep on pounding it with his +little fat knees, because he liked the sound of it; but the captain +stopped him. Toto couldn't pound the drum with his knees and he +didn't know enough to wag his tail against it, so Dorothy pounded the +drum for him and that made him bark, and when the little dog barked +the fox-captain scowled.</p> + +<p>The golden curtains drew back far enough to make an opening, through +which marched the captain with the others.</p> + +<p>The broad, long room they entered was decorated in gold with +stained-glass windows of splendid colors. In the corner of the room +upon a richly carved golden throne, sat the fox-king, surrounded by a +group of other foxes, all of whom wore great spectacles over their +eyes, making them look solemn and important.</p> + +<p>Dorothy knew the King at once, because she had seen his head carved on +the arch and over the doorway of the palace. Having met with several +other kings in her travels, she knew what to do, and at once made a +low bow before the throne. The shaggy man bowed, too, and +Button-Bright bobbed his head and said "Hello."</p> + +<p>"Most wise and noble Potentate of Foxville," said the captain, +addressing the King in a pompous voice, "I humbly beg to report that I +found these strangers on the road leading to your Foxy Majesty's +dominions, and have therefore brought them before you, as is my duty."</p> + +<p>"So—so," said the King, looking at them keenly. "What brought you +here, strangers?"</p> + +<p>"Our legs, may it please your Royal Hairiness," replied the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"What is your business here?" was the next question.</p> + +<p>"To get away as soon as possible," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>The King didn't know about the Magnet, of course; but it made him love +the shaggy man at once.</p> + +<p>"Do just as you please about going away," he said; "but I'd like to +show you the sights of my city and to entertain your party while you +are here. We feel highly honored to have little Dorothy with us, I +assure you, and we appreciate her kindness in making us a visit. For +whatever country Dorothy visits is sure to become famous."</p> + +<p>This speech greatly surprised the little girl, who asked:</p> + +<p>"How did your Majesty know my name?"</p> + +<p>"Why, everybody knows you, my dear," said the Fox-King. "Don't you +realize that? You are quite an important personage since Princess +Ozma of Oz made you her friend."</p> + +<p>"Do you know Ozma?" she asked, wondering.</p> + +<p>"I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to +meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her +birthday on the twenty-first of this month."</p> + +<p>"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that."</p> + +<p>"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any +city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation."</p> + +<p>Dorothy thought a moment.</p> + +<p>"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how +could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way +from Kansas."</p> + +<p>"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised.</p> + +<p>"Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren't we?" she returned.</p> + +<p>"What a queer notion!" cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh. +"Whatever made you think this is Kansas?"</p> + +<p>"I left Uncle Henry's farm only about two hours ago; that's the +reason," she said, rather perplexed.</p> + +<p>"But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as +Foxville in Kansas?" he questioned.</p> + +<p>"No, your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"And haven't you traveled from Oz to Kansas in less than half a jiffy, +by means of the Silver Shoes and the Magic Belt?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, your Majesty," she acknowledged.</p> + +<p>"Then why do you wonder that an hour or two could bring you to +Foxville, which is nearer to Oz than it is to Kansas?"</p> + +<p>"Dear me!" exclaimed Dorothy; "is this another fairy adventure?"</p> + +<p>"It seems to be," said the Fox-King, smiling.</p> + +<p>Dorothy turned to the shaggy man, and her face was grave and reproachful.</p> + +<p>"Are you a magician? or a fairy in disguise?" she asked. "Did you +enchant me when you asked the way to Butterfield?"</p> + +<p>The shaggy man shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Who ever heard of a shaggy fairy?" he replied. "No, Dorothy, my +dear; I'm not to blame for this journey in any way, I assure you. +There's been something strange about me ever since I owned the Love +Magnet; but I don't know what it is any more than you do. I didn't +try to get you away from home, at all. If you want to find your way +back to the farm I'll go with you willingly, and do my best to help you."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the little girl, thoughtfully. "There isn't so +much to see in Kansas as there is here, and I guess Aunt Em won't be +VERY much worried; that is, if I don't stay away too long."</p> + +<p>"That's right," declared the Fox-King, nodding approval. "Be +contented with your lot, whatever it happens to be, if you are wise. +Which reminds me that you have a new companion on this adventure—he +looks very clever and bright."</p> + +<p>"He is," said Dorothy; and the shaggy man added:</p> + +<p>"That's his name, your Royal Foxiness—Button-Bright."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>4. King Dox</h2> + + +<p>It was amusing to note the expression on the face of King Dox as he +looked the boy over, from his sailor hat to his stubby shoes, and it +was equally diverting to watch Button-Bright stare at the King in +return. No fox ever beheld a fresher, fairer child's face, and no +child had ever before heard a fox talk, or met with one who dressed so +handsomely and ruled so big a city. I am sorry to say that no one had +ever told the little boy much about fairies of any kind; this being +the case, it is easy to understand how much this strange experience +startled and astonished him.</p> + +<p>"How do you like us?" asked the King.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Of course you don't. It's too short an acquaintance," returned his +Majesty. "What do you suppose my name is?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"How should you? Well, I'll tell you. My private name is Dox, but a +King can't be called by his private name; he has to take one that is +official. Therefore my official name is King Renard the Fourth. +Ren-ard with the accent on the 'Ren'."</p> + +<p>"What's 'ren'?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"How clever!" exclaimed the King, turning a pleased face toward his +counselors. "This boy is indeed remarkably bright. 'What's 'ren'?' +he asks; and of course 'ren' is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, +he's very bright indeed."</p> + +<p>"That question is what your Majesty might call foxy," said one of the +counselors, an old grey fox.</p> + +<p>"So it is," declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he asked:</p> + +<p>"Having told you my name, what would you call me?"</p> + +<p>"King Dox," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"'Cause 'ren''s nothing at all," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"Good! Very good indeed! You certainly have a brilliant mind. Do +you know why two and two make four?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Clever! clever indeed! Of course you don't know. Nobody knows why; +we only know it's so, and can't tell why it's so. Button-Bright, +those curls and blue eyes do not go well with so much wisdom. They +make you look too youthful, and hide your real cleverness. Therefore, +I will do you a great favor. I will confer upon you the head of a fox, +so that you may hereafter look as bright as you really are."</p> + +<p>As he spoke the King waved his paw toward the boy, and at once the +pretty curls and fresh round face and big blue eyes were gone, +while in their place a fox's head appeared upon Button-Bright's +shoulders—a hairy head with a sharp nose, pointed ears, and keen +little eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't do that!" cried Dorothy, shrinking back from her +transformed companion with a shocked and dismayed face.</p> + +<p>"Too late, my dear; it's done. But you also shall have a fox's head +if you can prove you're as clever as Button-Bright."</p> + +<p>"I don't want it; it's dreadful!" she exclaimed; and, hearing this +verdict, Button-Bright began to boo-hoo just as if he were still a +little boy.</p> + +<p>"How can you call that lovely head dreadful?" asked the King. "It's +a much prettier face than he had before, to my notion, and my wife +says I'm a good judge of beauty. Don't cry, little fox-boy. Laugh +and be proud, because you are so highly favored. How do you like the +new head, Button-Bright?"</p> + +<p>"D-d-don't n-n-n-know!" sobbed the child.</p> + +<p>"Please, PLEASE change him back again, your Majesty!" begged Dorothy.</p> + +<p>King Renard IV shook his head.</p> + +<p>"I can't do that," he said; "I haven't the power, even if I wanted +to. No, Button-Bright must wear his fox head, and he'll be sure to +love it dearly as soon as he gets used to it."</p> + +<p>Both the shaggy man and Dorothy looked grave and anxious, for they +were sorrowful that such a misfortune had overtaken their little +companion. Toto barked at the fox-boy once or twice, not realizing it +was his former friend who now wore the animal head; but Dorothy cuffed +the dog and made him stop. As for the foxes, they all seemed to think +Button-Bright's new head very becoming and that their King had +conferred a great honor on this little stranger. It was funny to see +the boy reach up to feel of his sharp nose and wide mouth, and wail +afresh with grief. He wagged his ears in a comical manner and tears +were in his little black eyes. But Dorothy couldn't laugh at her +friend just yet, because she felt so sorry.</p> + +<p>Just then three little fox-princesses, daughters of the King, entered +the room, and when they saw Button-Bright one exclaimed: "How lovely +he is!" and the next one cried in delight: "How sweet he is!" and +the third princess clapped her hands with pleasure and said, "How +beautiful he is!"</p> + +<p>Button-Bright stopped crying and asked timidly:</p> + +<p>"Am I?"</p> + +<p>"In all the world there is not another face so pretty," declared the +biggest fox-princess.</p> + +<p>"You must live with us always, and be our brother," said the next.</p> + +<p>"We shall all love you dearly," the third said.</p> + +<p>This praise did much to comfort the boy, and he looked around and +tried to smile. It was a pitiful attempt, because the fox face was +new and stiff, and Dorothy thought his expression more stupid than +before the transformation.</p> + +<p>"I think we ought to be going now," said the shaggy man, uneasily, +for he didn't know what the King might take into his head to do next.</p> + +<p>"Don't leave us yet, I beg of you," pleaded King Renard. "I intend to +have several days of feasting and merry-making in honor of your visit."</p> + +<p>"Have it after we're gone, for we can't wait," said Dorothy, decidedly. +But seeing this displeased the King, she added: "If I'm going to get +Ozma to invite you to her party I'll have to find her as soon as +poss'ble, you know."</p> + +<p>In spite of all the beauty of Foxville and the gorgeous dresses of its +inhabitants, both the girl and the shaggy man felt they were not quite +safe there, and would be glad to see the last of it.</p> + +<p>"But it is now evening," the King reminded them, "and you must stay +with us until morning, anyhow. Therefore, I invite you to be my +guests at dinner, and to attend the theater afterward and sit in the +royal box. To-morrow morning, if you really insist upon it, you may +resume your journey."</p> + +<p>They consented to this, and some of the fox-servants led them to a +suite of lovely rooms in the big palace.</p> + +<p>Button-Bright was afraid to be left alone, so Dorothy took him into +her own room. While a maid-fox dressed the little girl's hair—which +was a bit tangled—and put some bright, fresh ribbons in it, another +maid-fox combed the hair on poor Button-Bright's face and head and +brushed it carefully, tying a pink bow to each of his pointed ears. +The maids wanted to dress the children in fine costumes of woven feathers, +such as all the foxes wore; but neither of them consented to that.</p> + +<p>"A sailor suit and a fox head do not go well together," said one of +the maids, "for no fox was ever a sailor that I can remember."</p> + +<p>"I'm not a fox!" cried Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Alas, no," agreed the maid. "But you've got a lovely fox head on +your skinny shoulders, and that's ALMOST as good as being a fox."</p> + +<p>The boy, reminded of his misfortune, began to cry again. Dorothy +petted and comforted him and promised to find some way to restore +him his own head.</p> + +<p>"If we can manage to get to Ozma," she said, "the Princess will change +you back to yourself in half a second; so you just wear that fox head +as comf't'bly as you can, dear, and don't worry about it at all. It +isn't nearly as pretty as your own head, no matter what the foxes say; +but you can get along with it for a little while longer, can't you?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright, doubtfully; but he didn't cry any +more after that.</p> + +<p>Dorothy let the maids pin ribbons to her shoulders, after which they +were ready for the King's dinner. When they met the shaggy man in the +splendid drawing room of the palace they found him just the same as +before. He had refused to give up his shaggy clothes for new ones, +because if he did that he would no longer be the shaggy man, he said, +and he might have to get acquainted with himself all over again.</p> + +<p>He told Dorothy he had brushed his shaggy hair and whiskers; but she +thought he must have brushed them the wrong way, for they were quite +as shaggy as before.</p> + +<p>As for the company of foxes assembled to dine with the strangers, they +were most beautifully costumed, and their rich dresses made Dorothy's +simple gown and Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes look commonplace. But they treated their guests with +great respect and the King's dinner was a very good dinner indeed. +Foxes, as you know, are fond of chicken and other fowl; so they served +chicken soup and roasted turkey and stewed duck and fried grouse and +broiled quail and goose pie, and as the cooking was excellent the +King's guests enjoyed the meal and ate heartily of the various dishes.</p> + +<p>The party went to the theater, where they saw a play acted by foxes +dressed in costumes of brilliantly colored feathers. The play was +about a fox-girl who was stolen by some wicked wolves and carried to +their cave; and just as they were about to kill her and eat her a +company of fox-soldiers marched up, saved the girl, and put all the +wicked wolves to death.</p> + +<p>"How do you like it?" the King asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Pretty well," she answered. "It reminds me of one of Mr. +Aesop's fables."</p> + +<p>"Don't mention Aesop to me, I beg of you!" exclaimed King Dox. +"I hate that man's name. He wrote a good deal about foxes, but always +made them out cruel and wicked, whereas we are gentle and kind, as you +may see."</p> + +<p>"But his fables showed you to be wise and clever, and more shrewd than +other animals," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"So we are. There is no question about our knowing more than men do," +replied the King, proudly. "But we employ our wisdom to do good, +instead of harm; so that horrid Aesop did not know what he was +talking about."</p> + +<p>They did not like to contradict him, because they felt he ought to +know the nature of foxes better than men did; so they sat still and +watched the play, and Button-Bright became so interested that for the +time he forgot he wore a fox head.</p> + +<p>Afterward they went back to the palace and slept in soft beds stuffed +with feathers; for the foxes raised many fowl for food, and used their +feathers for clothing and to sleep upon.</p> + +<p>Dorothy wondered why the animals living in Foxville did not wear just +their own hairy skins as wild foxes do; when she mentioned it to King +Dox he said they clothed themselves because they were civilized.</p> + +<p>"But you were born without clothes," she observed, "and you don't seem +to me to need them."</p> + +<p>"So were human beings born without clothes," he replied; "and until +they became civilized they wore only their natural skins. But to +become civilized means to dress as elaborately and prettily as +possible, and to make a show of your clothes so your neighbors will +envy you, and for that reason both civilized foxes and civilized +humans spend most of their time dressing themselves."</p> + +<p>"I don't," declared the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"That is true," said the King, looking at him carefully; "but perhaps +you are not civilized."</p> + +<p>After a sound sleep and a good night's rest they had their breakfast +with the King and then bade his Majesty good-bye.</p> + +<p>"You've been kind to us—'cept poor Button-Bright," said Dorothy, +"and we've had a nice time in Foxville."</p> + +<p>"Then," said King Dox, "perhaps you'll be good enough to get me an +invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday celebration."</p> + +<p>"I'll try," she promised; "if I see her in time."</p> + +<p>"It's on the twenty-first, remember," he continued; "and if you'll +just see that I'm invited I'll find a way to cross the Dreadful +Desert into the marvelous Land of Oz. I've always wanted to visit the +Emerald City, so I'm sure it was fortunate you arrived here just when +you did, you being Princess Ozma's friend and able to assist me in +getting the invitation."</p> + +<p>"If I see Ozma I'll ask her to invite you," she replied.</p> + +<p>The Fox-King had a delightful luncheon put up for them, which the +shaggy man shoved in his pocket, and the fox-captain escorted them to +an arch at the side of the village opposite the one by which they had +entered. Here they found more soldiers guarding the road.</p> + +<p>"Are you afraid of enemies?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"No; because we are watchful and able to protect ourselves," answered +the captain. "But this road leads to another village peopled by big, +stupid beasts who might cause us trouble if they thought we were +afraid of them."</p> + +<p>"What beasts are they?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>The captain hesitated to answer. Finally, he said:</p> + +<p>"You will learn all about them when you arrive at their city. But do +not be afraid of them. Button-Bright is so wonderfully clever and has +now such an intelligent face that I'm sure he will manage to find a +way to protect you."</p> + +<p>This made Dorothy and the shaggy man rather uneasy, for they had not +so much confidence in the fox-boy's wisdom as the captain seemed to +have. But as their escort would say no more about the beasts, they +bade him good-bye and proceeded on their journey.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>5. The Rainbow's Daughter</h2> + + +<p>Toto, now allowed to run about as he pleased, was glad to be free +again and able to bark at the birds and chase the butterflies. +The country around them was charming, yet in the pretty fields of +wild-flowers and groves of leafy trees were no houses whatever, or sign +of any inhabitants. Birds flew through the air and cunning white +rabbits darted amongst the tall grasses and green bushes; Dorothy +noticed even the ants toiling busily along the roadway, bearing +gigantic loads of clover seed; but of people there were none at all.</p> + +<p>They walked briskly on for an hour or two, for even little Button-Bright +was a good walker and did not tire easily. At length as they turned +a curve in the road they beheld just before them a curious sight.</p> + +<p>A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and +exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the middle of the +lonely road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet +twinkling in sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes +of soft material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was +colored in soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and +white, mingled together most harmoniously in stripes which melted one +into the other with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and +flowed around her in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by +either pin or ornament or ribbon.</p> + +<p>Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and +stood watching this fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than +Dorothy, although more slender; nor did she seem any older than our +little heroine.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time +observing the presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a +frightened fawn, poised upon one foot as if to fly the next instant, +Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet eyes and +trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden +should dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so +Dorothy asked in a soft, sympathetic voice:</p> + +<p>"Are you unhappy, little girl?"</p> + +<p>"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost."</p> + +<p>"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it."</p> + +<p>"Don't you? Why not?"</p> + +<p>"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," +answered Dorothy simply.</p> + +<p>"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, +"and I'm worried and afraid."</p> + +<p>"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled tone of voice.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that was just to keep warm," explained the maiden, quickly. +"It was not because I felt happy or gay, I assure you."</p> + +<p>Dorothy looked at her closely. Her gauzy flowing robes might not be +very warm, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and +balmy, like a spring day.</p> + +<p>"Who are you, dear?" she asked, gently.</p> + +<p>"I'm Polychrome," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"Polly whom?"</p> + +<p>"Polychrome. I'm the Daughter of the Rainbow."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" said Dorothy with a gasp; "I didn't know the Rainbow had +children. But I MIGHT have known it, before you spoke. You +couldn't really be anything else."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" inquired Polychrome, as if surprised.</p> + +<p>"Because you're so lovely and sweet."</p> + +<p>The little maiden smiled through her tears, came up to Dorothy, and +placed her slender fingers in the Kansas girl's chubby hand.</p> + +<p>"You'll be my friend—won't you?" she said, pleadingly.</p> + +<p>"Of course."</p> + +<p>"And what is your name?"</p> + +<p>"I'm Dorothy; and this is my friend Shaggy Man, who owns the Love +Magnet; and this is Button-Bright—only you don't see him as he really +is because the Fox-King carelessly changed his head into a fox head. +But the real Button-Bright is good to look at, and I hope to get him +changed back to himself, some time."</p> + +<p>The Rainbow's Daughter nodded cheerfully, no longer afraid of +her new companions.</p> + +<p>"But who is this?" she asked, pointing to Toto, who was sitting +before her wagging his tail in the most friendly manner and +admiring the pretty maid with his bright eyes. "Is this, also, +some enchanted person?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no, Polly—I may call you Polly, mayn't I? Your whole name's +awful hard to say."</p> + +<p>"Call me Polly if you wish, Dorothy."</p> + +<p>"Well, Polly, Toto's just a dog; but he has more sense than +Button-Bright, to tell the truth; and I'm very fond of him."</p> + +<p>"So am I," said Polychrome, bending gracefully to pat Toto's head.</p> + +<p>"But how did the Rainbow's Daughter ever get on this lonely road, +and become lost?" asked the shaggy man, who had listened wonderingly +to all this.</p> + +<p>"Why, my father stretched his rainbow over here this morning, so that +one end of it touched this road," was the reply; "and I was dancing +upon the pretty rays, as I love to do, and never noticed I was getting +too far over the bend in the circle. Suddenly I began to slide, and +I went faster and faster until at last I bumped on the ground, at the +very end. Just then father lifted the rainbow again, without noticing +me at all, and though I tried to seize the end of it and hold fast, +it melted away entirely and I was left alone and helpless on the cold, +hard earth!"</p> + +<p>"It doesn't seem cold to me, Polly," said Dorothy; "but perhaps you're +not warmly dressed."</p> + +<p>"I'm so used to living nearer the sun," replied the Rainbow's Daughter, +"that at first I feared I would freeze down here. But my dance has +warmed me some, and now I wonder how I am ever to get home again."</p> + +<p>"Won't your father miss you, and look for you, and let down another +rainbow for you?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps so, but he's busy just now because it rains in so many parts +of the world at this season, and he has to set his rainbow in a lot of +different places. What would you advise me to do, Dorothy?"</p> + +<p>"Come with us," was the answer. "I'm going to try to find my way to +the Emerald City, which is in the fairy Land of Oz. The Emerald City +is ruled by a friend of mine, the Princess Ozma, and if we can manage +to get there I'm sure she will know a way to send you home to your +father again."</p> + +<p>"Do you really think so?" asked Polychrome, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"I'm pretty sure."