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-Title: The Land of Oz
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-    The
-    Land of Oz
-
-    The Further Adventures of
-
-    A Sequel to
-    THE WIZARD OF OZ
-
-    by
-
-    L. Frank Baum
-
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-
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-
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-
-
-
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-
-The Famous Oz Books
-
-
-Since 1900 when L. Frank Baum introduced to the children of America
-THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ and all the other exciting characters who
-inhabit the land of Oz, these delightful fairy tales have stimulated
-the imagination of millions of young readers.
-
-These are stories which are genuine fantasy--creative, funny, tender,
-exciting and surprising. Filled with the rarest and most absurd
-creatures, each of the =14= volumes which now comprise the series, has
-been eagerly sought out by generation after generation until today they
-are known to all except the very young or those who were never young at
-all.
-
-When, in a recent survey, =The New York Times= polled a group of
-teenagers on the books they liked best when they were young, the Oz
-books topped the list.
-
-
-
-
-_THE FAMOUS OZ BOOKS_
-
-By L. Frank Baum:
-
-
-    THE WIZARD OF OZ
-    THE LAND OF OZ
-    OZMA OF OZ
-    DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ
-    THE ROAD TO OZ
-    THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ
-    THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
-    TIK-TOK OF OZ
-    THE SCARECROW OF OZ
-    RINKITINK IN OZ
-    THE LOST PRINCESS OF OZ
-    THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ
-    THE MAGIC OF OZ
-    GLINDA OF OZ
-
-
-    CHICAGO      THE REILLY & LEE CO.      _Publishers_
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The
-    Land _of_ Oz
-]
-
-[Illustration: TIP MANUFACTURES A PUMPKINHEAD]
-
-
-
-
-    The
-    Land of Oz
-
-    Being an account of the
-    further adventures of the
-
-    Scarecrow
-    and Tin Woodman
-
-    and also the strange experiences
-    of the Highly Magnified
-    Woggle-Bug, Jack Pumpkinhead,
-    the Animated Saw-Horse
-    and the Gump;
-    the story being
-
-    A Sequel _to_ The Wizard _of_ Oz
-
-    By
-
-    L. Frank Baum
-
-    Author of Father Goose--His Book; The Wizard of Oz; The Magical Monarch
-    of Mo; The Enchanted Isle of Yew, The Life and Adventures _of_
-    Santa Claus; Dot and Tot of Merryland etc., etc.
-
-    PICTURED BY
-
-    John R. Neill
-
-    CHICAGO
-
-    THE REILLY & LEE COMPANY
-
-
-
-
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-
-    Copyright 1904
-
-    by
-
-    L. Frank Baum
-
-    All rights reserved
-]
-
-
-
-
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-    Author's Note
-
-
-    After the publication of "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" I began to
-    receive letters from children, telling me of their pleasure in
-    reading the story and asking me to "write something more" about the
-    Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman. At first I considered these little
-    letters, frank and earnest though they were, in the light of pretty
-    compliments; but the letters continued to come during succeeding
-    months, and even years.
-
-    Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to
-    see me and prefer her request,--and she is a "Dorothy," by the
-    way--that when a thousand little girls had written me a thousand
-    little letters asking for another story of the Scarecrow and the
-    Tin Woodman, I would write the book. Either little Dorothy was a
-    fairy in disguise, and waved her magic wand, or the success of the
-    stage production of "The Wizard of Oz" made new friends for the
-    story. For the thousand letters reached their destination long
-    since--and many more followed them.
-
-    And now, although pleading guilty to a long delay, I have kept my
-    promise in this book.
-
-    L. FRANK BAUM.
-
-        Chicago, June, 1904.
-]
-
-
-
-
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-    To those excellent good fellows and eminent comedians =David C.
-    Montgomery= and =Fred A. Stone= whose clever personations of the
-    Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow have delighted thousands of children
-    throughout the land, this book is gratefully dedicated
-                           by
-                       THE AUTHOR
-]
-
-
-
-
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-    TIP.
-
-    JACK
-
-    MOMBI
-
-    SCARECROW
-
-    TIN WOODMAN
-
-    WOGGLE-BUG
-
-    GUMP
-]
-
-LIST OF CHAPTERS
-
-
-                                     PAGE
-
-    Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead            1
-    The Marvelous Powder of Life              9
-    The Flight of the Fugitives              23
-    Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic         33
-    The Awakening of the Saw-Horse           41
-    Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride                  53
-    His Majesty, the Scarecrow               65
-    General Jinjur's Army of Revolt          77
-    The Scarecrow Plans an Escape            91
-    The Journey to the Tin Woodman          103
-    A Nickel-Plated Emperor                 115
-    Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.             129
-    A Highly Magnified History              141
-    Old Mombi Indulges in Witchcraft        153
-    The Prisoners of the Queen              163
-    The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think       175
-    The Astonishing Flight of the Gump      185
-    In the Jackdaws' Nest                   195
-    Dr. Nikidik's Famous Wishing Pills      213
-    The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda         225
-    The Tin Woodman Plucks a Rose           241
-    The Transformation of Old Mombi         251
-    Princess Ozma of Oz                     259
-    The Riches of Content                   273
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-    The
-    Land _of_ Oz
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-    Tip Manufactures
-    a Pumpkinhead
-]
-
-
-In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of
-Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for
-old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no
-one was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as
-well.
-
-This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought
-when quite young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose
-reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin
-people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and
-therefore hesitated to associate with her.
-
-Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that
-part of the Land of Oz had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her
-dominions. So Tip's guardian, however much she might aspire to working
-magic, realized it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most
-a Wizardess.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that the old woman might
-boil her pot. He also worked in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking;
-and he fed the pigs and milked the four-horned cow that was Mombi's
-especial pride.
-
-But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that
-would be bad for him. When sent to the forest Tip often climbed trees
-for birds' eggs or amused himself chasing the fleet white rabbits or
-fishing in the brooks with bent pins. Then he would hastily gather
-his armful of wood and carry it home. And when he was supposed to be
-working in the corn-fields, and the tall stalks hid him from Mombi's
-view, Tip would often dig in the gopher holes, or--if the mood seized
-him--lie upon his back between the rows of corn and take a nap. So, by
-taking care not to exhaust his strength, he grew as strong and rugged
-as a boy may be.
-
-Mombi's curious magic often frightened her neighbors, and they treated
-her shyly, yet respectfully, because of her weird powers. But Tip
-frankly hated her, and took no pains to hide his feelings. Indeed, he
-sometimes showed less respect for the old woman than he should have
-done, considering she was his guardian.
-
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-
-There were pumpkins in Mombi's corn-fields, lying golden red among the
-rows of green stalks; and these had been planted and carefully tended
-that the four-horned cow might eat of them in the winter time. But one
-day, after the corn had all been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying
-the pumpkins to the stable, he took a notion to make a "Jack Lantern"
-and try to give the old woman a fright with it.
-
-So he selected a fine, big pumpkin--one with a lustrous, orange-red
-color--and began carving it. With the point of his knife he made two
-round eyes, a three-cornered nose, and a mouth shaped like a new moon.
-The face, when completed, could not have been considered strictly
-beautiful; but it wore a smile so big and broad, and was so jolly in
-expression, that even Tip laughed as he looked admiringly at his work.
-
-The child had no playmates, so he did not know that boys often dig
-out the inside of a "pumpkin-jack," and in the space thus made put a
-lighted candle to render the face more startling; but he conceived an
-idea of his own that promised to be quite as effective. He decided to
-manufacture the form of a man, who would wear this pumpkin head, and to
-stand it in a place where old Mombi would meet it face to face.
-
-"And then," said Tip to himself, with a laugh, "she'll squeal louder
-than the brown pig does when I pull her tail, and shiver with fright
-worse than I did last year when I had the ague!"
-
-He had plenty of time to accomplish this task, for Mombi had gone to a
-village--to buy groceries, she said--and it was a journey of at least
-two days.
-
-So he took his axe to the forest, and selected some stout, straight
-saplings, which he cut down and trimmed of all their twigs and leaves.
-From these he would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his man. For
-the body he stripped a sheet of thick bark from around a big tree, and
-with much labor fashioned it into a cylinder of about the right size,
-pinning the edges together with wooden pegs. Then, whistling happily as
-he worked, he carefully jointed the limbs and fastened them to the body
-with pegs whittled into shape with his knife.
-
-By the time this feat had been accomplished it began to grow dark, and
-Tip remembered he must milk the cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up
-his wooden man and carried it back to the house with him.
-
-During the evening, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip
-carefully rounded all the edges of the joints and smoothed the rough
-places in a neat and workmanlike manner. Then he stood the figure up
-against the wall and admired it. It seemed remarkably tall, even for a
-full-grown man; but that was a good point in a small boy's eyes, and
-Tip did not object at all to the size of his creation.
-
-Next morning, when he looked at his work again, Tip saw he had
-forgotten to give the dummy a neck, by means of which he might fasten
-the pumpkinhead to the body. So he went again to the forest, which was
-not far away, and chopped from a tree several pieces of wood with which
-to complete his work. When he returned he fastened a cross-piece to
-the upper end of the body, making a hole through the center to hold
-upright the neck. The bit of wood which formed this neck was also
-sharpened at the upper end, and when all was ready Tip put on the
-pumpkin head, pressing it well down onto the neck, and found that it
-fitted very well. The head could be turned to one side or the other, as
-he pleased, and the hinges of the arms and legs allowed him to place
-the dummy in any position he desired.
-
-"Now, that," declared Tip, proudly, "is really a very fine man, and it
-ought to frighten several screeches out of old Mombi! But it would be
-much more lifelike if it were properly dressed."
-
-To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip boldly ransacked the
-great chest in which Mombi kept all her keepsakes and treasures, and
-at the very bottom he discovered some purple trousers, a red shirt
-and a pink vest which was dotted with white spots. These he carried
-away to his man and succeeded, although the garments did not fit very
-well, in dressing the creature in a jaunty fashion. Some knit stockings
-belonging to Mombi and a much worn pair of his own shoes completed the
-man's apparel, and Tip was so delighted that he danced up and down and
-laughed aloud in boyish ecstasy.
-
-"I must give him a name!" he cried. "So good a man as this must surely
-have a name. I believe," he added, after a moment's thought, "I will
-name the fellow 'Jack Pumpkinhead!'"
-
-[Illustration]
-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Marvelous
-    Powder of Life
-]
-
-
-After considering the matter carefully, Tip decided that the best
-place to locate Jack would be at the bend in the road, a little way
-from the house. So he started to carry his man there, but found him
-heavy and rather awkward to handle. After dragging the creature a short
-distance Tip stood him on his feet, and by first bending the joints of
-one leg, and then those of the other,--at the same time pushing from
-behind,--the boy managed to induce Jack to walk to the bend in the
-road. It was not accomplished without a few tumbles, and Tip really
-worked harder than he ever had in the fields or forest; but a love of
-mischief urged him on, and it pleased him to test the cleverness of his
-workmanship.
-
-"Jack's all right, and works fine!" he said to himself, panting with
-the unusual exertion. But just then he discovered the man's left
-arm had fallen off in the journey; so he went back to find it, and
-afterward, by whittling a new and stouter pin for the shoulder-joint,
-he repaired the injury so successfully that the arm was stronger than
-before. Tip also noticed that Jack's pumpkin head had twisted around
-until it faced his back; but this was easily remedied. When, at last,
-the man was set up facing the turn in the path where old Mombi was to
-appear, he looked natural enough to be a fair imitation of a Gillikin
-farmer,--and unnatural enough to startle anyone that came on him
-unawares.
-
-As it was yet too early in the day to expect the old woman to return
-home, Tip went down into the valley below the farm-house and began to
-gather nuts from the trees that grew there.
-
-However, old Mombi returned earlier than usual. She had met a crooked
-wizard who resided in a lonely cave in the mountains, and had traded
-several important secrets of magic with him. Having in this way
-secured three new recipes, four magical powders and a selection of
-herbs of wonderful power and potency, she hobbled home as fast as she
-could, in order to test her new sorceries.
-
-So intent was Mombi on the treasures she had gained that when she
-turned the bend in the road and caught a glimpse of the man, she merely
-nodded and said:
-
-"Good evening, sir."
-
-But, a moment after, noting that the person did not move or reply,
-she cast a shrewd glance into his face and discovered his pumpkin
-head--elaborately carved by Tip's jack-knife.
-
-"Heh!" ejaculated Mombi, giving a sort of grunt; "that rascally boy
-has been playing tricks again! Very good! ve--ry _good_! I'll beat him
-black-and-blue for trying to scare me in this fashion!"
-
-Angrily she raised her stick to smash in the grinning pumpkin head of
-the dummy; but a sudden thought made her pause, the uplifted stick left
-motionless in the air.
-
-"Why, here is a good chance to try my new powder!" said she, eagerly.
-"And then I can tell whether that crooked wizard has fairly traded
-secrets, or whether he has fooled me as wickedly as I fooled him."
-
-So she set down her basket and began fumbling in it for one of the
-precious powders she had obtained.
-
-While Mombi was thus occupied Tip strolled back, with his pockets full
-of nuts, and discovered the old woman standing beside his man and
-apparently not the least bit frightened by it.
-
-At first he was greatly disappointed; but the next moment he became
-curious to know what Mombi was going to do. So he hid behind a hedge,
-where he could see without being seen, and prepared to watch.
-
-After some search the woman drew from her basket an old pepper-box,
-upon the faded label of which the wizard had written with a
-lead-pencil: "Powder of Life."
-
-"Ah--here it is!" she cried, joyfully. "And now let us see if it is
-potent. The stingy wizard didn't give me much of it, but I guess
-there's enough for two or three doses."
-
-[Illustration: "OLD MOMBI DANCED AROUND HIM"]
-
-Tip was much surprised when he overheard this speech. Then he saw old
-Mombi raise her arm and sprinkle the powder from the box over the
-pumpkin head of his man Jack. She did this in the same way one would
-pepper a baked potato, and the powder sifted down from Jack's head and
-scattered over the red shirt and pink waistcoat and purple trousers
-Tip had dressed him in, and a portion even fell upon the patched and
-worn shoes.
-
-Then, putting the pepper-box back into the basket, Mombi lifted her
-left hand, with its little finger pointed upward, and said:
-
-"Weaugh!"
-
-Then she lifted her right hand, with the thumb pointed upward, and said:
-
-"Teaugh!"
-
-Then she lifted both hands, with all the fingers and thumbs spread out,
-and cried:
-
-"Peaugh!"
-
-Jack Pumpkinhead stepped back a pace, at this, and said in a
-reproachful voice:
-
-"Don't yell like that! Do you think I'm deaf?"
-
-Old Mombi danced around him, frantic with delight.
-
-"He lives!" she screamed: "he lives! he lives!"
-
-Then she threw her stick into the air and caught it as it came down;
-and she hugged herself with both arms, and tried to do a step of a jig;
-and all the time she repeated, rapturously:
-
-"He lives!--he lives!--he lives!"
-
-Now you may well suppose that Tip observed all this with amazement.
-
-At first he was so frightened and horrified that he wanted to run
-away, but his legs trembled and shook so badly that he couldn't.
-Then it struck him as a very funny thing for Jack to come to life,
-especially as the expression on his pumpkin face was so droll and
-comical it excited laughter on the instant. So, recovering from his
-first fear, Tip began to laugh; and the merry peals reached old Mombi's
-ears and made her hobble quickly to the hedge, where she seized Tip's
-collar and dragged him back to where she had left her basket and the
-pumpkin-headed man.
-
-"You naughty, sneaking, wicked boy!" she exclaimed, furiously; "I'll
-teach you to spy out my secrets and to make fun of me!"
-
-"I wasn't making fun of you," protested Tip. "I was laughing at old
-Pumpkinhead! Look at him! Isn't he a picture, though?"
-
-"I hope you are not reflecting on my personal appearance," said Jack;
-and it was so funny to hear his grave voice, while his face continued
-to wear its jolly smile, that Tip again burst into a peal of laughter.
-
-Even Mombi was not without a curious interest in the man her magic had
-brought to life; for, after staring at him intently, she presently
-asked:
-
-[Illustration: OLD MOMBI PUTS JACK IN THE STABLE]
-
-"What do you know?"
-
-"Well, that is hard to tell," replied Jack. "For although I feel that
-I know a tremendous lot, I am not yet aware how much there is in the
-world to find out about. It will take me a little time to discover
-whether I am very wise or very foolish."
-
-"To be sure," said Mombi, thoughtfully.
-
-"But what are you going to do with him, now he is alive?" asked Tip,
-wondering.
-
-"I must think it over," answered Mombi. "But we must get home at once,
-for it is growing dark. Help the Pumpkinhead to walk."
-
-"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can walk as well as you can. Haven't I
-got legs and feet, and aren't they jointed?"
-
-"Are they?" asked the woman, turning to Tip.
-
-"Of course they are; I made 'em myself," returned the boy, with pride.
-
-So they started for the house; but when they reached the farm yard old
-Mombi led the pumpkin man to the cow stable and shut him up in an empty
-stall, fastening the door securely on the outside.
-
-"I've got to attend to you, first," she said, nodding her head at Tip.
-
-Hearing this, the boy became uneasy; for he knew Mombi had a bad and
-revengeful heart, and would not hesitate to do any evil thing.
-
-They entered the house. It was a round, dome-shaped structure, as are
-nearly all the farm houses in the Land of Oz.
-
-Mombi bade the boy light a candle, while she put her basket in a
-cupboard and hung her cloak on a peg. Tip obeyed quickly, for he was
-afraid of her.
-
-After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered him to build a fire
-in the hearth, and while Tip was thus engaged the old woman ate her
-supper. When the flames began to crackle the boy came to her and asked
-a share of the bread and cheese; but Mombi refused him.
-
-"I'm hungry!" said Tip, in a sulky tone.
-
-"You won't be hungry long," replied Mombi, with a grim look.
-
-The boy didn't like this speech, for it sounded like a threat; but he
-happened to remember he had nuts in his pocket, so he cracked some of
-those and ate them while the woman rose, shook the crumbs from her
-apron, and hung above the fire a small black kettle.
-
-Then she measured out equal parts of milk and vinegar and poured them
-into the kettle. Next she produced several packets of herbs and
-powders and began adding a portion of each to the contents of the
-kettle. Occasionally she would draw near the candle and read from a
-yellow paper the recipe of the mess she was concocting.
-
-As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased.
-
-"What is that for?" he asked.
-
-"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.
-
-Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared awhile at the kettle,
-which was beginning to bubble. Then he would glance at the stern and
-wrinkled features of the witch and wish he were any place but in that
-dim and smoky kitchen, where even the shadows cast by the candle upon
-the wall were enough to give one the horrors. So an hour passed away,
-during which the silence was only broken by the bubbling of the pot and
-the hissing of the flames.
-
-Finally, Tip spoke again.
-
-"Have I got to drink that stuff?" he asked, nodding toward the pot.
-
-"Yes," said Mombi.
-
-"What'll it do to me?" asked Tip.
-
-"If it's properly made," replied Mombi, "it will change or transform
-you into a marble statue."
-
-Tip groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his
-sleeve.
-
-"I don't want to be a marble statue!" he protested.
-
-"That doesn't matter; I want you to be one," said the old woman,
-looking at him severely.
-
-"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip. "There won't be any one to work for
-you."
-
-"I'll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said Mombi.
-
-Again Tip groaned.
-
-"Why don't you change me into a goat, or a chicken?" he asked,
-anxiously. "You can't do anything with a marble statue."
-
-"Oh, yes; I can," returned Mombi. "I'm going to plant a flower garden,
-next Spring, and I'll put you in the middle of it, for an ornament. I
-wonder I haven't thought of that before; you've been a bother to me for
-years."
-
-At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration starting all
-over his body; but he sat still and shivered and looked anxiously at
-the kettle.
-
-"Perhaps it won't work," he muttered, in a voice that sounded weak and
-discouraged.
-
-"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make a
-mistake."
-
-Again there was a period of silence--a silence so long and gloomy that
-when Mombi finally lifted the kettle from the fire it was close to
-midnight.
-
-[Illustration: "I DON'T WANT TO BE A MARBLE STATUE."]
-
-"You cannot drink it until it has become quite cold," announced the
-old witch--for in spite of the law she had acknowledged practising
-witchcraft. "We must both go to bed now, and at daybreak I will call
-you and at once complete your transformation into a marble statue."
-
-With this she hobbled into her room, bearing the steaming kettle with
-her, and Tip heard her close and lock the door.
-
-The boy did not go to bed, as he had been commanded to do, but still
-sat glaring at the embers of the dying fire.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Flight of the
-    Fugitives
-]
-
-
-Tip reflected.
-
-"It's a hard thing, to be a marble statue," he thought, rebelliously,
-"and I'm not going to stand it. For years I've been a bother to her,
-she says; so she's going to get rid of me. Well, there's an easier way
-than to become a statue. No boy could have any fun forever standing in
-the middle of a flower garden! I'll run away, that's what I'll do--and
-I may as well go before she makes me drink that nasty stuff in the
-kettle."
-
-He waited until the snores of the old witch announced she was fast
-asleep, and then he arose softly and went to the cupboard to find
-something to eat.
-
-"No use starting on a journey without food," he decided, searching upon
-the narrow shelves.
-
-He found some crusts of bread; but he had to look into Mombi's basket
-to find the cheese she had brought from the village. While turning over
-the contents of the basket he came upon the pepper-box which contained
-the "Powder of Life."
-
-"I may as well take this with me," he thought, "or Mombi'll be using it
-to make more mischief with." So he put the box in his pocket, together
-with the bread and cheese.
-
-Then he cautiously left the house and latched the door behind him.
-Outside both moon and stars shone brightly, and the night seemed
-peaceful and inviting after the close and ill-smelling kitchen.
-
-"I'll be glad to get away," said Tip, softly; "for I never did like
-that old woman. I wonder how I ever came to live with her."
-
-He was walking slowly toward the road when a thought made him pause.
-
-"I don't like to leave Jack Pumpkinhead to the tender mercies of old
-Mombi," he muttered. "And Jack belongs to me, for I made him--even if
-the old witch did bring him to life."
-
-He retraced his steps to the cow-stable and opened the door of the
-stall where the pumpkin-headed man had been left.
-
-[Illustration: "TIP LED HIM ALONG THE PATH."]
-
-Jack was standing in the middle of the stall, and by the moonlight Tip
-could see he was smiling just as jovially as ever.
-
-"Come on!" said the boy, beckoning.
-
-"Where to?" asked Jack.
-
-"You'll know as soon as I do," answered Tip, smiling sympathetically
-into the pumpkin face. "All we've got to do now is to tramp."
-
-"Very well," returned Jack, and walked awkwardly out of the stable and
-into the moonlight.
-
-Tip turned toward the road and the man followed him. Jack walked with a
-sort of limp, and occasionally one of the joints of his legs would turn
-backward, instead of frontwise, almost causing him to tumble. But the
-Pumpkinhead was quick to notice this, and began to take more pains to
-step carefully; so that he met with few accidents.
-
-Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant. They could not
-go very fast, but they walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank
-away and the sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a
-distance that the boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch.