</p> + +<p>"Then I'll go with you," said the little maid; "for travel will help +keep me warm, and father can find me in one part of the world as well +as another—if he gets time to look for me."</p> + +<p>"Come along, then," said the shaggy man, cheerfully; and they started +on once more. Polly walked beside Dorothy a while, holding her new +friend's hand as if she feared to let it go; but her nature seemed as +light and buoyant as her fleecy robes, for suddenly she darted ahead +and whirled round in a giddy dance. Then she tripped back to them +with sparkling eyes and smiling cheeks, having regained her usual +happy mood and forgotten all her worry about being lost.</p> + +<p>They found her a charming companion, and her dancing and laughter— +for she laughed at times like the tinkling of a silver bell—did much +to enliven their journey and keep them contented.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>6. The City Of Beasts</h2> + + +<p>When noon came they opened the Fox-King's basket of luncheon, and +found a nice roasted turkey with cranberry sauce and some slices of +bread and butter. As they sat on the grass by the roadside the +shaggy man cut up the turkey with his pocket-knife and passed slices +of it around.</p> + +<p>"Haven't you any dewdrops, or mist-cakes, or cloudbuns?" asked +Polychrome, longingly.</p> + +<p>"'Course not," replied Dorothy. "We eat solid things, down here on +the earth. But there's a bottle of cold tea. Try some, won't you?"</p> + +<p>The Rainbow's Daughter watched Button-Bright devour one leg of the turkey.</p> + +<p>"Is it good?" she asked.</p> + +<p>He nodded.</p> + +<p>"Do you think I could eat it?"</p> + +<p>"Not this," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"But I mean another piece?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm going to try, for I'm very hungry," she decided, and took a +thin slice of the white breast of turkey which the shaggy man cut for +her, as well as a bit of bread and butter. When she tasted it +Polychrome thought the turkey was good—better even than +mist-cakes; but a little satisfied her hunger and she finished with a +tiny sip of cold tea.</p> + +<p>"That's about as much as a fly would eat," said Dorothy, who was +making a good meal herself. "But I know some people in Oz who eat +nothing at all."</p> + +<p>"Who are they?" inquired the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"One is a scarecrow who's stuffed with straw, and the other a woodman +made out of tin. They haven't any appetites inside of 'em, you see; +so they never eat anything at all."</p> + +<p>"Are they alive?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," replied Dorothy; "and they're very clever and very nice, +too. If we get to Oz I'll introduce them to you."</p> + +<p>"Do you really expect to get to Oz?" inquired the shaggy man, taking +a drink of cold tea.</p> + +<p>"I don't know just what to 'spect," answered the child, seriously; "but +I've noticed if I happen to get lost I'm almost sure to come to the +Land of Oz in the end, somehow 'r other; so I may get there this time. +But I can't promise, you know; all I can do is wait and see."</p> + +<p>"Will the Scarecrow scare me?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"No; 'cause you're not a crow," she returned. "He has the loveliest +smile you ever saw—only it's painted on and he can't help it."</p> + +<p>Luncheon being over they started again upon their journey, the shaggy +man, Dorothy and Button-Bright walking soberly along, side by side, and +the Rainbow's Daughter dancing merrily before them.</p> + +<p>Sometimes she darted along the road so swiftly that she was nearly out +of sight, then she came tripping back to greet them with her silvery +laughter. But once she came back more sedately, to say:</p> + +<p>"There's a city a little way off."</p> + +<p>"I 'spected that," returned Dorothy; "for the fox-people warned us +there was one on this road. It's filled with stupid beasts of some +sort, but we musn't be afraid of 'em 'cause they won't hurt us."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Button-Bright; but Polychrome didn't know whether it +was all right or not.</p> + +<p>"It's a big city," she said, "and the road runs straight through it."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the shaggy man; "as long as I carry the Love +Magnet every living thing will love me, and you may be sure I shan't +allow any of my friends to be harmed in any way."</p> + +<p>This comforted them somewhat, and they moved on again. Pretty soon +they came to a signpost that read:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>"HAF A MYLE TO DUNKITON."</p></blockquote> + + +<p>"Oh," said the shaggy man, "if they're donkeys, we've nothing to fear +at all."</p> + +<p>"They may kick," said Dorothy, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"Then we will cut some switches, and make them behave," he replied. +At the first tree he cut himself a long, slender switch from one of +the branches, and shorter switches for the others.</p> + +<p>"Don't be afraid to order the beasts around," he said; "they're used +to it."</p> + +<p>Before long the road brought them to the gates of the city. There was +a high wall all around, which had been whitewashed, and the gate just +before our travelers was a mere opening in the wall, with no bars +across it. No towers or steeples or domes showed above the enclosure, +nor was any living thing to be seen as our friends drew near.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, as they were about to boldly enter through the opening, +there arose a harsh clamor of sound that swelled and echoed on every +side, until they were nearly deafened by the racket and had to put +their fingers to their ears to keep the noise out.</p> + +<p>It was like the firing of many cannon, only there were no cannon-balls +or other missiles to be seen; it was like the rolling of mighty +thunder, only not a cloud was in the sky; it was like the roar of +countless breakers on a rugged seashore, only there was no sea or +other water anywhere about.</p> + +<p>They hesitated to advance; but, as the noise did no harm, they entered +through the whitewashed wall and quickly discovered the cause of the +turmoil. Inside were suspended many sheets of tin or thin iron, and +against these metal sheets a row of donkeys were pounding their heels +with vicious kicks.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man ran up to the nearest donkey and gave the beast a sharp +blow with his switch.</p> + +<p>"Stop that noise!" he shouted; and the donkey stopped kicking the +metal sheet and turned its head to look with surprise at the shaggy +man. He switched the next donkey, and made him stop, and then the +next, so that gradually the rattling of heels ceased and the awful +noise subsided. The donkeys stood in a group and eyed the strangers +with fear and trembling.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by making such a racket?" asked the shaggy man, sternly.</p> + +<p>"We were scaring away the foxes," said one of the donkeys, meekly. +"Usually they run fast enough when they hear the noise, which makes +them afraid."</p> + +<p>"There are no foxes here," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"I beg to differ with you. There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey, +sitting upright on its haunches and waving a hoof toward +Button-Bright. "We saw him coming and thought the whole army of foxes +was marching to attack us."</p> + +<p>"Button-Bright isn't a fox," explained the shaggy man. "He's only +wearing a fox head for a time, until he can get his own head back."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see," remarked the donkey, waving its left ear reflectively. +"I'm sorry we made such a mistake, and had all our work and worry +for nothing."</p> + +<p>The other donkeys by this time were sitting up and examining the +strangers with big, glassy eyes. They made a queer picture, indeed; +for they wore wide, white collars around their necks and the collars +had many scallops and points. The gentlemen-donkeys wore high +pointed caps set between their great ears, and the lady-donkeys wore +sunbonnets with holes cut in the top for the ears to stick through. +But they had no other clothing except their hairy skins, although many +wore gold and silver bangles on their front wrists and bands of +different metals on their rear ankles. When they were kicking they +had braced themselves with their front legs, but now they all stood or +sat upright on their hind legs and used the front ones as arms. +Having no fingers or hands the beasts were rather clumsy, as you may +guess; but Dorothy was surprised to observe how many things they could +do with their stiff, heavy hoofs.</p> + +<p>Some of the donkeys were white, some were brown, or gray, or black, +or spotted; but their hair was sleek and smooth and their broad collars +and caps gave them a neat, if whimsical, appearance.</p> + +<p>"This is a nice way to welcome visitors, I must say!" remarked the +shaggy man, in a reproachful tone.</p> + +<p>"Oh, we did not mean to be impolite," replied a grey donkey which had +not spoken before. "But you were not expected, nor did you send in +your visiting cards, as it is proper to do."</p> + +<p>"There is some truth in that," admitted the shaggy man; "but, now +you are informed that we are important and distinguished travelers, +I trust you will accord us proper consideration."</p> + +<p>These big words delighted the donkeys, and made them bow to the shaggy +man with great respect. Said the grey one:</p> + +<p>"You shall be taken before his great and glorious Majesty King +Kik-a-bray, who will greet you as becomes your exalted stations."</p> + +<p>"That's right," answered Dorothy. "Take us to some one who +knows something."</p> + +<p>"Oh, we all know something, my child, or we shouldn't be donkeys," +asserted the grey one, with dignity. "The word 'donkey' means +'clever,' you know."</p> + +<p>"I didn't know it," she replied. "I thought it meant 'stupid'."</p> + +<p>"Not at all, my child. If you will look in the Encyclopedia +Donkaniara you will find I'm correct. But come; I will myself lead +you before our splendid, exalted, and most intellectual ruler."</p> + +<p>All donkeys love big words, so it is no wonder the grey one used so +many of them.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation</h2> + + +<p>They found the houses of the town all low and square and built of +bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in +rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard +manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way.</p> + +<p>"Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities, +to guide them where to go," observed the grey donkey, as he walked +before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner; +"but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks. +Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets."</p> + +<p>Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it. +Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: "Madam de Fayke, Hoofist," +and she asked their conductor:</p> + +<p>"What's a 'hoofist,' please?"</p> + +<p>"One who reads your fortune in your hoofs," replied the grey donkey.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see," said the little girl. "You are quite civilized here."</p> + +<p>"Dunkiton," he replied, "is the center of the world's +highest civilization."</p> + +<p>They came to a house where two youthful donkeys were whitewashing the +wall, and Dorothy stopped a moment to watch them. They dipped the +ends of their tails, which were much like paint-brushes, into a pail of +whitewash, backed up against the house, and wagged their tails right +and left until the whitewash was rubbed on the wall, after which they +dipped these funny brushes in the pail again and repeated the performance.</p> + +<p>"That must be fun," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"No, it's work," replied the old donkey; "but we make our youngsters +do all the whitewashing, to keep them out of mischief."</p> + +<p>"Don't they go to school?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"All donkeys are born wise," was the reply, "so the only school we +need is the school of experience. Books are only for those who know +nothing, and so are obliged to learn things from other people."</p> + +<p>"In other words, the more stupid one is, the more he thinks he knows," +observed the shaggy man. The grey donkey paid no attention to this +speech because he had just stopped before a house which had painted +over the doorway a pair of hoofs, with a donkey tail between them and +a rude crown and sceptre above.</p> + +<p>"I'll see if his magnificent Majesty King Kik-a-bray is at home," said +he. He lifted his head and called "Whee-haw! whee-haw! whee-haw!" +three times, in a shocking voice, turning about and kicking with his +heels against the panel of the door. For a time there was no reply; +then the door opened far enough to permit a donkey's head to stick out +and look at them.</p> + +<p>It was a white head, with big, awful ears and round, solemn eyes.</p> + +<p>"Have the foxes gone?" it asked, in a trembling voice.</p> + +<p>"They haven't been here, most stupendous Majesty," replied the grey +one. "The new arrivals prove to be travelers of distinction."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said the King, in a relieved tone of voice. "Let them come in."</p> + +<p>He opened the door wide, and the party marched into a big room, which, +Dorothy thought, looked quite unlike a king's palace. There were mats +of woven grasses on the floor and the place was clean and neat; but +his Majesty had no other furniture at all—perhaps because he didn't +need it. He squatted down in the center of the room and a little +brown donkey ran and brought a big gold crown which it placed on the +monarch's head, and a golden staff with a jeweled ball at the end of +it, which the King held between his front hoofs as he sat upright.</p> + +<p>"Now then," said his Majesty, waving his long ears gently to and fro, +"tell me why you are here, and what you expect me to do for you." He +eyed Button-Bright rather sharply, as if afraid of the little boy's +queer head, though it was the shaggy man who undertook to reply.</p> + +<p>"Most noble and supreme ruler of Dunkiton," he said, trying not to +laugh in the solemn King's face, "we are strangers traveling through +your dominions and have entered your magnificent city because the road +led through it, and there was no way to go around. All we desire is +to pay our respects to your Majesty—the cleverest king in all the +world, I'm sure—and then to continue on our way."</p> + +<p>This polite speech pleased the King very much; indeed, it pleased him +so much that it proved an unlucky speech for the shaggy man. Perhaps +the Love Magnet helped to win his Majesty's affections as well as the +flattery, but however this may be, the white donkey looked kindly upon +the speaker and said:</p> + +<p>"Only a donkey should be able to use such fine, big words, and you are +too wise and admirable in all ways to be a mere man. Also, I feel +that I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will +bestow upon you the greatest gift within my power—a donkey's head."</p> + +<p>As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man +cried out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use. +Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its +place—a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly +both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore +a smile.</p> + +<p>"Dear me! dear me!" cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new +head and his long ears. "What a misfortune—what a great misfortune! +Give me back my own head, you stupid king—if you love me at all!"</p> + +<p>"Don't you like it?" asked the King, surprised.</p> + +<p>"Hee-haw! I hate it! Take it away, quick!" said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"But I can't do that," was the reply. "My magic works only one way. +I can DO things, but I can't UNdo them. You'll have to find the +Truth Pond, and bathe in its water, in order to get back your own +head. But I advise you not to do that. This head is much more +beautiful than the old one."</p> + +<p>"That's a matter of taste," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Where is the Truth Pond?" asked the shaggy man, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"Somewhere in the Land of Oz; but just the exact location of it I +can not tell," was the answer.</p> + +<p>"Don't worry, Shaggy Man," said Dorothy, smiling because her friend +wagged his new ears so comically. "If the Truth Pond is in Oz, we'll +be sure to find it when we get there."</p> + +<p>"Oh! Are you going to the Land of Oz?" asked King Kik-a-bray.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," she replied, "but we've been told we are nearer the +Land of Oz than to Kansas, and if that's so, the quickest way for me +to get home is to find Ozma."</p> + +<p>"Haw-haw! Do you know the mighty Princess Ozma?" asked the King, his +tone both surprised and eager.</p> + +<p>"'Course I do; she's my friend," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Then perhaps you'll do me a favor," continued the white donkey, +much excited.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you can get me an invitation to Princess Ozma's birthday +celebration, which will be the grandest royal function ever held in +Fairyland. I'd love to go."</p> + +<p>"Hee-haw! You deserve punishment, rather than reward, for giving +me this dreadful head," said the shaggy man, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>"I wish you wouldn't say 'hee-haw' so much," Polychrome begged him; +"it makes cold chills run down my back."</p> + +<p>"But I can't help it, my dear; my donkey head wants to bray +continually," he replied. "Doesn't your fox head want to yelp every +minute?" he asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said the boy, still staring at the shaggy man's ears. +These seemed to interest him greatly, and the sight also made him +forget his own fox head, which was a comfort.</p> + +<p>"What do you think, Polly? Shall I promise the donkey king an +invitation to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy of the Rainbow's Daughter, +who was flitting about the room like a sunbeam because she could never +keep still.</p> + +<p>"Do as you please, dear," answered Polychrome. "He might help to +amuse the guests of the Princess."</p> + +<p>"Then, if you will give us some supper and a place to sleep to-night, +and let us get started on our journey early to-morrow morning," said +Dorothy to the King, "I'll ask Ozma to invite you—if I happen to get +to Oz."</p> + +<p>"Good! Hee-haw! Excellent!" cried Kik-a-bray, much pleased. "You +shall all have fine suppers and good beds. What food would you +prefer, a bran mash or ripe oats in the shell?"</p> + +<p>"Neither one," replied Dorothy, promptly.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps plain hay, or some sweet juicy grass would suit you better," +suggested Kik-a-bray, musingly.</p> + +<p>"Is that all you have to eat?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"What more do you desire?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you see we're not donkeys," she explained, "and so we're used +to other food. The foxes gave us a nice supper in Foxville."</p> + +<p>"We'd like some dewdrops and mist-cakes," said Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"I'd prefer apples and a ham sandwich," declared the shaggy man, "for +although I've a donkey head, I still have my own particular stomach."</p> + +<p>"I want pie," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I think some beefsteak and chocolate layer-cake would taste best," +said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Hee-haw! I declare!" exclaimed the King. "It seems each one of you +wants a different food. How queer all living creatures are, +except donkeys!"</p> + +<p>"And donkeys like you are queerest of all," laughed Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"Well," decided the King, "I suppose my Magic Staff will produce the +things you crave; if you are lacking in good taste it is not my fault."</p> + +<p>With this, he waved his staff with the jeweled ball, and before them +instantly appeared a tea-table, set with linen and pretty dishes, and +on the table were the very things each had wished for. Dorothy's +beefsteak was smoking hot, and the shaggy man's apples were plump and +rosy-cheeked. The King had not thought to provide chairs, so they all +stood in their places around the table and ate with good appetite, +being hungry. The Rainbow's Daughter found three tiny dewdrops on a +crystal plate, and Button-Bright had a big slice of apple pie, which +he devoured eagerly.</p> + +<p>Afterward the King called the brown donkey, which was his favorite +servant, and bade it lead his guests to the vacant house where they +were to pass the night. It had only one room and no furniture except +beds of clean straw and a few mats of woven grasses; but our travelers +were contented with these simple things because they realized it was +the best the Donkey-King had to offer them. As soon as it was dark +they lay down on the mats and slept comfortably until morning.</p> + +<p>At daybreak there was a dreadful noise throughout the city. Every +donkey in the place brayed. When he heard this the shaggy man woke +up and called out "Hee-haw!" as loud as he could.</p> + +<p>"Stop that!" said Button-Bright, in a cross voice. Both Dorothy and +Polly looked at the shaggy man reproachfully.</p> + +<p>"I couldn't help it, my dears," he said, as if ashamed of his bray; +"but I'll try not to do it again."</p> + +<p>Of coursed they forgave him, for as he still had the Love Magnet in +his pocket they were all obliged to love him as much as ever.</p> + +<p>They did not see the King again, but Kik-a-bray remembered them; +for a table appeared again in their room with the same food upon it +as on the night before.</p> + +<p>"Don't want pie for breakfus'," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I'll give you some of my beefsteak," proposed Dorothy; "there's +plenty for us all."</p> + +<p>That suited the boy better, but the shaggy man said he was content +with his apples and sandwiches, although he ended the meal by eating +Button-Bright's pie. Polly liked her dewdrops and mist-cakes better +than any other food, so they all enjoyed an excellent breakfast. Toto +had the scraps left from the beefsteak, and he stood up nicely on his +hind legs while Dorothy fed them to him.</p> + +<p>Breakfast ended, they passed through the village to the side opposite +that by which they had entered, the brown servant-donkey guiding them +through the maze of scattered houses. There was the road again, +leading far away into the unknown country beyond.</p> + +<p>"King Kik-a-bray says you must not forget his invitation," said the +brown donkey, as they passed through the opening in the wall.</p> + +<p>"I shan't," promised Dorothy.</p> + +<p>Perhaps no one ever beheld a more strangely assorted group than the +one which now walked along the road, through pretty green fields and +past groves of feathery pepper-trees and fragrant mimosa. Polychrome, +her beautiful gauzy robes floating around her like a rainbow cloud, +went first, dancing back and forth and darting now here to pluck a +wild-flower or there to watch a beetle crawl across the path. Toto ran +after her at times, barking joyously the while, only to become sober +again and trot along at Dorothy's heels. The little Kansas girl +walked holding Button-Bright's hand clasped in her own, and the wee +boy with his fox head covered by the sailor hat presented an odd +appeaance. Strangest of all, perhaps, was the shaggy man, with his +shaggy donkey head, who shuffled along in the rear with his hands +thrust deep in his big pockets.</p> + +<p>None of the party was really unhappy. All were straying in an unknown +land and had suffered more or less annoyance and discomfort; but they +realized they were having a fairy adventure in a fairy country, +and were much interested in finding out what would happen next.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>8. The Musicker</h2> + + +<p>About the middle of the forenoon they began to go up a long hill. +By-and-by this hill suddenly dropped down into a pretty valley, +where the travelers saw, to their surprise, a small house standing +by the road-side.</p> + +<p>It was the first house they had seen, and they hastened into the +valley to discover who lived there. No one was in sight as they +approached, but when they began to get nearer the house they heard +queer sounds coming from it. They could not make these out at first, +but as they became louder our friends thought they heard a sort of +music like that made by a wheezy hand-organ; the music fell upon +their ears in this way:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Tiddle-widdle-iddle oom pom-pom!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom, pom-pom! oom, pom-pom!<br /></span> +<span>Tiddle-tiddle-tiddle oom pom-pom!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom, pom-pom—pah!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<p>"What is it, a band or a mouth-organ?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Sounds to me like a played-out phonograph," said the shaggy man, +lifting his enormous ears to listen.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there just COULDN'T be a funnygraf in Fairyland!" cried Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" asked Polychrome, trying to dance to +the strains.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom pom-pom; oom pom-pom!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>came the music to their ears, more distinctly as they drew nearer the +house. Presently, they saw a little fat man sitting on a bench before +the door. He wore a red, braided jacket that reached to his waist, a +blue waistcoat, and white trousers with gold stripes down the sides. +On his bald head was perched a little, round, red cap held in place by +a rubber elastic underneath his chin. His face was round, his eyes a +faded blue, and he wore white cotton gloves. The man leaned on a +stout gold-headed cane, bending forward on his seat to watch his +visitors approach.</p> + +<p>Singularly enough, the musical sounds they had heard seemed to come +from the inside of the fat man himself; for he was playing no +instrument nor was any to be seen near him.</p> + +<p>They came up and stood in a row, staring at him, and he stared back +while the queer sounds came from him as before:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Tiddle-iddle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom, pom-pom; oom pom-pom!<br /></span> +<span>Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom, pom-pom—pah!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Why, he's a reg'lar musicker!" said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"What's a musicker?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Him!" said the boy.</p> + +<p>Hearing this, the fat man sat up a little stiffer than before, as if +he had received a compliment, and still came the sounds:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oom pom-pom, oom—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Stop it!" cried the shaggy man, earnestly. "Stop that dreadful noise."</p> + +<p>The fat man looked at him sadly and began his reply. When he spoke +the music changed and the words seemed to accompany the notes. He +said—or rather sang:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>It isn't a noise that you hear,<br /></span> +<span>But Music, harmonic and clear.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My breath makes me play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like an organ, all day—<br /></span> +<span>That bass note is in my left ear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy; "he says his breath makes the music."</p> + +<p>"That's all nonsense," declared the shaggy man; but now the music +began again, and they all listened carefully.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>My lungs are full of reeds like those<br /></span> +<span>In organs, therefore I suppose,<br /></span> +<span>If I breathe in or out my nose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The reeds are bound to play.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>So as I breathe to live, you know,<br /></span> +<span>I squeeze out music as I go;<br /></span> +<span>I'm very sorry this is so—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forgive my piping, pray!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Poor man," said Polychrome; "he can't help it. What a great +misfortune it is!"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the shaggy man; "we are only obliged to hear this music +a short time, until we leave him and go away; but the poor fellow +must listen to himself as long as he lives, and that is enough to +drive him crazy. Don't you think so?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright. Toto said, "Bow-wow!" and the +others laughed.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps that's why he lives all alone," suggested Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Yes; if he had neighbors, they might do him an injury," responded +the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Tiddle-tiddle-iddle, oom, pom-pom,<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>and they had to speak loud in order to hear themselves. +The shaggy man said:</p> + +<p>"Who are you, sir?"</p> + +<p>The reply came in the shape of this sing-song:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>I'm Allegro da Capo, a very famous man;<br /></span> +<span>Just find another, high or low, to match me if you can.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some people try, but can't, to play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And have to practice every day;<br /></span> +<span>But I've been musical always, since first my life began.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Why, I b'lieve he's proud of it," exclaimed Dorothy; "and seems to me +I've heard worse music than he makes."</p> + +<p>"Where?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I've forgotten, just now. But Mr. Da Capo is certainly a strange +person—isn't he?—and p'r'aps he's the only one of his kind in all +the world."</p> + +<p>This praise seemed to please the little fat musicker, for he swelled +out his chest, looked important and sang as follows:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>I wear no band around me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet I am a band!<br /></span> +<span>I do not strain to make my strains<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But, on the other hand,<br /></span> +<span>My toot is always destitute<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of flats or other errors;<br /></span> +<span>To see sharp and be natural are<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For me but minor terrors.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"I don't quite understand that," said Polychrome, with a puzzled +look; "but perhaps it's because I'm accustomed only to the music +of the spheres."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Polly means the atmosphere and hemisphere, I s'pose," +explained Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Bow-wow!" said Toto.</p> + +<p>But the musicker was still breathing his constant</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Oom, pom-pom; Oom pom-pom—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>and it seemed to jar on the shaggy man's nerves.</p> + +<p>"Stop it, can't you?" he cried angrily; "or breathe in a whisper; +or put a clothes-pin on your nose. Do something, anyhow!"</p> + +<p>But the fat one, with a sad look, sang this answer:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Music hath charms, and it may<br /></span> +<span>Soothe even the savage, they say;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So if savage you feel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just list to my reel,<br /></span> +<span>For sooth to say that's the real way.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>The shaggy man had to laugh at this, and when he laughed he stretched +his donkey mouth wide open. Said Dorothy:</p> + +<p>"I don't know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, +so that's all that can be 'xpected."</p> + +<p>"I like it," said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, +his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, +the boy asked this long question:</p> + +<p>"If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?"</p> + +<p>"An organette," said the shaggy man. "But come, my dears; I think +the best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before +Button-Bright swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, +you know."</p> + +<p>Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>If you go to the Land of Oz<br /></span> +<span>Please take me along, because<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On Ozma's birthday<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm anxious to play<br /></span> +<span>The loveliest song ever was.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +</div></div> + +<p>"No thank you," said Dorothy; "we prefer to travel alone. But if I +see Ozma I'll tell her you want to come to her birthday party."</p> + +<p>"Let's be going," urged the shaggy man, anxiously.</p> + +<p>Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the +others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and +made a grab for his chubby leg. Dorothy quickly caught up the +growling little dog and hurried after her companions, who were walking +faster than usual in order to get out of hearing. They had to climb a +hill, and until they got to the top they could not escape the +musicker's monotonous piping:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>Oom, pom-pom; oom, pom-pom;<br /></span> +<span>Tiddle-iddle-widdle, oom, pom-pom;<br /></span> +<span>Oom, pom-pom—pah!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>As they passed the brow of the hill, however, and descended on +the other side, the sounds gradually died away, whereat they all +felt much relieved.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad I don't have to live with the organ-man; aren't you, Polly?" +said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter.</p> + +<p>"He's nice," declared Button-Bright, soberly.</p> + +<p>"I hope your Princess Ozma won't invite him to her birthday +celebration," remarked the shaggy man; "for the fellow's music would +drive her guests all crazy. You've given me an idea, Button-Bright; +I believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth."</p> + +<p>"What's 'cordeon?" asked the boy.</p> + +<p>"It's a kind of pleating," explained Dorothy, putting down the dog.</p> + +<p>"Bow-wow!" said Toto, and ran away at a mad gallop to chase a bumble-bee.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>9. Facing the Scoodlers</h2> + + +<p>The country wasn't so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a +rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were +nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been +smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven.</p> + +<p>Button-Bright's little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome +ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she +had no trouble to keep warm.</p> + +<p>It had become afternoon, yet there wasn't a thing for their luncheon +except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast +table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each +of his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs; +but Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples.</p> + +<p>"Do you know," asked the Rainbow's Daughter, "if this is the right +road to the Emerald City?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't," replied Dorothy, "but it's the only road in this part +of the country, so we may as well go to the end of it."</p> + +<p>"It looks now as if it might end pretty soon," remarked the shaggy man; +"and what shall we do if it does?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"If I had my Magic Belt," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, "it could do +us a lot of good just now."</p> + +<p>"What is your Magic Belt?" asked Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"It's a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do +'most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; 'cause +magic won't work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries."</p> + +<p>"Is this a fairy country?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I should think you'd know," said the little girl, gravely. +"If it wasn't a fairy country you couldn't have a fox head +and the shaggy man couldn't have a donkey head, and the Rainbow's +Daughter would be invis'ble."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked the boy.</p> + +<p>"You don't seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis'ble is a thing +you can't see."</p> + +<p>"Then Toto's invis'ble," declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was +right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him +barking furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them.</p> + +<p>They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at, +and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious +creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender +and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they +could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth +costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its +hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird's. The +creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and +yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the +sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were +small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel.</p> + +<p>"What in the world do you s'pose that is?" asked Dorothy in +a hushed voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching +the strange creature.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same +place but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of +being black, it was now pure white, with a face like that of a clown +in a circus and hair of a brilliant purple. The creature could bend +either way, and its white toes now curled the same way the black ones +on the other side had done.</p> + +<p>"It has a face both front and back," whispered Dorothy, wonderingly; +"only there's no back at all, but two fronts."</p> + +<p>Having made the turn, the being sat motionless as before, while Toto +barked louder at the white man than he had done at the black one.</p> + +<p>"Once," said the shaggy man, "I had a jumping jack like that, +with two faces."</p> + +<p>"Was it alive?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"No," replied the shaggy man; "it worked on strings and was made of wood."</p> + +<p>"Wonder if this works with strings," said Dorothy; but Polychrome +cried "Look!" for another creature just like the first had suddenly +appeared sitting on another rock, its black side toward them. The two +twisted their heads around and showed a black face on the white side +of one and a white face on the black side of the other.</p> + +<p>"How curious," said Polychrome; "and how loose their heads seem to be! +Are they friendly to us, do you think?"</p> + +<p>"Can't tell, Polly," replied Dorothy. "Let's ask 'em."</p> + +<p>The creatures flopped first one way and then the other, showing black +or white by turns; and now another joined them, appearing on another +rock. Our friends had come to a little hollow in the hills, and the +place where they now stood was surrounded by jagged peaks of rock, +except where the road ran through.</p> + +<p>"Now there are four of them," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"Five," declared Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"Six," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Lots of 'em!" cried Button-Bright; and so there were—quite a row of +the two-sided black and white creatures sitting on the rocks all around.</p> + +<p>Toto stopped barking and ran between Dorothy's feet, where he crouched +down as if afraid. The creatures did not look pleasant or friendly, +to be sure, and the shaggy man's donkey face became solemn, indeed.</p> + +<p>"Ask 'em who they are, and what they want," whispered Dorothy; +so the shaggy man called out in a loud voice:</p> + +<p>"Who are you?"</p> + +<p>"Scoodlers!" they yelled in chorus, their voices sharp and shrill.</p> + +<p>"What do you want?" called the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"You!" they yelled, pointing their thin fingers at the group; +and they all flopped around, so they were white, and then all +flopped back again, so they were black.</p> + +<p>"But what do you want us for?" asked the shaggy man, uneasily.</p> + +<p>"Soup!" they all shouted, as if with one voice.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me!" said Dorothy, trembling a little; "the Scoodlers must +be reg'lar cannibals."</p> + +<p>"Don't want to be soup," protested Button-Bright, beginning to cry.</p> + +<p>"Hush, dear," said the little girl, trying to comfort him; "we don't +any of us want to be soup. But don't worry; the shaggy man will take +care of us."</p> + +<p>"Will he?" asked Polychrome, who did not like the Scoodlers at all, +and kept close to Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"I'll try," promised the shaggy man; but he looked worried.</p> + +<p>Happening just then to feel the Love Magnet in his pocket, +he said to the creatures, with more confidence:</p> + +<p>"Don't you love me?"</p> + +<p>"Yes!" they shouted, all together.</p> + +<p>"Then you mustn't harm me, or my friends," said the shaggy man, firmly.</p> + +<p>"We love you in soup!" they yelled, and in a flash turned their white +sides to the front.</p> + +<p>"How dreadful!" said Dorothy. "This is a time, Shaggy Man, when you +get loved too much."</p> + +<p>"Don't want to be soup!" wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began +to whine dismally, as if he didn't want to be soup, either.</p> + +<p>"The only thing to do," said the shaggy man to his friends, in a low +tone, "is to get out of this pocket in the rocks as soon as we can, and +leave the Scoodlers behind us. Follow me, my dears, and don't pay any +attention to what they do or say."</p> + +<p>With this, he began to march along the road to the opening in the +rocks ahead, and the others kept close behind him. But the Scoodlers +closed up in front, as if to bar their way, and so the shaggy man +stooped down and picked up a loose stone, which he threw at the +creatures to scare them from the path.</p> + +<p>At this the Scoodlers raised a howl. Two of them picked their heads +from their shoulders and hurled them at the shaggy man with such force +that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran +forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on +again, after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle</h2> + + +<p>The shaggy man got up and felt of himself to see if he was hurt; but +he was not. One of the heads had struck his breast and the other his +left shoulder; yet though they had knocked him down, the heads were +not hard enough to bruise him.</p> + +<p>"Come on," he said firmly; "we've got to get out of here some way," +and forward he started again.</p> + +<p>The Scoodlers began yelling and throwing their heads in great numbers +at our frightened friends. The shaggy man was knocked over again, and +so was Button-Bright, who kicked his heels against the ground and +howled as loud as he could, although he was not hurt a bit. One head +struck Toto, who first yelped and then grabbed the head by an ear and +started running away with it.</p> + +<p>The Scoodlers who had thrown their heads began to scramble down and +run to pick them up, with wonderful quickness; but the one whose head +Toto had stolen found it hard to get it back again. The head couldn't +see the body with either pair of its eyes, because the dog was in the +way, so the headless Scoodler stumbled around over the rocks and +tripped on them more than once in its effort to regain its top. Toto +was trying to get outside the rocks and roll the head down the hill; +but some of the other Scoodlers came to the rescue of their +unfortunate comrade and pelted the dog with their own heads until he +was obliged to drop his burden and hurry back to Dorothy.</p> + +<p>The little girl and the Rainbow's Daughter had both escaped the shower +of heads, but they saw now that it would be useless to try to run away +from the dreadful Scoodlers.</p> + +<p>"We may as well submit," declared the shaggy man, in a rueful voice, +as he got upon his feet again. He turned toward their foes and asked:</p> + +<p>"What do you want us to do?"</p> + +<p>"Come!" they cried, in a triumphant chorus, and at once sprang from +the rocks and surrounded their captives on all sides. One funny thing +about the Scoodlers was they could walk in either direction, coming or +going, without turning around; because they had two faces and, as +Dorothy said, "two front sides," and their feet were shaped like the +letter T upside down. They moved with great rapidity and there was +something about their glittering eyes and contrasting colors and +removable heads that inspired the poor prisoners with horror, and made +them long to escape.</p> + +<p>But the creatures led their captives away from the rocks and the road, +down the hill by a side path until they came before a low mountain of +rock that looked like a huge bowl turned upside down. At the edge of +this mountain was a deep gulf—so deep that when you looked into it +there was nothing but blackness below. Across the gulf was a narrow +bridge of rock, and at the other end of the bridge was an arched +opening that led into the mountain.</p> + +<p>Over this bridge the Scoodlers led their prisoners, through the +opening into the mountain, which they found to be an immense hollow +dome lighted by several holes in the roof. All around the circular +space were built rock houses, set close together, each with a door in +the front wall. None of these houses was more than six feet wide, but +the Scoodlers were thin people sidewise and did not need much room. +So vast was the dome that there was a large space in the middle of the +cave, in front of all these houses, where the creatures might congregate +as in a great hall.</p> + +<p>It made Dorothy shudder to see a huge iron kettle suspended by a stout +chain in the middle of the place, and underneath the kettle a great +heap of kindling wood and shavings, ready to light.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked the shaggy man, drawing back as they approached +this place, so that they were forced to push him forward.</p> + +<p>"The Soup Kettle!" yelled the Scoodlers, and then they shouted in the +next breath:</p> + +<p>"We're hungry!"</p> + +<p>Button-Bright, holding Dorothy's hand in one chubby fist and Polly's +hand in the other, was so affected by this shout that he began to cry +again, repeating the protest:</p> + +<p>"Don't want to be soup, I don't!"</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the shaggy man, consolingly; "I ought to make enough +soup to feed them all, I'm so big; so I'll ask them to put me in the +kettle first."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Button-Bright, more cheerfully.</p> + +<p>But the Scoodlers were not ready to make soup yet. They led the +captives into a house at the farthest side of the cave—a house +somewhat wider than the others.</p> + +<p>"Who lives here?" asked the Rainbow's Daughter. The Scoodlers +nearest her replied:</p> + +<p>"The Queen."</p> + +<p>It made Dorothy hopeful to learn that a woman ruled over these fierce +creatures, but a moment later they were ushered by two or three of the +escort into a gloomy, bare room—and her hope died away.</p> + +<p>For the Queen of the Scoodlers proved to be much more dreadful in +appearance than any of her people. One side of her was fiery red, +with jet-black hair and green eyes and the other side of her was +bright yellow, with crimson hair and black eyes. She wore a short +skirt of red and yellow and her hair, instead of being banged, was a +tangle of short curls upon which rested a circular crown of +silver—much dented and twisted because the Queen had thrown her head +at so many things so many times. Her form was lean and bony and both +her faces were deeply wrinkled.</p> + +<p>"What have we here?" asked the Queen sharply, as our friends were made +to stand before her.</p> + +<p>"Soup!" cried the guard of Scoodlers, speaking together.</p> + +<p>"We're not!" said Dorothy, indignantly; "we're nothing of the sort."</p> + +<p>"Ah, but you will be soon," retorted the Queen, a grim smile making +her look more dreadful than before.</p> + +<p>"Pardon me, most beautiful vision," said the shaggy man, bowing before +the queen politely. "I must request your Serene Highness to let us go +our way without being made into soup. For I own the Love Magnet, and +whoever meets me must love me and all my friends."</p> + +<p>"True," replied the Queen. "We love you very much; so much that we +intend to eat your broth with real pleasure. But tell me, do you +think I am so beautiful?"</p> + +<p>"You won't be at all beautiful if you eat me," he said, shaking his +head sadly. "Handsome is as handsome does, you know."</p> + +<p>The Queen turned to Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Do YOU think I'm beautiful?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"No," said the boy; "you're ugly."</p> + +<p>"I think you're a fright," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"If you could see yourself you'd be terribly scared," added Polly.</p> + +<p>The Queen scowled at them and flopped from her red side to her +yellow side.</p> + +<p>"Take them away," she commanded the guard, "and at six o'clock run +them through the meat chopper and start the soup kettle boiling. +And put plenty of salt in the broth this time, or I'll punish +the cooks severely."</p> + +<p>"Any onions, your Majesty?" asked one of the guard.</p> + +<p>"Plenty of onions and garlic and a dash of red pepper. Now, go!"</p> + +<p>The Scoodlers led the captives away and shut them up in one of the +houses, leaving only a single Scoodler to keep guard.</p> + +<p>The place was a sort of store-house; containing bags of potatoes and +baskets of carrots, onions and turnips.</p> + +<p>"These," said their guard, pointing to the vegetables, "we use to +flavor our soups with."</p> + +<p>The prisoners were rather disheartened by this time, for they saw no +way to escape and did not know how soon it would be six o'clock and +time for the meatchopper to begin work. But the shaggy man was brave +and did not intend to submit to such a horrid fate without a struggle.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to fight for our lives," he whispered to the children, "for +if I fail we will be no worse off than before, and to sit here +quietly until we are made into soup would be foolish and cowardly."</p> + +<p>The Scoodler on guard stood near the doorway, turning first his white +side toward them and then his black side, as if he wanted to show to +all of his greedy four eyes the sight of so many fat prisoners. The +captives sat in a sorrowful group at the other end of the room—except +Polychrome, who danced back and forth in the little place to keep +herself warm, for she felt the chill of the cave. Whenever she +approached the shaggy man he would whisper something in her ear, and +Polly would nod her pretty head as if she understood.