-Moreover, he had turned first into one path, and then into another, so
-that should anyone follow them it would prove very difficult to guess
-which way they had gone, or where to seek them.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Fairly satisfied that he had escaped--for a time, at least--being
-turned into a marble statue, the boy stopped his companion and seated
-himself upon a rock by the roadside.
-
-"Let's have some breakfast," he said.
-
-Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously, but refused to join in the
-repast.
-
-"I don't seem to be made the same way you are," he said.
-
-"I know you are not," returned Tip; "for I made you."
-
-"Oh! Did you?" asked Jack.
-
-"Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and
-ears and mouth," said Tip proudly. "And dressed you."
-
-Jack looked at his body and limbs critically.
-
-"It strikes me you made a very good job of it," he remarked.
-
-"Just so-so," replied Tip, modestly; for he began to see certain
-defects in the construction of his man. "If I'd known we were going to
-travel together I might have been a little more particular."
-
-"Why, then," said the Pumpkinhead, in a tone that expressed surprise,
-"you must be my creator--my parent--my father!"
-
-"Or your inventor," replied the boy with a laugh. "Yes, my son; I
-really believe I am!"
-
-"Then I owe you obedience," continued the man, "and you owe
-me--support."
-
-"That's it, exactly," declared Tip, jumping up. "So let us be off."
-
-"Where are we going?" asked Jack, when they had resumed their journey.
-
-"I'm not exactly sure," said the boy; "but I believe we are headed
-South, and that will bring us, sooner or later, to the Emerald City."
-
-"What city is that?" enquired the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Why, it's the center of the Land of Oz, and the biggest town in all
-the country. I've never been there, myself, but I've heard all about
-its history. It was built by a mighty and wonderful Wizard named Oz,
-and everything there is of a green color--just as everything in this
-Country of the Gillikins is of a purple color."
-
-"Is everything here purple?" asked Jack.
-
-"Of course it is. Can't you see?" returned the boy.
-
-"I believe I must be color-blind," said the Pumpkinhead, after staring
-about him.
-
-"Well, the grass is purple, and the trees are purple, and the houses
-and fences are purple," explained Tip. "Even the mud in the roads is
-purple. But in the Emerald City everything is green that is purple
-here. And in the Country of the Munchkins, over at the East, everything
-is blue; and in the South country of the Quadlings everything is red;
-and in the West country of the Winkies, where the Tin Woodman rules,
-everything is yellow."
-
-"Oh!" said Jack. Then, after a pause, he asked: "Did you say a Tin
-Woodman rules the Winkies?"
-
-"Yes; he was one of those who helped Dorothy to destroy the Wicked
-Witch of the West, and the Winkies were so grateful that they invited
-him to become their ruler,--just as the people of the Emerald City
-invited the Scarecrow to rule them."
-
-"Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm getting confused with all this history. Who
-is the Scarecrow?"
-
-"Another friend of Dorothy's," replied Tip.
-
-"And who is Dorothy?"
-
-"She was a girl that came here from Kansas, a place in the big, outside
-World. She got blown to the Land of Oz by a cyclone, and while she was
-here the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman accompanied her on her travels."
-
-"And where is she now?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Glinda the Good, who rules the Quadlings, sent her home again," said
-the boy.
-
-"Oh. And what became of the Scarecrow?"
-
-"I told you. He rules the Emerald City," answered Tip.
-
-"I thought you said it was ruled by a wonderful Wizard," objected Jack,
-seeming more and more confused.
-
-"Well, so I did. Now, pay attention, and I'll explain it," said Tip,
-speaking slowly and looking the smiling Pumpkinhead squarely in the
-eye. "Dorothy went to the Emerald City to ask the Wizard to send her
-back to Kansas; and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman went with her.
-But the Wizard couldn't send her back, because he wasn't so much of a
-Wizard as he might have been. And then they got angry at the Wizard,
-and threatened to expose him; so the Wizard made a big balloon and
-escaped in it, and no one has ever seen him since."
-
-"Now, that is very interesting history," said Jack, well pleased; "and
-I understand it perfectly--all but the explanation."
-
-"I'm glad you do," responded Tip. "After the Wizard was gone, the
-people of the Emerald City made His Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King;
-and I have heard that he became a very popular ruler."
-
-"Are we going to see this queer King?" asked Jack, with interest.
-
-"I think we may as well," replied the boy; "unless you have something
-better to do."
-
-"Oh, no, dear father," said the Pumpkinhead. "I am quite willing to go
-wherever you please."
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Tip Makes an
-    Experiment in Magic
-]
-
-
-The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance, seemed somewhat
-embarrassed at being called "father" by the tall, awkward,
-pumpkin-headed man; but to deny the relationship would involve another
-long and tedious explanation; so he changed the subject by asking,
-abruptly:
-
-"Are you tired?"
-
-"Of course not!" replied the other. "But," he continued, after a pause,
-"it is quite certain I shall wear out my wooden joints if I keep on
-walking."
-
-Tip reflected, as they journeyed on, that this was true. He began to
-regret that he had not constructed the wooden limbs more carefully and
-substantially. Yet how could he ever have guessed that the man he had
-made merely to scare old Mombi with would be brought to life by means
-of a magical powder contained in an old pepper-box?
-
-So he ceased to reproach himself, and began to think how he might yet
-remedy the deficiencies of Jack's weak joints.
-
-While thus engaged they came to the edge of a wood, and the boy sat
-down to rest upon an old saw-horse that some woodcutter had left there.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"Why don't you sit down?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Won't it strain my joints?" inquired the other.
-
-"Of course not. It'll rest them," declared the boy.
-
-So Jack tried to sit down; but as soon as he bent his joints farther
-than usual they gave way altogether, and he came clattering to the
-ground with such a crash that Tip feared he was entirely ruined.
-
-He rushed to the man, lifted him to his feet, straightened his arms and
-legs, and felt of his head to see if by chance it had become cracked.
-But Jack seemed to be in pretty good shape, after all, and Tip said to
-him:
-
-"I guess you'd better remain standing, hereafter. It seems the safest
-way."
-
-"Very well, dear father; just as you say," replied the smiling Jack,
-who had been in no wise confused by his tumble.
-
-Tip sat down again. Presently the Pumpkinhead asked:
-
-"What is that thing you are sitting on?"
-
-"Oh, this is a horse," replied the boy, carelessly.
-
-"What is a horse?" demanded Jack.
-
-"A horse? Why, there are two kinds of horses," returned Tip, slightly
-puzzled how to explain. "One kind of horse is alive, and has four legs
-and a head and a tail. And people ride upon its back."
-
-"I understand," said Jack, cheerfully. "That's the kind of horse you
-are now sitting on."
-
-"No, it isn't," answered Tip, promptly.
-
-"Why not? That one has four legs, and a head, and a tail."
-
-Tip looked at the saw-horse more carefully, and found that the
-Pumpkinhead was right. The body had been formed from a tree-trunk, and
-a branch had been left sticking up at one end that looked very much
-like a tail. In the other end were two big knots that resembled eyes,
-and a place had been chopped away that might easily be mistaken for the
-horse's mouth. As for the legs, they were four straight limbs cut from
-trees and stuck fast into the body, being spread wide apart so that the
-saw-horse would stand firmly when a log was laid across it to be sawed.
-
-"This thing resembles a real horse more than I imagined," said Tip,
-trying to explain. "But a real horse is alive, and trots and prances
-and eats oats, while this is nothing more than a dead horse, made of
-wood, and used to saw logs upon."
-
-"If it were alive, wouldn't it trot, and prance, and eat oats?"
-inquired the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"It would trot and prance, perhaps; but it wouldn't eat oats," replied
-the boy, laughing at the idea. "And of course it can't ever be alive,
-because it is made of wood."
-
-"So am I," answered the man.
-
-Tip looked at him in surprise.
-
-"Why, so you are!" he exclaimed. "And the magic powder that brought you
-to life is here in my pocket."
-
-[Illustration: THE MAGICAL POWDER OF LIFE]
-
-He brought out the pepper box, and eyed it curiously.
-
-"I wonder," said he, musingly, "if it would bring the saw-horse to
-life."
-
-"If it would," returned Jack, calmly--for nothing seemed to surprise
-him--"I could ride on its back, and that would save my joints from
-wearing out."
-
-"I'll try it!" cried the boy, jumping up. "But I wonder if I can
-remember the words old Mombi said, and the way she held her hands up."
-
-He thought it over for a minute, and as he had watched carefully from
-the hedge every motion of the old witch, and listened to her words, he
-believed he could repeat exactly what she had said and done.
-
-So he began by sprinkling some of the magic Powder of Life from the
-pepper-box upon the body of the saw-horse. Then he lifted his left
-hand, with the little finger pointing upward, and said "Weaugh!"
-
-"What does that mean, dear father?" asked Jack, curiously.
-
-"I don't know," answered Tip. Then he lifted his right hand, with the
-thumb pointing upward, and said: "Teaugh!"
-
-"What's that, dear father?" inquired Jack.
-
-"It means you must keep quiet!" replied the boy, provoked at being
-interrupted at so important a moment.
-
-"How fast I am learning!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, with his eternal
-smile.
-
-Tip now lifted both hands above his head, with all the fingers and
-thumbs spread out, and cried in a loud voice: "Peaugh!"
-
-Immediately the saw-horse moved, stretched its legs, yawned with its
-chopped-out mouth, and shook a few grains of the powder off its back.
-The rest of the powder seemed to have vanished into the body of the
-horse.
-
-"Good!" called Jack, while the boy looked on in astonishment. "You are
-a very clever sorcerer, dear father!"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Awakening
-    of the Saw-Horse
-]
-
-
-The Saw-Horse, finding himself alive, seemed even more astonished
-than Tip. He rolled his knotty eyes from side to side, taking a first
-wondering view of the world in which he had now so important an
-existence. Then he tried to look at himself; but he had, indeed, no
-neck to turn; so that in the endeavor to see his body he kept circling
-around and around, without catching even a glimpse of it. His legs
-were stiff and awkward, for there were no knee-joints in them; so that
-presently he bumped against Jack Pumpkinhead and sent that personage
-tumbling upon the moss that lined the roadside.
-
-Tip became alarmed at this accident, as well as at the persistence of
-the Saw-Horse in prancing around in a circle; so he called out:
-
-"Whoa! Whoa, there!"
-
-The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the next
-instant brought one of his wooden legs down upon Tip's foot so forcibly
-that the boy danced away in pain to a safer distance, from where he
-again yelled:
-
-"Whoa! Whoa, I say!"
-
-Jack had now managed to raise himself to a sitting position, and he
-looked at the Saw-Horse with much interest.
-
-"I don't believe the animal can hear you," he remarked.
-
-"I shout loud enough, don't I?" answered Tip, angrily.
-
-"Yes; but the horse has no ears," said the smiling Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Sure enough!" exclaimed Tip, noting the fact for the first time. "How,
-then, am I going to stop him?"
-
-But at that instant the Saw-Horse stopped himself, having concluded it
-was impossible to see his own body. He saw Tip, however, and came close
-to the boy to observe him more fully.
-
-It was really comical to see the creature walk; for it moved the legs
-on its right side together, and those on its left side together, as a
-pacing horse does; and that made its body rock sidewise, like a cradle.
-
-Tip patted it upon the head, and said "Good boy! Good boy!" in a
-coaxing tone; and the Saw-Horse pranced away to examine with its
-bulging eyes the form of Jack Pumpkinhead.
-
-"I must find a halter for him," said Tip; and having made a search
-in his pocket he produced a roll of strong cord. Unwinding this,
-he approached the Saw-Horse and tied the cord around its neck,
-afterward fastening the other end to a large tree. The Saw-Horse, not
-understanding the action, stepped backward and snapped the string
-easily; but it made no attempt to run away.
-
-"He's stronger than I thought," said the boy, "and rather obstinate,
-too."
-
-"Why don't you make him some ears?" asked Jack. "Then you can tell him
-what to do."
-
-"That's a splendid idea!" said Tip. "How did you happen to think of it?"
-
-"Why, I didn't think of it," answered the Pumpkinhead; "I didn't need
-to, for it's the simplest and easiest thing to do."
-
-So Tip got out his knife and fashioned some ears out of the bark of a
-small tree.
-
-"I mustn't make them too big," he said, as he whittled, "or our horse
-would become a donkey."
-
-"How is that?" inquired Jack, from the roadside.
-
-"Why, a horse has bigger ears than a man; and a donkey has bigger ears
-than a horse," explained Tip.
-
-"Then, if my ears were longer, would I be a horse?" asked Jack.
-
-"My friend," said Tip, gravely, "you'll never be anything but a
-Pumpkinhead, no matter how big your ears are."
-
-"Oh," returned Jack, nodding; "I think I understand."
-
-"If you do, you're a wonder," remarked the boy; "but there's no harm in
-_thinking_ you understand. I guess these ears are ready now. Will you
-hold the horse while I stick them on?"
-
-"Certainly, if you'll help me up," said Jack.
-
-So Tip raised him to his feet, and the Pumpkinhead went to the horse
-and held its head while the boy bored two holes in it with his
-knife-blade and inserted the ears.
-
-"They make him look very handsome," said Jack, admiringly.
-
-But those words, spoken close to the Saw-Horse, and being the first
-sounds he had ever heard, so startled the animal that he made a bound
-forward and tumbled Tip on one side and Jack on the other. Then he
-continued to rush forward as if frightened by the clatter of his own
-footsteps.
-
-"Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking himself up; "whoa! you idiot--whoa!"
-
-The Saw-Horse would probably have paid no attention to this, but just
-then it stepped a leg into a gopher-hole and stumbled head-over-heels
-to the ground, where it lay upon its back, frantically waving its four
-legs in the air.
-
-Tip ran up to it.
-
-"You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't
-you stop when I yelled 'whoa?'"
-
-"Does 'whoa' mean to stop?" asked the Saw-Horse, in a surprised voice,
-as it rolled its eyes upward to look at the boy.
-
-"Of course it does," answered Tip.
-
-"And a hole in the ground means to stop, also, doesn't it?" continued
-the horse.
-
-"To be sure; unless you step over it," said Tip.
-
-"What a strange place this is," the creature exclaimed, as if amazed.
-"What am I doing here, anyway?"
-
-[Illustration: "DO KEEP THOSE LEGS STILL."]
-
-"Why, I've brought you to life," answered the boy; "but it won't hurt
-you any, if you mind me and do as I tell you."
-
-"Then I will do as you tell me," replied the Saw-Horse, humbly. "But
-what happened to me, a moment ago? I don't seem to be just right,
-someway."
-
-"You're upside down," explained Tip. "But just keep those legs still a
-minute and I'll set you right side up again."
-
-"How many sides have I?" asked the creature, wonderingly.
-
-"Several," said Tip, briefly. "But do keep those legs still."
-
-The Saw-Horse now became quiet, and held its legs rigid; so that Tip,
-after several efforts, was able to roll him over and set him upright.
-
-"Ah, I seem all right now," said the queer animal, with a sigh.
-
-"One of your ears is broken," Tip announced, after a careful
-examination. "I'll have to make a new one."
-
-Then he led the Saw-Horse back to where Jack was vainly struggling to
-regain his feet, and after assisting the Pumpkinhead to stand upright
-Tip whittled out a new ear and fastened it to the horse's head.
-
-"Now," said he, addressing his steed, "pay attention to what I'm going
-to tell you. 'Whoa!' means to stop; 'Get-Up!' means to walk forward;
-'Trot!' means to go as fast as you can. Understand?"
-
-"I believe I do," returned the horse.
-
-"Very good. We are all going on a journey to the Emerald City, to see
-His Majesty, the Scarecrow; and Jack Pumpkinhead is going to ride on
-your back, so he won't wear out his joints."
-
-"I don't mind," said the Saw-Horse. "Anything that suits you suits me."
-
-Then Tip assisted Jack to get upon the horse.
-
-"Hold on tight," he cautioned, "or you may fall off and crack your
-pumpkin head."
-
-"That would be horrible!" said Jack, with a shudder. "What shall I hold
-on to?"
-
-"Why, hold on to his ears," replied Tip, after a moment's hesitation.
-
-"Don't do that!" remonstrated the Saw-Horse; "for then I can't hear."
-
-That seemed reasonable, so Tip tried to think of something else.
-
-"I'll fix it!" said he, at length. He went into the wood and cut a
-short length of limb from a young, stout tree. One end of this he
-sharpened to a point, and then he dug a hole in the back of the
-Saw-Horse, just behind its head. Next he brought a piece of rock from
-the road and hammered the post firmly into the animal's back.
-
-[Illustration: "DOES IT HURT?" ASKED THE BOY.]
-
-"Stop! Stop!" shouted the horse; "you're jarring me terribly."
-
-"Does it hurt?" asked the boy.
-
-"Not exactly hurt," answered the animal; "but it makes me quite nervous
-to be jarred."
-
-"Well, it's all over now," said Tip, encouragingly. "Now, Jack, be sure
-to hold fast to this post, and then you can't fall off and get smashed."
-
-So Jack held on tight, and Tip said to the horse:
-
-"Get-up."
-
-The obedient creature at once walked forward, rocking from side to side
-as he raised his feet from the ground.
-
-Tip walked beside the Saw-Horse, quite content with this addition to
-their party. Presently he began to whistle.
-
-"What does that sound mean?" asked the horse.
-
-"Don't pay any attention to it," said Tip. "I'm just whistling, and
-that only means I'm pretty well satisfied."
-
-"I'd whistle myself, if I could push my lips together," remarked Jack.
-"I fear, dear father, that in some respects I am sadly lacking."
-
-After journeying on for some distance the narrow path they were
-following turned into a broad road-way, paved with yellow brick. By the
-side of the road Tip noticed a sign-post that read:
-
-"NINE MILES TO THE EMERALD CITY."
-
-But it was now growing dark, so he decided to camp for the night by the
-roadside and to resume the journey next morning by daybreak. He led the
-Saw-Horse to a grassy mound upon which grew several bushy trees, and
-carefully assisted the Pumpkinhead to alight.
-
-"I think I'll lay you upon the ground, overnight," said the boy. "You
-will be safer that way."
-
-"How about me?" asked the Saw-Horse.
-
-"It won't hurt you to stand," replied Tip; "and, as you can't sleep,
-you may as well watch out and see that no one comes near to disturb us."
-
-Then the boy stretched himself upon the grass beside the Pumpkinhead,
-and being greatly wearied by the journey was soon fast asleep.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride
-    to the Emerald City
-]
-
-
-At daybreak Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead. He rubbed the sleep
-from his eyes, bathed in a little brook, and then ate a portion of his
-bread and cheese. Having thus prepared for a new day the boy said:
-
-"Let us start at once. Nine miles is quite a distance, but we ought to
-reach the Emerald City by noon if no accidents happen."
-
-So the Pumpkinhead was again perched upon the back of the Saw-Horse and
-the journey was resumed.
-
-Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded
-to a dull lavender, and before long this lavender appeared to take on
-a greenish tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the
-great City where the Scarecrow ruled.
-
-The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when
-the road of yellow brick was parted by a broad and swift river. Tip was
-puzzled how to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a
-ferry-boat approaching from the other side of the stream.
-
-When the man reached the bank Tip asked:
-
-"Will you row us to the other side?"
-
-"Yes, if you have money," returned the ferryman, whose face looked
-cross and disagreeable.
-
-"But I have no money," said Tip.
-
-"None at all?" inquired the man.
-
-"None at all," answered the boy.
-
-"Then I'll not break my back rowing you over," said the ferryman,
-decidedly.
-
-"What a nice man!" remarked the Pumpkinhead, smilingly.
-
-The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply. Tip was trying to
-think, for it was a great disappointment to him to find his journey so
-suddenly brought to an end.
-
-"I must certainly get to the Emerald City," he said to the boatman;
-"but how can I cross the river if you do not take me?"
-
-The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh.
-
-"That wooden horse will float," said he; "and you can ride him across.
-As for the pumpkin-headed loon who accompanies you, let him sink or
-swim--it won't matter greatly which."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"Don't worry about me," said Jack, smiling pleasantly upon the crabbed
-ferryman; "I'm sure I ought to float beautifully."
-
-Tip thought the experiment was worth making, and the Saw-Horse, who did
-not know what danger meant, offered no objections whatever. So the boy
-led it down into the water and climbed upon its back. Jack also waded
-in up to his knees and grasped the tail of the horse so that he might
-keep his pumpkin head above the water.
-
-"Now," said Tip, instructing the Saw-Horse, "if you wiggle your legs
-you will probably swim; and if you swim we shall probably reach the
-other side."
-
-The Saw-Horse at once began to wiggle its legs, which acted as oars and
-moved the adventurers slowly across the river to the opposite side.
-So successful was the trip that presently they were climbing, wet and
-dripping, up the grassy bank.
-
-Tip's trouser-legs and shoes were thoroughly soaked; but the Saw-Horse
-had floated so perfectly that from his knees up the boy was entirely
-dry. As for the Pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous clothing
-dripped water.
-
-"The sun will soon dry us," said Tip; "and, anyhow, we are now safely
-across, in spite of the ferryman, and can continue our journey."
-
-"I didn't mind swimming, at all," remarked the horse.
-
-"Nor did I," added Jack.
-
-They soon regained the road of yellow brick, which proved to be a
-continuation of the road they had left on the other side, and then Tip
-once more mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the Saw-Horse.
-
-"If you ride fast," said he, "the wind will help to dry your clothing.
-I will hold on to the horse's tail and run after you. In this way we
-all will become dry in a very short time."
-
-"Then the horse must step lively," said Jack.
-
-"I'll do my best," returned the Saw-Horse, cheerfully.
-
-Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as tail to the Saw-Horse,
-and called loudly: "Get-up!"
-
-The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed behind. Then he
-decided they could go faster, so he shouted: "Trot!"
-
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-
-Now, the Saw-Horse remembered that this word was the command to go as
-fast as he could; so he began rocking along the road at a tremendous
-pace, and Tip had hard work--running faster than he ever had before in
-his life--to keep his feet.
-
-Soon he was out of breath, and although he wanted to call "Whoa!" to
-the horse, he found he could not get the word out of his throat. Then
-the end of the tail he was clutching, being nothing more than a dead
-branch, suddenly broke away, and the next minute the boy was rolling
-in the dust of the road, while the horse and its pumpkin-headed rider
-dashed on and quickly disappeared in the distance.
-
-By the time Tip had picked himself up and cleared the dust from his
-throat so he could say "Whoa!" there was no further need of saying it,
-for the horse was long since out of sight.
-
-So he did the only sensible thing he could do. He sat down and took a
-good rest, and afterward began walking along the road.
-
-"Some time I will surely overtake them," he reflected; "for the road
-will end at the gates of the Emerald City, and they can go no further
-than that."
-
-Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and the Saw-Horse was
-tearing along the road like a racer. Neither of them knew Tip was left
-behind, for the Pumpkinhead did not look around and the Saw-Horse
-couldn't.
-
-As he rode, Jack noticed that the grass and trees had become a bright
-emerald-green in color, so he guessed they were nearing the Emerald
-City even before the tall spires and domes came into sight.
-
-At length a high wall of green stone, studded thick with emeralds,
-loomed up before them; and fearing the Saw-Horse would not know enough
-to stop and so might smash them both against this wall, Jack ventured
-to cry "Whoa!" as loud as he could.