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man told Dorothy and Button-Bright to stand before him +while he emptied the potatoes out of one of the sacks. When this had +been secretly done, little Polychrome, dancing near to the guard, +suddenly reached out her hand and slapped his face, the next instant +whirling away from him quickly to rejoin her friends.</p> + +<p>The angry Scoodler at once picked off his head and hurled it at the +Rainbow's Daughter; but the shaggy man was expecting that, and caught +the head very neatly, putting it in the sack, which he tied at the +mouth. The body of the guard, not having the eyes of its head to +guide it, ran here and there in an aimless manner, and the shaggy man +easily dodged it and opened the door. Fortunately, there was no one +in the big cave at that moment, so he told Dorothy and Polly to run as +fast as they could for the entrance, and out across the narrow bridge.</p> + +<p>"I'll carry Button-Bright," he said, for he knew the little boy's legs +were too short to run fast.</p> + +<p>Dorothy picked up Toto and then seized Polly's hand and ran swiftly +toward the entrance to the cave. The shaggy man perched Button-Bright +on his shoulders and ran after them. They moved so quickly and their +escape was so wholly unexpected that they had almost reached the +bridge when one of the Scoodlers looked out of his house and saw them.</p> + +<p>The creature raised a shrill cry that brought all of its fellows +bounding out of the numerous doors, and at once they started in chase. +Dorothy and Polly had reached the bridge and crossed it when the +Scoodlers began throwing their heads. One of the queer missiles +struck the shaggy man on his back and nearly knocked him over; but he +was at the mouth of the cave now, so he set down Button-Bright and +told the boy to run across the bridge to Dorothy.</p> + +<p>Then the shaggy man turned around and faced his enemies, standing just +outside the opening, and as fast as they threw their heads at him he +caught them and tossed them into the black gulf below. The headless +bodies of the foremost Scoodlers kept the others from running close +up, but they also threw their heads in an effort to stop the escaping +prisoners. The shaggy man caught them all and sent them whirling down +into the black gulf. Among them he noticed the crimson and yellow head +of the Queen, and this he tossed after the others with right good will.</p> + +<p>Presently every Scoodler of the lot had thrown its head, and every +head was down in the deep gulf, and now the helpless bodies of the +creatures were mixed together in the cave and wriggling around in a +vain attempt to discover what had become of their heads. The shaggy +man laughed and walked across the bridge to rejoin his companions.</p> + +<p>"It's lucky I learned to play base-ball when I was young," he remarked, +"for I caught all those heads easily and never missed one. But come +along, little ones; the Scoodlers will never bother us or anyone else +any more."</p> + +<p>Button-Bright was still frightened and kept insisting, "I don't want +to be soup!" for the victory had been gained so suddenly that the boy +could not realize they were free and safe. But the shaggy man assured +him that all danger of their being made into soup was now past, as the +Scoodlers would be unable to eat soup for some time to come.</p> + +<p>So now, anxious to get away from the horrid gloomy cave as soon as +possible, they hastened up the hillside and regained the road just +beyond the place where they had first met the Scoodlers; and you may be +sure they were glad to find their feet on the old familiar path again.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>11. Johnny Dooit Does It</h2> + + +<p>"It's getting awful rough walking," said Dorothy, as they trudged +along. Button-Bright gave a deep sigh and said he was hungry. +Indeed, all were hungry, and thirsty, too; for they had eaten nothing +but the apples since breakfast; so their steps lagged and they grew +silent and weary. At last they slowly passed over the crest of a +barren hill and saw before them a line of green trees with a strip of +grass at their feet. An agreeable fragrance was wafted toward them.</p> + +<p>Our travelers, hot and tired, ran forward on beholding this refreshing +sight and were not long in coming to the trees. Here they found a +spring of pure bubbling water, around which the grass was full of wild +strawberry plants, their pretty red berries ripe and ready to eat. +Some of the trees bore yellow oranges and some russet pears, so the +hungry adventurers suddenly found themselves provided with plenty to +eat and to drink. They lost no time in picking the biggest +strawberries and ripest oranges and soon had feasted to their hearts' +content. Walking beyond the line of trees they saw before them a +fearful, dismal desert, everywhere gray sand. At the edge of this +awful waste was a large, white sign with black letters neatly painted +upon it and the letters made these words:</p> + + +<p class="center">ALL PERSONS ARE WARNED NOT TO VENTURE UPON THIS DESERT</p> + +<p class="center">For the Deadly Sands will Turn Any Living Flesh +to Dust in an instant. Beyond This Barrier is the</p> + +<p class="center">LAND OF OZ</p> + +<p class="center">But no one can Reach that Beautiful Country +because of these Destroying Sands</p> + + +<p>"Oh," said Dorothy, when the shaggy man had read the sign aloud; +"I've seen this desert before, and it's true no one can live who +tries to walk upon the sands."</p> + +<p>"Then we musn't try it," answered the shaggy man thoughtfully. +"But as we can't go ahead and there's no use going back, +what shall we do next?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know, either," added Dorothy, despondently.</p> + +<p>"I wish father would come for me," sighed the pretty Rainbow's +Daughter, "I would take you all to live upon the rainbow, where you +could dance along its rays from morning till night, without a care or +worry of any sort. But I suppose father's too busy just now to search +the world for me."</p> + +<p>"Don't want to dance," said Button-Bright, sitting down wearily upon +the soft grass.</p> + +<p>"It's very good of you, Polly," said Dorothy; "but there are other +things that would suit me better than dancing on rainbows. I'm 'fraid +they'd be kind of soft an' squashy under foot, anyhow, although +they're so pretty to look at."</p> + +<p>This didn't help to solve the problem, and they all fell silent and +looked at one another questioningly.</p> + +<p>"Really, I don't know what to do," muttered the shaggy man, gazing +hard at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" +just as if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a +stick and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a +while in deep thought. Finally, the shaggy man said:</p> + +<p>"It's nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty +place and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best +to be done."</p> + +<p>There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves +of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews, +so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when +it was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning.</p> + +<p>Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the +starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters. +Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good +thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was +soon lost in slumber.</p> + +<p>In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and +sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said:</p> + +<p>"Polly, can you do any magic?"</p> + +<p>"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head.</p> + +<p>"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter," +continued Dorothy, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use +for magic," replied Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the +desert to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it +already, you know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house +over, and some Silver Shoes brought me back again—in half a second. +Then Ozma took me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic +Belt took me home that time. You see it was magic that did it every +time 'cept the first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to happen along +and take us to the Emerald City now."</p> + +<p>"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway."</p> + +<p>"That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the +little Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright +can't; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which +won't help us much."</p> + +<p>"Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile +on his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I +can call to us a powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love +Magnet, and this friend surely will be able to help us."</p> + +<p>"Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Johnny Dooit."</p> + +<p>"What can Johnny do?"</p> + +<p>"Anything," answered the shaggy man, with confidence.</p> + +<p>"Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the +paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand +he looked at it steadily and said these words:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>"Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me. +I need you bad as bad can be."</p></blockquote> + + +<p>"Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn't say +you need me bad, 'cause I'm always, ALWAYS, good."</p> + +<p>At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting +on a big copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was +grey, his whiskers were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he +had wound the ends of them around his waist and tied them in a hard +knot underneath the leather apron that reached from his chin nearly to +his feet, and which was soiled and scratched as if it had been used a +long time. His nose was broad, and stuck up a little; but his eyes +were twinkling and merry. The little man's hands and arms were as +hard and tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny +Dooit looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Johnny," said the shaggy man. "Thank you for coming to +me so quickly."</p> + +<p>"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what's +happened to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, +I wouldn't have known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn't looked +at your feet."</p> + +<p>The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and +Button-Bright and the Rainbow's Daughter, and told him the story of +their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the +Emerald City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would +take care of them and send them safe home again.</p> + +<p>"But," said he, "we find that we can't cross this desert, which turns +all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to +come and help us."</p> + +<p>Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful +desert in front of them—stretching so far away they could not see +its end.</p> + +<p>"You must ride," he said, briskly.</p> + +<p>"What in?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship. +The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot +touch your flesh to turn it into dust."</p> + +<p>"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the +way the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the +horrid sand at all."</p> + +<p>"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all +around him.</p> + +<p>"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit.</p> + +<p>As he spoke, he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his +pocket. Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and +Dorothy saw it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes.</p> + +<p>Johnny Dooit moved quickly now—so quickly that they were astonished +at the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for +everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools +because they did their work so fast and so well.</p> + +<p>The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen +to it. She thought the words were something like these:</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>The only way to do a thing<br /></span> +<span>Is do it when you can,<br /></span> +<span>And do it cheerfully, and sing<br /></span> +<span>And work and think and plan.<br /></span> +<span>The only real unhappy one<br /></span> +<span>Is he who dares to shirk;<br /></span> +<span>The only really happy one<br /></span> +<span>Is he who cares to work.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Whatever Johnny Dooit was singing he was certainly doing things, and +they all stood by and watched him in amazement.</p> + +<p>He seized an axe and in a couple of chops felled a tree. Next he took +a saw and in a few minutes sawed the tree-trunk into broad, long +boards. He then nailed the boards together into the shape of a boat, +about twelve feet long and four feet wide. He cut from another tree a +long, slender pole which, when trimmed of its branches and fastened +upright in the center of the boat, served as a mast. From the chest +he drew a coil of rope and a big bundle of canvas, and with +these—still humming his song—he rigged up a sail, arranging it so +it could be raised or lowered upon the mast.</p> + +<p>Dorothy fairly gasped with wonder to see the thing grow so speedily +before her eyes, and both Button-Bright and Polly looked on with the +same absorbed interest.</p> + +<p>"It ought to be painted," said Johnny Dooit, tossing his tools back +into the chest, "for that would make it look prettier. But 'though I +can paint it for you in three seconds it would take an hour to dry, +and that's a waste of time."</p> + +<p>"We don't care how it looks," said the shaggy man, "if only it will +take us across the desert."</p> + +<p>"It will do that," declared Johnny Dooit. "All you need worry about +is tipping over. Did you ever sail a ship?"</p> + +<p>"I've seen one sailed," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"Good. Sail this boat the way you've seen a ship sailed, and you'll +be across the sands before you know it."</p> + +<p>With this he slammed down the lid of the chest, and the noise made +them all wink. While they were winking the workman disappeared, +tools and all.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>12. The Deadly Desert Crossed</h2> + + +<p>"Oh, that's too bad!" cried Dorothy; "I wanted to thank Johnny Dooit +for all his kindness to us."</p> + +<p>"He hasn't time to listen to thanks," replied the shaggy man; "but I'm +sure he knows we are grateful. I suppose he is already at work in +some other part of the world."</p> + +<p>They now looked more carefully at the sand-boat, and saw that the +bottom was modeled with two sharp runners which would glide through +the sand. The front of the sand-boat was pointed like the bow of a +ship, and there was a rudder at the stern to steer by.</p> + +<p>It had been built just at the edge of the desert, so that all its +length lay upon the gray sand except the after part, which still +rested on the strip of grass.</p> + +<p>"Get in, my dears," said the shaggy man; "I'm sure I can manage this +boat as well as any sailor. All you need do is sit still in your places."</p> + +<p>Dorothy got in, Toto in her arms, and sat on the bottom of the boat +just in front of the mast. Button-Bright sat in front of Dorothy, +while Polly leaned over the bow. The shaggy man knelt behind the +mast. When all were ready he raised the sail half-way. The wind +caught it. At once the sand-boat started forward—slowly at first, +then with added speed. The shaggy man pulled the sail way up, and +they flew so fast over the Deadly Desert that every one held fast to +the sides of the boat and scarcely dared to breathe.</p> + +<p>The sand lay in billows, and was in places very uneven, so that the +boat rocked dangerously from side to side; but it never quite tipped +over, and the speed was so great that the shaggy man himself became +frightened and began to wonder how he could make the ship go slower.</p> + +<p>"It we're spilled in this sand, in the middle of the desert," Dorothy +thought to herself, "we'll be nothing but dust in a few minutes, and +that will be the end of us."</p> + +<p>But they were not spilled, and by-and-by Polychrome, who was clinging +to the bow and looking straight ahead, saw a dark line before them and +wondered what it was. It grew plainer every second, until she +discovered it to be a row of jagged rocks at the end of the desert, +while high above these rocks she could see a tableland of green grass +and beautiful trees.</p> + +<p>"Look out!" she screamed to the shaggy man. "Go slowly, or we shall +smash into the rocks."</p> + +<p>He heard her, and tried to pull down the sail; but the wind would +not let go of the broad canvas and the ropes had become tangled.</p> + +<p>Nearer and nearer they drew to the great rocks, and the shaggy man +was in despair because he could do nothing to stop the wild rush +of the sand-boat.</p> + +<p>They reached the edge of the desert and bumped squarely into the +rocks. There was a crash as Dorothy, Button-Bright, Toto and Polly +flew up in the air in a curve like a skyrocket's, one after another +landing high upon the grass, where they rolled and tumbled for a time +before they could stop themselves.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap +beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the +donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he +could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go, +and sat up to look around him.</p> + +<p>Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by +knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully +at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had +stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs +frantically in an effort to get free.</p> + +<p>Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood +up and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of +the desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters +now, crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away +the sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments +of it fluttered like a white flag.</p> + +<p>"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is +I don't know."</p> + +<p>"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to +his side.</p> + +<p>"Must it?"</p> + +<p>"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere +in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City."</p> + +<p>"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there."</p> + +<p>"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued.</p> + +<p>"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere; +but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us +a welcome."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>13. The Truth Pond</h2> + +<p>They now made a more careful examination of the country around them. +All was fresh and beautiful after the sultriness of the desert, and +the sunshine and sweet, crisp air were delightful to the wanderers. +Little mounds of yellowish green were away at the right, while on the +left waved a group of tall leafy trees bearing yellow blossoms that +looked like tassels and pompoms. Among the grasses carpeting the +ground were pretty buttercups and cowslips and marigolds. After +looking at these a moment Dorothy said reflectively:</p> + +<p>"We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that +country is yellow, and you will notice that 'most everything here is +yellow that has any color at all."</p> + +<p>"But I thought this was the Land of Oz," replied the shaggy man, +as if greatly disappointed.</p> + +<p>"So it is," she declared; "but there are four parts to the Land of Oz. +The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. +The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. +Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in +the West, the yellow Country of the Winkies. This is the part that is +ruled by the Tin Woodman, you know."</p> + +<p>"Who's he?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Why, he's the tin man I told you about. His name is Nick Chopper, +and he has a lovely heart given him by the wonderful Wizard."</p> + +<p>"Where does HE live?" asked the boy.</p> + +<p>"The Wizard? Oh, he lives in the Emerald City, which is just in the +middle of Oz, where the corners of the four countries meet."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Button-Bright, puzzled by this explanation.</p> + +<p>"We must be some distance from the Emerald City," remarked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"That's true," she replied; "so we'd better start on and see if we can +find any of the Winkies. They're nice people," she continued, as the +little party began walking toward the group of trees, "and I came here +once with my friends the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, and the +Cowardly Lion, to fight a wicked witch who had made all the Winkies +her slaves."</p> + +<p>"Did you conquer her?" asked Polly.</p> + +<p>"Why, I melted her with a bucket of water, and that was the end of +her," replied Dorothy. "After that the people were free, you know, +and they made Nick Chopper—that's the Tin Woodman—their Emp'ror."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Emp'ror? Oh, it's something like an alderman, I guess."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"But I thought Princess Ozma ruled Oz," said the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"So she does; she rules the Emerald City and all the four countries +of Oz; but each country has another little ruler, not so big as Ozma. +It's like the officers of an army, you see; the little rulers are all +captains, and Ozma's the general."</p> + +<p>By this time they had reached the trees, which stood in a perfect +circle and just far enough apart so that their thick branches +touched—or "shook hands," as Button-Bright remarked. Under the shade +of the trees they found, in the center of the circle, a crystal pool, +its water as still as glass. It must have been deep, too, for when +Polychrome bent over it she gave a little sigh of pleasure.</p> + +<p>"Why, it's a mirror!" she cried; for she could see all her pretty +face and fluffy, rainbow-tinted gown reflected in the pool, +as natural as life.</p> + +<p>Dorothy bent over, too, and began to arrange her hair, blown by the +desert wind into straggling tangles. Button-Bright leaned over the +edge next, and then began to cry, for the sight of his fox head +frightened the poor little fellow.</p> + +<p>"I guess I won't look," remarked the shaggy man, sadly, for he didn't +like his donkey head, either. While Polly and Dorothy tried to +comfort Button-Bright, the shaggy man sat down near the edge of the +pool, where his image could not be reflected, and stared at the water +thoughtfully. As he did this he noticed a silver plate fastened to a +rock just under the surface of the water, and on the silver plate was +engraved these words:</p> + + +<p class="center">THE TRUTH POND</p> + + +<p>"Ah!" cried the shaggy man, springing to his feet with eager joy; +"we've found it at last."</p> + +<p>"Found what?" asked Dorothy, running to him.</p> + +<p>"The Truth Pond. Now, at last, I may get rid of this frightful head; +for we were told, you remember, that only the Truth Pond could restore +to me my proper face."</p> + +<p>"Me, too!" shouted Button-Bright, trotting up to them.</p> + +<p>"Of course," said Dorothy. "It will cure you both of your bad heads, +I guess. Isn't it lucky we found it?"</p> + +<p>"It is, indeed," replied the shaggy man. "I hated dreadfully to go to +Princess Ozma looking like this; and she's to have a birthday +celebration, too."</p> + +<p>Just then a splash startled them, for Button-Bright, in his anxiety +to see the pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge +and tumbled heels over head into the water. Down he went, out of +sight entirely, so that only his sailor hat floated on the top of +the Truth Pond.</p> + +<p>He soon bobbed up, and the shaggy man seized him by his sailor +collar and dragged him to the shore, dripping and gasping for breath. +They all looked upon the boy wonderingly, for the fox head with its +sharp nose and pointed ears was gone, and in its place appeared the +chubby round face and blue eyes and pretty curls that had belonged to +Button-Bright before King Dox of Foxville transformed him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a darling!" cried Polly, and would have hugged the little +one had he not been so wet.</p> + +<p>Their joyful exclamations made the child rub the water out of his eyes +and look at his friends questioningly.</p> + +<p>"You're all right now, dear," said Dorothy. "Come and look at yourself." +She led him to the pool, and although there were still a few ripples +on the surface of the water he could see his reflection plainly.</p> + +<p>"It's me!" he said, in a pleased yet awed whisper.</p> + +<p>"'Course it is," replied the girl, "and we're all as glad as +you are, Button-Bright."</p> + +<p>"Well," announced the shaggy man, "it's my turn next." He took off +his shaggy coat and laid it on the grass and dived head first into the +Truth Pond.</p> + +<p>When he came up the donkey head had disappeared, and the shaggy man's +own shaggy head was in its place, with the water dripping in little +streams from his shaggy whiskers. He scrambled ashore and shook +himself to get off some of the wet, and then leaned over the pool to +look admiringly at his reflected face.