-
-So suddenly did the horse obey that had it not been for his post Jack
-would have been pitched off head foremost, and his beautiful face
-ruined.
-
-"That was a fast ride, dear father!" he exclaimed; and then, hearing no
-reply, he turned around and discovered for the first time that Tip was
-not there.
-
-This apparent desertion puzzled the Pumpkinhead, and made him uneasy.
-And while he was wondering what had become of the boy, and what he
-ought to do next under such trying circumstances, the gateway in the
-green wall opened and a man came out.
-
-This man was short and round, with a fat face that seemed remarkably
-good-natured. He was clothed all in green and wore a high, peaked green
-hat upon his head and green spectacles over his eyes. Bowing before the
-Pumpkinhead he said:
-
-"I am the Guardian of the Gates of the Emerald City. May I inquire who
-you are, and what is your business?"
-
-"My name is Jack Pumpkinhead," returned the other, smilingly; "but as
-to my business, I haven't the least idea in the world what it is."
-
-The Guardian of the Gates looked surprised, and shook his head as if
-dissatisfied with the reply.
-
-"What are you, a man or a pumpkin?" he asked, politely.
-
-"Both, if you please," answered Jack.
-
-"And this wooden horse--is it alive?" questioned the Guardian.
-
-The horse rolled one knotty eye upward and winked at Jack. Then it gave
-a prance and brought one leg down on the Guardian's toes.
-
-"Ouch!" cried the man; "I'm sorry I asked that question. But the answer
-is most convincing. Have you any errand, sir, in the Emerald City?"
-
-"It seems to me that I have," replied the Pumpkinhead, seriously; "but
-I cannot think what it is. My father knows all about it, but he is not
-here."
-
-"This is a strange affair--very strange!" declared the Guardian. "But
-you seem harmless. Folks do not smile so delightfully when they mean
-mischief."
-
-"As for that," said Jack, "I cannot help my smile, for it is carved on
-my face with a jack-knife."
-
-"Well, come with me into my room," resumed the Guardian, "and I will
-see what can be done for you."
-
-So Jack rode the Saw-Horse through the gate-way into a little room
-built into the wall. The Guardian pulled a bell-cord, and presently
-a very tall soldier--clothed in a green uniform--entered from the
-opposite door. This soldier carried a long green gun over his shoulder
-and had lovely green whiskers that fell quite to his knees. The
-Guardian at once addressed him, saying:
-
-"Here is a strange gentleman who doesn't know why he has come to the
-Emerald City, or what he wants. Tell me, what shall we do with him?"
-
-The Soldier with the Green Whiskers looked at Jack with much care and
-curiosity. Finally he shook his head so positively that little waves
-rippled down his whiskers, and then he said:
-
-"I must take him to His Majesty, the Scarecrow."
-
-"But what will His Majesty, the Scarecrow, do with him?" asked the
-Guardian of the Gates.
-
-"That is His Majesty's business," returned the soldier. "I have
-troubles enough of my own. All outside troubles must be turned over to
-His Majesty. So put the spectacles on this fellow, and I'll take him to
-the royal palace."
-
-So the Guardian opened a big box of spectacles and tried to fit a pair
-to Jack's great round eyes.
-
-"I haven't a pair in stock that will really cover those eyes up," said
-the little man, with a sigh; "and your head is so big that I shall be
-obliged to tie the spectacles on."
-
-"But why need I wear spectacles?" asked Jack.
-
-"It's the fashion here," said the Soldier, "and they will keep you from
-being blinded by the glitter and glare of the gorgeous Emerald City."
-
-"Oh!" exclaimed Jack. "Tie them on, by all means. I don't wish to be
-blinded."
-
-"Nor I!" broke in the Saw-Horse; so a pair of green spectacles was
-quickly fastened over the bulging knots that served it for eyes.
-
-Then the Soldier with the Green Whiskers led them through the inner
-gate and they at once found themselves in the main street of the
-magnificent Emerald City.
-
-Sparkling green gems ornamented the fronts of the beautiful houses and
-the towers and turrets were all faced with emeralds. Even the green
-marble pavement glittered with precious stones, and it was indeed a
-grand and marvelous sight to one who beheld it for the first time.
-
-However, the Pumpkinhead and the Saw-Horse, knowing nothing of wealth
-and beauty, paid little attention to the wonderful sights they saw
-through their green spectacles. They calmly followed after the green
-soldier and scarcely noticed the crowds of green people who stared
-at them in surprise. When a green dog ran out and barked at them the
-Saw-Horse promptly kicked at it with its wooden leg and sent the little
-animal howling into one of the houses; but nothing more serious than
-this happened to interrupt their progress to the royal palace.
-
-The Pumpkinhead wanted to ride up the green marble steps and straight
-into the Scarecrow's presence; but the soldier would not permit that.
-So Jack dismounted, with much difficulty, and a servant led the
-Saw-Horse around to the rear while the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
-escorted the Pumpkinhead into the palace, by the front entrance.
-
-The stranger was left in a handsomely furnished waiting room while the
-soldier went to announce him. It so happened that at this hour His
-Majesty was at leisure and greatly bored for want of something to do,
-so he ordered his visitor to be shown at once into his throne room.
-
-Jack felt no fear or embarrassment at meeting the ruler of this
-magnificent city, for he was entirely ignorant of all worldly customs.
-But when he entered the room and saw for the first time His Majesty
-the Scarecrow seated upon his glittering throne, he stopped short in
-amazement.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    His majesty the Scarecrow
-]
-
-
-I suppose every reader of this book knows what a scarecrow is; but Jack
-Pumpkinhead, never having seen such a creation, was more surprised at
-meeting the remarkable King of the Emerald City than by any other one
-experience of his brief life.
-
-His Majesty the Scarecrow was dressed in a suit of faded blue clothes,
-and his head was merely a small sack stuffed with straw, upon which
-eyes, ears, a nose and a mouth had been rudely painted to represent a
-face. The clothes were also stuffed with straw, and that so unevenly
-or carelessly that his Majesty's legs and arms seemed more bumpy
-than was necessary. Upon his hands were gloves with long fingers,
-and these were padded with cotton. Wisps of straw stuck out from the
-monarch's coat and also from his neck and boot-tops. Upon his head
-he wore a heavy golden crown set thick with sparkling jewels, and
-the weight of this crown caused his brow to sag in wrinkles, giving
-a thoughtful expression to the painted face. Indeed, the crown alone
-betokened majesty; in all else the Scarecrow King was but a simple
-scarecrow--flimsy, awkward, and unsubstantial.
-
-But if the strange appearance of his Majesty the Scarecrow seemed
-startling to Jack, no less wonderful was the form of the Pumpkinhead
-to the Scarecrow. The purple trousers and pink waistcoat and red
-shirt hung loosely over the wooden joints Tip had manufactured, and
-the carved face on the pumpkin grinned perpetually, as if its wearer
-considered life the jolliest thing imaginable.
-
-At first, indeed, His Majesty thought his queer visitor was laughing at
-him, and was inclined to resent such a liberty; but it was not without
-reason that the Scarecrow had attained the reputation of being the
-wisest personage in the Land of Oz. He made a more careful examination
-of his visitor, and soon discovered that Jack's features were carved
-into a smile and that he could not look grave if he wished to.
-
-The King was the first to speak. After regarding
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Jack for some minutes he said, in a tone of wonder:
-
-"Where on earth did you come from, and how do you happen to be alive?"
-
-"I beg your Majesty's pardon," returned the Pumpkinhead; "but I do not
-understand you."
-
-"What don't you understand?" asked the Scarecrow.
-
-"Why, I don't understand your language. You see, I came from the
-Country of the Gillikins, so that I am a foreigner."
-
-"Ah, to be sure!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "I myself speak the language
-of the Munchkins, which is also the language of the Emerald City. But
-you, I suppose, speak the language of the Pumpkinheads?"
-
-"Exactly so, your Majesty," replied the other, bowing; "so it will be
-impossible for us to understand one another."
-
-"That is unfortunate, certainly," said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "We
-must have an interpreter."
-
-"What is an interpreter?" asked Jack.
-
-"A person who understands both my language and your own. When I say
-anything, the interpreter can tell you what I mean; and when you
-say anything the interpreter can tell me what _you_ mean. For the
-interpreter can speak both languages as well as understand them."
-
-"That is certainly clever," said Jack, greatly pleased at finding so
-simple a way out of the difficulty.
-
-So the Scarecrow commanded the Soldier with the Green Whiskers to
-search among his people until he found one who understood the language
-of the Gillikins as well as the language of the Emerald City, and to
-bring that person to him at once.
-
-When the Soldier had departed the Scarecrow said:
-
-"Won't you take a chair while we are waiting?"
-
-"Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand you," replied the
-Pumpkinhead. "If you wish me to sit down you must make a sign for me to
-do so."
-
-The Scarecrow came down from his throne and rolled an armchair to a
-position behind the Pumpkinhead. Then he gave Jack a sudden push that
-sent him sprawling upon the cushions in so awkward a fashion that he
-doubled up like a jack-knife, and had hard work to untangle himself.
-
-"Did you understand that sign?" asked His Majesty, politely.
-
-"Perfectly," declared Jack, reaching up his arms to turn his head
-to the front, the pumpkin having twisted around upon the stick that
-supported it.
-
-"You seem hastily made," remarked the Scarecrow, watching Jack's
-efforts to straighten himself.
-
-"Not more so than your Majesty," was the frank reply.
-
-"There is this difference between us," said the Scarecrow, "that
-whereas I will bend, but not break, you will break, but not bend."
-
-[Illustration: "HE GAVE JACK A SUDDEN PUSH."]
-
-At this moment the soldier returned leading a young girl by the hand.
-She seemed very sweet and modest, having a pretty face and beautiful
-green eyes and hair. A dainty green silk skirt reached to her knees,
-showing silk stockings embroidered with pea-pods, and green satin
-slippers with bunches of lettuce for decorations instead of bows or
-buckles. Upon her silken waist clover leaves were embroidered, and
-she wore a jaunty little jacket trimmed with sparkling emeralds of a
-uniform size.
-
-"Why, it's little Jellia Jamb!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, as the green
-maiden bowed her pretty head before him. "Do you understand the
-language of the Gillikins, my dear?"
-
-"Yes, your Majesty," she answered, "for I was born in the North
-Country."
-
-"Then you shall be our interpreter," said the Scarecrow, "and explain
-to this Pumpkinhead all that I say, and also explain to me all that
-_he_ says. Is this arrangement satisfactory?" he asked, turning toward
-his guest.
-
-"Very satisfactory indeed," was the reply.
-
-"Then ask him, to begin with," resumed the Scarecrow, turning to
-Jellia, "what brought him to the Emerald City."
-
-But instead of this the girl, who had been staring at Jack, said to
-him:
-
-"You are certainly a wonderful creature. Who made you?"
-
-"A boy named Tip," answered Jack.
-
-"What does he say?" inquired the Scarecrow. "My ears must have deceived
-me. What did he say?"
-
-"He says that your Majesty's brains seem to have come loose," replied
-the girl, demurely.
-
-The Scarecrow moved uneasily upon his throne, and felt of his head with
-his left hand.
-
-"What a fine thing it is to understand two different languages," he
-said, with a perplexed sigh. "Ask him, my dear, if he has any objection
-to being put in jail for insulting the ruler of the Emerald City.
-
-"I didn't insult you!" protested Jack, indignantly.
-
-"Tut--tut!" cautioned the Scarecrow; "wait until Jellia translates my
-speech. What have we got an interpreter for, if you break out in this
-rash way?"
-
-"All right, I'll wait," replied the Pumpkinhead, in a surly
-tone--although his face smiled as genially as ever. "Translate the
-speech, young woman."
-
-"His Majesty inquires if you are hungry," said Jellia.
-
-"Oh, not at all!" answered Jack, more pleasantly. "for it is impossible
-for me to eat."
-
-"It's the same way with me," remarked the Scarecrow. "What did he say,
-Jellia, my dear?"
-
-"He asked if you were aware that one of your eyes is painted larger
-than the other," said the girl, mischievously.
-
-"Don't you believe her, your Majesty," cried Jack.
-
-"Oh, I don't," answered the Scarecrow, calmly. Then, casting a sharp
-look at the girl, he asked:
-
-"Are you quite certain you understand the languages of both the
-Gillikins and the Munchkins?"
-
-"Quite certain, your Majesty," said Jellia Jamb, trying hard not to
-laugh in the face of royalty.
-
-"Then how is it that I seem to understand them myself?" inquired the
-Scarecrow.
-
-"Because they are one and the same!" declared the girl, now laughing
-merrily. "Does not your Majesty know that in all the land of Oz but one
-language is spoken?"
-
-"Is it indeed so?" cried the Scarecrow, much relieved to hear this;
-"then I might easily have been my own interpreter!"
-
-"It was all my fault, your Majesty," said Jack, looking rather foolish,
-"I thought we must surely speak different languages, since we came from
-different countries."
-
-"This should be a warning to you never to think," returned the
-Scarecrow, severely. "For unless one can think wisely it is better to
-remain a dummy--which you most certainly are."
-
-"I am!--I surely am!" agreed the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"It seems to me," continued the Scarecrow, more mildly, "that your
-manufacturer spoiled some good pies to create an indifferent man."
-
-"I assure your Majesty that I did not ask to be created," answered Jack.
-
-"Ah! It was the same in my case," said the King, pleasantly. "And so,
-as we differ from all ordinary people, let us become friends."
-
-"With all my heart!" exclaimed Jack.
-
-"What! Have you a heart?" asked the Scarecrow, surprised.
-
-"No; that was only imaginative--I might say, a figure of speech," said
-the other.
-
-"Well, your most prominent figure seems to be a figure of wood; so I
-must beg you to restrain an imagination which, having no brains, you
-have no right to exercise," suggested the Scarecrow, warningly.
-
-"To be sure!" said Jack, without in the least comprehending.
-
-His Majesty then dismissed Jellia Jamb and the Soldier with the Green
-Whiskers, and when they were gone he took his new friend by the arm and
-led him into the courtyard to play a game of quoits.
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Gen. Jinjur's Army
-    of Revolt
-]
-
-
-Tip was so anxious to rejoin his man Jack and the Saw-Horse that he
-walked a full half the distance to the Emerald City without stopping to
-rest. Then he discovered that he was hungry and the crackers and cheese
-he had provided for the journey had all been eaten.
-
-While wondering what he should do in this emergency he came upon a
-girl sitting by the roadside. She wore a costume that struck the boy
-as being remarkably brilliant: her silken waist being of emerald green
-and her skirt of four distinct colors--blue in front, yellow at the
-left side, red at the back and purple at the right side. Fastening the
-waist in front were four buttons--the top one blue, the next yellow, a
-third red and the last purple.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The splendor of this dress was almost barbaric; so Tip was fully
-justified in staring at the gown for some moments before his eyes
-were attracted by the pretty face above it. Yes, the face was pretty
-enough, he decided; but it wore an expression of discontent coupled to
-a shade of defiance or audacity.
-
-While the boy stared the girl looked upon him calmly. A lunch basket
-stood beside her, and she held a dainty sandwich in one hand and a
-hard-boiled egg in the other, eating with an evident appetite that
-aroused Tip's sympathy.
-
-He was just about to ask a share of the luncheon when the girl stood up
-and brushed the crumbs from her lap.
-
-"There!" said she; "it is time for me to go. Carry that basket for me
-and help yourself to its contents if you are hungry."
-
-Tip seized the basket eagerly and began to eat, following for a time
-the strange girl without bothering to ask questions. She walked along
-before him with swift strides, and there was about her an air of
-decision and importance that led him to suspect she was some great
-personage.
-
-Finally, when he had satisfied his hunger, he ran up beside her and
-tried to keep pace with her swift footsteps--a very difficult feat, for
-she was much taller than he, and evidently in a hurry.
-
-"Thank you very much for the sandwiches," said Tip, as he trotted
-along. "May I ask your name?"
-
-"I am General Jinjur," was the brief reply.
-
-"Oh!" said the boy, surprised. "What sort of a General?"
-
-"I command the Army of Revolt in this war," answered the General, with
-unnecessary sharpness.
-
-"Oh!" he again exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a war."
-
-"You were not supposed to know it," she returned, "for we have kept it
-a secret; and considering that our army is composed entirely of girls,"
-she added, with some pride, "it is surely a remarkable thing that our
-Revolt is not yet discovered."
-
-"It is, indeed," acknowledged Tip. "But where is your army?"
-
-"About a mile from here," said General Jinjur. "The forces have
-assembled from all parts of the Land of Oz, at my express command. For
-this is the day we are to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow, and wrest
-from him the throne. The Army of Revolt only awaits my coming to march
-upon the Emerald City."
-
-"Well!" declared Tip, drawing a long breath, "this is certainly a
-surprising thing! May I ask why you wish to conquer His Majesty the
-Scarecrow?"
-
-"Because the Emerald City has been ruled by men long enough, for one
-reason," said the girl. "Moreover, the City glitters with beautiful
-gems, which might far better be used for rings, bracelets and
-necklaces; and there is enough money in the King's treasury to buy
-every girl in our Army a dozen new gowns. So we intend to conquer the
-City and run the government to suit ourselves."
-
-Jinjur spoke these words with an eagerness and decision that proved she
-was in earnest.
-
-"But war is a terrible thing," said Tip, thoughtfully.
-
-"This war will be pleasant," replied the girl, cheerfully.
-
-"Many of you will be slain!" continued the boy, in an awed voice.
-
-"Oh, no," said Jinjur. "What man would oppose a girl, or dare to harm
-her? And there is not an ugly face in my entire Army."
-
-Tip laughed.
-
-"Perhaps you are right," said he. "But the Guardian of the Gate is
-considered a faithful Guardian, and the King's Army will not let the
-City be conquered without a struggle."
-
-"The Army is old and feeble," replied General Jinjur, scornfully. "His
-strength has all been used to grow whiskers, and his wife has such a
-temper that she has already pulled more than half of them out by the
-roots. When the Wonderful Wizard reigned the Soldier with the Green
-Whiskers was a very good Royal Army, for people feared the Wizard. But
-no one is afraid of the Scarecrow, so his Royal Army don't count for
-much in time of war."
-
-After this conversation they proceeded some distance in silence, and
-before long reached a large clearing in the forest where fully four
-hundred young women were assembled. These were laughing and talking
-together as gaily as if they had gathered for a picnic instead of a war
-of conquest.
-
-They were divided into four companies, and Tip noticed that all were
-dressed in costumes similar to that worn by General Jinjur. The only
-real difference was that while those girls from the Munchkin country
-had the blue strip in front of their skirts, those from the country of
-the Quadlings had the red strip in front; and those from the country
-of the Winkies had the yellow strip in front, and the Gillikin girls
-wore the purple strip in front. All had green waists, representing the
-Emerald City they intended to conquer, and the top button on each waist
-indicated by its color which country the wearer came from. The uniforms
-were jaunty and becoming, and quite effective when massed together.
-
-Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons whatever; but in this he
-was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair
-two long, glittering knitting-needles.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-General Jinjur immediately mounted the stump of a tree and addressed
-her army.
-
-"Friends, fellow-citizens, and girls!" she said; "we are about to begin
-our great Revolt against the men of Oz! We march to conquer the Emerald
-City--to dethrone the Scarecrow King--to acquire thousands of gorgeous
-gems--to rifle the royal treasury--and to obtain power over our former
-oppressors!"
-
-"Hurrah!" said those who had listened; but Tip thought most of the Army
-was too much engaged in chattering to pay attention to the words of the
-General.
-
-The command to march was now given, and the girls formed themselves
-into four bands, or companies, and set off with eager strides toward
-the Emerald City.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The boy followed after them, carrying several baskets and wraps and
-packages which various members of the Army of Revolt had placed in his
-care. It was not long before they came to the green granite walls of
-the City and halted before the gateway.
-
-The Guardian of the Gate at once came out and looked at them curiously,
-as if a circus had come to town. He carried a bunch of keys swung round
-his neck by a golden chain; his hands were thrust carelessly into
-his pockets, and he seemed to have no idea at all that the City was
-threatened by rebels. Speaking pleasantly to the girls, he said:
-
-"Good morning, my dears! What can I do for you?"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"Surrender instantly!" answered General Jinjur, standing before him and
-frowning as terribly as her pretty face would allow her to.
-
-"Surrender!" echoed the man, astounded. "Why, it's impossible. It's
-against the law! I never heard of such a thing in my life."
-
-"Still, you must surrender!" exclaimed the General, fiercely. "We are
-revolting!"
-
-"You don't look it," said the Guardian, gazing from one to another,
-admiringly.
-
-"But we are!" cried Jinjur, stamping her foot, impatiently; "and we
-mean to conquer the Emerald City!"
-
-"Good gracious!" returned the surprised Guardian of the Gates; "what
-a nonsensical idea! Go home to your mothers, my good girls, and milk
-the cows and bake the bread. Don't you know it's a dangerous thing to
-conquer a city?"
-
-"We are not afraid!" responded the General; and she looked so
-determined that it made the Guardian uneasy.
-
-So he rang the bell for the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and the
-next minute was sorry he had done so. For immediately he was surrounded
-by a crowd of girls who drew the knitting-needles from their hair and
-began jabbing them at the Guardian with the sharp points dangerously
-near his fat cheeks and blinking eyes.
-
-The poor man howled loudly for mercy and made no resistance when Jinjur
-drew the bunch of keys from around his neck.
-
-[Illustration: GENERAL JINJUR AND HER ARMY CAPTURE THE CITY.]
-
-Followed by her Army the General now rushed to the gateway, where she
-was confronted by the Royal Army of Oz--which was the other name for
-the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
-
-"Halt!" he cried, and pointed his long gun full in the face of the
-leader.
-
-Some of the girls screamed and ran back, but General Jinjur bravely
-stood her ground and said, reproachfully:
-
-"Why, how now? Would you shoot a poor, defenceless girl?"
-
-"No," replied the soldier; "for my gun isn't loaded."
-
-"Not loaded?"
-
-"No; for fear of accidents. And I've forgotten where I hid the powder
-and shot to load it with. But if you'll wait a short time I'll try to
-hunt them up."
-
-"Don't trouble yourself," said Jinjur, cheerfully. Then she turned to
-her Army and cried:
-
-"Girls, the gun isn't loaded!"
-
-"Hooray," shrieked the rebels, delighted at this good news, and they
-proceeded to rush upon the Soldier with the Green Whiskers in such a
-crowd that it was a wonder they didn't stick the knitting-needles into
-one another.
-
-But the Royal Army of Oz was too much afraid of women to meet the
-onslaught. He simply turned about and ran with all his might through
-the gate and toward the royal palace, while General Jinjur and her mob
-flocked into the unprotected City.
-
-In this way was the Emerald City captured without a drop of blood being
-spilled. The Army of Revolt had become an Army of Conquerors!
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Scarecrow
-    Plans an escape
-]
-
-
-Tip slipped away from the girls and followed swiftly after the
-Soldier with the Green Whiskers. The invading army entered the City
-more slowly, for they stopped to dig emeralds out of the walls and
-paving-stones with the points of their knitting-needles. So the Soldier
-and the boy reached the palace before the news had spread that the City
-was conquered.