</p> + +<p>"I may not be strictly beautiful, even now," he said to his +companions, who watched him with smiling faces; "but I'm so much +handsomer than any donkey that I feel as proud as I can be."</p> + +<p>"You're all right, Shaggy Man," declared Dorothy. "And Button-Bright +is all right, too. So let's thank the Truth Pond for being so nice, +and start on our journey to the Emerald City."</p> + +<p>"I hate to leave it," murmured the shaggy man, with a sigh. "A truth +pond wouldn't be a bad thing to carry around with us." But he put on +his coat and started with the others in search of some one to direct +them on their way.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>14. Tik-Tok and Billina</h2> + + +<p>They had not walked far across the flower-strewn meadows when they came +upon a fine road leading toward the northwest and winding gracefully +among the pretty yellow hills.</p> + +<p>"That way," said Dorothy, "must be the direction of the Emerald City. +We'd better follow the road until we meet some one or come to a house."</p> + +<p>The sun soon dried Button-Bright's sailor suit and the shaggy man's +shaggy clothes, and so pleased were they at regaining their own heads +that they did not mind at all the brief discomfort of getting wet.</p> + +<p>"It's good to be able to whistle again," remarked the shaggy man, "for +those donkey lips were so thick I could not whistle a note with them." +He warbled a tune as merrily as any bird.</p> + +<p>"You'll look more natural at the birthday celebration, too," said +Dorothy, happy in seeing her friends so happy.</p> + +<p>Polychrome was dancing ahead in her usual sprightly manner, whirling +gaily along the smooth, level road, until she passed from sight around +the curve of one of the mounds. Suddenly they heard her exclaim "Oh!" +and she appeared again, running toward them at full speed.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Polly?" asked Dorothy, perplexed.</p> + +<p>There was no need for the Rainbow's Daughter to answer, for turning +the bend in the road there came advancing slowly toward them a funny +round man made of burnished copper, gleaming brightly in the sun. +Perched on the copper man's shoulder sat a yellow hen, with fluffy +feathers and a pearl necklace around her throat.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tik-tok!" cried Dorothy, running forward. When she came to him, +the copper man lifted the little girl in his copper arms and kissed +her cheek with his copper lips.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Billina!" cried Dorothy, in a glad voice, and the yellow hen flew +to her arms, to be hugged and petted by turns.</p> + +<p>The others were curiously crowding around the group, and the girl said +to them:</p> + +<p>"It's Tik-tok and Billina; and oh! I'm so glad to see them again."</p> + +<p>"Wel-come to Oz," said the copper man in a monotonous voice.</p> + +<p>Dorothy sat right down in the road, the yellow hen in her arms, and +began to stroke Billina's back. Said the hen:</p> + +<p>"Dorothy, dear, I've got some wonderful news to tell you."</p> + +<p>"Tell it quick, Billina!" said the girl.</p> + +<p>Just then Toto, who had been growling to himself in a cross way, gave +a sharp bark and flew at the yellow hen, who ruffled her feathers and +let out such an angry screech that Dorothy was startled.</p> + +<p>"Stop, Toto! Stop that this minute!" she commanded. "Can't you see +that Billina is my friend?" In spite of this warning had she not +grabbed Toto quickly by the neck the little dog would have done the +yellow hen a mischief, and even now he struggled madly to escape +Dorothy's grasp. She slapped his ears once or twice and told him to +behave, and the yellow hen flew to Tik-tok's shoulder again, where she +was safe.</p> + +<p>"What a brute!" croaked Billina, glaring down at the little dog.</p> + +<p>"Toto isn't a brute," replied Dorothy, "but at home Uncle Henry has to +whip him sometimes for chasing the chickens. Now look here, Toto," +she added, holding up her finger and speaking sternly to him, "you've +got to understand that Billina is one of my dearest friends, and musn't +be hurt—now or ever."</p> + +<p>Toto wagged his tail as if he understood.</p> + +<p>"The miserable thing can't talk," said Billina, with a sneer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he can," replied Dorothy; "he talks with his tail, and I know +everything he says. If you could wag your tail, Billina, you wouldn't +need words to talk with."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" said Billina.</p> + +<p>"It isn't nonsense at all. Just now Toto says he's sorry, and that +he'll try to love you for my sake. Don't you, Toto?"</p> + +<p>"Bow-wow!" said Toto, wagging his tail again.</p> + +<p>"But I've such wonderful news for you, Dorothy," cried the +yellow hen; "I've—"</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, dear," interrupted the little girl; "I've got to +introduce you all, first. That's manners, Billina. This," turning to +her traveling companions, "is Mr. Tik-tok, who works by machinery +'cause his thoughts wind up, and his talk winds up, and his action +winds up—like a clock."</p> + +<p>"Do they all wind up together?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"No; each one separate. But he works just lovely, and Tik-tok was a +good friend to me once, and saved my life—and Billina's life, too."</p> + +<p>"Is he alive?" asked Button-Bright, looking hard at the copper man.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, but his machinery makes him just as good as alive." She +turned to the copper man and said politely: "Mr. Tik-tok, these are +my new friends: the shaggy man, and Polly the Rainbow's Daughter, and +Button-Bright, and Toto. Only Toto isn't a new friend, 'cause he's +been to Oz before."</p> + +<p>The copper man bowed low, removing his copper hat as he did so.</p> + +<p>"I'm ve-ry pleased to meet Dor-o-thy's fr-r-r-r—-" Here he +stopped short.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I guess his speech needs winding!" said the little girl, running +behind the copper man to get the key off a hook at his back. She +wound him up at a place under his right arm and he went on to say:</p> + +<p>"Par-don me for run-ning down. I was a-bout to say I am pleased to +meet Dor-o-thy's friends, who must be my friends." The words were +somewhat jerky, but plain to understand.</p> + +<p>"And this is Billina," continued Dorothy, introducing the yellow hen, +and they all bowed to her in turn.</p> + +<p>"I've such wonderful news," said the hen, turning her head so that one +bright eye looked full at Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"What is it, dear?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"I've hatched out ten of the loveliest chicks you ever saw."</p> + +<p>"Oh, how nice! And where are they, Billina?"</p> + +<p>"I left them at home. But they're beauties, I assure you, and all +wonderfully clever. I've named them Dorothy."</p> + +<p>"Which one?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"All of them," replied Billina.</p> + +<p>"That's funny. Why did you name them all with the same name?"</p> + +<p>"It was so hard to tell them apart," explained the hen. "Now, when +I call 'Dorothy,' they all come running to me in a bunch; it's much +easier, after all, than having a separate name for each."</p> + +<p>"I'm just dying to see 'em, Billina," said Dorothy, eagerly. "But tell +me, my friends, how did you happen to be here, in the Country of the +Winkies, the first of all to meet us?"</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you," answered Tik-tok, in his monotonous voice, all the +sounds of his words being on one level—"Prin-cess Oz-ma saw you in +her mag-ic pic-ture, and knew you were com-ing here; so she sent +Bil-lin-a and me to wel-come you as she could not come her-self; so +that—fiz-i-dig-le cum-so-lut-ing hy-ber-gob-ble in-tu-zib-ick—"</p> + +<p>"Good gracious! Whatever's the matter now?" cried Dorothy, as the +copper man continued to babble these unmeaning words, which no one +could understand at all because they had no sense.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright, who was half scared. Polly whirled +away to a distance and turned to look at the copper man in a fright.</p> + +<p>"His thoughts have run down, this time," remarked Billina composedly, +as she sat on Tik-tok's shoulder and pruned her sleek feathers. "When +he can't think, he can't talk properly, any more than you can. You'll +have to wind up his thoughts, Dorothy, or else I'll have to finish his +story myself."</p> + +<p>Dorothy ran around and got the key again and wound up Tik-tok under +his left arm, after which he could speak plainly again.</p> + +<p>"Par-don me," he said, "but when my thoughts run down, my speech has +no mean-ing, for words are formed on-ly by thought. I was a-bout to +say that Oz-ma sent us to wel-come you and in-vite you to come +straight to the Em-er-ald Ci-ty. She was too bus-y to come her-self, +for she is pre-par-ing for her birth-day cel-e-bra-tion, which is to +be a grand af-fair."</p> + +<p>"I've heard of it," said Dorothy, "and I'm glad we've come in time to +attend. Is it far from here to the Emerald City?"</p> + +<p>"Not ve-ry far," answered Tik-tok, "and we have plen-ty of time. +To-night we will stop at the pal-ace of the Tin Wood-man, and +to-mor-row night we will ar-rive at the Em-er-ald Ci-ty."</p> + +<p>"Goody!" cried Dorothy. "I'd like to see dear Nick Chopper again. +How's his heart?"</p> + +<p>"It's fine," said Billina; "the Tin Woodman says it gets softer and +kindlier every day. He's waiting at his castle to welcome you, +Dorothy; but he couldn't come with us because he's getting polished as +bright as possible for Ozma's party."</p> + +<p>"Well then," said Dorothy, "let's start on, and we can talk more as we go."</p> + +<p>They proceeded on their journey in a friendly group, for Polychrome +had discovered that the copper man was harmless and was no longer +afraid of him. Button-Bright was also reassured, and took quite a +fancy to Tik-tok. He wanted the clockwork man to open himself, so that +he might see the wheels go round; but that was a thing Tik-tok could +not do. Button-Bright then wanted to wind up the copper man, and +Dorothy promised he should do so as soon as any part of the machinery +ran down. This pleased Button-Bright, who held fast to one of +Tik-tok's copper hands as he trudged along the road, while Dorothy +walked on the other side of her old friend and Billina perched by +turns upon his shoulder or his copper hat. Polly once more joyously +danced ahead and Toto ran after her, barking with glee. The shaggy +man was left to walk behind; but he didn't seem to mind that a bit,and +whistled merrily or looked curiously upon the pretty scenes they passed.</p> + +<p>At last they came to a hilltop from which the tin castle of Nick +Chopper could plainly be seen, its towers glistening magnificently +under the rays of the declining sun.</p> + +<p>"How pretty!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I've never seen the Emp'ror's new +house before."</p> + +<p>"He built it because the old castle was damp, and likely to rust his +tin body," said Billina. "All those towers and steeples and domes and +gables took a lot of tin, as you can see."</p> + +<p>"Is it a toy?" asked Button-Bright softly.</p> + +<p>"No, dear," answered Dorothy; "it's better than that. It's the fairy +dwelling of a fairy prince."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>15. The Emperor's Tin Castle</h2> + + +<p>The grounds around Nick Chopper's new house were laid out in pretty +flower-beds, with fountains of crystal water and statues of tin +representing the Emperor's personal friends. Dorothy was astonished +and delighted to find a tin statue of herself standing on a tin +pedestal at a bend in the avenue leading up to the entrance. It was +life-size and showed her in her sunbonnet with her basket on her arm, +just as she had first appeared in the Land of Oz.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Toto—you're there too!" she exclaimed; and sure enough there +was the tin figure of Toto lying at the tin Dorothy's feet.</p> + +<p>Also, Dorothy saw figures of the Scarecrow, and the Wizard, and Ozma, +and of many others, including Tik-tok. They reached the grand tin +entrance to the tin castle, and the Tin Woodman himself came running +out of the door to embrace little Dorothy and give her a glad welcome. +He welcomed her friends as well, and the Rainbow's Daughter he +declared to be the loveliest vision his tin eyes had ever beheld. He +patted Button-Bright's curly head tenderly, for he was fond of +children, and turned to the shaggy man and shook both his hands at the +same time.</p> + +<p>Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies, who was also known +throughout the Land of Oz as the Tin Woodman, was certainly a +remarkable person. He was neatly made, all of tin, nicely soldered at +the joints, and his various limbs were cleverly hinged to his body so +that he could use them nearly as well as if they had been common +flesh. Once, he told the shaggy man, he had been made all of flesh +and bones, as other people are, and then he chopped wood in the +forests to earn his living. But the axe slipped so often and cut off +parts of him—which he had replaced with tin—that finally there was +no flesh left, nothing but tin; so he became a real tin woodman. The +wonderful Wizard of Oz had given him an excellent heart to replace his +old one, and he didn't at all mind being tin. Every one loved him, he +loved every one; and he was therefore as happy as the day was long.</p> + +<p>The Emperor was proud of his new tin castle, and showed his visitors +through all the rooms. Every bit of the furniture was made of +brightly polished tin—the tables, chairs, beds, and all—even the +floors and walls were of tin.</p> + +<p>"I suppose," said he, "that there are no cleverer tinsmiths in all the +world than the Winkies. It would be hard to match this castle in +Kansas; wouldn't it, little Dorothy?"</p> + +<p>"Very hard," replied the child, gravely.</p> + +<p>"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! +Did you suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?"</p> + +<p>"Why not?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and +the desire to please one another, then we should be no better than the +rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is +not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for +what one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him +happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use."</p> + +<p>"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also +despise money—a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will +not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land +in all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live +here always."</p> + +<p>The Tin Woodman listened with respectful attention. Already he loved +the shaggy man, although he did not yet know of the Love Magnet. +So he said:</p> + +<p>"If you can prove to the Princess Ozma that you are honest and true +and worthy of our friendship, you may indeed live here all your days, +and be as happy as we are."</p> + +<p>"I'll try to prove that," said the shaggy man, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"And now," continued the Emperor, "you must all go to your rooms and +prepare for dinner, which will presently be served in the grand tin +dining-hall. I am sorry, Shaggy Man, that I can not offer you a +change of clothing; but I dress only in tin, myself, and I suppose +that would not suit you."</p> + +<p>"I care little about dress," said the shaggy man, indifferently.</p> + +<p>"So I should imagine," replied the Emperor, with true politeness.</p> + +<p>They were shown to their rooms and permitted to make such toilets as +they could, and soon they assembled again in the grand tin dining-hall, +even Toto being present. For the Emperor was fond of Dorothy's +little dog, and the girl explained to her friends that in Oz all +animals were treated with as much consideration as the people—"if +they behave themselves," she added.</p> + +<p>Toto behaved himself, and sat in a tin high-chair beside Dorothy and +ate his dinner from a tin platter.</p> + +<p>Indeed, they all ate from tin dishes, but these were of pretty shapes +and brightly polished; Dorothy thought they were just as good as silver.</p> + +<p>Button-Bright looked curiously at the man who had "no appetite inside +him," for the Tin Woodman, although he had prepared so fine a feast +for his guests, ate not a mouthful himself, sitting patiently in his +place to see that all built so they could eat were well and +plentifully served.</p> + +<p>What pleased Button-Bright most about the dinner was the tin orchestra +that played sweet music while the company ate. The players were not +tin, being just ordinary Winkies; but the instruments they played upon +were all tin—tin trumpets, tin fiddles, tin drums and cymbals and +flutes and horns and all. They played so nicely the "Shining Emperor +Waltz," composed expressly in honor of the Tin Woodman by Mr. H. M. +Wogglebug, T.E., that Polly could not resist dancing to it. After she +had tasted a few dewdrops, freshly gathered for her, she danced +gracefully to the music while the others finished their repast; and +when she whirled until her fleecy draperies of rainbow hues enveloped +her like a cloud, the Tin Woodman was so delighted that he clapped his +tin hands until the noise of them drowned the sound of the cymbals.</p> + +<p>Altogether it was a merry meal, although Polychrome ate little and the +host nothing at all.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry the Rainbow's Daughter missed her mist-cakes," said the Tin +Woodman to Dorothy; "but by a mistake Miss Polly's mist-cakes were mislaid +and not missed until now. I'll try to have some for her breakfast."</p> + +<p>They spent the evening telling stories, and the next morning left the +splendid tin castle and set out upon the road to the Emerald City. +The Tin Woodman went with them, of course, having by this time been so +brightly polished that he sparkled like silver. His axe, which he +always carried with him, had a steel blade that was tin plated and a +handle covered with tin plate beautifully engraved and set with diamonds.</p> + +<p>The Winkies assembled before the castle gates and cheered their +Emperor as he marched away, and it was easy to see that they all +loved him dearly.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>16. Visiting the Pumpkin-Field</h2> + + +<p>Dorothy let Button-Bright wind up the clock-work in the copper man this +morning—his thinking machine first, then his speech, and finally his +action; so he would doubtless run perfectly until they had reached the +Emerald City. The copper man and the tin man were good friends, and +not so much alike as you might think. For one was alive and the other +moved by means of machinery; one was tall and angular and the other +short and round. You could love the Tin Woodman because he had a fine +nature, kindly and simple; but the machine man you could only admire +without loving, since to love such a thing as he was as impossible as +to love a sewing-machine or an automobile. Yet Tik-tok was popular +with the people of Oz because he was so trustworthy, reliable and +true; he was sure to do exactly what he was wound up to do, at all +times and in all circumstances. Perhaps it is better to be a machine +that does its duty than a flesh-and-blood person who will not, for a +dead truth is better than a live falsehood.</p> + +<p>About noon the travelers reached a large field of pumpkins—a +vegetable quite appropriate to the yellow country of the Winkies—and +some of the pumpkins which grew there were of remarkable size. Just +before they entered upon this field they saw three little mounds that +looked like graves, with a pretty headstone to each one of them.</p> + +<p>"What is this?" asked Dorothy, in wonder.</p> + +<p>"It's Jack Pumpkinhead's private graveyard," replied the Tin Woodman.</p> + +<p>"But I thought nobody ever died in Oz," she said.</p> + +<p>"Nor do they; although if one is bad, he may be condemned and killed +by the good citizens," he answered.</p> + +<p>Dorothy ran over to the little graves and read the words engraved upon +the tombstones. The first one said:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>Here Lies the Mortal Part of<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">JACK PUMPKINHEAD</span><br /> +Which Spoiled April 9th.</p></blockquote> + + +<p>She then went to the next stone, which read:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>Here Lies the Mortal Part of<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">JACK PUMPKINHEAD</span><br /> +Which Spoiled October 2nd.</p></blockquote> + + +<p>On the third stone were carved these words:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>Here Lies the Mortal Part of<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">JACK PUMPKINHEAD</span><br /> +Which Spoiled January 24th.</p></blockquote> + + +<p>"Poor Jack!" sighed Dorothy. "I'm sorry he had to die in three +parts, for I hoped to see him again."</p> + +<p>"So you shall," declared the Tin Woodman, "since he is still alive. +Come with me to his house, for Jack is now a farmer and lives in this +very pumpkin field."</p> + +<p>They walked over to a monstrous big, hollow pumpkin which had a door +and windows cut through the rind. There was a stovepipe running through +the stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front door.</p> + +<p>They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a bench +was a man clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded blue +trousers, whose body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsily +together. On his neck was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a face +carved on it such as a boy often carves on a jack-lantern.</p> + +<p>This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with his +wooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the room +with them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!"</p> + +<p>He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the little +Kansas girl and Nick Chopper, and to be introduced to their new friends.</p> + +<p>Button-Bright was at first rather shy with the quaint Pumpkinhead, but +Jack's face was so jolly and smiling—being carved that way—that the +boy soon grew to like him.</p> + +<p>"I thought a while ago that you were buried in three parts," said +Dorothy, "but now I see you're just the same as ever."</p> + +<p>"Not quite the same, my dear, for my mouth is a little more one-sided +than it used to be; but pretty nearly the same. I've a new head, and +this is the fourth one I've owned since Ozma first made me and brought +me to life by sprinkling me with the Magic Powder."</p> + +<p>"What became of the other heads, Jack?"</p> + +<p>"They spoiled and I buried them, for they were not even fit for pies. +Each time Ozma has carved me a new head just like the old one, and as +my body is by far the largest part of me, I am still Jack Pumpkinhead, +no matter how often I change my upper end. Once we had a dreadful +time to find another pumpkin, as they were out of season, and so I was +obliged to wear my old head a little longer than was strictly healthy. +But after this sad experience I resolved to raise pumpkins myself, so +as never to be caught again without one handy; and now I have this +fine field that you see before you. Some grow pretty big—too big to +be used for heads—so I dug out this one and use it for a house."</p> + +<p>"Isn't it damp?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Not very. There isn't much left but the shell, you see, and it will +last a long time yet."</p> + +<p>"I think you are brighter than you used to be, Jack," said the Tin +Woodman. "Your last head was a stupid one."</p> + +<p>"The seeds in this one are better," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"Are you going to Ozma's party?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said he, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Ozma's my parent, +you know, because she built my body and carved my pumpkin head. I'll +follow you to the Emerald City to-morrow, where we shall meet again. +I can't go to-day, because I have to plant fresh pumpkin-seeds and water +the young vines. But give my love to Ozma, and tell her I'll be there +in time for the jubilation."</p> + +<p>"We will," she promised; and then they all left him and resumed +their journey.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>17. The Royal Chariot Arrives</h2> + + +<p>The neat yellow houses of the Winkies were now to be seen standing +here and there along the roadway, giving the country a more cheerful +and civilized look. They were farm-houses, though, and set far apart; +for in the Land of Oz there were no towns or villages except the +magnificent Emerald City in its center.</p> + +<p>Hedges of evergreen or of yellow roses bordered the broad highway and +the farms showed the care of their industrious inhabitants. The +nearer the travelers came to the great city the more prosperous the +country became, and they crossed many bridges over the sparkling +streams and rivulets that watered the lands.</p> + +<p>As they walked leisurely along the shaggy man said to the Tin Woodman:</p> + +<p>"What sort of a Magic Powder was it that made your friend the +Pumpkinhead live?"