-
-The Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkinhead were still playing at quoits in
-the courtyard when the game was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of
-the Royal Army of Oz, who came flying in without his hat or gun, his
-clothes in sad disarray and his long beard floating a yard behind him
-as he ran.
-
-"Tally one for me," said the Scarecrow, calmly. "What's wrong, my man?"
-he added, addressing the Soldier.
-
-"Oh! your Majesty--your Majesty! The City is conquered!" gasped the
-Royal Army, who was all out of breath.
-
-"This is quite sudden," said the Scarecrow. "But please go and bar all
-the doors and windows of the palace, while I show this Pumpkinhead how
-to throw a quoit."
-
-The Soldier hastened to do this, while Tip, who had arrived at his
-heels, remained in the courtyard to look at the Scarecrow with
-wondering eyes.
-
-His Majesty continued to throw the quoits as coolly as if no danger
-threatened his throne, but the Pumpkinhead, having caught sight of Tip,
-ambled toward the boy as fast as his wooden legs would go.
-
-"Good afternoon, noble parent!" he cried, delightedly. "I'm glad to see
-you are here. That terrible Saw-Horse ran away with me."
-
-"I suspected it," said Tip. "Did you get hurt? Are you cracked at all?"
-
-"No, I arrived safely," answered Jack, "and his Majesty has been very
-kind indeed to me."
-
-At this moment the Soldier with the Green Whiskers returned, and the
-Scarecrow asked:
-
-"By the way, who has conquered me?"
-
-"A regiment of girls, gathered from the four corners of the Land of
-Oz," replied the Soldier, still pale with fear.
-
-"But where was my Standing Army at the time?" inquired his Majesty,
-looking at the Soldier, gravely.
-
-"Your Standing Army was running," answered the fellow, honestly; "for
-no man could face the terrible weapons of the invaders."
-
-"Well," said the Scarecrow, after a moment's thought, "I don't mind
-much the loss of my throne, for it's a tiresome job to rule over the
-Emerald City. And this crown is so heavy that it makes my head ache.
-But I hope the Conquerors have no intention of injuring me, just
-because I happen to be the King."
-
-"I heard them say," remarked Tip, with some hesitation, "that
-they intend to make a rag carpet of your outside and stuff their
-sofa-cushions with your inside."
-
-"Then I am really in danger," declared his Majesty, positively, "and it
-will be wise for me to consider a means to escape."
-
-"Where can you go?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who rules over the Winkies, and
-calls himself their Emperor," was the answer. "I am sure he will
-protect me."
-
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-
-Tip was looking out of the window.
-
-"The palace is surrounded by the enemy," said he. "It is too late to
-escape. They would soon tear you to pieces."
-
-The Scarecrow sighed.
-
-"In an emergency," he announced, "it is always a good thing to pause
-and reflect. Please excuse me while I pause and reflect."
-
-"But we also are in danger," said the Pumpkinhead, anxiously. "If any
-of these girls understand cooking, my end is not far off!"
-
-"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow; "they're too busy to cook, even if
-they know how!"
-
-"But should I remain here a prisoner for any length of time," protested
-Jack, "I'm liable to spoil."
-
-"Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with," returned the
-Scarecrow. "The matter is more serious than I suspected."
-
-"You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are liable to live for many
-years. My life is necessarily short. So I must take advantage of the
-few days that remain to me."
-
-"There, there! Don't worry," answered the Scarecrow, soothingly; "if
-you'll keep quiet long enough for me to think, I'll try to find some
-way for us all to escape."
-
-So the others waited in patient silence while the Scarecrow walked to
-a corner and stood with his face to the wall for a good five minutes.
-At the end of that time he faced them with a more cheerful expression
-upon his painted face.
-
-"Where is the Saw-Horse you rode here?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royal
-treasury," said Jack.
-
-"It was the only place I could think of, your Majesty," added the
-Soldier, fearing he had made a blunder.
-
-"It pleases me very much," said the Scarecrow. "Has the animal been
-fed?"
-
-"Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust."
-
-"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "Bring the horse here at once."
-
-The Soldier hastened away, and presently they heard the clattering
-of the horse's wooden legs upon the pavement as he was led into the
-courtyard.
-
-His Majesty regarded the steed critically.
-
-"He doesn't seem especially graceful," he remarked, musingly; "but I
-suppose he can run?"
-
-"He can, indeed," said Tip, gazing upon the Saw-Horse admiringly.
-
-"Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make a dash through the ranks
-of the rebels and carry us to my friend the Tin Woodman," announced the
-Scarecrow.
-
-"He can't carry four!" objected Tip.
-
-"No, but he may be induced to carry three," said his Majesty. "I shall
-therefore leave my Royal Army behind. For, from the ease with which he
-was conquered, I have little confidence in his powers."
-
-"Still, he can run," declared Tip, laughing.
-
-"I expected this blow," said the Soldier, sulkily; "but I can bear it.
-I shall disguise myself by cutting off my lovely green whiskers. And,
-after all, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to
-ride this fiery, untamed wooden horse!"
-
-"Perhaps you are right," observed his Majesty. "But, for my part, not
-being a soldier, I am fond of danger. Now, my boy, you must mount
-first. And please sit as close to the horse's neck as possible."
-
-Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the Soldier and the Scarecrow
-managed to hoist the Pumpkinhead to a seat just behind him. There
-remained so little space for the King that he was liable to fall off as
-soon as the horse started.
-
-"Fetch a clothesline," said the King to his Army, "and tie us all
-together. Then if one falls off we will all fall off."
-
-And while the Soldier was gone for the clothesline his Majesty
-continued, "it is well for me to be careful, for my very existence is
-in danger."
-
-"I have to be as careful as you do," said Jack.
-
-"Not exactly," replied the Scarecrow; "for if anything happened to me,
-that would be the end of me. But if anything happened to you, they
-could use you for seed."
-
-The Soldier now returned with a long line and tied all three firmly
-together, also lashing them to the body of the Saw-Horse; so there
-seemed little danger of their tumbling off.
-
-"Now throw open the gates," commanded the Scarecrow, "and we will make
-a dash to liberty or to death."
-
-The courtyard in which they were standing was located in the center of
-the great palace, which surrounded it on all sides. But in one place a
-passage led to an outer gateway, which the Soldier had barred by order
-of his sovereign. It was through this gateway his Majesty proposed to
-escape, and the Royal Army now led the Saw-Horse along the passage and
-unbarred the gate, which swung backward with a loud crash.
-
-"Now," said Tip to the horse, "you must save us all. Run as fast as you
-can for the gate of the City, and don't let anything stop you."
-
-"All right!" answered the Saw-Horse, gruffly, and dashed away so
-suddenly that Tip had to gasp for breath and hold firmly to the post
-he had driven into the creature's neck.
-
-[Illustration: "WE WILL MAKE A DASH TO LIBERTY OR TO DEATH."]
-
-Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding the palace, were
-knocked over by the Saw-Horse's mad rush. Others ran screaming out of
-the way, and only one or two jabbed their knitting-needles frantically
-at the escaping prisoners. Tip got one small prick in his left arm,
-which smarted for an hour afterward; but the needles had no effect upon
-the Scarecrow or Jack Pumpkinhead, who never even suspected they were
-being prodded.
-
-As for the Saw-Horse, he made a wonderful record, upsetting a fruit
-cart, overturning several meek looking men, and finally bowling over
-the new Guardian of the Gate--a fussy little fat woman appointed by
-General Jinjur.
-
-Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once outside the walls of the
-Emerald City he dashed along the road to the West with fast and violent
-leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scarecrow
-with wonder.
-
-Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so he devoted every
-effort to holding, with both hands, his pumpkin head upon its
-stick, enduring meantime the dreadful jolting with the courage of a
-philosopher.
-
-[Illustration: THE WOODEN STEED GAVE ONE FINAL LEAP.]
-
-"Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all
-shaking down into my legs."
-
-But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild
-career unchecked and with unabated speed.
-
-Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause
-the wooden steed gave one final leap and launched them all in mid-air.
-
-A second later they were rolling, splashing and bobbing about in the
-water, the horse struggling frantically to find a rest for its feet
-and its riders being first plunged beneath the rapid current and then
-floating upon the surface like corks.
-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Journey to the
-    Tin Woodman
-]
-
-
-Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body;
-but he managed to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse:
-
-"Keep still, you fool! Keep still!"
-
-The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the
-surface, its wooden body being as buoyant as a raft.
-
-"What does that word 'fool' mean?" enquired the horse.
-
-"It is a term of reproach," answered Tip, somewhat ashamed of the
-expression. "I only use it when I am angry."
-
-"Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in return," said the
-horse. "For I did not make the river, nor put it in our way; so only a
-term of reproach is fit for one who becomes angry with me for falling
-into the water."
-
-"That is quite evident," replied Tip; "so I will acknowledge myself in
-the wrong." Then he called out to the Pumpkinhead: "are you all right,
-Jack?"
-
-There was no reply. So the boy called to the King: "are you all right,
-your majesty?"
-
-The Scarecrow groaned.
-
-"I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak voice. "How very wet this
-water is!"
-
-Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his head to
-look at his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse:
-
-"Paddle with your legs toward the shore."
-
-The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally
-reached the opposite river bank at a place where it was low enough to
-enable the creature to scramble upon dry land.
-
-With some difficulty the boy managed to get his knife out of his pocket
-and cut the cords that bound the riders to one another and to the
-wooden horse. He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy
-sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend
-Jack.
-
-The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing, still sat upright upon
-the horse's back; but the pumpkin head was gone, and only the sharpened
-stick that served for a neck was visible. As for the Scarecrow, the
-straw in his body had shaken down with the jolting and packed itself
-into his legs and the lower part of his body--which appeared very plump
-and round while his upper half seemed like an empty sack. Upon his head
-the Scarecrow still wore the heavy crown, which had been sewed on to
-prevent his losing it; but the head was now so damp and limp that the
-weight of the gold and jewels sagged forward and crushed the painted
-face into a mass of wrinkles that made him look exactly like a Japanese
-pug dog.
-
-Tip would have laughed--had he not been so anxious about his man Jack.
-But the Scarecrow, however damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin
-head that was so necessary to Jack's existence was missing; so the boy
-seized a long pole that fortunately lay near at hand and anxiously
-turned again toward the river.
-
-Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden hue of the pumpkin, which
-gently bobbed up and down with the motion of the waves. At that moment
-it was quite out of Tip's reach, but after a time it floated nearer
-and still nearer until the boy was able to reach it with his pole
-and draw it to the shore. Then he brought it to the top of the bank,
-carefully wiped the water from its pumpkin face with his handkerchief,
-and ran with it to Jack and replaced the head upon the man's neck.
-
-[Illustration: TIP RESCUES JACK'S PUMPKIN HEAD.]
-
-"Dear me!" were Jack's first words. "What a dreadful experience! I
-wonder if water is liable to spoil pumpkins?"
-
-Tip did not think a reply was necessary, for he knew that the Scarecrow
-also stood in need of his help. So he carefully removed the straw from
-the King's body and legs, and spread it out in the sun to dry. The wet
-clothing he hung over the body of the Saw-Horse.
-
-"If water spoils pumpkins," observed Jack, with a deep sigh, "then my
-days are numbered."
-
-"I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins," returned Tip; "unless
-the water happens to be boiling. If your head isn't cracked, my friend,
-you must be in fairly good condition."
-
-"Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least," declared Jack, more
-cheerfully.
-
-"Then don't worry," retorted the boy. "Care once killed a cat."
-
-"Then," said Jack, seriously, "I am very glad indeed that I am not a
-cat."
-
-The sun was fast drying their clothing, and Tip stirred up his
-Majesty's straw so that the warm rays might absorb the moisture and
-make it as crisp and dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he
-stuffed the Scarecrow into symmetrical shape and smoothed out his face
-so that he wore his usual gay and charming expression.
-
-"Thank you very much," said the monarch, brightly, as he walked about
-and found himself to be well balanced. "There are several distinct
-advantages in being a Scarecrow. For if one has friends near at hand to
-repair damages, nothing very serious can happen to you."
-
-"I wonder if hot sunshine is liable to crack pumpkins," said Jack, with
-an anxious ring in his voice.
-
-"Not at all--not at all!" replied the Scarecrow, gaily. "All you
-need fear, my boy, is old age. When your golden youth has decayed we
-shall quickly part company--but you needn't look forward to it; we'll
-discover the fact ourselves, and notify you. But come! Let us resume
-our journey. I am anxious to greet my friend the Tin Woodman."
-
-So they remounted the Saw-Horse, Tip holding to the post, the
-Pumpkinhead clinging to Tip, and the Scarecrow with both arms around
-the wooden form of Jack.
-
-[Illustration: TIP STUFFS THE SCARECROW WITH DRY STRAW.]
-
-"Go slowly, for now there is no danger of pursuit," said Tip to his
-steed.
-
-"All right!" responded the creature, in a voice rather gruff.
-
-"Aren't you a little hoarse?" asked the Pumpkinhead, politely.
-
-The Saw-Horse gave an angry prance and rolled one knotty eye backward
-toward Tip.
-
-"See here," he growled, "can't you protect me from insult?"
-
-"To be sure!" answered Tip, soothingly. "I am sure Jack meant no harm.
-And it will not do for us to quarrel, you know; we must all remain good
-friends."
-
-"I'll have nothing more to do with that Pumpkinhead," declared the
-Saw-Horse, viciously; "he loses his head too easily to suit me."
-
-There seemed no fitting reply to this speech, so for a time they rode
-along in silence.
-
-After a while the Scarecrow remarked:
-
-"This reminds me of old times. It was upon this grassy knoll that I
-once saved Dorothy from the Stinging Bees of the Wicked Witch of the
-West."
-
-"Do Stinging Bees injure pumpkins?" asked Jack, glancing around
-fearfully.
-
-"They are all dead, so it doesn't matter," replied the Scarecrow. "And
-here is where Nick Chopper destroyed the Wicked Witch's Grey Wolves."
-
-"Who was Nick Chopper?" asked Tip.
-
-"That is the name of my friend the Tin Woodman," answered his Majesty.
-"And here is where the Winged Monkeys captured and bound us, and flew
-away with little Dorothy," he continued, after they had traveled a
-little way farther.
-
-"Do Winged Monkeys ever eat pumpkins?" asked Jack, with a shiver of
-fear.
-
-"I do not know; but you have little cause to worry, for the Winged
-Monkeys are now the slaves of Glinda the Good, who owns the Golden Cap
-that commands their services," said the Scarecrow, reflectively.
-
-Then the stuffed monarch became lost in thought, recalling the days
-of past adventures. And the Saw-Horse rocked and rolled over the
-flower-strewn fields and carried its riders swiftly upon their way.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Twilight fell, bye and bye, and then the dark shadows of night. So Tip
-stopped the horse and they all proceeded to dismount.
-
-"I'm tired out," said the boy, yawning wearily; "and the grass is soft
-and cool. Let us lie down here and sleep until morning."
-
-"I can't sleep," said Jack.
-
-"I never do," said the Scarecrow.
-
-"I do not even know what sleep is," said the Saw-Horse.
-
-"Still, we must have consideration for this poor boy, who is made of
-flesh and blood and bone, and gets tired," suggested the Scarecrow,
-in his usual thoughtful manner. "I remember it was the same way with
-little Dorothy. We always had to sit through the night while she slept."
-
-"I'm sorry," said Tip, meekly, "but I can't help it. And I'm dreadfully
-hungry, too!"
-
-"Here is a new danger!" remarked Jack, gloomily. "I hope you are not
-fond of eating pumpkins."
-
-"Not unless they're stewed and made into pies," answered the boy,
-laughing. "So have no fears of me, friend Jack."
-
-"What a coward that Pumpkinhead is!" said the Saw-Horse, scornfully.
-
-"You might be a coward yourself, if you knew you were liable to spoil!"
-retorted Jack, angrily.
-
-"There!--there!" interrupted the Scarecrow; "don't let us quarrel.
-We all have our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be
-considerate of one another. And since this poor boy is hungry and has
-nothing whatever to eat, let us all remain quiet and allow him to
-sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal may forget even hunger."
-
-"Thank you!" exclaimed Tip, gratefully. "Your Majesty is fully as good
-as you are wise--and that is saying a good deal!"
-
-He then stretched himself upon the grass and, using the stuffed form of
-the Scarecrow for a pillow, was presently fast asleep.
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    A Nickel-Plated Emperor
-]
-
-
-Tip awoke soon after dawn, but the Scarecrow had already risen and
-plucked, with his clumsy fingers, a double-handful of ripe berries from
-some bushes near by. These the boy ate greedily, finding them an ample
-breakfast, and afterward the little party resumed its journey.
-
-After an hour's ride they reached the summit of a hill from whence
-they espied the City of the Winkies and noted the tall domes of the
-Emperor's palace rising from the clusters of more modest dwellings.
-
-The Scarecrow became greatly animated at this sight, and exclaimed:
-
-"How delighted I shall be to see my old friend the Tin Woodman again! I
-hope that he rules his people more successfully than I have ruled mine!"
-
-"Is the Tin Woodman the Emperor of the Winkies?" asked the horse.
-
-"Yes, indeed. They invited him to rule over them soon after the Wicked
-Witch was destroyed; and as Nick Chopper has the best heart in all the
-world I am sure he has proved an excellent and able emperor."
-
-"I thought that 'Emperor' was the title of a person who rules an
-empire," said Tip, "and the Country of the Winkies is only a Kingdom."
-
-"Don't mention that to the Tin Woodman!" exclaimed the Scarecrow,
-earnestly. "You would hurt his feelings terribly. He is a proud man,
-as he has every reason to be, and it pleases him to be termed Emperor
-rather than King."
-
-"I'm sure it makes no difference to me," replied the boy.
-
-The Saw-Horse now ambled forward at a pace so fast that its riders
-had hard work to stick upon its back; so there was little further
-conversation until they drew up beside the palace steps.
-
-An aged Winkie, dressed in a uniform of silver cloth, came forward to
-assist them to alight. Said the Scarecrow to this personage:
-
-"Show us at once to your master, the Emperor."
-
-The man looked from one to another of the party in an embarrassed way,
-and finally answered:
-
-"I fear I must ask you to wait for a time. The Emperor is not receiving
-this morning."
-
-"How is that?" enquired the Scarecrow, anxiously. "I hope nothing has
-happened to him."
-
-"Oh, no; nothing serious," returned the man. "But this is his Majesty's
-day for being polished, and just now his august presence is thickly
-smeared with putz-pomade."
-
-"Oh, I see!" cried the Scarecrow, greatly reassured. "My friend was
-ever inclined to be a dandy, and I suppose he is now more proud than
-ever of his personal appearance."
-
-"He is, indeed," said the man, with a polite bow. "Our mighty Emperor
-has lately caused himself to be nickel-plated."
-
-"Good Gracious!" the Scarecrow exclaimed at hearing this. "If his wit
-bears the same polish, how sparkling it must be! But show us in--I'm
-sure the Emperor will receive us, even in his present state."
-
-"The Emperor's state is always magnificent," said the man. "But I will
-venture to tell him of your arrival, and will receive his commands
-concerning you."
-
-So the party followed the servant into a splendid ante-room, and the
-Saw-Horse ambled awkwardly after them, having no knowledge that a horse
-might be expected to remain outside.
-
-The travelers were at first somewhat awed by their surroundings, and
-even the Scarecrow seemed impressed as he examined the rich hangings
-of silver cloth caught up into knots and fastened with tiny silver
-axes. Upon a handsome center-table stood a large silver oil-can,
-richly engraved with scenes from the past adventures of the Tin
-Woodman, Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow: the lines of the
-engraving being traced upon the silver in yellow gold. On the walls
-hung several portraits, that of the Scarecrow seeming to be the most
-prominent and carefully executed, while a large painting of the famous
-Wizard of Oz, in the act of presenting the Tin Woodman with a heart,
-covered almost one entire end of the room.
-
-While the visitors gazed at these things in silent admiration they
-suddenly heard a loud voice in the next room exclaim:
-
-"Well! well! well! What a great surprise!"
-
-And then the door burst open and Nick Chopper rushed into their midst
-and caught the Scarecrow in a close and loving embrace that creased him
-into many folds and wrinkles.
-
-"My dear old friend! My noble comrade!" cried the Tin Woodman,
-joyfully; "how delighted I am to meet you once again!"
-
-[Illustration: CAUGHT THE SCARECROW IN A CLOSE AND LOVING EMBRACE.]
-
-And then he released the Scarecrow and held him at arms' length while
-he surveyed the beloved, painted features.
-
-But, alas! the face of the Scarecrow and many portions of his body bore
-great blotches of putz-pomade; for the Tin Woodman, in his eagerness to
-welcome his friend, had quite forgotten the condition of his toilet and
-had rubbed the thick coating of paste from his own body to that of his
-comrade.
-
-"Dear me!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "What a mess I'm in!"
-
-"Never mind, my friend," returned the Tin Woodman, "I'll send you to my
-Imperial Laundry, and you'll come out as good as new."
-
-"Won't I be mangled?" asked the Scarecrow.
-
-"No, indeed!" was the reply. "But tell me, how came your Majesty here?
-and who are your companions?"
-
-The Scarecrow, with great politeness, introduced Tip and Jack
-Pumpkinhead, and the latter personage seemed to interest the Tin
-Woodman greatly.
-
-"You are not very substantial, I must admit," said the Emperor; "but
-you are certainly unusual, and therefore worthy to become a member of
-our select society."
-
-"I thank your Majesty," said Jack, humbly.
-
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-
-"I hope you are enjoying good health?" continued the Woodman.
-
-"At present, yes;" replied the Pumpkinhead, with a sigh; "but I am in
-constant terror of the day when I shall spoil."
-
-"Nonsense!" said the Emperor--but in a kindly, sympathetic tone. "Do
-not, I beg of you, dampen today's sun with the showers of tomorrow. For
-before your head has time to spoil you can have it canned, and in that
-way it may be preserved indefinitely."
-
-Tip, during this conversation, was looking at the Woodman with
-undisguised amazement, and noticed that the celebrated Emperor of
-the Winkies was composed entirely of pieces of tin, neatly soldered
-and riveted together into the form of a man. He rattled and clanked
-a little, as he moved, but in the main he seemed to be most cleverly
-constructed, and his appearance was only marred by the thick coating of
-polishing-paste that covered him from head to foot.
-
-The boy's intent gaze caused the Tin Woodman to remember that he was
-not in the most presentable condition, so he begged his friends to
-excuse him while he retired to his private apartment and allowed his
-servants to polish him. This was accomplished in a short time, and when
-the Emperor returned his nickel-plated body shone so magnificently that
-the Scarecrow heartily congratulated him on his improved appearance.
-
-"That nickel-plate was, I confess, a happy thought," said Nick; "and it
-was the more necessary because I had become somewhat scratched during
-my adventurous experiences. You will observe this engraved star upon
-my left breast. It not only indicates where my excellent heart lies,
-but covers very neatly the patch made by the Wonderful Wizard when he
-placed that valued organ in my breast with his own skillful hands."
-
-"Is your heart, then, a hand-organ?" asked the Pumpkinhead, curiously.
-
-"By no means," responded the Emperor, with dignity. "It is, I am
-convinced, a strictly orthodox heart, although somewhat larger and
-warmer than most people possess."
-
-Then he turned to the Scarecrow and asked:
-
-"Are your subjects happy and contented, my dear friend?"
-
-"I cannot say," was the reply; "for the girls of Oz have risen in
-revolt and driven me out of the Emerald City."
-
-"Great Goodness!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a calamity! They surely
-do not complain of your wise and gracious rule?"
-
-"No; but they say it is a poor rule that don't work both ways,"
-answered the Scarecrow; "and these females are also of the opinion that
-men have ruled the land long enough. So they have captured my city,
-robbed the treasury of all its jewels, and are running things to suit
-themselves."
-
-"Dear me! What an extraordinary idea!" cried the Emperor, who was both
-shocked and surprised.
-
-"And I heard some of them say," said Tip, "that they intend to march
-here and capture the castle and city of the Tin Woodman."
-
-"Ah! we must not give them time to do that," said the Emperor, quickly;
-"we will go at once and recapture the Emerald City and place the
-Scarecrow again upon his throne."
-
-[Illustration: RENOVATING HIS MAJESTY, THE SCARECROW.]
-
-"I was sure you would help me," remarked the Scarecrow in a pleased
-voice. "How large an army can you assemble?"
-
-"We do not need an army," replied the Woodman. "We four, with the aid
-of my gleaming axe, are enough to strike terror into the hearts of the
-rebels."
-
-"We five," corrected the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Five?" repeated the Tin Woodman.
-
-"Yes; the Saw-Horse is brave and fearless," answered Jack, forgetting
-his recent quarrel with the quadruped.
-
-The Tin Woodman looked around him in a puzzled way, for the Saw-Horse
-had until now remained quietly standing in a corner, where the Emperor
-had not noticed him. Tip immediately called the odd-looking creature to
-them, and it approached so awkwardly that it nearly upset the beautiful
-center-table and the engraved oil-can.
-
-"I begin to think," remarked the Tin Woodman as he looked earnestly at
-the Saw-Horse, "that wonders will never cease! How came this creature
-alive?"
-
-"I did it with a magic powder," modestly asserted the boy; "and the
-Saw-Horse has been very useful to us."
-
-"He enabled us to escape the rebels," added the Scarecrow.
-
-"Then we must surely accept him as a comrade," declared the Emperor. "A
-live Saw-Horse is a distinct novelty, and should prove an interesting
-study. Does he know anything?"
-
-"Well, I cannot claim any great experience in life," the Saw-Horse
-answered for himself; "but I seem to learn very quickly, and often it
-occurs to me that I know more than any of those around me."
-
-"Perhaps you do," said the Emperor; "for experience does not always
-mean wisdom. But time is precious just now, so let us quickly make
-preparations to start upon our journey."
-
-The Emperor called his Lord High Chancellor and instructed him how to
-run the kingdom during his absence. Meanwhile the Scarecrow was taken
-apart and the painted sack that served him for a head was carefully
-laundered and restuffed with the brains originally given him by the
-great Wizard. His clothes were also cleaned and pressed by the Imperial
-tailors, and his crown polished and again sewed upon his head, for the
-Tin Woodman insisted he should not renounce this badge of royalty. The
-Scarecrow now presented a very respectable appearance, and although
-in no way addicted to vanity he was quite pleased with himself and
-strutted a trifle as he walked. While this was being done Tip mended
-the wooden limbs of Jack Pumpkinhead and made them stronger than
-before, and the Saw-Horse was also inspected to see if he was in good
-working order.
-
-Then bright and early the next morning they set out upon the return
-journey to the Emerald City, the Tin Woodman bearing upon his shoulder
-a gleaming axe and leading the way, while the Pumpkinhead rode upon the
-Saw-Horse and Tip and the Scarecrow walked upon either side to make
-sure that he didn't fall off or become damaged.
-
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-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.
-]
-
-
-Now, General Jinjur--who, you will remember, commanded the Army of
-Revolt--was rendered very uneasy by the escape of the Scarecrow from
-the Emerald City. She feared, and with good reason, that if his Majesty
-and the Tin Woodman joined forces, it would mean danger to her and
-her entire army; for the people of Oz had not yet forgotten the deeds
-of these famous heroes, who had passed successfully through so many
-startling adventures.
-
-So Jinjur sent post-haste for old Mombi, the witch, and promised her
-large rewards if she would come to the assistance of the rebel army.
-
-Mombi was furious at the trick Tip had played upon her, as well as at
-his escape and the theft of the precious Powder of Life; so she needed
-no urging to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to assist Jinjur
-in defeating the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, who had made Tip one of
-their friends.
-
-Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace than she discovered,
-by means of her secret magic, that the adventurers were starting upon
-their journey to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small room high
-up in a tower and locked herself in while she practised such arts
-as she could command to prevent the return of the Scarecrow and his
-companions.
-
-That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped and said:
-
-"Something very curious has happened. I ought to know by heart every
-step of this journey, and yet I fear we have already lost our way."
-
-"That is quite impossible!" protested the Scarecrow. "Why do you think,
-my dear friend, that we have gone astray?"
-
-"Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers--and I never saw
-this field before in all my life."
-
-At these words they all looked around, only to find that they were
-indeed surrounded by a field of tall stalks, every stalk bearing at
-its top a gigantic sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost
-blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but each one whirled
-around upon its stalk like a miniature wind-mill, completely dazzling
-the vision of the beholders and so mystifying them that they knew not
-which way to turn.
-
-"It's witchcraft!" exclaimed Tip.
-
-While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the Tin Woodman uttered
-a cry of impatience and advanced with swinging axe to cut down the
-stalks before him. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped their rapid
-whirling, and the travelers plainly saw a girl's face appear in the
-center of each flower. These lovely faces looked upon the astonished
-band with mocking smiles, and then burst into a chorus of merry
-laughter at the dismay their appearance caused.
-
-"Stop! stop!" cried Tip, seizing the Woodman's arm; "they're alive!
-they're girls!"
-
-At that moment the flowers began whirling again, and the faces faded
-away and were lost in the rapid revolutions.
-
-The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat down upon the ground.
-
-"It would be heartless to chop down those pretty creatures," said he,
-despondently; "and yet I do not know how else we can proceed upon our
-way."
-
-"They looked to me strangely like the faces of the Army of Revolt,"
-mused the Scarecrow. "But I cannot conceive how the girls could have
-followed us here so quickly."
-
-"I believe it's magic," said Tip, positively, "and that someone is
-playing a trick upon us. I've known old Mombi do things like that
-before. Probably it's nothing more than an illusion, and there are no
-sunflowers here at all."
-
-"Then let us shut our eyes and walk forward," suggested the Woodman.
-
-"Excuse me," replied the Scarecrow. "My eyes are not painted to shut.
-Because you happen to have tin eyelids, you must not imagine we are all
-built in the same way."
-
-"And the eyes of the Saw-Horse are knot eyes," said Jack, leaning
-forward to examine them.
-
-"Nevertheless, you must ride quickly forward," commanded Tip, "and we
-will follow after you and so try to escape. My eyes are already so
-dazzled that I can scarcely see."
-
-So the Pumpkinhead rode boldly forward, and Tip grasped the stub tail
-of the Saw-Horse and followed with closed eyes. The Scarecrow and the
-Tin Woodman brought up the rear, and before they had gone many yards a
-joyful shout from Jack announced that the way was clear before them.
-
-Then all paused to look backward, but not a trace of the field of
-sunflowers remained.
-
-More cheerfully, now, they proceeded upon their journey; but old Mombi
-had so changed the appearance of the landscape that they would surely
-have been lost had not the Scarecrow wisely concluded to take their
-direction from the sun. For no witchcraft could change the course of
-the sun, and it was therefore a safe guide.
-
-However, other difficulties lay before them. The Saw-Horse stepped into
-a rabbit hole and fell to the ground. The Pumpkinhead was pitched high
-into the air, and his history would probably have ended at that exact
-moment had not the Tin Woodman skillfully caught the pumpkin as it
-descended and saved it from injury.
-
-Tip soon had it fitted to the neck again and replaced Jack upon his
-feet. But the Saw-Horse did not escape so easily. For when his leg was
-pulled from the rabbit hole it was found to be broken short off, and
-must be replaced or repaired before he could go a step farther.
-
-"This is quite serious," said the Tin Woodman. "If there were trees
-near by I might soon manufacture another leg for this animal; but I
-cannot see even a shrub for miles around."
-
-[Illustration: THE TIN WOODMAN SKILLFULLY CAUGHT THE PUMPKIN]
-
-"And there are neither fences nor houses in this part of the land of
-Oz," added the Scarecrow, disconsolately.
-
-"Then what shall we do?" enquired the boy.
-
-"I suppose I must start my brains working," replied his Majesty the
-Scarecrow; "for experience has taught me that I can do anything if I
-but take time to think it out."
-
-"Let us all think," said Tip; "and perhaps we shall find a way to
-repair the Saw-Horse."
-
-So they sat in a row upon the grass and began to think, while the
-Saw-Horse occupied itself by gazing curiously upon its broken limb.
-
-"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.
-
-"Not in the least," returned the Saw-Horse; "but my pride is injured to
-find that my anatomy is so brittle."
-
-For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the
-Tin Woodman raised his head and looked over the fields.
-
-"What sort of creature is that which approaches us?" he asked,
-wonderingly.
-
-The others followed his gaze, and discovered coming toward them the
-most extraordinary object they had ever beheld. It advanced quickly
-and noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes stood before
-the adventurers and regarded them with an astonishment equal to their
-own.
-
-The Scarecrow was calm under all circumstances.
-
-"Good morning!" he said, politely.
-
-The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and then
-responded:
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoying
-excellent health. Permit me to present my card."
-
-With this courteous speech it extended a card toward the Scarecrow, who
-accepted it, turned it over and over, and then handed it with a shake
-of his head to Tip.
-
-The boy read aloud:
-
-"MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."
-
-"Dear me!" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently.
-
-"How very peculiar!" said the Tin Woodman.
-
-Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh
-and turned away its head.
-
-"Are you really a Woggle-Bug?" enquired the Scarecrow.
-
-"Most certainly, my dear sir!" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not
-my name upon the card?"
-
-"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what 'H. M.' stands for?"
-
-"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.
-
-"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are
-you, in truth, highly magnified?"
-
-"Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment
-and discernment. Does it not occur to you that I am several thousand
-times greater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before? Therefore it is
-plainly evident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason
-why you should doubt the fact."
-
-"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed
-since I was last laundered. Would it be improper for me to ask, also,
-what the 'T. E.' at the end of your name stands for?"
-
-"Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with a
-condescending smile. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I am
-Thoroughly Educated."
-
-"Oh!" said the Scarecrow, much relieved.
-
-Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. What he
-saw was a great, round, bug-like body supported upon two slender legs
-which ended in delicate feet--the toes curling upward. The body of the
-Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it
-was of a glistening dark brown color upon the back, while the front
-was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending
-together at the edges. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and
-upon a rather long neck was perched its head--not unlike the head of a
-man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and
-its ears from the upper points bore antenn� that decorated the sides
-of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. It must be admitted
-that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance; but the
-expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant.
-
-For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallow-tail coat with a yellow
-silk lining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that
-stretched tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored
-plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its
-small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat.
-
-Standing upright before our amazed friends the Woggle-Bug appeared to
-be fully as tall as the Tin Woodman; and surely no bug in all the Land
-of Oz had ever before attained so enormous a size.
-
-"I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has
-caused me surprise, and no doubt has startled my companions. I hope,
-however, that this circumstance will not distress you. We shall
-probably get used to you in time."
-
-"Do not apologize, I beg of you!" returned the Woggle-Bug, earnestly.
-"It affords me great pleasure to surprise people; for surely I cannot
-be classed with ordinary insects and am entitled to both curiosity and
-admiration from those I meet."
-
-"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.
-
-"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company,"
-continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so
-that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual--may I say
-remarkable?--appearance."
-
-"You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.
-
-So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of
-wanderers, and told them the following story:
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    A Highly Magnified
-    History
-]
-
-
-"It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my
-recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in
-a frank and friendly tone. "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well
-as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid
-among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects
-smaller than myself to feed upon.
-
-"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no
-clothing, but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life
-and restored me to activity. A horrible existence is this, but you must
-remember it is the regularly ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well
-as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth.
-
-"But Destiny had singled me out, humble though I was, for a grander
-fate! One day I crawled near to a country school house, and my
-curiosity being excited by the monotonous hum of the students within,
-I made bold to enter and creep along a crack between two boards until
-I reached the far end, where, in front of a hearth of glowing embers,
-sat the master at his desk.
-
-"No one noticed so small a creature as a Woggle-Bug, and when I found
-that the hearth was even warmer and more comfortable than the sunshine,
-I resolved to establish my future home beside it. So I found a charming
-nest between two bricks and hid myself therein for many, many months.
-
-"Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous scholar in the land
-of Oz, and after a few days I began to listen to the lectures and
-discourses he gave his pupils. Not one of them was more attentive than
-the humble, unnoticed Woggle-Bug, and I acquired in this way a fund of
-knowledge that I will myself confess is simply marvelous. That is why
-I place 'T. E.'--Thoroughly Educated--upon my cards; for my greatest
-pride lies in the fact that the world cannot produce another Woggle-Bug
-with a tenth part of my own culture and erudition."
-
-"I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education is a thing to
-be proud of. I'm educated myself. The mess of brains given me by the
-Great Wizard is considered by my friends to be unexcelled."
-
-"Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman, "a good heart is, I
-believe, much more desirable than education or brains."
-
-"To me," said the Saw-Horse, "a good leg is more desirable than either."
-
-"Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?" enquired the
-Pumpkinhead, abruptly.
-
-"Keep quiet!" commanded Tip, sternly.
-
-"Very well, dear father," answered the obedient Jack.
-
-The Woggle-Bug listened patiently--even respectfully--to these remarks,
-and then resumed his story.
-
-"I must have lived fully three years in that secluded school-house
-hearth," said he, "drinking thirstily of the ever-flowing fount of
-limpid knowledge before me."
-
-"Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow, nodding his head approvingly.
-
-[Illustration: "Caught me between his thumb and forefinger."]
-
-"But one day," continued the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance occurred
-that altered my very existence and brought me to my present pinnacle of
-greatness. The Professor discovered me in the act of crawling across
-the hearth, and before I could escape he had caught me between his
-thumb and forefinger.
-
-"'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a Woggle-Bug--a very
-rare and interesting specimen. Do any of you know what a Woggle-Bug is?'
-
-"'No!' yelled the scholars, in chorus.
-
-"'Then,' said the Professor, 'I will get out my famous magnifying-glass
-and throw the insect upon a screen in a highly-magnified condition,
-that you may all study carefully its peculiar construction and become
-acquainted with its habits and manner of life.'
-
-"He then brought from a cupboard a most curious instrument, and before
-I could realize what had happened I found myself thrown upon a screen
-in a highly-magnified state--even as you now behold me.
-
-"The students stood up on their stools and craned their heads forward
-to get a better view of me, and two little girls jumped upon the sill
-of an open window where they could see more plainly.
-
-"'Behold!' cried the Professor, in a loud voice, 'this highly-magnified
-Woggle-Bug; one of the most curious insects in existence!'
-
-"Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what is required of a cultured
-gentleman, at this juncture I stood upright and, placing my hand upon
-my bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must
-have startled them, for one of the little girls perched upon the
-window-sill gave a scream and fell backward out the window, drawing her
-companion with her as she disappeared.
-
-[Illustration: "THE STUDENTS STOOD UP ON THEIR STOOLS."]
-
-"The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed away through the
-door to see if the poor children were injured by the fall. The
-scholars followed after him in a wild mob, and I was left alone in the
-school-room, still in a Highly-Magnified state and free to do as I
-pleased.
-
-"It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to
-escape. I was proud of my great size, and realized that now I could
-safely travel anywhere in the world, while my superior culture would
-make me a fit associate for the most learned person I might chance to
-meet.
-
-"So, while the Professor picked the little girls--who were more
-frightened than hurt--off the ground, and the pupils clustered around
-him closely grouped, I calmly walked out of the school-house, turned a
-corner, and escaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that stood near."
-
-"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.
-
-"It was, indeed," agreed the Woggle-Bug. "I have never ceased to
-congratulate myself for escaping while I was Highly Magnified; for
-even my excessive knowledge would have proved of little use to me had
-I remained a tiny, insignificant insect."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"I didn't know before," said Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug with a
-puzzled expression, "that insects wore clothes."
-
-"Nor do they, in their natural state," returned the stranger. "But
-in the course of my wanderings I had the good fortune to save the
-ninth life of a tailor--tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as
-you probably know. The fellow was exceedingly grateful, for had he
-lost that ninth life it would have been the end of him; so he begged
-permission to furnish me with the stylish costume I now wear. It fits
-very nicely, does it not?" and the Woggle-Bug stood up and turned
-himself around slowly, that all might examine his person.
-
-"He must have been a good tailor," said the Scarecrow, somewhat
-enviously.
-
-"He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate," observed Nick Chopper.
-
-"But where were you going, when you met us?" Tip asked the Woggle-Bug.
-
-"Nowhere in particular," was the reply, "although it is my intention
-soon to visit the Emerald City and arrange to give a course of lectures
-to select audiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification.'"
-
-"We are bound for the Emerald City now," said the Tin Woodman; "so, if
-it pleases you to do so, you are welcome to travel in our company."
-
-The Woggle-Bug bowed with profound grace.
-
-"It will give me great pleasure," said he, "to accept your kind
-invitation; for nowhere in the Land of Oz could I hope to meet with so
-congenial a company."
-
-"That is true," acknowledged the Pumpkinhead. "We are quite as
-congenial as flies and honey."
-
-"But--pardon me if I seem inquisitive--are you not all
-rather--ahem!--rather unusual?" asked the Woggle-Bug, looking from one
-to another with unconcealed interest.
-
-"Not more so than yourself," answered the Scarecrow. "Everything in
-life is unusual until you get accustomed to it."
-
-"What rare philosophy!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug, admiringly.
-
-"Yes; my brains are working well today," admitted the Scarecrow, an
-accent of pride in his voice.
-
-"Then, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed, let us bend our
-steps toward the Emerald City," suggested the magnified one.
-
-"We can't," said Tip. "The Saw-Horse has broken a leg, so he can't bend
-his steps. And there is no wood around to make him a new limb from. And
-we can't leave the horse behind because the Pumpkinhead is so stiff in
-his joints that he has to ride."
-
-"How very unfortunate!" cried the Woggle-Bug. Then he looked the party
-over carefully and said:
-
-"If the Pumpkinhead is to ride, why not use one of his legs to make a
-leg for the horse that carries him? I judge that both are made of wood."
-
-"Now, that is what I call real cleverness," said the Scarecrow,
-approvingly. "I wonder my brains did not think of that long ago! Get to
-work, my dear Nick, and fit the Pumpkinhead's leg to the Saw-Horse."
-
-Jack was not especially pleased with this idea; but he submitted to
-having his left leg amputated by the Tin Woodman and whittled down to
-fit the left leg of the Saw-Horse. Nor was the Saw-Horse especially
-pleased with the operation, either; for he growled a good deal about
-being "butchered," as he called it, and afterward declared that the new
-leg was a disgrace to a respectable Saw-Horse.
-
-"I beg you to be more careful in your speech," said the Pumpkinhead,
-sharply. "Remember, if you please, that it is my leg you are abusing."
-
-"I cannot forget it," retorted the Saw-Horse, "for it is quite as
-flimsy as the rest of your person."
-
-"Flimsy! me flimsy!" cried Jack, in a rage. "How dare you call me
-flimsy?"
-
-"Because you are built as absurdly as a jumping-jack," sneered the
-horse, rolling his knotty eyes in a vicious manner. "Even your head
-won't stay straight, and you never can tell whether you are looking
-backwards or forward!"
-
-"Friends, I entreat you not to quarrel!" pleaded the Tin Woodman,
-anxiously. "As a matter of fact, we are none of us above criticism; so
-let us bear with each others' faults."
-
-"An excellent suggestion," said the Woggle-Bug, approvingly. "You must
-have an excellent heart, my metallic friend."
-
-"I have," returned Nick, well pleased. "My heart is quite the best part
-of me. But now let us start upon our journey."
-
-They perched the one-legged Pumpkinhead upon the Saw-Horse, and tied
-him to his seat with cords, so that he could not possibly fall off.
-
-And then, following the lead of the Scarecrow, they all advanced in the
-direction of the Emerald City.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Old Mombi indulges
-    in Witchcraft
-]
-
-
-They soon discovered that the Saw-Horse limped, for his new leg was a
-trifle too long. So they were obliged to halt while the Tin Woodman
-chopped it down with his axe, after which the wooden steed paced along
-more comfortably. But the Saw-Horse was not entirely satisfied, even
-yet.
-
-"It was a shame that I broke my other leg!" it growled.
-
-"On the contrary," airily remarked the Woggle-Bug, who was walking
-alongside, "you should consider the accident most fortunate. For a
-horse is never of much use until he has been broken."
-
-"I beg your pardon," said Tip, rather provoked, for he felt a warm
-interest in both the Saw-Horse and his man Jack; "but permit me to say
-that your joke is a poor one, and as old as it is poor."
-
-"Still, it is a joke," declared the Woggle-Bug, firmly, "and a joke
-derived from a play upon words is considered among educated people to
-be eminently proper."
-
-"What does that mean?" enquired the Pumpkinhead, stupidly.
-
-"It means, my dear friend," explained the Woggle-Bug, "that our
-language contains many words having a double meaning; and that to
-pronounce a joke that allows both meanings of a certain word, proves
-the joker a person of culture and refinement, who has, moreover, a
-thorough command of the language."
-
-"I don't believe that," said Tip, plainly; "anybody can make a pun."
-
-"Not so," rejoined the Woggle-Bug, stiffly. "It requires education of
-a high order. Are you educated, young sir?"
-
-"Not especially," admitted Tip.
-
-"Then you cannot judge the matter. I myself am Thoroughly Educated, and
-I say that puns display genius. For instance, were I to ride upon this
-Saw-Horse, he would not only be an animal--he would become an equipage.
-For he would then be a horse-and-buggy."
-
-At this the Scarecrow gave a gasp and the Tin Woodman stopped short
-and looked reproachfully at the Woggle-Bug. At the same time the
-Saw-Horse loudly snorted his derision; and even the Pumpkinhead put up
-his hand to hide the smile which, because it was carved upon his face,
-he could not change to a frown.
-
-But the Woggle-Bug strutted along as if he had made some brilliant
-remark, and the Scarecrow was obliged to say:
-
-"I have heard, my dear friend, that a person can become over-educated;
-and although I have a high respect for brains, no matter how they may
-be arranged or classified, I begin to suspect that yours are slightly
-tangled. In any event, I must beg you to restrain your superior
-education while in our society."
-
-"We are not very particular," added the Tin Woodman; "and we are
-exceedingly kind hearted. But if your superior culture gets leaky
-again--" He did not complete the sentence, but he twirled his gleaming
-axe so carelessly that the Woggle-Bug looked frightened, and shrank
-away to a safe distance.