</p> + +<p>"It was called the Powder of Life," was the answer; "and it was +invented by a crooked Sorcerer who lived in the mountains of the North +Country. A Witch named Mombi got some of this powder from the crooked +Sorcerer and took it home with her. Ozma lived with the Witch then, +for it was before she became our Princess, while Mombi had transformed +her into the shape of a boy. Well, while Mombi was gone to the +crooked Sorcerer's, the boy made this pumpkin-headed man to amuse +himself, and also with the hope of frightening the Witch with it when +she returned. But Mombi was not scared, and she sprinkled the +Pumpkinhead with her Magic Powder of Life, to see if the Powder would +work. Ozma was watching, and saw the Pumpkinhead come to life; so that +night she took the pepper-box containing the Powder and ran away with +it and with Jack, in search of adventures.</p> + +<p>"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the roadside, and +sprinkled it with the Powder. It came to life at once, and Jack +Pumpkinhead rode the Saw-Horse to the Emerald City."</p> + +<p>"What became of the Saw-Horse, afterward?" asked the shaggy man, much +interested in this story.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's alive yet, and you will probably meet it presently in the +Emerald City. Afterward, Ozma used the last of the Powder to bring +the Flying Gump to life; but as soon as it had carried her away from +her enemies the Gump was taken apart, so it doesn't exist any more."</p> + +<p>"It's too bad the Powder of Life was all used up," remarked the shaggy +man; "it would be a handy thing to have around."</p> + +<p>"I am not so sure of that, sir," answered the Tin Woodman. "A while +ago the crooked Sorcerer who invented the Magic Powder fell down a +precipice and was killed. All his possessions went to a relative—an +old woman named Dyna, who lives in the Emerald City. She went to the +mountains where the Sorcerer had lived and brought away everything she +thought of value. Among them was a small bottle of the Powder of +Life; but of course Dyna didn't know it was a Magic Powder, at all. It +happened she had once had a big blue bear for a pet; but the bear +choked to death on a fishbone one day, and she loved it so dearly +that Dyna made a rug of its skin, leaving the head and four paws on +the hide. She kept the rug on the floor of her front parlor."</p> + +<p>"I've seen rugs like that," said the shaggy man, nodding, "but never +one made from a blue bear."</p> + +<p>"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "the old woman had an idea that the +Powder in the bottle must be moth-powder, because it smelled something +like moth-powder; so one day she sprinkled it on her bear rug to keep +the moths out of it. She said, looking lovingly at the skin: 'I wish +my dear bear were alive again!' To her horror, the bear rug at once +came to life, having been sprinkled with the Magic Powder; and now this +live bear rug is a great trial to her, and makes her a lot of trouble."</p> + +<p>"Why?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"Well, it stands up on its four feet and walks all around, and gets in +the way; and that spoils it for a rug. It can't speak, although it is +alive; for, while its head might say words, it has no breath in a solid +body to push the words out of its mouth. It's a very slimpsy affair +altogether, that bear rug, and the old woman is sorry it came to life. +Every day she has to scold it, and make it lie down flat on the parlor +floor to be walked upon; but sometimes when she goes to market the +rug will hump up its back skin, and stand on its four feet, and trot +along after her."</p> + +<p>"I should think Dyna would like that," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Well, she doesn't; because every one knows it isn't a real bear, but +just a hollow skin, and so of no actual use in the world except for a +rug," answered the Tin Woodman. "Therefore I believe it is a good +thing that all the Magic Powder of Life is now used up, as it can not +cause any more trouble."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you're right," said the shaggy man, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>At noon they stopped at a farmhouse, where it delighted the farmer and +his wife to be able to give them a good luncheon. The farm people +knew Dorothy, having seen her when she was in the country before, and +they treated the little girl with as much respect as they did the +Emperor, because she was a friend of the powerful Princess Ozma.</p> + +<p>They had not proceeded far after leaving this farm-house before coming +to a high bridge over a broad river. This river, the Tin Woodman +informed them, was the boundary between the Country of the Winkies and +the territory of the Emerald City. The city itself was still a long +way off, but all around it was a green meadow as pretty as a well-kept +lawn, and in this were neither houses nor farms to spoil the beauty of +the scene.</p> + +<p>From the top of the high bridge they could see far away the +magnificent spires and splendid domes of the superb city, sparkling +like brilliant jewels as they towered above the emerald walls. The +shaggy man drew a deep breath of awe and amazement, for never had he +dreamed that such a grand and beautiful place could exist—even in the +fairyland of Oz.</p> + +<p>Polly was so pleased that her violet eyes sparkled like amethysts, and +she danced away from her companions across the bridge and into a group +of feathery trees lining both the roadsides. These trees she stopped +to look at with pleasure and surprise, for their leaves were shaped +like ostrich plumes, their feather edges beautifully curled; and all +the plumes were tinted in the same dainty rainbow hues that appeared +in Polychrome's own pretty gauze gown.</p> + +<p>"Father ought to see these trees," she murmured; "they are almost as +lovely as his own rainbows."</p> + +<p>Then she gave a start of terror, for beneath the trees came stalking +two great beasts, either one big enough to crush the little Daughter +of the Rainbow with one blow of his paws, or to eat her up with one +snap of his enormous jaws. One was a tawny lion, as tall as a horse, +nearly; the other a striped tiger almost the same size.</p> + +<p>Polly was too frightened to scream or to stir; she stood still with a +wildly beating heart until Dorothy rushed past her and with a glad cry +threw her arms around the huge lion's neck, hugging and kissing the +beast with evident joy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm SO glad to see you again!" cried the little Kansas girl. +"And the Hungry Tiger, too! How fine you're both looking. Are you +well and happy?"</p> + +<p>"We certainly are, Dorothy," answered the Lion, in a deep voice that +sounded pleasant and kind; "and we are greatly pleased that you have +come to Ozma's party. It's going to be a grand affair, I promise you."</p> + +<p>"There will be lots of fat babies at the celebration, I hear," +remarked the Hungry Tiger, yawning so that his mouth opened dreadfully +wide and showed all his big, sharp teeth; "but of course I can't eat +any of 'em."</p> + +<p>"Is your Conscience still in good order?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Yes; it rules me like a tyrant," answered the Tiger, sorrowfully. "I +can imagine nothing more unpleasant than to own a Conscience," and he +winked slyly at his friend the Lion.</p> + +<p>"You're fooling me!" said Dorothy, with a laugh. "I don't b'lieve +you'd eat a baby if you lost your Conscience. Come here, Polly," she +called, "and be introduced to my friends."</p> + +<p>Polly advanced rather shyly.</p> + +<p>"You have some queer friends, Dorothy," she said.</p> + +<p>"The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends," was the +answer. "This is the Cowardly Lion, who isn't a coward at all, but +just thinks he is. The Wizard gave him some courage once, and he has +part of it left."</p> + +<p>The Lion bowed with great dignity to Polly.</p> + +<p>"You are very lovely, my dear," said he. "I hope we shall be friends +when we are better acquainted."</p> + +<p>"And this is the Hungry Tiger," continued Dorothy. "He says he longs +to eat fat babies; but the truth is he is never hungry at all, 'cause +he gets plenty to eat; and I don't s'pose he'd hurt anybody even if he +WAS hungry."</p> + +<p>"Hush, Dorothy," whispered the Tiger; "you'll ruin my reputation if +you are not more discreet. It isn't what we are, but what folks think +we are, that counts in this world. And come to think of it Miss +Polly would make a fine variegated breakfast, I'm sure."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>18. The Emerald City</h2> + + +<p>The others now came up, and the Tin Woodman greeted the Lion and the +Tiger cordially. Button-Bright yelled with fear when Dorothy first +took his hand and led him toward the great beasts; but the girl +insisted they were kind and good, and so the boy mustered up courage +enough to pat their heads; after they had spoken to him gently and he +had looked into their intelligent eyes his fear vanished entirely +and he was so delighted with the animals that he wanted to keep close +to them and stroke their soft fur every minute.</p> + +<p>As for the shaggy man, he might have been afraid if he had met the +beasts alone, or in any other country, but so many were the marvels in; +the Land of Oz that he was no longer easily surprised, and Dorothy's +friendship for the Lion and Tiger was enough to assure him they were +safe companions. Toto barked at the Cowardly Lion in joyous greeting, +for he knew the beast of old and loved him, and it was funny to see +how gently the Lion raised his huge paw to pat Toto's head. The +little dog smelled of the Tiger's nose, and the Tiger politely shook +paws with him; so they were quite likely to become firm friends.</p> + +<p>Tik-tok and Billina knew the beasts well, so merely bade them good day +and asked after their healths and inquired about the Princess Ozma.</p> + +<p>Now it was seen that the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were +drawing behind them a splendid golden chariot, to which they were +harnessed by golden cords. The body of the chariot was decorated on +the outside with designs in clusters of sparkling emeralds, while +inside it was lined with a green and gold satin, and the cushions of +the seats were of green plush embroidered in gold with a crown, +underneath which was a monogram.</p> + +<p>"Why, it's Ozma's own royal chariot!" exclaimed Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the Cowardly Lion; "Ozma sent us to meet you here, for +she feared you would be weary with your long walk and she wished you +to enter the City in a style becoming your exalted rank."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Polly, looking at Dorothy curiously. "Do you belong to +the nobility?"</p> + +<p>"Just in Oz I do," said the child, "'cause Ozma made me a Princess, +you know. But when I'm home in Kansas I'm only a country girl, and +have to help with the churning and wipe the dishes while Aunt Em +washes 'em. Do you have to help wash dishes on the rainbow, Polly?"</p> + +<p>"No, dear," answered Polychrome, smiling.</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't have to work any in Oz, either," said Dorothy. "It's +kind of fun to be a Princess once in a while; don't you think so?"</p> + +<p>"Dorothy and Polychrome and Button-Bright are all to ride in the +chariot," said the Lion. "So get in, my dears, and be careful not to +mar the gold or put your dusty feet on the embroidery."</p> + +<p>Button-Bright was delighted to ride behind such a superb team, and he +told Dorothy it made him feel like an actor in a circus. As the +strides of the animals brought them nearer to the Emerald City +every one bowed respectfully to the children, as well as to the Tin +Woodman, Tik-tok, and the shaggy man, who were following behind.</p> + +<p>The Yellow Hen had perched upon the back of the chariot, where she +could tell Dorothy more about her wonderful chickens as they rode. +And so the grand chariot came finally to the high wall surrounding the +City, and paused before the magnificent jewel-studded gates.</p> + +<p>These were opened by a cheerful-looking little man who wore green +spectacles over his eyes. Dorothy introduced him to her friends as +the Guardian of the Gates, and they noticed a big bunch of keys +suspended on the golden chain that hung around his neck. The chariot +passed through the outer gates into a fine arched chamber built in +the thick wall, and through the inner gates into the streets of the +Emerald City.</p> + +<p>Polychrome exclaimed in rapture at the wondrous beauty that met her +eyes on every side as they rode through this stately and imposing +City, the equal of which has never been discovered, even in Fairyland. +Button-Bright could only say "My!" so amazing was the sight; but his +eyes were wide open and he tried to look in every direction at the +same time, so as not to miss anything.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man was fairly astounded at what he saw, for the graceful +and handsome buildings were covered with plates of gold and set with +emeralds so splendid and valuable that in any other part of the world +any one of them would have been worth a fortune to its owner. The +sidewalks were superb marble slabs polished as smooth as glass, and +the curbs that separated the walks from the broad street were also set +thick with clustered emeralds. There were many people on these +walks—men, women and children—all dressed in handsome garments of +silk or satin or velvet, with beautiful jewels. Better even than +this: all seemed happy and contented, for their faces were smiling and +free from care, and music and laughter might be heard on every side.</p> + +<p>"Don't they work at all?" asked the shaggy man.</p> + +<p>"To be sure they work," replied the Tin Woodman; "this fair city +could not be built or cared for without labor, nor could the fruit and +vegetables and other food be provided for the inhabitants to eat. But +no one works more than half his time, and the people of Oz enjoy their +labors as much as they do their play."</p> + +<p>"It's wonderful!" declared the shaggy man. "I do hope Ozma will let +me live here."</p> + +<p>The chariot, winding through many charming streets, paused before a +building so vast and noble and elegant that even Button-Bright guessed +at once that it was the Royal Palace. Its gardens and ample grounds +were surrounded by a separate wall, not so high or thick as the wall +around the City, but more daintily designed and built all of green +marble. The gates flew open as the chariot appeared before them, and +the Cowardly Lion and Hungry Tiger trotted up a jeweled driveway to +the front door of the palace and stopped short.</p> + +<p>"Here we are!" said Dorothy, gaily, and helped Button-Bright from the +chariot. Polychrome leaped out lightly after them, and they were +greeted by a crowd of gorgeously dressed servants who bowed low as the +visitors mounted the marble steps. At their head was a pretty little +maid with dark hair and eyes, dressed all in green embroidered with +silver. Dorothy ran up to her with evident pleasure, and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"O, Jellia Jamb! I'm so glad to see you again. Where's Ozma?"</p> + +<p>"In her room, your Highness," replied the little maid demurely, for +this was Ozma's favorite attendant. "She wishes you to come to her as +soon as you have rested and changed your dress, Princess Dorothy. And +you and your friends are to dine with her this evening."</p> + +<p>"When is her birthday, Jellia?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"Day after to-morrow, your Highness."</p> + +<p>"And where's the Scarecrow?"</p> + +<p>"He's gone into the Munchkin country to get some fresh straw to stuff +himself with, in honor of Ozma's celebration," replied the maid. "He +returns to the Emerald City to-morrow, he said."</p> + +<p>By this time, Tok-tok, the Tin Woodman, and the shaggy man had arrived +and the chariot had gone around to the back of the palace, Billina +going with the Lion and Tiger to see her chickens after her absence +from them. But Toto stayed close beside Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Come in, please," said Jellia Jamb; "it shall be our pleasant duty +to escort all of you to the rooms prepared for your use."</p> + +<p>The shaggy man hesitated. Dorothy had never known him to be ashamed +of his shaggy looks before, but now that he was surrounded by so much +magnificence and splendor the shaggy man felt sadly out of place.</p> + +<p>Dorothy assured him that all her friends were welcome at Ozma's +palace, so he carefully dusted his shaggy shoes with his shaggy +handkerchief and entered the grand hall after the others.</p> + +<p>Tik-tok lived at the Royal Palace and the Tin Woodman always had the +same room whenever he visited Ozma, so these two went at once to +remove the dust of the journey from their shining bodies. Dorothy +also had a pretty suite of rooms which she always occupied when in the +Emerald City; but several servants walked ahead politely to show the +way, although she was quite sure she could find the rooms herself. +She took Button-Bright with her, because he seemed too small to be +left alone in such a big palace; but Jellia Jamb herself ushered the +beautiful Daughter of the Rainbow to her apartments, because it was +easy to see that Polychrome was used to splendid palaces and was +therefore entitled to especial attention.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>19. The Shaggy Man's Welcome</h2> + + +<p>The shaggy man stood in the great hall, his shaggy hat in his hands, +wondering what would become of him. He had never been a guest in a +fine palace before; perhaps he had never been a guest anywhere. In +the big, cold, outside world people did not invite shaggy men to their +homes, and this shaggy man of ours had slept more in hay-lofts and +stables than in comfortable rooms. When the others left the great +hall he eyed the splendidly dressed servants of the Princess Ozma as +if he expected to be ordered out; but one of them bowed before him as +respectfully as if he had been a prince, and said:</p> + +<p>"Permit me, sir, to conduct you to your apartments."</p> + +<p>The shaggy man drew a long breath and took courage.</p> + +<p>"Very well," he answered. "I'm ready."</p> + +<p>Through the big hall they went, up the grand staircase carpeted thick +with velvet, and so along a wide corridor to a carved doorway. Here +the servant paused, and opening the door said with polite deference:</p> + +<p>"Be good enough to enter, sir, and make yourself at home in the rooms +our Royal Ozma has ordered prepared for you. Whatever you see is for +you to use and enjoy, as if your own. The Princess dines at seven, and +I shall be here in time to lead you to the drawing-room, where you +will be privileged to meet the lovely Ruler of Oz. Is there any +command, in the meantime, with which you desire to honor me?"</p> + +<p>"No," said the shaggy man; "but I'm much obliged."</p> + +<p>He entered the room and shut the door, and for a time stood in +bewilderment, admiring the grandeur before him.</p> + +<p>He had been given one of the handsomest apartments in the most +magnificent palace in the world, and you can not wonder that his good +fortune astonished and awed him until he grew used to his surroundings.</p> + +<p>The furniture was upholstered in cloth of gold, with the royal crown +embroidered upon it in scarlet. The rug upon the marble floor was so +thick and soft that he could not hear the sound of his own footsteps, +and upon the walls were splendid tapestries woven with scenes from the +Land of Oz. Books and ornaments were scattered about in profusion, +and the shaggy man thought he had never seen so many pretty things in +one place before. In one corner played a tinkling fountain of +perfumed water, and in another was a table bearing a golden tray +loaded with freshly gathered fruit, including several of the +red-cheeked apples that the shaggy man loved.</p> + +<p>At the farther end of this charming room was an open doorway, and he +crossed over to find himself in a bedroom containing more comforts +than the shaggy man had ever before imagined. The bedstead was of +gold and set with many brilliant diamonds, and the coverlet had +designs of pearls and rubies sewed upon it. At one side of the +bedroom was a dainty dressing-room with closets containing a large +assortment of fresh clothing; and beyond this was the bath—a large +room having a marble pool big enough to swim in, with white marble +steps leading down to the water. Around the edge of the pool were +set rows of fine emeralds as large as door-knobs, while the water of +the bath was clear as crystal.</p> + +<p>For a time the shaggy man gazed upon all this luxury with silent +amazement. Then he decided, being wise in his way, to take advantage +of his good fortune. He removed his shaggy boots and his shaggy +clothing, and bathed in the pool with rare enjoyment. After he had +dried himself with the soft towels he went into the dressing-room and +took fresh linen from the drawers and put it on, finding that +everything fitted him exactly. He examined the contents of the +closets and selected an elegant suit of clothing. Strangely enough, +everything about it was shaggy, although so new and beautiful, and he +sighed with contentment to realize that he could now be finely dressed +and still be the shaggy man. His coat was of rose-colored velvet, +trimmed with shags and bobtails, with buttons of blood-red rubies and +golden shags around the edges. His vest was a shaggy satin of a +delicate cream color, and his knee-breeches of rose velvet trimmed +like the coat. Shaggy creamy stockings of silk, and shaggy slippers of +rose leather with ruby buckles, completed his costume, and when he was +thus attired the shaggy man looked at himself in a long mirror with +great admiration. On a table he found a mother-of-pearl chest +decorated with delicate silver vines and flowers of clustered rubies, +and on the cover was a silver plate engraved with these words:</p> + + +<blockquote><p>THE SHAGGY MAN:<br /> +HIS BOX OF ORNAMENTS</p></blockquote> + + +<p>The chest was not locked, so he opened it and was almost dazzled by +the brilliance of the rich jewels it contained. After admiring the +pretty things, he took out a fine golden watch with a big chain, +several handsome finger-rings, and an ornament of rubies to pin upon +the breast of his shaggy shirt-bosom. Having carefully brushed his +hair and whiskers all the wrong way to make them look as shaggy as +possible, the shaggy man breathed a deep sigh of joy and decided he +was ready to meet the Royal Princess as soon as she sent for him. +While he waited he returned to the beautiful sitting room and ate +several of the red-cheeked apples to pass away the time.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Dorothy had dressed herself in a pretty gown of soft grey +embroidered with silver, and put a blue-and-gold suit of satin upon +little Button-Bright, who looked as sweet as a cherub in it. Followed +by the boy and Toto—the dog with a new green ribbon around his +neck—she hastened down to the splendid drawing-room of the palace, +where, seated upon an exquisite throne of carved malachite and nestled +amongst its green satin cushions was the lovely Princess Ozma, +waiting eagerly to welcome her friend.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>20. Princess Ozma Of Oz</h2> + + +<p>The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number +of big words, have often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and +failed because the words were not good enough. So of course I cannot +hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little Princess, or +how her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and +magnificent luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. +Whatever else was beautiful or dainty or delightful of itself faded to +dullness when contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and it has often +been said by those who know that no other ruler in all the world can +ever hope to equal the gracious charm of her manner.</p> + +<p>Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the +sweetest affection rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy +threw her arms around her little friend and hugged and kissed her +rapturously, and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright smiled a happy +smile and consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the Princess.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?" +asked the little Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over.</p> + +<p>"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment.</p> + +<p>"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think.</p> + +<p>"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you +wandering in the direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I never 'spected YOU of that," cried Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared +Ozma, "and twice I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save +you and transport you to the Emerald City. Once was when the Scoodlers +caught you, and again when you reached the Deadly Desert. But the shaggy +man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere."</p> + +<p>"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only +in my Magic Picture."</p> + +<p>"And did you send Polly to us?"</p> + +<p>"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch +just in time to meet you."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King +Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party."</p> + +<p>"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would +please you to favor them."</p> + +<p>"Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the comfort +of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all the time, +it is better that the performer should be alone," said the Princess.</p> + +<p>"I like the Musicker's music," declared the boy, gravely.