-
-The others marched on in silence, and the Highly-Magnified one, after
-a period of deep thought, said in an humble voice:
-
-"I will endeavor to restrain myself."
-
-"That is all we can expect," returned the Scarecrow, pleasantly; and
-good nature being thus happily restored to the party, they proceeded
-upon their way.
-
-When they again stopped to allow Tip to rest--the boy being the only
-one that seemed to tire--the Tin Woodman noticed many small, round
-holes in the grassy meadow.
-
-"This must be a village of the Field Mice," he said to the Scarecrow.
-"I wonder if my old friend, the Queen of the Mice, is in this
-neighborhood."
-
-"If she is, she may be of great service to us," answered the Scarecrow,
-who was impressed by a sudden thought. "See if you can call her, my
-dear Nick."
-
-So the Tin Woodman blew a shrill note upon a silver whistle that hung
-around his neck, and presently a tiny grey mouse popped from a near-by
-hole and advanced fearlessly toward them. For the Tin Woodman had once
-saved her life, and the Queen of the Field Mice knew he was to be
-trusted.
-
-"Good day, your Majesty," said Nick, politely addressing the mouse; "I
-trust you are enjoying good health?"
-
-"Thank you, I am quite well," answered the Queen, demurely, as she
-sat up and displayed the tiny golden crown upon her head. "Can I do
-anything to assist my old friends?"
-
-"You can, indeed," replied the Scarecrow, eagerly. "Let me, I intreat
-you, take a dozen of your subjects with me to the Emerald City."
-
-"Will they be injured in any way?" asked the Queen, doubtfully.
-
-"I think not," replied the Scarecrow. "I will carry them hidden in
-the straw which stuffs my body, and when I give them the signal by
-unbuttoning my jacket, they have only to rush out and scamper home
-again as fast as they can. By doing this they will assist me to regain
-my throne, which the Army of Revolt has taken from me."
-
-"In that case," said the Queen, "I will not refuse your request.
-Whenever you are ready, I will call twelve of my most intelligent
-subjects."
-
-"I am ready now," returned the Scarecrow. Then he lay flat upon the
-ground and unbuttoned his jacket, displaying the mass of straw with
-which he was stuffed.
-
-The Queen uttered a little piping call, and in an instant a dozen
-pretty field mice had emerged from their holes and stood before their
-ruler, awaiting her orders.
-
-What the Queen said to them none of our travelers could understand,
-for it was in the mouse language; but the field mice obeyed without
-hesitation, running one after the other to the Scarecrow and hiding
-themselves in the straw of his breast.
-
-When all of the twelve mice had thus concealed themselves, the
-Scarecrow buttoned his jacket securely and then arose and thanked the
-Queen for her kindness.
-
-"One thing more you might do to serve us," suggested the Tin Woodman;
-"and that is to run ahead and show us the way to the Emerald City. For
-some enemy is evidently trying to prevent us from reaching it."
-
-"I will do that gladly," returned the Queen. "Are you ready?"
-
-The Tin Woodman looked at Tip.
-
-"I'm rested," said the boy. "Let us start."
-
-Then they resumed their journey, the little grey Queen of the Field
-Mice running swiftly ahead and then pausing until the travelers drew
-near, when away she would dart again.
-
-Without this unerring guide the Scarecrow and his comrades might never
-have gained the Emerald City; for many were the obstacles thrown in
-their way by the arts of old Mombi. Yet not one of the obstacles really
-existed--all were cleverly contrived deceptions. For when they came
-to the banks of a rushing river that threatened to bar their way the
-little Queen kept steadily on, passing through the seeming flood in
-safety; and our travelers followed her without encountering a single
-drop of water.
-
-Again, a high wall of granite towered high above their heads and
-opposed their advance. But the grey Field Mouse walked straight through
-it, and the others did the same, the wall melting into mist as they
-passed it.
-
-Afterward, when they had stopped for a moment to allow Tip to rest,
-they saw forty roads branching off from their feet in forty different
-directions; and soon these forty roads began whirling around like a
-mighty wheel, first in one direction and then in the other, completely
-bewildering their vision.
-
-But the Queen called for them to follow her and darted off in a
-straight line; and when they had gone a few paces the whirling pathways
-vanished and were seen no more.
-
-Mombi's last trick was most fearful of all. She sent a sheet of
-crackling flame rushing over the meadow to consume them; and for the
-first time the Scarecrow became afraid and turned to fly.
-
-"If that fire reaches me I will be gone in no time!" said he, trembling
-until his straw rattled. "It's the most dangerous thing I ever
-encountered."
-
-"I'm off, too!" cried the Saw-Horse, turning and prancing with
-agitation; "for my wood is so dry it would burn like kindlings."
-
-"Is fire dangerous to pumpkins?" asked Jack, fearfully.
-
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-
-"You'll be baked like a tart--and so will I!" answered the Woggle-Bug,
-getting down on all fours so he could run the faster.
-
-But the Tin Woodman, having no fear of fire, averted the stampede by a
-few sensible words.
-
-"Look at the Field Mouse!" he shouted. "The fire does not burn her in
-the least. In fact, it is no fire at all, but only a deception."
-
-Indeed, to watch the little Queen march calmly through the advancing
-flames restored courage to every member of the party, and they followed
-her without being even scorched.
-
-"This is surely a most extraordinary adventure," said the Woggle-Bug,
-who was greatly amazed; "for it upsets all the Natural Laws that I
-heard Professor Nowitall teach in the school-house."
-
-"Of course it does," said the Scarecrow, wisely. "All magic is
-unnatural, and for that reason is to be feared and avoided. But I see
-before us the gates of the Emerald City, so I imagine we have now
-overcome all the magical obstacles that seemed to oppose us."
-
-Indeed, the walls of the City were plainly visible, and the Queen of
-the Field Mice, who had guided them so faithfully, came near to bid
-them good-bye.
-
-"We are very grateful to your Majesty for your kind assistance," said
-the Tin Woodman, bowing before the pretty creature.
-
-"I am always pleased to be of service to my friends," answered the
-Queen, and in a flash she had darted away upon her journey home.
-
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-
-
-
-
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-
-    The Prisoners of the Queen
-]
-
-
-Approaching the gateway of the Emerald City the travelers found it
-guarded by two girls of the Army of Revolt, who opposed their entrance
-by drawing the knitting-needles from their hair and threatening to prod
-the first that came near.
-
-But the Tin Woodman was not afraid.
-
-"At the worst they can but scratch my beautiful nickel-plate," he said.
-"But there will be no 'worst,' for I think I can manage to frighten
-these absurd soldiers very easily. Follow me closely, all of you!"
-
-Then, swinging his axe in a great circle to right and left before
-him, he advanced upon the gate, and the others followed him without
-hesitation.
-
-The girls, who had expected no resistance whatever, were terrified by
-the sweep of the glittering axe and fled screaming into the city; so
-that our travelers passed the gates in safety and marched down the
-green marble pavement of the wide street toward the royal palace.
-
-"At this rate we will soon have your Majesty upon the throne again,"
-said the Tin Woodman, laughing at his easy conquest of the guards.
-
-"Thank you, friend Nick," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "Nothing
-can resist your kind heart and your sharp axe."
-
-As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that
-men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat
-around in groups, gossiping and laughing.
-
-"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushy
-beard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along the
-sidewalk.
-
-"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty--as you ought to know very
-well," replied the man; "and since you went away the women have been
-running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come
-back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is
-wearing out the strength of every man in the Emerald City."
-
-"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it is such hard work as
-you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"
-
-"I really do not know," replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the
-women are made of cast-iron."
-
-No movement was made, as they passed along the street, to oppose their
-progress. Several of the women stopped their gossip long enough to cast
-curious looks upon our friends, but immediately they would turn away
-with a laugh or a sneer and resume their chatter. And when they met
-with several girls belonging to the Army of Revolt, those soldiers,
-instead of being alarmed or appearing surprised, merely stepped out of
-the way and allowed them to advance without protest.
-
-This action rendered the Scarecrow uneasy.
-
-"I'm afraid we are walking into a trap," said he.
-
-"Nonsense!" returned Nick Chopper, confidently; "the silly creatures
-are conquered already!"
-
-But the Scarecrow shook his head in a way that expressed doubt, and Tip
-said:
-
-"It's too easy, altogether. Look out for trouble ahead."
-
-"I will," returned his Majesty.
-
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-
-Unopposed they reached the royal palace and marched up the marble
-steps, which had once been thickly encrusted with emeralds but were
-now filled with tiny holes where the jewels had been ruthlessly torn
-from their settings by the Army of Revolt. And so far not a rebel
-barred their way.
-
-Through the arched hallways and into the magnificent throne room
-marched the Tin Woodman and his followers, and here, when the green
-silken curtains fell behind them, they saw a curious sight.
-
-Seated within the glittering throne was General Jinjur, with the
-Scarecrow's second-best crown upon her head, and the royal sceptre in
-her right hand. A box of caramels, from which she was eating, rested in
-her lap, and the girl seemed entirely at ease in her royal surroundings.
-
-The Scarecrow stepped forward and confronted her, while the Tin Woodman
-leaned upon his axe and the others formed a half-circle back of his
-Majesty's person.
-
-"How dare you sit in my throne?" demanded the Scarecrow, sternly eyeing
-the intruder. "Don't you know you are guilty of treason, and that there
-is a law against treason?"
-
-"The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it," answered Jinjur, as
-she slowly ate another caramel. "I have taken it, as you see; so just
-now I am the Queen, and all who oppose me are guilty of treason, and
-must be punished by the law you have just mentioned."
-
-This view of the case puzzled the Scarecrow.
-
-"How is it, friend Nick?" he asked, turning to the Tin Woodman.
-
-"Why, when it comes to Law, I have nothing to say," answered that
-personage; "for laws were never meant to be understood, and it is
-foolish to make the attempt."
-
-"Then what shall we do?" asked the Scarecrow, in dismay.
-
-"Why don't you marry the Queen? And then you can both rule," suggested
-the Woggle-Bug.
-
-Jinjur glared at the insect fiercely.
-
-"Why don't you send her back to her mother, where she belongs?" asked
-Jack Pumpkinhead.
-
-Jinjur frowned.
-
-"Why don't you shut her up in a closet until she behaves herself, and
-promises to be good?" enquired Tip. Jinjur's lip curled scornfully.
-
-"Or give her a good shaking!" added the Saw-Horse.
-
-"No," said the Tin Woodman, "we must treat the poor girl with
-gentleness. Let us give her all the jewels she can carry, and send her
-away happy and contented."
-
-At this Queen Jinjur laughed aloud, and the next minute clapped her
-pretty hands together thrice, as if for a signal.
-
-"You are very absurd creatures," said she; "but I am tired of your
-nonsense and have no time to bother with you longer."
-
-While the monarch and his friends listened in amazement to this
-impudent speech, a startling thing happened. The Tin Woodman's axe was
-snatched from his grasp by some person behind him, and he found himself
-disarmed and helpless. At the same instant a shout of laughter rang in
-the ears of the devoted band, and turning to see whence this came they
-found themselves surrounded by the Army of Revolt, the girls bearing in
-either hand their glistening knitting-needles. The entire throne room
-seemed to be filled with the rebels, and the Scarecrow and his comrades
-realized that they were prisoners.
-
-"You see how foolish it is to oppose a woman's wit," said Jinjur,
-gaily; "and this event only proves that I am more fit to rule the
-Emerald City than a Scarecrow. I bear you no ill will, I assure you;
-but lest you should prove troublesome to me in the future I shall order
-you all to be destroyed. That is, all except the boy, who belongs
-to old Mombi and must be restored to her keeping. The rest of you
-are not human, and therefore it will not be wicked to demolish you.
-The Saw-Horse and the Pumpkinhead's body I will have chopped up for
-kindling-wood; and the pumpkin shall be made into tarts. The Scarecrow
-will do nicely to start a bonfire, and the tin man can be cut into
-small pieces and fed to the goats. As for this immense Woggle-Bug--"
-
-"Highly Magnified, if you please!" interrupted the insect.
-
-"I think I will ask the cook to make green-turtle soup of you,"
-continued the Queen, reflectively.
-
-The Woggle-Bug shuddered.
-
-"Or, if that won't do, we might use you for a Hungarian goulash, stewed
-and highly spiced," she added, cruelly.
-
-This programme of extermination was so terrible that the prisoners
-looked upon one another in a panic of fear. The Scarecrow alone did not
-give way to despair. He stood quietly before the Queen and his brow was
-wrinkled in deep thought as he strove to find some means to escape.
-
-While thus engaged he felt the straw within his breast move gently. At
-once his expression changed from sadness to joy, and raising his hand
-he quickly unbuttoned the front of his jacket.
-
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-
-This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd of girls clustering
-about him, but none of them suspected what he was doing until a tiny
-grey mouse leaped from his bosom to the floor and scampered away
-between the feet of the Army of Revolt. Another mouse quickly followed;
-then another and another, in rapid succession. And suddenly such a
-scream of terror went up from the Army that it might easily have filled
-the stoutest heart with consternation. The flight that ensued turned to
-a stampede, and the stampede to a panic.
-
-For while the startled mice rushed wildly about the room the Scarecrow
-had only time to note a whirl of skirts and a twinkling of feet as the
-girls disappeared from the palace--pushing and crowding one another in
-their mad efforts to escape.
-
-The Queen, at the first alarm, stood up on the cushions of the throne
-and began to dance frantically upon her tiptoes. Then a mouse ran up
-the cushions, and with a terrified leap poor Jinjur shot clear over the
-head of the Scarecrow and escaped through an archway--never pausing in
-her wild career until she had reached the city gates.
-
-So, in less time than I can explain, the throne room was deserted by
-all save the Scarecrow and his friends, and the Woggle-Bug heaved a
-deep sigh of relief as he exclaimed:
-
-"Thank goodness, we are saved!"
-
-"For a time, yes;" answered the Tin Woodman. "But the enemy will soon
-return, I fear."
-
-"Let us bar all the entrances to the palace!" said the Scarecrow. "Then
-we shall have time to think what is best to be done."
-
-So all except Jack Pumpkinhead, who was still tied fast to the
-Saw-Horse, ran to the various entrances of the royal palace and closed
-the heavy doors, bolting and locking them securely. Then, knowing that
-the Army of Revolt could not batter down the barriers in several days,
-the adventurers gathered once more in the throne room for a council of
-war.
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Scarecrow
-    Takes Time to Think
-]
-
-
-"It seems to me," began the Scarecrow, when all were again assembled in
-the throne room, "that the girl Jinjur is quite right in claiming to be
-Queen. And if she is right, then I am wrong, and we have no business to
-be occupying her palace."
-
-"But you were the King until she came," said the Woggle-Bug, strutting
-up and down with his hands in his pockets; "so it appears to me that
-she is the interloper instead of you."
-
-"Especially as we have just conquered her and put her to flight," added
-the Pumpkinhead, as he raised his hands to turn his face toward the
-Scarecrow.
-
-"Have we really conquered her?" asked the Scarecrow, quietly. "Look out
-of the window, and tell me what you see."
-
-Tip ran to the window and looked out.
-
-"The palace is surrounded by a double row of girl soldiers," he
-announced.
-
-"I thought so," returned the Scarecrow. "We are as truly their
-prisoners as we were before the mice frightened them from the palace."
-
-"My friend is right," said Nick Chopper, who had been polishing his
-breast with a bit of chamois-leather. "Jinjur is still the Queen, and
-we are her prisoners."
-
-"But I hope she cannot get at us," exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, with a
-shiver of fear. "She threatened to make tarts of me, you know."
-
-"Don't worry," said the Tin Woodman. "It cannot matter greatly. If you
-stay shut up here you will spoil in time, anyway. A good tart is far
-more admirable than a decayed intellect."
-
-"Very true," agreed the Scarecrow.
-
-"Oh, dear!" moaned Jack; "what an unhappy lot is mine! Why, dear
-father, did you not make me out of tin--or even out of straw--so that
-I would keep indefinitely."
-
-"Shucks!" returned Tip, indignantly. "You ought to be glad that I made
-you at all." Then he added, reflectively, "everything has to come to an
-end, some time."
-
-"But I beg to remind you," broke in the Woggle-Bug, who had a
-distressed look in his bulging, round eyes, "that this terrible Queen
-Jinjur suggested making a goulash of me--Me! the only Highly Magnified
-and Thoroughly Educated Woggle-Bug in the wide, wide world!"
-
-"I think it was a brilliant idea," remarked the Scarecrow, approvingly.
-
-"Don't you imagine he would make a better soup?" asked the Tin Woodman,
-turning toward his friend.
-
-"Well, perhaps," acknowledged the Scarecrow.
-
-The Woggle-Bug groaned.
-
-"I can see, in my mind's eye," said he, mournfully, "the goats eating
-small pieces of my dear comrade, the Tin Woodman, while my soup is
-being cooked on a bonfire built of the Saw-Horse and Jack Pumpkinhead's
-body, and Queen Jinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with
-my friend the Scarecrow!"
-
-This morbid picture cast a gloom over the entire party, making them
-restless and anxious.
-
-"It can't happen for some time," said the Tin Woodman, trying to speak
-cheerfully; "for we shall be able to keep Jinjur out of the palace
-until she manages to break down the doors."
-
-"And in the meantime I am liable to starve to death, and so is the
-Woggle-Bug," announced Tip.
-
-"As for me," said the Woggle-Bug, "I think that I could live for some
-time on Jack Pumpkinhead. Not that I prefer pumpkins for food; but I
-believe they are somewhat nutritious, and Jack's head is large and
-plump."
-
-"How heartless!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman, greatly shocked. "Are we
-cannibals, let me ask? Or are we faithful friends?"
-
-"I see very clearly that we cannot stay shut up in this palace," said
-the Scarecrow, with decision. "So let us end this mournful talk and try
-to discover a means to escape."
-
-At this suggestion they all gathered eagerly around the throne, wherein
-was seated the Scarecrow, and as Tip sat down upon a stool there fell
-from his pocket a pepper-box, which rolled upon the floor.
-
-"What is this?" asked Nick Chopper, picking up the box.
-
-"Be careful!" cried the boy. "That's my Powder of Life. Don't spill it,
-for it is nearly gone."
-
-"And what is the Powder of Life?" enquired the Scarecrow, as Tip
-replaced the box carefully in his pocket.
-
-"It's some magical stuff old Mombi got from a crooked sorcerer,"
-explained the boy. "She brought Jack to life with it, and afterward I
-used it to bring the Saw-Horse to life. I guess it will make anything
-live that is sprinkled with it; but there's only about one dose left."
-
-"Then it is very precious," said the Tin Woodman.
-
-"Indeed it is," agreed the Scarecrow. "It may prove our best means of
-escape from our difficulties. I believe I will think for a few minutes;
-so I will thank you, friend Tip, to get out your knife and rip this
-heavy crown from my forehead."
-
-Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the crown to the
-Scarecrow's head, and the former monarch of the Emerald City removed it
-with a sigh of relief and hung it on a peg beside the throne.
-
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-
-"That is my last memento of royalty," said he; "and I'm glad to get rid
-of it. The former King of this City, who was named Pastoria, lost the
-crown to the Wonderful Wizard, who passed it on to me. Now the girl
-Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will not give her a headache."
-
-"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman,
-nodding approvingly.
-
-"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow,
-lying back in the throne.
-
-The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to
-disturb him; for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains
-of the Scarecrow.
-
-And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers,
-the thinker sat up, looked upon his friends with his most whimsical
-expression, and said:
-
-"My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite proud of them. Now,
-listen! If we attempt to escape through the doors of the palace we
-shall surely be captured. And, as we can't escape through the ground,
-there is only one other thing to be done. We must escape through the
-air!"
-
-He paused to note the effect of these words; but all his hearers seemed
-puzzled and unconvinced.
-
-"The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon," he continued. "We don't
-know how to make a balloon, of course; but any sort of thing that can
-fly through the air can carry us easily. So I suggest that my friend
-the Tin Woodman, who is a skillful mechanic, shall build some sort of
-a machine, with good strong wings, to carry us; and our friend Tip can
-then bring the Thing to life with his magical powder."
-
-"Bravo!" cried Nick Chopper.
-
-"What splendid brains!" murmured Jack.
-
-"Really quite clever!" said the Educated Woggle-Bug.
-
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-
-"I believe it can be done," declared Tip; "that is, if the Tin Woodman
-is equal to making the Thing."
-
-"I'll do my best," said Nick, cheerily; "and, as a matter of fact, I do
-not often fail in what I attempt. But the Thing will have to be built
-on the roof of the palace, so it can rise comfortably into the air."
-
-"To be sure," said the Scarecrow.
-
-"Then let us search through the palace," continued the Tin Woodman,
-"and carry all the material we can find to the roof, where I will begin
-my work."
-
-"First, however," said the Pumpkinhead, "I beg you will release me from
-this horse, and make me another leg to walk with. For in my present
-condition I am of no use to myself or to anyone else."
-
-So the Tin Woodman knocked a mahogany center-table to pieces with his
-axe and fitted one of the legs, which was beautifully carved, on to the
-body of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was very proud of the acquisition.
-
-"It seems strange," said he, as he watched the Tin Woodman work, "that
-my left leg should be the most elegant and substantial part of me."
-
-"That proves you are unusual," returned the Scarecrow; "and I am
-convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world
-are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a
-tree, and live and die unnoticed."
-
-"Spoken like a philosopher!" cried the Woggle-Bug, as he assisted the
-Tin Woodman to set Jack upon his feet.
-
-"How do you feel now?" asked Tip, watching the Pumpkinhead stump
-around to try his new leg.
-
-"As good as new," answered Jack, joyfully, "and quite ready to assist
-you all to escape."
-
-"Then let us get to work," said the Scarecrow, in a business-like tone.
-
-So, glad to be doing anything that might lead to the end of their
-captivity, the friends separated to wander over the palace in search of
-fitting material to use in the construction of their aerial machine.
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Astonishing Flight
-    of the Gump
-]
-
-
-When the adventurers reassembled upon the roof it was found that a
-remarkably queer assortment of articles had been selected by the
-various members of the party. No one seemed to have a very clear idea
-of what was required, but all had brought something.
-
-The Woggle-Bug had taken from its position over the mantle-piece in the
-great hallway the head of a Gump, which was adorned with wide-spreading
-antlers; and this, with great care and greater difficulty, the insect
-had carried up the stairs to the roof. This Gump resembled an Elk's
-head, only the nose turned upward in a saucy manner and there were
-whiskers upon its chin, like those of a billy-goat. Why the Woggle-Bug
-selected this article he could not have explained, except that it had
-aroused his curiosity.
-
-Tip, with the aid of the Saw-Horse, had brought a large, upholstered
-sofa to the roof. It was an old-fashioned piece of furniture, with high
-back and ends, and it was so heavy that even by resting the greatest
-weight upon the back of the Saw-Horse, the boy found himself out of
-breath when at last the clumsy sofa was dumped upon the roof.
-
-The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw.
-The Scarecrow arrived with a coil of clotheslines and ropes which he
-had taken from the courtyard, and in his trip up the stairs he had
-become so entangled in the loose ends of the ropes that both he and his
-burden tumbled in a heap upon the roof and might have rolled off if Tip
-had not rescued him.
-
-The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had been to the courtyard, where
-he had cut four great, spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was
-the pride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.
-
-"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had
-done; "you have been guilty of the greatest crime any person can
-commit in the Emerald City. If I remember rightly, the penalty for
-chopping leaves from the royal palm-tree is to be killed seven times
-and afterward imprisoned for life."
-
-[Illustration: ALL BROUGHT SOMETHING TO THE ROOF.]
-
-"It cannot be helped now," answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the
-big leaves upon the roof. "But it may be one more reason why it is
-necessary for us to escape. And now let us see what you have found for
-me to work with."
-
-Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap of miscellaneous
-material that now cluttered the roof, and finally the Scarecrow shook
-his head and remarked:
-
-"Well, if friend Nick can manufacture, from this mess of rubbish, a
-Thing that will fly through the air and carry us to safety, then I will
-acknowledge him to be a better mechanic than I suspected."
-
-But the Tin Woodman seemed at first by no means sure of his powers, and
-only after polishing his forehead vigorously with the chamois-leather
-did he resolve to undertake the task.
-
-"The first thing required for the machine," said he, "is a body big
-enough to carry the entire party. This sofa is the biggest thing we
-have, and might be used for a body. But, should the machine ever tip
-sideways, we would all slide off and fall to the ground."
-
-"Why not use two sofas?" asked Tip. "There's another one just like this
-down stairs."
-
-"That is a very sensible suggestion," exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "You
-must fetch the other sofa at once."
-
-So Tip and the Saw-Horse managed, with much labor, to get the second
-sofa to the roof; and when the two were placed together, edge to edge,
-the backs and ends formed a protecting rampart all around the seats.
-
-"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "We can ride within this snug nest
-quite at our ease."
-
-The two sofas were now bound firmly together with ropes and
-clotheslines, and then Nick Chopper fastened the Gump's head to one end.
-
-"That will show which is the front end of the Thing," said he, greatly
-pleased with the idea. "And, really, if you examine it critically, the
-Gump looks very well as a figure-head. These great palm-leaves, for
-which I have endangered my life seven times, must serve us as wings."
-
-"Are they strong enough?" asked the boy.
-
-"They are as strong as anything we can get," answered the Woodman; "and
-although they are not in proportion to the Thing's body, we are not in
-a position to be very particular."
-
-So he fastened the palm-leaves to the sofas, two on each side.
-
-Said the Woggle-Bug, with considerable admiration:
-
-"The Thing is now complete, and only needs to be brought to life."
-
-"Stop a moment!" exclaimed Jack. "Are you not going to use my broom?"
-
-"What for?" asked the Scarecrow.
-
-"Why, it can be fastened to the back end for a tail," answered the
-Pumpkinhead. "Surely you would not call the Thing complete without a
-tail."
-
-"Hm!" said the Tin Woodman; "I do not see the use of a tail. We are not
-trying to copy a beast, or a fish, or a bird. All we ask of the Thing
-is to carry us through the air."
-
-"Perhaps, after the Thing is brought to life, it can use a tail to
-steer with," suggested the Scarecrow. "For if it flies through the air
-it will not be unlike a bird, and I've noticed that all birds have
-tails, which they use for a rudder while flying."
-
-"Very well," answered Nick, "the broom shall be used for a tail," and
-he fastened it firmly to the back end of the sofa body.
-
-Tip took the pepper-box from his pocket.
-
-"The Thing looks very big," said he, anxiously; "and I am not sure
-there is enough powder left to bring all of it to life. But I'll make
-it go as far as possible."
-
-"Put most on the wings," said Nick Chopper; "for they must be made as
-strong as possible."
-
-"And don't forget the head!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug.
-
-"Or the tail!" added Jack Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Do be quiet," said Tip, nervously; "you must give me a chance to work
-the magic charm in the proper manner."
-
-Very carefully he began sprinkling the Thing with the precious powder.
-Each of the four wings was first lightly covered with a layer; then the
-sofas were sprinkled, and the broom given a slight coating.
-
-"The head! The head! Don't, I beg of you, forget the head!" cried the
-Woggle-Bug, excitedly.
-
-"There's only a little of the powder left," announced Tip, looking
-within the box. "And it seems to me it is more important to bring the
-legs of the sofas to life than the head."
-
-"Not so," decided the Scarecrow. "Every thing must have a head to
-direct it; and since this creature is to fly, and not walk, it is
-really unimportant whether its legs are alive or not."
-
-So Tip abided by this decision and sprinkled the Gump's head with the
-remainder of the powder.
-
-"Now," said he, "keep silence while I work the charm!"
-
-Having heard old Mombi pronounce the magic words, and having also
-succeeded in bringing the Saw-Horse to life, Tip did not hesitate an
-instant in speaking the three cabalistic words, each accompanied by the
-peculiar gesture of the hands.
-
-It was a grave and impressive ceremony.
-
-As he finished the incantation the Thing shuddered throughout its
-huge bulk, the Gump gave the screeching cry that is familiar to those
-animals, and then the four wings began flopping furiously.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Tip managed to grasp a chimney, else he would have been blown off the
-roof by the terrible breeze raised by the wings. The Scarecrow, being
-light in weight, was caught up bodily and borne through the air until
-Tip luckily seized him by one leg and held him fast. The Woggle-Bug
-lay flat upon the roof and so escaped harm, and the Tin Woodman,
-whose weight of tin anchored him firmly, threw both arms around Jack
-Pumpkinhead and managed to save him. The Saw-Horse toppled over upon
-his back and lay with his legs waving helplessly above him.
-
-And now, while all were struggling to recover themselves, the Thing
-rose slowly from the roof and mounted into the air.
-
-"Here! Come back!" cried Tip, in a frightened voice, as he clung to the
-chimney with one hand and the Scarecrow with the other. "Come back at
-once, I command you!"
-
-It was now that the wisdom of the Scarecrow, in bringing the head of
-the Thing to life instead of the legs, was proved beyond a doubt. For
-the Gump, already high in the air, turned its head at Tip's command and
-gradually circled around until it could view the roof of the palace.
-
-"Come back!" shouted the boy, again.
-
-And the Gump obeyed, slowly and gracefully waving its four wings in
-the air until the Thing had settled once more upon the roof and become
-still.
-
-[Illustration: "COME BACK!"]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    In the Jackdaws' Nest
-]
-
-
-"This," said the Gump, in a squeaky voice not at all proportioned to
-the size of its great body, "is the most novel experience I ever heard
-of. The last thing I remember distinctly is walking through the forest
-and hearing a loud noise. Something probably killed me then, and it
-certainly ought to have been the end of me. Yet here I am, alive again,
-with four monstrous wings and a body which I venture to say would make
-any respectable animal or fowl weep with shame to own. What does it all
-mean? Am I a Gump, or am I a juggernaut?" The creature, as it spoke,
-wiggled its chin whiskers in a very comical manner.
-
-"You're just a Thing," answered Tip, "with a Gump's head on it. And we
-have made you and brought you to life so that you may carry us through
-the air wherever we wish to go."
-
-"Very good!" said the Thing. "As I am not a Gump, I cannot have a
-Gump's pride or independent spirit. So I may as well become your
-servant as anything else. My only satisfaction is that I do not seem
-to have a very strong constitution, and am not likely to live long in
-a state of slavery."
-
-"Don't say that, I beg of you!" cried the Tin Woodman, whose excellent
-heart was strongly affected by this sad speech. "Are you not feeling
-well today?"
-
-"Oh, as for that," returned the Gump, "it is my first day of existence;
-so I cannot judge whether I am feeling well or ill." And it waved its
-broom tail to and fro in a pensive manner.
-
-"Come, come!" said the Scarecrow, kindly; "do try to be more cheerful
-and take life as you find it. We shall be kind masters, and will strive
-to render your existence as pleasant as possible. Are you willing to
-carry us through the air wherever we wish to go?"
-
-"Certainly," answered the Gump. "I greatly prefer to navigate the air.
-For should I travel on the earth and meet with one of my own species,
-my embarrassment would be something awful!"
-
-"I can appreciate that," said the Tin Woodman, sympathetically.
-
-"And yet," continued the Thing, "when I carefully look you over, my
-masters, none of you seems to be constructed much more artistically
-than I am."
-
-"Appearances are deceitful," said the Woggle-Bug, earnestly. "I am both
-Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated."
-
-"Indeed!" murmured the Gump, indifferently.
-
-"And my brains are considered remarkably rare specimens," added the
-Scarecrow, proudly.
-
-"How strange!" remarked the Gump.
-
-"Although I am of tin," said the Woodman, "I own a heart altogether the
-warmest and most admirable in the whole world."
-
-"I'm delighted to hear it," replied the Gump, with a slight cough.
-
-"My smile," said Jack Pumpkinhead, "is worthy your best attention. It
-is always the same."
-
-"_Semper idem_," explained the Woggle-Bug, pompously; and the Gump
-turned to stare at him.
-
-"And I," declared the Saw-Horse, filling in an awkward pause, "am only
-remarkable because I can't help it."
-
-"I am proud, indeed, to meet with such exceptional masters," said
-the Gump, in a careless tone. "If I could but secure so complete an
-introduction to myself, I would be more than satisfied."
-
-"That will come in time," remarked the Scarecrow. "To 'Know Thyself'
-is considered quite an accomplishment, which it has taken us, who are
-your elders, months to perfect. But now," he added, turning to the
-others, "let us get aboard and start upon our journey."
-
-"Where shall we go?" asked Tip, as he clambered to a seat on the sofas
-and assisted the Pumpkinhead to follow him.
-
-"In the South Country rules a very delightful Queen called Glinda
-the Good, who I am sure will gladly receive us," said the Scarecrow,
-getting into the Thing clumsily. "Let us go to her and ask her advice."
-
-"That is cleverly thought of," declared Nick Chopper, giving the
-Woggle-Bug a boost and then toppling the Saw-Horse into the rear end
-of the cushioned seats. "I know Glinda the Good, and believe she will
-prove a friend indeed."
-
-"Are we all ready?" asked the boy.
-
-"Yes," announced the Tin Woodman, seating himself beside the Scarecrow.
-
-"Then," said Tip, addressing the Gump, "be kind enough to fly with us
-to the Southward; and do not go higher than to escape the houses and
-trees, for it makes me dizzy to be up so far."
-
-"All right," answered the Gump, briefly.
-
-It flopped its four huge wings and rose slowly into the air; and then,
-while our little band of adventurers clung to the backs and sides of
-the sofas for support, the Gump turned toward the South and soared
-swiftly and majestically away.
-
-"The scenic effect, from this altitude, is marvelous," commented the
-educated Woggle-Bug, as they rode along.
-
-"Never mind the scenery," said the Scarecrow. "Hold on tight, or you
-may get a tumble. The Thing seems to rock badly."
-
-"It will be dark soon," said Tip, observing that the sun was low on the
-horizon. "Perhaps we should have waited until morning. I wonder if the
-Gump can fly in the night."
-
-"I've been wondering that myself," returned the Gump, quietly. "You
-see, this is a new experience to me. I used to have legs that carried
-me swiftly over the ground. But now my legs feel as if they were
-asleep."
-
-"They are," said Tip. "We didn't bring 'em to life."
-
-"You're expected to fly," explained the Scarecrow; "not to walk."
-
-"We can walk ourselves," said the Woggle-Bug.
-
-"I begin to understand what is required of me," remarked the Gump; "so
-I will do my best to please you," and he flew on for a time in silence.
-
-Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy.
-
-"I wonder if riding through the air is liable to spoil pumpkins," he
-said.
-
-"Not unless you carelessly drop your head over the side," answered the
-Woggle-Bug. "In that event your head would no longer be a pumpkin, for
-it would become a squash."
-
-"Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling jokes?" demanded Tip,
-looking at the Woggle-Bug with a severe expression.
-
-"You have; and I've restrained a good many of them," replied the
-insect. "But there are opportunities for so many excellent puns in our
-language that, to an educated person like myself, the temptation to
-express them is almost irresistible."
-
-"People with more or less education discovered those puns centuries
-ago," said Tip.
-
-"Are you sure?" asked the Woggle-Bug, with a startled look.
-
-"Of course I am," answered the boy. "An educated Woggle-Bug may be a
-new thing; but a Woggle-Bug education is as old as the hills, judging
-from the display you make of it."
-
-The insect seemed much impressed by this remark, and for a time
-maintained a meek silence.
-
-The Scarecrow, in shifting his seat, saw upon the cushions the
-pepper-box which Tip had cast aside, and began to examine it.
-
-"Throw it overboard," said the boy; "it's quite empty now, and there's
-no use keeping it."
-
-"Is it really empty?" asked the Scarecrow, looking curiously into the
-box.
-
-"Of course it is," answered Tip. "I shook out every grain of the
-powder."
-
-"Then the box has two bottoms," announced the Scarecrow; "for the
-bottom on the inside is fully an inch away from the bottom on the
-outside."
-
-"Let me see," said the Tin Woodman, taking the box from his friend.
-"Yes," he declared, after looking it over, "the thing certainly has a
-false bottom. Now, I wonder what that is for?"
-
-"Can't you get it apart, and find out?" enquired Tip, now quite
-interested in the mystery.
-
-"Why, yes; the lower bottom unscrews," said the Tin Woodman. "My
-fingers are rather stiff; please see if you can open it."
-
-He handed the pepper-box to Tip, who had no difficulty in unscrewing
-the bottom. And in the cavity below were three silver pills, with a
-carefully folded paper lying underneath them.
-
-This paper the boy proceeded to unfold, taking care not to spill the
-pills, and found several lines clearly written in red ink.
-
-"Read it aloud," said the Scarecrow; so Tip read as follows:
-
-    "DR. NIKIDIK'S CELEBRATED WISHING PILLS.
-
-    "_Directions for Use_: Swallow one pill; count seventeen by twos;
-    then make a Wish.--The Wish will immediately be granted.
-
-    "CAUTION: Keep in a Dry and Dark Place."
-
-"Why, this is a very valuable discovery!" cried the Scarecrow.
-
-"It is, indeed," replied Tip, gravely. "These pills may be of great
-use to us. I wonder if old Mombi knew they were in the bottom of the
-pepper-box. I remember hearing her say that she got the Powder of Life
-from this same Nikidik."
-
-"He must be a powerful Sorcerer!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "and since
-the powder proved a success we ought to have confidence in the pills."
-
-"But how," asked the Scarecrow, "can anyone count seventeen by twos?
-Seventeen is an odd number.
-
-"That is true," replied Tip, greatly disappointed. "No one can possibly
-count seventeen by twos."
-
-"Then the pills are of no use to us," wailed the Pumpkinhead; "and this
-fact overwhelms me with grief. For I had intended wishing that my head
-would never spoil."
-
-"Nonsense!" said the Scarecrow, sharply. "If we could use the pills at
-all we would make far better wishes than that."
-
-"I do not see how anything could be better," protested poor Jack. "If
-you were liable to spoil at any time you could understand my anxiety."
-
-"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I sympathize with you in every
-respect. But since we cannot count seventeen by twos, sympathy is all
-you are liable to get."
-
-By this time it had become quite dark, and the voyagers found above
-them a cloudy sky, through which the rays of the moon could not
-penetrate.
-
-The Gump flew steadily on, and for some reason the huge sofa-body
-rocked more and more dizzily every hour.
-
-The Woggle-Bug declared he was sea-sick; and Tip was also pale and
-somewhat distressed. But the others clung to the backs of the sofas and
-did not seem to mind the motion as long as they were not tipped out.
-
-Darker and darker grew the night, and on and on sped the Gump through
-the black heavens. The travelers could not even see one another, and
-an oppressive silence settled down upon them.
-
-After a long time Tip, who had been thinking deeply, spoke.
-
-"How are we to know when we come to the palace of Glinda the Good?" he
-asked.
-
-"It's a long way to Glinda's palace," answered the Woodman; "I've
-traveled it."
-
-"But how are we to know how fast the Gump is flying?" persisted the
-boy. "We cannot see a single thing down on the earth, and before
-morning we may be far beyond the place we want to reach."
-
-"That is all true enough," the Scarecrow replied, a little uneasily.
-"But I do not see how we can stop just now; for we might alight in a
-river, or on the top of a steeple; and that would be a great disaster."
-
-So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular flops of its great
-wings, and waited patiently for morning.
-
-Then Tip's fears were proven to be well founded; for with the first
-streaks of gray dawn they looked over the sides of the sofas and
-discovered rolling plains dotted with queer villages, where the houses,
-instead of being dome-shaped--as they all are in the Land of Oz--had
-slanting roofs that rose to a peak in the center. Odd looking animals
-were also moving about upon the open plains, and the country was
-unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, who had formerly
-visited Glinda the Good's domain and knew it well.
-
-"We are lost!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "The Gump must have
-carried us entirely out of the Land of Oz and over the sandy deserts
-and into the terrible outside world that Dorothy told us about."
-
-"We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman, earnestly; "we must get
-back as soon as possible!"
-
-"Turn around!" cried Tip to the Gump; "turn as quickly as you can!"
-
-"If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm not at all used to
-flying, and the best plan would be for me to alight in some place, and
-then I can turn around and take a fresh start."
-
-Just then, however, there seemed to be no stopping-place that would
-answer their purpose. They flew over a village so big that the
-Woggle-Bug declared it was a city; and then they came to a range of
-high mountains with many deep gorges and steep cliffs showing plainly.
-
-"Now is our chance to stop," said the boy, finding they were very
-close to the mountain tops. Then he turned to the Gump and commanded:
-"Stop at the first level place you see!"
-
-"Very well," answered the Gump, and settled down upon a table of rock
-that stood between two cliffs.
-
-But not being experienced in such matters, the Gump did not judge his
-speed correctly; and instead of coming to a stop upon the flat rock he
-missed it by half the width of his body, breaking off both his right
-wings against the sharp edge of the rock and then tumbling over and
-over down the cliff.
-
-Our friends held on to the sofas as long as they could, but when the
-Gump caught on a projecting rock the Thing stopped suddenly--bottom
-side up--and all were immediately dumped out.
-
-By good fortune they fell only a few feet; for underneath them was a
-monster nest, built by a colony of Jackdaws in a hollow ledge of rock;
-so none of them--not even the Pumpkinhead--was injured by the fall.
-For Jack found his precious head resting on the soft breast of the
-Scarecrow, which made an excellent cushion; and Tip fell on a mass of
-leaves and papers, which saved him from injury. The Woggle-Bug had
-bumped his round head against the Saw-Horse, but without causing him
-more than a moment's inconvenience.
-
-[Illustration: ALL WERE IMMEDIATELY DUMPED OUT.]
-
-The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed; but finding he had escaped
-without even a scratch upon his beautiful nickel-plate he at once
-regained his accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address his comrades.
-
-"Our journey has ended rather suddenly," said he, "and we cannot justly
-blame our friend the Gump for our accident, because he did the best he
-could under the circumstances. But how we are ever to escape from this
-nest I must leave to someone with better brains than I possess."
-
-Here he gazed at the Scarecrow; who crawled to the edge of the nest and
-looked over. Below them was a sheer precipice several hundred feet in
-depth. Above them was a smooth cliff unbroken save by the point of rock
-where the wrecked body of the Gump still hung suspended from the end of
-one of the sofas. There really seemed to be no means of escape, and as
-they realized their helpless plight the little band of adventurers gave
-way to their bewilderment.
-
-"This is a worse prison than the palace," sadly remarked the Woggle-Bug.
-
-"I wish we had stayed there," moaned Jack. "I'm afraid the mountain
-air isn't good for pumpkins."
-
-"It won't be when the Jackdaws come back," growled the Saw-Horse, which
-lay waving its legs in a vain endeavor to get upon its feet again.
-"Jackdaws are especially fond of pumpkins."
-
-"Do you think the birds will come here?" asked Jack, much distressed.
-
-"Of course they will," said Tip; "for this is their nest. And there
-must be hundreds of them," he continued, "for see what a lot of things
-they have brought here!"
-
-Indeed, the nest was half filled with a most curious collection of
-small articles for which the birds could have no use, but which the
-thieving Jackdaws had stolen during many years from the homes of men.
-And as the nest was safely hidden where no human being could reach it,
-this lost property would never be recovered.
-
-The Woggle-Bug, searching among the rubbish--for the Jackdaws stole
-useless things as well as valuable ones--turned up with his foot a
-beautiful diamond necklace. This was so greatly admired by the Tin
-Woodman that the Woggle-Bug presented it to him with a graceful speech,
-after which the Woodman hung it around his neck with much pride,
-rejoicing exceedingly when the big diamonds glittered in the sun's
-rays.
-
-[Illustration: TURNED UP A BEAUTIFUL DIAMOND NECKLACE.]
-
-But now they heard a great jabbering and flopping of wings, and as the
-sound grew nearer to them Tip exclaimed:
-
-"The Jackdaws are coming! And if they find us here they will surely
-kill us in their anger."
-
-"I was afraid of this!" moaned the Pumpkinhead. "My time has come!"
-
-"And mine, also!" said the Woggle-Bug; "for Jackdaws are the greatest
-enemies of my race."
-
-The others were not at all afraid; but the Scarecrow at once decided
-to save those of the party who were liable to be injured by the angry
-birds. So he commanded Tip to take off Jack's head and lie down with
-it in the bottom of the nest, and when this was done he ordered
-the Woggle-Bug to lie beside Tip. Nick Chopper, who knew from past
-experience just what to do, then took the Scarecrow to pieces--(all
-except his head)--and scattered the straw over Tip and the Woggle-Bug,
-completely covering their bodies.
-
-Hardly had this been accomplished when the flock of Jackdaws reached
-them. Perceiving the intruders in their nest the birds flew down upon
-them with screams of rage.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Dr. Nikidik's
-    Famous Wishing Pills
-]
-
-
-The Tin Woodman was usually a peaceful man, but when occasion required
-he could fight as fiercely as a Roman gladiator. So, when the Jackdaws
-nearly knocked him down in their rush of wings, and their sharp beaks
-and claws threatened to damage his brilliant plating, the Woodman
-picked up his axe and made it whirl swiftly around his head.
-
-But although many were beaten off in this way, the birds were so
-numerous and so brave that they continued the attack as furiously as
-before. Some of them pecked at the eyes of the Gump, which hung over
-the nest in a helpless condition; but the Gump's eyes were of glass and
-could not be injured. Others of the Jackdaws rushed at the Saw-Horse;
-but that animal, being still upon his back, kicked out so viciously
-with his wooden legs that he beat off as many assailants as did the
-Woodman's axe.
-
-Finding themselves thus opposed, the birds fell upon the Scarecrow's
-straw, which lay at the center of the nest, covering Tip and the
-Woggle-Bug and Jack's pumpkin head, and began tearing it away and
-flying off with it, only to let it drop, straw by straw into the great
-gulf beneath.