</p> + +<p>"But I don't," said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Well, there will be plenty of music at my celebration," promised +Ozma; "so I've an idea Button-Bright won't miss the Musicker at all."</p> + +<p>Just then Polychrome danced in, and Ozma rose to greet the Rainbow's +Daughter in her sweetest and most cordial manner.</p> + +<p>Dorothy thought she had never seen two prettier creatures together +than these lovely maidens; but Polly knew at once her own dainty +beauty could not match that of Ozma, yet was not a bit jealous because +this was so.</p> + +<p>The Wizard of Oz was announced, and a dried-up, little, old man, clothed +all in black, entered the drawing-room. His face was cheery and his +eyes twinkling with humor, so Polly and Button-Bright were not at all +afraid of the wonderful personage whose fame as a humbug magician had +spread throughout the world. After greeting Dorothy with much +affection, he stood modestly behind Ozma's throne and listened to the +lively prattle of the young people.</p> + +<p>Now the shaggy man appeared, and so startling was his appearance, all +clad in shaggy new rainment, that Dorothy cried "Oh!" and clasped her +hands impulsively as she examined her friend with pleased eyes.</p> + +<p>"He's still shaggy, all right," remarked Button-Bright; and Ozma +nodded brightly because she had meant the shaggy man to remain shaggy +when she provided his new clothes for him.</p> + +<p>Dorothy led him toward the throne, as he was shy in such fine company, +and presented him gracefully to the Princess, saying:</p> + +<p>"This, your Highness, is my friend, the shaggy man, who owns +the Love Magnet."</p> + +<p>"You are welcome to Oz," said the girl Ruler, in gracious accents. +"But tell me, sir, where did you get the Love Magnet which you say +you own?"</p> + +<p>The shaggy man grew red and looked downcast, as he answered +in a low voice:</p> + +<p>"I stole it, your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Shaggy Man!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful! And you told me the +Eskimo gave you the Love Magnet."</p> + +<p>He shuffled first on one foot and then on the other, much embarrassed.</p> + +<p>"I told you a falsehood, Dorothy," he said; "but now, having bathed in +the Truth Pond, I must tell nothing but the truth."</p> + +<p>"Why did you steal it?" asked Ozma, gently.</p> + +<p>"Because no one loved me, or cared for me," said the shaggy man, "and I +wanted to be loved a great deal. It was owned by a girl in +Butterfield who was loved too much, so that the young men quarreled +over her, which made her unhappy. After I had stolen the Magnet from +her, only one young man continued to love the girl, and she married +him and regained her happiness."</p> + +<p>"Are you sorry you stole it?" asked the Princess.</p> + +<p>"No, your Highness; I'm glad," he answered; "for it has pleased me to +be loved, and if Dorothy had not cared for me I could not have +accompanied her to this beautiful Land of Oz, or met its kind-hearted +Ruler. Now that I'm here, I hope to remain, and to become one of your +Majesty's most faithful subjects."</p> + +<p>"But in Oz we are loved for ourselves alone, and for our kindness to +one another, and for our good deeds," she said.</p> + +<p>"I'll give up the Love Magnet," said the shaggy man, eagerly; "Dorothy +shall have it."</p> + +<p>"But every one loves Dorothy already," declared the Wizard.</p> + +<p>"Then Button-Bright shall have it."</p> + +<p>"Don't want it," said the boy, promptly.</p> + +<p>"Then I'll give it to the Wizard, for I'm sure the lovely Princess +Ozma does not need it."</p> + +<p>"All my people love the Wizard, too," announced the Princess, +laughing; "so we will hang the Love Magnet over the gates of the +Emerald City, that whoever shall enter or leave the gates may be +loved and loving."</p> + +<p>"That is a good idea," said the shaggy man; "I agree to it most willingly."</p> + +<p>Those assembled now went in to dinner, which you can imagine was a +grand affair; and afterward Ozma asked the Wizard to give them an +exhibition of his magic.</p> + +<p>The Wizard took eight tiny white piglets from an inside pocket and set +them on the table. One was dressed like a clown, and performed funny +antics, and the others leaped over the spoons and dishes and ran +around the table like race-horses, and turned hand-springs and were so +sprightly and amusing that they kept the company in one roar of merry +laughter. The Wizard had trained these pets to do many curious +things, and they were so little and so cunning and soft that +Polychrome loved to pick them up as they passed near her place and +fondle them as if they were kittens.</p> + +<p>It was late when the entertainment ended, and they separated to go to +their rooms.</p> + +<p>"To-morrow," said Ozma, "my invited guests will arrive, and you will +find among them some interesting and curious people, I promise you. +The next day will be my birthday, and the festivities will be held on +the broad green just outside the gates of the City, where all my +people can assemble without being crowded."</p> + +<p>"I hope the Scarecrow won't be late," said Dorothy, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he is sure to return to-morrow," answered Ozma. "He wanted new +straw to stuff himself with, so he went to the Munchkin Country, where +straw is plentiful."</p> + +<p>With this the Princess bade her guests good night and went to her own room.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>21. Dorothy Receives the Guests</h2> + + +<p>Next morning Dorothy's breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting +room, and she sent to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and +Button-Bright at the meal. They came gladly, and Toto also had +breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled +together to Oz was once more reunited.</p> + +<p>No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast +of many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; +so they all went out upon the balcony. This was at the front of the +palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being higher than the +wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the +street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, +while the people of the Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered +so lustily that they almost drowned the noise of the drums and horns.</p> + +<p>Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that +behind the band was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back +of a wooden Saw-Horse which pranced along the street almost as +gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or rather the +ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the +saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and +glistened with jewels.</p> + +<p>As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and +at once waved his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the +front door and dismounted, and the band stopped playing and went away +and the crowds of people returned to their dwellings.</p> + +<p>By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the +Scarecrow was there, and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook +the hands of the others with his own squashy hands, which were white +gloves filled with straw.</p> + +<p>The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this +celebrated person, who was acknowledged to be the most popular and +most beloved man in all the Land of Oz.</p> + +<p>"Why, your face has been newly painted!" exclaimed Dorothy, when the +first greetings were over.</p> + +<p>"I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me," +answered the Scarecrow, pleasantly. "My complexion had become a bit +grey and faded, you know, and the paint had peeled off one end of my +mouth, so I couldn't talk quite straight. Now I feel like myself +again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with +the loveliest oat-straw in all Oz." He pushed against his chest. +"Hear me crunkle?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Dorothy; "you sound fine."</p> + +<p>Button-Bright was wonderfully attracted by the strawman, and so was +Polly. The shaggy man treated him with great respect, because he was +so queerly made.</p> + +<p>Jellia Jamb now came to say that Ozma wanted Princess Dorothy to +receive the invited guests in the Throne-Room, as they arrived. The +Ruler was herself busy ordering the preparations for the morrow's +festivities, so she wished her friend to act in her place.</p> + +<p>Dorothy willingly agreed, being the only other Princess in the Emerald +City; so she went to the great Throne-Room and sat in Ozma's seat, +placing Polly on one side of her and Button-Bright on the other. The +Scarecrow stood at the left of the throne and the Tin Woodman at the +right, while the Wonderful Wizard and the shaggy man stood behind.</p> + +<p>The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger came in, with bright new bows of +ribbon on their collars and tails. After greeting Dorothy +affectionately the huge beasts lay down at the foot of the throne.</p> + +<p>While they waited, the Scarecrow, who was near the little boy, asked:</p> + +<p>"Why are you called Button-Bright?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," was the answer.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, you do, dear," said Dorothy. "Tell the Scarecrow how you +got your name."</p> + +<p>"Papa always said I was bright as a button, so mama always called me +Button-Bright," announced the boy.</p> + +<p>"Where is your mama?" asked the Scarecrow.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Where is your home?" asked the Scarecrow.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Don't you want to find your mama again?" asked the Scarecrow.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright, calmly.</p> + +<p>The Scarecrow looked thoughtful.</p> + +<p>"Your papa may have been right," he observed; "but there are many +kinds of buttons, you see. There are silver and gold buttons, which +are highly polished and glitter brightly. There are pearl and rubber +buttons, and other kinds, with surfaces more or less bright. But there +is still another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and +that must be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as +a button. Don't you think so?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new, white kid gloves; and +he brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of +pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is +considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The +necklace was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with +the Princess Ozma's other presents.</p> + +<p>Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown, +trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important +Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance +to both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you +may be sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted +Dorothy most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled +upon the shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one +of the most magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty +servants to wait upon her.</p> + +<p>The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.; the "H. M." meaning +Highly Magnified and the "T.E." meaning Thoroughly Educated. The +Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had +composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to +read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him.</p> + +<p>Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and +a servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy +chicks to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at +the head of her family, Dorothy cried, "Oh, you lovely things!" and +ran down from her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina +wore a pearl necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny +gold chain holding a locket with the letter "D" engraved upon the outside.</p> + +<p>"Open the lockets, Dorothy," said Billina. The girl obeyed and found +a picture of herself in each locket. "They were named after you, my +dear," continued the Yellow Hen, "so I wanted all my chickens to wear +your picture. Cluck—cluck! come here, Dorothy—this minute!" she +cried, for the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the +big room.</p> + +<p>They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could, +fluttering their fluffy wings in a laughable way.</p> + +<p>It was lucky that Billina gathered the little ones under her soft +breast just then, for Tik-tok came in and tramped up to the throne on +his flat copper feet.</p> + +<p>"I am all wound up and work-ing fine-ly," said the clock-work +man to Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"I can hear him tick," declared Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"You are quite the polished gentleman," said the Tin Woodman. "Stand +up here beside the shaggy man, Tik-tok, and help receive the company."</p> + +<p>Dorothy placed soft cushions in a corner for Billina and her chicks, +and had just returned to the Throne and seated herself when the +playing of the royal band outside the palace announced the approach of +distinguished guests.</p> + +<p>And my, how they did stare when the High Chamberlain threw open the +doors and the visitors entered the Throne-Room!</p> + +<p>First walked a gingerbread man neatly formed and baked to a lovely +brown tint. He wore a silk hat and carried a candy cane prettily +striped with red and yellow. His shirt-front and cuffs were white +frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops.</p> + +<p>Behind the gingerbread man came a child with flaxen hair and merry +blue eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its +pretty bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its +hands into the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big +rubber bear, walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling +black eyes, and its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air.</p> + +<p>Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two +short, fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms.</p> + +<p>Ozma's High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of +the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice:</p> + +<p>"His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of +the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his +Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para +Bruin, the rubber bear."</p> + +<p>These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and +Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They +were the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were +polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome.</p> + +<p>Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and +was so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough's +Head Booleywag at once became a prime favorite.</p> + +<p>"Is it a boy or a girl?" whispered Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are," exclaimed the +rubber bear, looking at the assembled company.</p> + +<p>"So're you," said Button-Bright, gravely. "Is King Dough good to eat?"</p> + +<p>"He's too good to eat," laughed Chick the Cherub.</p> + +<p>"I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread," said the King, +rather anxiously.</p> + +<p>"We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were," declared +the Scarecrow; "so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe +while you remain in Oz."</p> + +<p>"Why do they call you Chick?" the Yellow Hen asked the child.</p> + +<p>"Because I'm an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents," replied the +Head Booleywag.</p> + +<p>"My chicks have a parent, and I'm it," said Billina.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad of that," answered the Cherub, "because they'll have more +fun worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The +Incubator never worries, you know."</p> + +<p>King John Dough had brought for Ozma's birthday present a lovely +gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big +pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by +Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other +presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their +rooms by the High Chamberlain.</p> + +<p>They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to +play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from +foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in +his most official manner.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>22. Important Arrivals</h2> + + +<p>First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little +sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the +great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and +curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright's shoulder. With +this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly +beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet +and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High +Chamberlain knelt to announce his name.</p> + +<p>"The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme +Highness—Santa Claus!" said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice.</p> + +<p>"Well, well, well! Glad to see you—glad to meet you all!" cried +Santa Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room.</p> + +<p>He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and +a bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful +ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled +with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?" he asked in his jolly way, +as he took the girl's hand in both his own.</p> + +<p>"How did you know my name, Santa?" she replied, feeling more shy in +the presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her +young life.</p> + +<p>"Why, don't I see you every Christmas Eve, when you're asleep?" +he rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek.</p> + +<p>"Oh, do you?"</p> + +<p>"And here's Button-Bright, I declare!" cried Santa Claus, holding up +the boy to kiss him. "What a long way from home you are; dear me!"</p> + +<p>"Do you know Button-Bright, too?" questioned Dorothy, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Indeed I do. I've visited his home several Christmas Eves."</p> + +<p>"And do you know his father?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas +neckties and stockings?" with a sly wink at the Wizard.</p> + +<p>"Then where does he live? We're just crazy to know, 'cause +Button-Bright's lost," she said.</p> + +<p>Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking +what to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard's +ear, at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood.</p> + +<p>Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood.</p> + +<p>"Seems to me the Rainbow's Daughter is farther from home than any of you," +he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. "I'll have +to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you."</p> + +<p>"Please do, dear Santa Claus," implored the little maid, beseechingly.</p> + +<p>"But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma's party," +said the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with +the others already there. "It isn't often I find time to leave my +castle, as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn't help +coming to celebrate the happy occasion."</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"These are my Ryls," pointing to the little sprites squatting around +him. "Their business is to paint the colors of the flowers when they +bud and bloom; but I brought the merry fellows along to see Oz, and +they've left their paint-pots behind them. Also I brought these +crooked Knooks, whom I love. My dears, the Knooks are much nicer than +they look, for their duty is to water and care for the young trees of +the forest, and they do their work faithfully and well. It's hard +work, though, and it makes my Knooks crooked and gnarled, like the +trees themselves; but their hearts are big and kind, as are the +hearts of all who do good in our beautiful world."</p> + +<p>"I've read of the Ryls and Knooks," said Dorothy, looking upon these +little workers with interest.</p> + +<p>Santa Claus turned to talk with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and +he also said a kind word to the shaggy man, and afterward went away to +ride the Saw-Horse around the Emerald City. "For," said he, "I must +see all the grand sights while I am here and have the chance, and Ozma +has promised to let me ride the Saw-Horse because I'm getting fat and +short of breath."</p> + +<p>"Where are your reindeer?" asked Polychrome.</p> + +<p>"I left them at home, for it is too warm for them in this sunny country," +he answered. "They're used to winter weather when they travel."</p> + +<p>In a flash he was gone, and the Ryls and Knooks with him; but they +could all hear the golden hoofs of the Saw-Horse ringing on the marble +pavement outside, as he pranced away with his noble rider.</p> + +<p>Presently the band played again, and the High Chamberlain announced:</p> + +<p>"Her Gracious Majesty, the Queen of Merryland."</p> + +<p>They looked earnestly to discover whom this queen might be, and saw +advancing up the room an exquisite wax doll dressed in dainty fluffs +and ruffles and spangled gown. She was almost as big as +Button-Bright, and her cheeks and mouth and eyebrow were prettily +painted in delicate colors. Her blue eyes stared a bit, being of +glass, yet the expression upon her Majesty's face was quite pleasant +and decidedly winning. With the Queen of Merryland were four wooden +soldiers, two stalking ahead of her with much dignity and two +following behind, like a royal bodyguard. The soldiers were painted in +bright colors and carried wooden guns, and after them came a fat +little man who attracted attention at once, although he seemed modest +and retiring. For he was made of candy, and carried a tin sugar-sifter +filled with powdered sugar, with which he dusted himself frequently so +that he wouldn't stick to things if he touched them. The High +Chamberlain had called him "The Candy Man of Merryland," and Dorothy +saw that one of his thumbs looked as if it had been bitten off by +some one who was fond of candy and couldn't resist the temptation.</p> + +<p>The wax doll Queen spoke prettily to Dorothy and the others, and sent +her loving greetings to Ozma before she retired to the rooms prepared +for her. She had brought a birthday present wrapped in tissue paper +and tied with pink and blue ribbons, and one of the wooden soldiers +placed it on the table with the other gifts. But the Candy Man did +not go to his room, because he said he preferred to stay and talk with +the Scarecrow and Tik-tok and the Wizard and Tin Woodman, whom he +declared the queerest people he had ever met. Button-Bright was glad +the Candy Man stayed in the Throne Room, because the boy thought this +guest smelled deliciously of wintergreen and maple sugar.</p> + +<p>The Braided Man now entered the room, having been fortunate enough to +receive an invitation to the Princess Ozma's party. He was from a +cave halfway between the Invisible Valley and the Country of the +Gargoyles, and his hair and whiskers were so long that he was obliged +to plait them into many braids that hung to his feet, and every braid +was tied with a bow of colored ribbon.</p> + +<p>"I've brought Princess Ozma a box of flutters for her birthday," said +the Braided Man, earnestly; "and I hope she will like them, for they +are the finest quality I have ever made."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure she will be greatly pleased," said Dorothy, who remembered +the Braided Man well; and the Wizard introduced the guest to the rest +of the company and made him sit down in a chair and keep quiet, for, if +allowed, he would talk continually about his flutters.</p> + +<p>The band then played a welcome to another set of guests, and into the +Throne-Room swept the handsome and stately Queen of Ev. Beside her +was young King Evardo, and following them came the entire royal family +of five Princesses and four Princes of Ev. The Kingdom of Ev lay just +across the Deadly Desert to the North of Oz, and once Ozma and her +people had rescued the Queen of Ev and her ten children from the Nome +King, who had enslaved them. Dorothy had been present on this +adventure, so she greeted the royal family cordially; and all the +visitors were delighted to meet the little Kansas girl again. They +knew Tik-tok and Billina, too, and the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman, +as well as the Lion and Tiger; so there was a joyful reunion, as you +may imagine, and it was fully an hour before the Queen and her train +retired to their rooms. Perhaps they would not have gone then had not +the band begun to play to announce new arrivals; but before they left +the great Throne-Room King Evardo added to Ozma's birthday presents a +diadem of diamonds set in radium.</p> + +<p>The next comer proved to be King Renard of Foxville; or King Dox, as +he preferred to be called. He was magnificently dressed in a new +feather costume and wore white kid mittens over his paws and a flower +in his button-hole and had his hair parted in the middle.</p> + +<p>King Dox thanked Dorothy fervently for getting him the invitation to +come to Oz, which he all his life longed to visit. He strutted around +rather absurdly as he was introduced to all the famous people +assembled in the Throne-Room, and when he learned that Dorothy was a +Princess of Oz the Fox King insisted on kneeling at her feet and +afterward retired backward—a dangerous thing to do, as he might have +stubbed his paw and tumbled over.</p> + +<p>No sooner was he gone than the blasts of bugles and clatter of drums and +cymbals announced important visitors, and the High Chamberlain assumed +his most dignified tone as he threw open the door and said proudly:</p> + +<p>"Her Sublime and Resplendent Majesty, Queen Zixi of Ix! His +Serene and Tremendous Majesty, King Bud of Noland. Her Royal +Highness, the Princess Fluff."</p> + +<p>That three such high and mighty royal personages should arrive at once +was enough to make Dorothy and her companions grow solemn and assume +their best company manners; but when the exquisite beauty of Queen +Zixi met their eyes they thought they had never beheld anything so +charming. Dorothy decided that Zixi must be about sixteen years old, +but the Wizard whispered to her that this wonderful queen had lived +thousands of years, but knew the secret of remaining always fresh +and beautiful.</p> + +<p>King Bud of Noland and his dainty fair-haired sister, the Princess +Fluff, were friends of Zixi, as their kingdoms were adjoining, so they +had traveled together from their far-off domains to do honor to Ozma +of Oz on the occasion of her birthday. They brought many splendid +gifts; so the table was now fairly loaded down with presents.</p> + +<p>Dorothy and Polly loved the Princess Fluff the moment they saw her, +and little King Bud was so frank and boyish that Button-Bright +accepted him as a chum at once and did not want him to go away. But +it was after noon now, and the royal guests must prepare their toilets +for the grand banquet at which they were to assemble that evening to +meet the reigning Princess of this Fairyland; so Queen Zixi was shown +to her room by a troop of maidens led by Jellia Jamb, and Bud and +Fluff presently withdrew to their own apartments.</p> + +<p>"My! what a big party Ozma is going to have," exclaimed Dorothy. +"I guess the palace will be chock full, Button-Bright; don't you +think so?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"But we must go to our rooms, pretty soon, to dress for the banquet," +continued the girl.</p> + +<p>"I don't have to dress," said the Candy Man from Merryland. "All I +need do is to dust myself with fresh sugar."</p> + +<p>"Tik-tok always wears the same suits of clothes," said the Tin +Woodman; "and so does our friend the Scarecrow."</p> + +<p>"My feathers are good enough for any occasion," cried Billina, +from her corner.</p> + +<p>"Then I shall leave you four to welcome any new guests that come," +said Dorothy; "for Button-Bright and I must look our very best at +Ozma's banquet."</p> + +<p>"Who is still to come?" asked the Scarecrow.</p> + +<p>"Well, there's King Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton, and Johnny Dooit, and the +Good Witch of the North. But Johnny Dooit may not get here until +late, he's so very busy."</p> + +<p>"We will receive them and give them a proper welcome," promised the +Scarecrow. "So run along, little Dorothy, and get yourself dressed."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>23. The Grand Banquet</h2> + + +<p>I wish I could tell you how fine the company was that assembled that +evening at Ozma's royal banquet. A long table was spread in the +center of the great dining-hall of the palace and the splendor of the +decorations and the blaze of lights and jewels was acknowledged to be +the most magnificent sight that any of the guests had ever seen.</p> + +<p>The jolliest person present, as well as the most important, was of +course old Santa Claus; so he was given the seat of honor at one end +of the table while at the other end sat Princess Ozma, the hostess.</p> + +<p>John Dough, Queen Zixi, King Bud, the Queen of Ev and her son Evardo, +and the Queen of Merryland had golden thrones to sit in, while the +others were supplied with beautiful chairs.</p> + +<p>At the upper end of the banquet room was a separate table provided for +the animals. Toto sat at one end of this table with a bib tied around +his neck and a silver platter to eat from. At the other end was +placed a small stand, with a low rail around the edge of it, for Billina +and her chicks. The rail kept the ten little Dorothys from falling +off the stand, while the Yellow Hen could easily reach over and take +her food from her tray upon the table. At other places sat the Hungry +Tiger, the Cowardly Lion, the Saw-Horse, the Rubber Bear, the Fox King +and the Donkey King; they made quite a company of animals.</p> + +<p>At the lower end of the great room was another table, at which sat the +Ryls and Knooks who had come with Santa Claus, the wooden soldiers who +had come with the Queen of Merryland, and the Hilanders and Lolanders +who had come with John Dough. Here were also seated the officers of +the royal palace and of Ozma's army.</p> + +<p>The splendid costumes of those at the three tables made a gorgeous and +glittering display that no one present was ever likely to forget; +perhaps there has never been in any part of the world at any time +another assemblage of such wonderful people as that which gathered +this evening to honor the birthday of the Ruler of Oz.</p> + +<p>When all members of ethe company were in their places an orchestra of +five hundred pieces, in a balcony overlooking the banquet room, began to +play sweet and delightful music. Then a door draped with royal green +opened, and in came the fair and girlish Princess Ozma, who now +greeted her guests in person for the first time.</p> + +<p>As she stood by her throne at the head of the banquet table every eye +was turned eagerly upon the lovely Princess, who was as dignified as +she was bewitching, and who smiled upon all her old and new friends in +a way that touched their hearts and brought an answering smile to +every face.</p> + +<p>Each guest had been served with a crystal goblet filled with lacasa, +which is a sort of nectar famous in Oz and nicer to drink than +soda-water or lemonade. Santa now made a pretty speech in verse, +congratulating Ozma on having a birthday, and asking every one present +to drink to the health and happiness of their dearly beloved hostess. +This was done with great enthusiasm by those who were made so they +could drink at all, and those who could not drink politely touched the +rims of their goblets to their lips. All seated themselves at the +tables and the servants of the Princess began serving the feast.</p> + +<p>I am quite sure that only in Fairyland could such a delicious repast +be prepared. The dishes were of precious metals set with brilliant +jewels and the good things to eat which were placed upon them were +countless in number and of exquisite flavor. Several present, such as +the Candy Man, the Rubber Bear, Tik-tok, and the Scarecrow, were not +made so they could eat, and the Queen of Merryland contented herself +with a small dish of sawdust; but these enjoyed the pomp and glitter +of the gorgeous scene as much as did those who feasted.</p> + +<p>The Woggle-Bug read his "Ode to Ozma," which was written in very good +rhythm and was well received by the company. The Wizard added to the +entertainment by making a big pie appear before Dorothy, and when the +little girl cut the pie the nine tiny piglets leaped out of it and +danced around the table, while the orchestra played a merry tune. This +amused the company very much, but they were even more pleased when +Polychrome, whose hunger had been easily satisfied, rose from the +table and performed her graceful and bewildering Rainbow Dance for +them. When it was ended, the people clapped their hands and the +animals clapped their paws, while Billina cackled and the Donkey King +brayed approval.</p> + +<p>Johnny Dooit was present, and of course he proved he could do wonders +in the way of eating, as well as in everything else that he undertook +to do; the Tin Woodman sang a love song, every one joining in the +chorus; and the wooden soldiers from Merryland gave an exhibition of a +lightning drill with their wooden muskets; the Ryls and Knooks danced +the Fairy Circle; and the Rubber Bear bounced himself all around the +room. There was laughter and merriment on every side, and everybody +was having a royal good time. Button-Bright was so excited and +interested that he paid little attention to his fine dinner and a +great deal of attention to his queer companions; and perhaps he was +wise to do this, because he could eat at any other time.</p> + +<p>The feasting and merrymaking continued until late in the evening, +when they separated to meet again the next morning and take part +in the birthday celebration, to which this royal banquet was merely +the introduction.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>24. The Birthday Celebration</h2> + + +<p>A clear, perfect day, with a gentle breeze and a sunny sky, greeted +Princess Ozma as she wakened next morning, the anniversary of her +birth. While it was yet early all the city was astir and crowds of +people came from all parts of the Land of Oz to witness the +festivities in honor of their girl Ruler's birthday.</p> + +<p>The noted visitors from foreign countries, who had all been +transported to the Emerald City by means of the Magic Belt, were as +much a show to the Ozites as were their own familiar celebrities, and +the streets leading from the royal palace to the jeweled gates were +thronged with men, women, and children to see the procession as it +passed out to the green fields where the ceremonies were to take place.</p> + +<p>And what a great procession it was!</p> + +<p>First came a thousand young girls—the prettiest in the land—dressed +in white muslin, with green sashes and hair ribbons, bearing green +baskets of red roses. As they walked they scattered these flowers +upon the marble pavements, so that the way was carpeted thick with +roses for the procession to walk upon.</p> + +<p>Then came the Rulers of the four Kingdoms of Oz: the Emperor of the +Winkies, the Monarch of the Munchkins, the King of the Quadlings and +the Sovereign of the Gillikins, each wearing a long chain of emeralds +around his neck to show that he was a vassal of the Ruler of the +Emerald City.</p> + +<p>Next marched the Emerald City Cornet Band, clothed in green-and-gold +uniforms and playing the "Ozma Two-Step." The Royal Army of Oz +followed, consisting of twenty-seven officers, from the Captain-General +down to the Lieutenants. There were no privates in Ozma's Army because +soldiers were not needed to fight battles, but only to look important, +and an officer always looks more imposing than a private.</p> + +<p>While the people cheered and waved their hats and handkerchiefs, there +came walking the Royal Princess Ozma, looking so pretty and sweet that +it is no wonder her people love her so dearly. She had decided she +would not ride in her chariot that day, as she preferred to walk in +the procession with her favored subjects and her guests. Just in +front of her trotted the living Blue Bear Rug owned by old Dyna, which +wobbled clumsily on its four feet because there was nothing but the +skin to support them, with a stuffed head at one end and a stubby tail +at the other. But whenever Ozma paused in her walk the Bear Rug +would flop down flat upon the ground for the princess to stand upon +until she resumed her progress.</p> + +<p>Following the Princess stalked her two enormous beasts, the Cowardly +Lion and the Hungry Tiger, and even if the Army had not been there +these two would have been powerful enough to guard their mistress +from any harm.</p> + +<p>Next marched the invited guests, who were loudly cheered by the people +of Oz along the road, and were therefore obliged to bow to right and +left almost every step of the way. First was Santa Claus, who, because +he was fat and not used to walking, rode the wonderful Saw-Horse. The +merry old gentleman had a basket of small toys with him, and he tossed +the toys one by one to the children as he passed by. His Ryls and +Knooks marched close behind him.</p> + +<p>Queen Zixi of Ix came after; then John Dough and the Cherub, with the +rubber bear named Para Bruin strutting between them on its hind legs; +then the Queen of Merryland, escorted by her wooden soldiers; then +King Bud of Noland and his sister, the Princess Fluff; then the Queen +of Ev and her ten royal children; then the Braided Man and the Candy +Man, side by side; then King Dox of Foxville and King Kik-a-bray of +Dunkiton, who by this time had become good friends; and finally Johnny +Dooit, in his leather apron, smoking his long pipe.</p> + +<p>These wonderful personages were not more heartily cheered by the +people than were those who followed after them in the procession. +Dorothy was a general favorite, and she walked arm in arm with the +Scarecrow, who was beloved by all. Then came Polychrome and +Button-Bright, and the people loved the Rainbow's pretty Daughter and +the beautiful blue-eyed boy as soon as they saw them. The shaggy man +in his shaggy new suit attracted much attention because he was such a +novelty. With regular steps tramped the machine-man Tik-tok, and +there was more cheering when the Wizard of Oz followed in the +procession. The Woggle-Bug and Jack Pumpkinhead were next, and behind +them Glinda the Sorceress and the Good Witch of the North. Finally +came Billina, with her brood of chickens to whom she clucked anxiously +to keep them together and to hasten them along so they would not delay +the procession.</p> + +<p>Another band followed, this time the Tin Band of the Emperor of the +Winkies, playing a beautiful march called, "There's No Plate Like Tin." +Then came the servants of the Royal Palace, in a long line, and behind +them all the people joined the procession and marched away through the +emerald gates and out upon the broad green.</p> + +<p>Here had been erected a splendid pavilion, with a grandstand big enough +to seat all the royal party and those who had taken part in the +procession. Over the pavilion, which was of green silk and cloth of +gold, countless banners waved in the breeze. Just in front of this, +and connected with it by a runway had been built a broad platform, so +that all the spectators could see plainly the entertainment provided +for them.</p> + +<p>The Wizard now became Master of Ceremonies, as Ozma had placed the +conduct of the performance in his hands. After the people had all +congregated about the platform and the royal party and the visitors +were seated in the grandstand, the Wizard skillfully performed some +feats of juggling glass balls and lighted candles. He tossed a dozen +or so of them high in the air and caught them one by one as they came +down, without missing any.</p> + +<p>Then he introduced the Scarecrow, who did a sword-swallowing act that +aroused much interest. After this the Tin Woodman gave an exhibition +of Swinging the Axe, which he made to whirl around him so rapidly that +the eye could scarcely follow the motion of the gleaming blade. +Glinda the Sorceress then stepped upon the platform, and by her magic +made a big tree grow in the middle of the space, made blossoms appear +upon the tree, and made the blossoms become delicious fruit called +tamornas, and so great was the quantity of fruit produced that when +the servants climbed the tree and tossed it down to the crowd, there +was enough to satisfy every person present.</p> + +<p>Para Bruin, the rubber bear, climbed to a limb of the big tree, rolled +himself into a ball, and dropped to the platform, whence he bounded up +again to the limb. He repeated this bouncing act several times, to +the great delight of all the children present. After he had finished, +and bowed, and returned to his seat, Glinda waved her wand and the +tree disappeared; but its fruit still remained to be eaten.</p> + +<p>The Good Witch of the North amused the people by transforming ten +stones into ten birds, the ten birds into ten lambs, and the ten lambs +into ten little girls, who gave a pretty dance and were then +transformed into ten stones again, just as they were in the beginning.</p> + +<p>Johnny Dooit next came on the platform with his tool-chest, and in a +few minutes built a great flying machine; then put his chest in the +machine and the whole thing flew away together—Johnny and all—after +he had bid good-bye to those present and thanked the Princess +for her hospitality.</p> + +<p>The Wizard then announced the last act of all, which was considered +really wonderful. He had invented a machine to blow huge soap-bubbles, +as big as balloons, and this machine was hidden under the platform so +that only the rim of the big clay pipe to produce the bubbles showed +above the flooring. The tank of soapsuds, and the air-pumps to inflate +the bubbles, were out of sight beneath, so that when the bubbles began +to grow upon the floor of the platform it really seemed like magic to the +people of Oz, who knew nothing about even the common soap-bubbles that +our children blow with a penny clay pipe and a basin of soap-and-water.</p> + +<p>The Wizard had invented another thing. Usually, soap-bubbles are +frail and burst easily, lasting only a few moments as they float in +the air; but the Wizard added a sort of glue to his soapsuds, which +made his bubbles tough; and, as the glue dried rapidly when exposed to +the air, the Wizard's bubbles were strong enough to float for hours +without breaking.</p> + +<p>He began by blowing—by means of his machinery and air-pumps—several +large bubbles which he allowed to float upward into the sky, where the +sunshine fell upon them and gave them iridescent hues that were most +beautiful. This aroused much wonder and delight because it was a new +amusement to every one present—except perhaps Dorothy and Button-Bright, +and even they had never seen such big, strong bubbles before.</p> + +<p>The Wizard then blew a bunch of small bubbles and afterward blew a big +bubble around them so they were left in the center of it; then he +allowed the whole mass of pretty globes to float into the air and +disappear in the far distant sky.</p> + +<p>"That is really fine!" declared Santa Claus, who loved toys and +pretty things. "I think, Mr. Wizard, I shall have you blow a bubble +around me; then I can float away home and see the country spread out +beneath me as I travel. There isn't a spot on earth that I haven't +visited, but I usually go in the night-time, riding behind my swift +reindeer. Here is a good chance to observe the country by daylight, +while I am riding slowly and at my ease."</p> + +<p>"Do you think you will be able to guide the bubble?" asked the Wizard.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes; I know enough magic to do that," replied Santa Claus. +"You blow the bubble, with me inside of it, and I'll be sure to +get home in safety."</p> + +<p>"Please send me home in a bubble, too!" begged the Queen of Merryland.</p> + +<p>"Very well, madam; you shall try the journey first," politely +answered old Santa.</p> + +<p>The pretty wax doll bade good-bye to the Princess Ozma and the others +and stood on the platform while the Wizard blew a big soap-bubble +around her. When completed, he allowed the bubble to float slowly +upward, and there could be seen the little Queen of Merryland standing +in the middle of it and blowing kisses from her fingers to those below. +The bubble took a southerly direction, quickly floating out of sight.</p> + +<p>"That's a very nice way to travel," said Princess Fluff. "I'd like to +go home in a bubble, too."</p> + +<p>So the Wizard blew a big bubble around Princess Fluff, and another +around King Bud, her brother, and a third one around Queen Zixi; and +soon these three bubbles had mounted into the sky and were floating +off in a group in the direction of the kingdom of Noland.</p> + +<p>The success of these ventures induced the other guests from foreign +lands to undertake bubble journeys, also; so the Wizard put them one +by one inside his bubbles, and Santa Claus directed the way they +should go, because he knew exactly where everybody lived.</p> + +<p>Finally, Button-Bright said:</p> + +<p>"I want to go home, too."</p> + +<p>"Why, so you shall!" cried Santa; "for I'm sure your father and +mother will be glad to see you again. Mr. Wizard, please blow a big, +fine bubble for Button-Bright to ride in, and I'll agree to send him +home to his family as safe as safe can be."</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry," said Dorothy with a sigh, for she was fond of her little +comrade; "but p'raps it's best for Button-Bright to get home; 'cause +his folks must be worrying just dreadful."</p> + +<p>She kissed the boy, and Ozma kissed him, too, and all the others waved +their hands and said good-bye and wished him a pleasant journey.</p> + +<p>"Are you glad to leave us, dear?" asked Dorothy, a little wistfully.</p> + +<p>"Don't know," said Button-Bright.</p> + +<p>He sat down cross-legged on the platform, with his sailor hat tipped +back on his head, and the Wizard blew a beautiful bubble all around him.</p> + +<p>A minute later it had mounted into the sky, sailing toward the west, +and the last they saw of Button-Bright he was still sitting in the +middle of the shining globe and waving his sailor hat at those below.</p> + +<p>"Will you ride in a bubble, or shall I send you and Toto home by means +of the Magic Belt?" the Princess asked Dorothy.</p> + +<p>"Guess I'll use the Belt," replied the little girl. "I'm sort of +'fraid of those bubbles."</p> + +<p>"Bow-wow!" said Toto, approvingly. He loved to bark at the bubbles as +they sailed away, but he didn't care to ride in one.</p> + +<p>Santa Claus decided to go next. He thanked Ozma for her hospitality +and wished her many happy returns of the day. Then the Wizard blew a +bubble around his chubby little body and smaller bubbles around each +of his Ryls and Knooks.</p> + +<p>As the kind and generous friend of children mounted into the air the +people all cheered at the top of their voices, for they loved Santa +Claus dearly; and the little man heard them through the walls of his +bubble and waved his hands in return as he smiled down upon them. The +band played bravely while every one watched the bubble until it was +completely out of sight.</p> + +<p>"How 'bout you, Polly?" Dorothy asked her friend. "Are you 'fraid of +bubbles, too?"</p> + +<p>"No," answered Polychrome, smiling; "but Santa Claus promised to speak +to my father as he passed through the sky. So perhaps I shall get +home an easier way."</p> + +<p>Indeed, the little maid had scarcely made this speech when a sudden +radiance filled the air, and while the people looked on in wonder the +end of a gorgeous rainbow slowly settled down upon the platform.</p> + +<p>With a glad cry, the Rainbow's Daughter sprang from her seat and +danced along the curve of the bow, mounting gradually upward, while +the folds of her gauzy gown whirled and floated around her like a +cloud and blended with the colors of the rainbow itself.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye Ozma! Good-bye Dorothy!" cried a voice they knew belonged to +Polychrome; but now the little maiden's form had melted wholly into +the rainbow, and their eyes could no longer see her.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, the end of the rainbow lifted and its colors slowly faded +like mist before a breeze. Dorothy sighed deeply and turned to Ozma.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry to lose Polly," she said; "but I guess she's better off +with her father; 'cause even the Land of Oz couldn't be like home to a +cloud fairy."</p> + +<p>"No indeed," replied the Princess; "but it has been delightful for us +to know Polychrome for a little while, and—who knows?—perhaps we +may meet the Rainbow's Daughter again, some day."</p> + +<p>The entertainment being now ended, all left the pavilion and formed +their gay procession back to the Emerald City again. Of Dorothy's +recent traveling companions only Toto and the shaggy man remained, +and Ozma had decided to allow the latter to live in Oz for a time, at +least. If he proved honest and true she promised to let him live +there always, and the shaggy man was anxious to earn this reward.</p> + +<p>They had a nice quiet dinner together and passed a pleasant evening +with the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, Tik-tok, and the Yellow Hen +for company.</p> + +<p>When Dorothy bade them good-night, she kissed them all good-bye at the +same time. For Ozma had agreed that while Dorothy slept she and Toto +should be transported by means of the Magic Belt to her own little bed +in the Kansas farm-house and the little girl laughed as she thought +how astonished Uncle Henry and Aunt Em would be when she came down to +breakfast with them next morning.</p> + +<p>Quite content to have had so pleasant an adventure, and a little tired +by all the day's busy scenes, Dorothy clasped Toto in her arms and lay +down upon the pretty white bed in her room in Ozma's royal palace.</p> + +<p>Presently she was sound asleep.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<pre> +This is the end of the Project Gutenberg Edition of The Road to Oz +</pre> + + + +</body> +</html> diff --git a/old/rd2oz10h.zip b/old/rd2oz10h.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ce8b5d --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10h.zip diff --git a/old/rd2oz10l.lit b/old/rd2oz10l.lit Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d4b52e --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10l.lit diff --git a/old/rd2oz10l.zip b/old/rd2oz10l.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b477359 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10l.zip diff --git a/old/rd2oz10p.prc b/old/rd2oz10p.prc Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..457fd5a --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10p.prc diff --git a/old/rd2oz10p.zip b/old/rd2oz10p.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2535f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/rd2oz10p.zip |