-
-The Scarecrow's head, noting with dismay this wanton destruction of
-his interior, cried to the Tin Woodman to save him; and that good
-friend responded with renewed energy. His axe fairly flashed among
-the Jackdaws, and fortunately the Gump began wildly waving the two
-wings remaining on the left side of its body. The flutter of these
-great wings filled the Jackdaws with terror, and when the Gump by its
-exertions freed itself from the peg of rock on which it hung, and sank
-flopping into the nest, the alarm of the birds knew no bounds and they
-fled screaming over the mountains.
-
-When the last foe had disappeared, Tip crawled from under the sofas and
-assisted the Woggle-Bug to follow him.
-
-"We are saved!" shouted the boy, delightedly.
-
-"We are, indeed!" responded the Educated Insect, fairly hugging the
-stiff head of the Gump in his joy; "and we owe it all to the flopping
-of the Thing and the good axe of the Woodman!"
-
-"If I am saved, get me out of here!" called Jack, whose head was still
-beneath the sofas; and Tip managed to roll the pumpkin out and place it
-upon its neck again. He also set the Saw-Horse upright, and said to it:
-
-"We owe you many thanks for the gallant fight you made."
-
-"I really think we have escaped very nicely," remarked the Tin Woodman,
-in a tone of pride.
-
-"Not so!" exclaimed a hollow voice.
-
-At this they all turned in surprise to look at the Scarecrow's head,
-which lay at the back of the nest.
-
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-
-"I am completely ruined!" declared the Scarecrow, as he noted their
-astonishment. "For where is the straw that stuffs my body?"
-
-The awful question startled them all. They gazed around the nest with
-horror, for not a vestige of straw remained. The Jackdaws had stolen
-it to the last wisp and flung it all into the chasm that yawned for
-hundreds of feet beneath the nest.
-
-"My poor, poor friend!" said the Tin Woodman, taking up the Scarecrow's
-head and caressing it tenderly; "whoever could imagine you would come
-to this untimely end?"
-
-"I did it to save my friends," returned the head; "and I am glad that
-I perished in so noble and unselfish a manner."
-
-"But why are you all so despondent?" inquired the Woggle-Bug. "The
-Scarecrow's clothing is still safe."
-
-"Yes," answered the Tin Woodman; "but our friend's clothes are useless
-without stuffing."
-
-"Why not stuff him with money?" asked Tip.
-
-"Money!" they all cried, in an amazed chorus.
-
-"To be sure," said the boy. "In the bottom of the nest are thousands of
-dollar bills--and two-dollar bills--and five-dollar bills--and tens,
-and twenties, and fifties. There are enough of them to stuff a dozen
-Scarecrows. Why not use the money?"
-
-The Tin Woodman began to turn over the rubbish with the handle of his
-axe; and, sure enough, what they had first thought only worthless
-papers were found to be all bills of various denominations, which the
-mischievous Jackdaws had for years been engaged in stealing from the
-villages and cities they visited.
-
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-
-There was an immense fortune lying in that inaccessible nest; and Tip's
-suggestion was, with the Scarecrow's consent, quickly acted upon.
-
-They selected all the newest and cleanest bills and assorted them
-into various piles. The Scarecrow's left leg boot were stuffed with
-five-dollar bills; his right leg was stuffed with ten-dollar bills, and
-his body so closely filled with fifties, one-hundreds and one-thousands
-that he could scarcely button his jacket with comfort.
-
-"You are now," said the Woggle-Bug, impressively, when the task had
-been completed, "the most valuable member of our party; and as you are
-among faithful friends there is little danger of your being spent."
-
-"Thank you," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully. "I feel like a new
-man; and although at first glance I might be mistaken for a Safety
-Deposit Vault, I beg you to remember that my Brains are still composed
-of the same old material. And these are the possessions that have
-always made me a person to be depended upon in an emergency."
-
-"Well, the emergency is here," observed Tip; "and unless your brains
-help us out of it we shall be compelled to pass the remainder of our
-lives in this nest."
-
-"How about these wishing pills?" enquired the Scarecrow, taking the box
-from his jacket pocket. "Can't we use them to escape?"
-
-"Not unless we can count seventeen by twos," answered the Tin Woodman.
-"But our friend the Woggle-Bug claims to be highly educated, so he
-ought easily to figure out how that can be done."
-
-"It isn't a question of education," returned the Insect; "it's merely a
-question of mathematics. I've seen the Professor work lots of sums on
-the black-board, and he claimed anything could be done with x's and y's
-and a's, and such things, by mixing them up with plenty of plusses and
-minuses and equals, and so forth. But he never said anything, so far
-as I can remember, about counting up to the odd number of seventeen by
-the even numbers of twos."
-
-"Stop! stop!" cried the Pumpkinhead. "You're making my head ache."
-
-"And mine," added the Scarecrow. "Your mathematics seem to me very like
-a bottle of mixed pickles--the more you fish for what you want the less
-chance you have of getting it. I am certain that if the thing can be
-accomplished at all, it is in a very simple manner."
-
-"Yes," said Tip; "old Mombi couldn't use x's and minuses, for she never
-went to school."
-
-"Why not start counting at a half of one?" asked the Saw-Horse,
-abruptly. "Then anyone can count up to seventeen by twos very easily."
-
-They looked at each other in surprise, for the Saw-Horse was considered
-the most stupid of the entire party.
-
-"You make me quite ashamed of myself," said the Scarecrow, bowing low
-to the Saw-Horse.
-
-"Nevertheless, the creature is right," declared the Woggle-Bug; "for
-twice one-half is one, and if you get to one it is easy to count from
-one up to seventeen by twos."
-
-"I wonder I didn't think of that myself," said the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"I don't," returned the Scarecrow. "You're no wiser than the rest of
-us, are you? But let us make a wish at once. Who will swallow the first
-pill?"
-
-"Suppose you do it," suggested Tip.
-
-"I can't," said the Scarecrow.
-
-"Why not? You've a mouth, haven't you?" asked the boy.
-
-"Yes; but my mouth is painted on, and there's no swallow connected with
-it," answered the Scarecrow. "In fact," he continued, looking from one
-to another critically, "I believe the boy and the Woggle-Bug are the
-only ones in our party that are able to swallow."
-
-Observing the truth of this remark, Tip said:
-
-"Then I will undertake to make the first wish. Give me one of the
-Silver Pills."
-
-This the Scarecrow tried to do; but his padded gloves were too clumsy
-to clutch so small an object, and he held the box toward the boy while
-Tip selected one of the pills and swallowed it.
-
-"Count!" cried the Scarecrow.
-
-"One-half, one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven, thirteen, fifteen,
-seventeen!" counted Tip.
-
-"Now wish!" said the Tin Woodman anxiously.
-
-But just then the boy began to suffer such fearful pains that he became
-alarmed.
-
-"The pill has poisoned me!" he gasped; "O--h! O-o-o-o-o! Ouch! Murder!
-Fire! O-o-h!" and here he rolled upon the bottom of the nest in such
-contortions that he frightened them all.
-
-"What can we do for you? Speak, I beg!" entreated the Tin Woodman,
-tears of sympathy running down his nickel cheeks.
-
-"I--I don't know!" answered Tip. "O--h! I wish I'd never swallowed that
-pill!"
-
-Then at once the pain stopped, and the boy rose to his feet again and
-found the Scarecrow looking with amazement at the end of the pepper-box.
-
-"What's happened?" asked the boy, a little ashamed of his recent
-exhibition.
-
-"Why, the three pills are in the box again!" said the Scarecrow.
-
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-
-"Of course they are," the Woggle-Bug declared. "Didn't Tip wish that
-he'd never swallowed one of them? Well, the wish came true, and he
-_didn't_ swallow one of them. So of course they are all three in the
-box."
-
-"That may be; but the pill gave me a dreadful pain, just the same,"
-said the boy.
-
-"Impossible!" declared the Woggle-Bug. "If you have never swallowed
-it, the pill can not have given you a pain. And as your wish, being
-granted, proves you did not swallow the pill, it is also plain that you
-suffered no pain."
-
-"Then it was a splendid imitation of a pain," retorted Tip, angrily.
-"Suppose you try the next pill yourself. We've wasted one wish already."
-
-"Oh, no, we haven't!" protested the Scarecrow. "Here are still three
-pills in the box, and each pill is good for a wish."
-
-"Now you're making _my_ head ache," said Tip. "I can't understand the
-thing at all. But I won't take another pill, I promise you!" and with
-this remark he retired sulkily to the back of the nest.
-
-"Well," said the Woggle-Bug, "it remains for me to save us in my most
-Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated manner; for I seem to be the
-only one able and willing to make a wish. Let me have one of the pills."
-
-He swallowed it without hesitation, and they all stood admiring his
-courage while the Insect counted seventeen by twos in the same way
-that Tip had done. And for some reason--perhaps because Woggle-Bugs
-have stronger stomachs than boys--the silver pellet caused it no pain
-whatever.
-
-"I wish the Gump's broken wings mended, and as good as new!" said the
-Woggle-Bug, in a slow, impressive voice.
-
-All turned to look at the Thing, and so quickly had the wish been
-granted that the Gump lay before them in perfect repair, and as well
-able to fly through the air as when it had first been brought to life
-on the roof of the palace.
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
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-
-    The Scarecrow Appeals
-    to Glinda the Good
-]
-
-
-"Hooray!" shouted the Scarecrow, gaily. "We can now leave this
-miserable Jackdaws' nest whenever we please."
-
-"But it is nearly dark," said the Tin Woodman; "and unless we wait
-until morning to make our flight we may get into more trouble. I don't
-like these night trips, for one never knows what will happen."
-
-So it was decided to wait until daylight, and the adventurers amused
-themselves in the twilight by searching the Jackdaws' nest for
-treasures.
-
-The Woggle-Bug found two handsome bracelets of wrought gold, which
-fitted his slender arms very well. The Scarecrow took a fancy for
-rings, of which there were many in the nest. Before long he had fitted
-a ring to each finger of his padded gloves, and not being content
-with that display he added one more to each thumb. As he carefully
-chose those rings set with sparkling stones, such as rubies, amethysts
-and sapphires, the Scarecrow's hands now presented a most brilliant
-appearance.
-
-"This nest would be a picnic for Queen Jinjur," said he, musingly; "for
-as nearly as I can make out she and her girls conquered me merely to
-rob my city of its emeralds."
-
-The Tin Woodman was content with his diamond necklace and refused
-to accept any additional decorations; but Tip secured a fine gold
-watch, which was attached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his pocket
-with much pride. He also pinned several jeweled brooches to Jack
-Pumpkinhead's red waistcoat, and attached a lorgnette, by means of a
-fine chain, to the neck of the Saw-Horse.
-
-"It's very pretty," said the creature, regarding the lorgnette
-approvingly; "but what is it for?"
-
-None of them could answer that question, however; so the Saw-Horse
-decided it was some rare decoration and became very fond of it.
-
-That none of the party might be slighted, they ended by placing several
-large seal rings upon the points of the Gump's antlers, although that
-odd personage seemed by no means gratified by the attention.
-
-Darkness soon fell upon them, and Tip and the Woggle-Bug went to sleep
-while the others sat down to wait patiently for the day.
-
-Next morning they had cause to congratulate themselves upon the useful
-condition of the Gump; for with daylight a great flock of Jackdaws
-approached to engage in one more battle for the possession of the nest.
-
-But our adventurers did not wait for the assault. They tumbled into the
-cushioned seats of the sofas as quickly as possible, and Tip gave the
-word to the Gump to start.
-
-At once it rose into the air, the great wings flopping strongly and
-with regular motions, and in a few moments they were so far from the
-nest that the chattering Jackdaws took possession without any attempt
-at pursuit.
-
-The Thing flew due North, going in the same direction from whence
-it had come. At least, that was the Scarecrow's opinion, and the
-others agreed that the Scarecrow was the best judge of direction.
-After passing over several cities and villages the Gump carried them
-high above a broad plain where houses became more and more scattered
-until they disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy desert
-separating the rest of the world from the Land of Oz, and before noon
-they saw the dome-shaped houses that proved they were once more within
-the borders of their native land.
-
-"But the houses and fences are blue," said the Tin Woodman, "and that
-indicates we are in the land of the Munchkins, and therefore a long
-distance from Glinda the Good."
-
-"What shall we do?" asked the boy, turning to their guide.
-
-"I don't know," replied the Scarecrow, frankly. "If we were at the
-Emerald City we could then move directly southward, and so reach our
-destination. But we dare not go to the Emerald City, and the Gump is
-probably carrying us further in the wrong direction with every flop of
-its wings."
-
-"Then the Woggle-Bug must swallow another pill," said Tip, decidedly,
-"and wish us headed in the right direction."
-
-"Very well," returned the Highly Magnified one; "I'm willing."
-
-But when the Scarecrow searched in his pocket for the pepper-box
-containing the two silver Wishing Pills, it was not to be found. Filled
-with anxiety, the voyagers hunted throughout every inch of the Thing
-for the precious box; but it had disappeared entirely.
-
-And still the Gump flew onward, carrying them they knew not where.
-
-"I must have left the pepper-box in the Jackdaws' nest," said the
-Scarecrow, at length.
-
-"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no
-worse off than before we discovered the Wishing Pills."
-
-"We are better off," replied Tip; "for the one pill we used has enabled
-us to escape from that horrible nest."
-
-"Yet the loss of the other two is serious, and I deserve a good
-scolding for my carelessness," the Scarecrow rejoined, penitently. "For
-in such an unusual party as this accidents are liable to happen any
-moment, and even now we may be approaching a new danger."
-
-No one dared contradict this, and a dismal silence ensued.
-
-The Gump flew steadily on.
-
-Suddenly Tip uttered an exclamation of surprise.
-
-"We must have reached the South Country," he cried, "for below us
-everything is red!"
-
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-
-Immediately they all leaned over the backs of the sofas to look--all
-except Jack, who was too careful of his pumpkin head to risk its
-slipping off his neck. Sure enough; the red houses and fences and
-trees indicated they were within the domain of Glinda the Good; and
-presently, as they glided rapidly on, the Tin Woodman recognized the
-roads and buildings they passed, and altered slightly the flight
-of the Gump so that they might reach the palace of the celebrated
-Sorceress.
-
-"Good!" cried the Scarecrow, delightedly. "We do not need the lost
-Wishing Pills now, for we have arrived at our destination."
-
-Gradually the Thing sank lower and nearer to the ground until at length
-it came to rest within the beautiful gardens of Glinda, settling upon
-a velvety green lawn close by a fountain which sent sprays of flashing
-gems, instead of water, high into the air, whence they fell with a
-soft, tinkling sound into the carved marble basin placed to receive
-them.
-
-Everything was very gorgeous in Glinda's gardens, and while our
-voyagers gazed about with admiring eyes a company of soldiers silently
-appeared and surrounded them. But these soldiers of the great Sorceress
-were entirely different from those of Jinjur's Army of Revolt, although
-they were likewise girls. For Glinda's soldiers wore neat uniforms and
-bore swords and spears; and they marched with a skill and precision
-that proved them well trained in the arts of war.
-
-The Captain commanding this troop--which was Glinda's private Body
-Guard--recognized the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman at once, and
-greeted them with respectful salutations.
-
-"Good day!" said the Scarecrow, gallantly removing his hat, while the
-Woodman gave a soldierly salute; "we have come to request an audience
-with your fair Ruler."
-
-"Glinda is now within her palace, awaiting you," returned the Captain;
-"for she saw you coming long before you arrived."
-
-"That is strange!" said Tip, wondering.
-
-"Not at all," answered the Scarecrow; "for Glinda the Good is a mighty
-Sorceress, and nothing that goes on in the Land of Oz escapes her
-notice. I suppose she knows why we came as well as we do ourselves."
-
-"Then what was the use of our coming?" asked Jack, stupidly.
-
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-
-"To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!" retorted the Scarecrow. "But, if the
-Sorceress expects us, we must not keep her waiting."
-
-So they all clambered out of the sofas and followed the Captain toward
-the palace--even the Saw-Horse taking his place in the queer procession.
-
-Upon her throne of finely wrought gold sat Glinda, and she could
-scarcely repress a smile as her peculiar visitors entered and bowed
-before her. Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman she knew and
-liked; but the awkward Pumpkinhead and Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug
-were creatures she had never seen before, and they seemed even more
-curious than the others. As for the Saw-Horse, he looked to be nothing
-more than an animated chunk of wood; and he bowed so stiffly that his
-head bumped against the floor, causing a ripple of laughter among the
-soldiers, in which Glinda frankly joined.
-
-"I beg to announce to your glorious highness," began the Scarecrow, in
-a solemn voice, "that my Emerald City has been overrun by a crowd of
-impudent girls with knitting-needles, who have enslaved all the men,
-robbed the streets and public buildings of all their emerald jewels,
-and usurped my throne."
-
-"I know it," said Glinda.
-
-"They also threatened to destroy me, as well as all the good friends
-and allies you see before you," continued the Scarecrow; "and had we
-not managed to escape their clutches our days would long since have
-ended."
-
-"I know it," repeated Glinda.
-
-"Therefore I have come to beg your assistance," resumed the Scarecrow,
-"for I believe you are always glad to succor the unfortunate and
-oppressed."
-
-"That is true," replied the Sorceress, slowly. "But the Emerald City is
-now ruled by General Jinjur, who has caused herself to be proclaimed
-Queen. What right have I to oppose her?"
-
-"Why, she stole the throne from me," said the Scarecrow.
-
-"And how came you to possess the throne?" asked Glinda.
-
-"I got it from the Wizard of Oz, and by the choice of the people,"
-returned the Scarecrow, uneasy at such questioning.
-
-"And where did the Wizard get it?" she continued, gravely.
-
-"I am told he took it from Pastoria, the former King," said the
-Scarecrow, becoming confused under the intent look of the Sorceress.
-
-"Then," declared Glinda, "the throne of the Emerald City belongs
-neither to you nor to Jinjur, but to this Pastoria from whom the Wizard
-usurped it."
-
-"That is true," acknowledged the Scarecrow, humbly; "but Pastoria is
-now dead and gone, and some one must rule in his place."
-
-"Pastoria had a daughter, who is the rightful heir to the throne of the
-Emerald City. Did you know that?" questioned the Sorceress.
-
-"No," replied the Scarecrow. "But if the girl still lives I will not
-stand in her way. It will satisfy me as well to have Jinjur turned out,
-as an impostor, as to regain the throne myself. In fact, it isn't much
-fun to be King, especially if one has good brains. I have known for
-some time that I am fitted to occupy a far more exalted position. But
-where is this girl who owns the throne, and what is her name?"
-
-"Her name is Ozma," answered Glinda. "But where she is I have tried in
-vain to discover. For the Wizard of Oz, when he stole the throne from
-Ozma's father, hid the girl in some secret place; and by means of a
-magical trick with which I am not familiar he also managed to prevent
-her being discovered--even by so experienced a Sorceress as myself."
-
-"That is strange," interrupted the Woggle-Bug, pompously. "I have
-been informed that the Wonderful Wizard of Oz was nothing more than a
-humbug!"
-
-"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, much provoked by this speech.
-"Didn't he give me a wonderful set of brains?"
-
-"There's no humbug about my heart," announced the Tin Woodman, glaring
-indignantly at the Woggle-Bug.
-
-"Perhaps I was misinformed," stammered the Insect, shrinking back; "I
-never knew the Wizard personally."
-
-"Well, we did," retorted the Scarecrow, "and he was a very great
-Wizard, I assure you. It is true he was guilty of some slight
-impostures, but unless he was a great Wizard how--let me ask--could he
-have hidden this girl Ozma so securely that no one can find her?"
-
-"I--I give it up!" replied the Woggle-Bug, meekly.
-
-"That is the most sensible speech you've made," said the Tin Woodman.
-
-"I must really make another effort to discover where this girl is
-hidden," resumed the Sorceress, thoughtfully. "I have in my library a
-book in which is inscribed every action of the Wizard while he was in
-our land of Oz--or, at least, every action that could be observed by
-my spies. This book I will read carefully tonight, and try to single
-out the acts that may guide us in discovering the lost Ozma. In the
-meantime, pray amuse yourselves in my palace and command my servants as
-if they were your own. I will grant you another audience tomorrow."
-
-With this gracious speech Glinda dismissed the adventurers, and they
-wandered away through the beautiful gardens, where they passed several
-hours enjoying all the delightful things with which the Queen of the
-Southland had surrounded her royal palace.
-
-On the following morning they again appeared before Glinda, who said to
-them:
-
-"I have searched carefully through the records of the Wizard's
-actions, and among them I can find but three that appear to have been
-suspicious. He ate beans with a knife, made three secret visits to old
-Mombi, and limped slightly on his left foot."
-
-"Ah! that last is certainly suspicious!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead.
-
-"Not necessarily," said the Scarecrow; "he may have had corns. Now, it
-seems to me his eating beans with a knife is more suspicious."
-
-"Perhaps it is a polite custom in Omaha, from which great country the
-Wizard originally came," suggested the Tin Woodman.
-
-"It may be," admitted the Scarecrow.
-
-"But why," asked Glinda, "did he make three secret visits to old Mombi?"
-
-"Ah! Why, indeed!" echoed the Woggle-Bug, impressively.
-
-"We know that the Wizard taught the old woman many of his tricks of
-magic," continued Glinda; "and this he would not have done had she not
-assisted him in some way. So we may suspect with good reason that Mombi
-aided him to hide the girl Ozma, who was the real heir to the throne
-of the Emerald City, and a constant danger to the usurper. For, if the
-people knew that she lived, they would quickly make her their Queen and
-restore her to her rightful position."
-
-"An able argument!" cried the Scarecrow. "I have no doubt that Mombi
-was mixed up in this wicked business. But how does that knowledge help
-us?"
-
-"We must find Mombi," replied Glinda, "and force her to tell where the
-girl is hidden."
-
-"Mombi is now with Queen Jinjur, in the Emerald City," said Tip. "It
-was she who threw so many obstacles in our pathway, and made Jinjur
-threaten to destroy my friends and give me back into the old witch's
-power."
-
-"Then," decided Glinda, "I will march with my army to the Emerald
-City, and take Mombi prisoner. After that we can, perhaps, force her to
-tell the truth about Ozma."
-
-"She is a terrible old woman!" remarked Tip, with a shudder at the
-thought of Mombi's black kettle; "and obstinate, too."
-
-"I am quite obstinate myself," returned the Sorceress, with a sweet
-smile; "so I do not fear Mombi in the least. Today I will make all
-necessary preparations, and we will march upon the Emerald City at
-daybreak tomorrow."
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
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-
-    The Tin-Woodman
-    Plucks a Rose
-]
-
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-
-The Army of Glinda the Good looked very grand and imposing when it
-assembled at daybreak before the palace gates. The uniforms of the
-girl soldiers were pretty and of gay colors, and their silver-tipped
-spears were bright and glistening, the long shafts being inlaid with
-mother-of-pearl. All the officers wore sharp, gleaming swords, and
-shields edged with peacock-feathers; and it really seemed that no foe
-could by any possibility defeat such a brilliant army.
-
-The Sorceress rode in a beautiful palanquin which was like the body of
-a coach, having doors and windows with silken curtains; but instead
-of wheels, which a coach has, the palanquin rested upon two long,
-horizontal bars, which were borne upon the shoulders of twelve servants.
-
-The Scarecrow and his comrades decided to ride in the Gump, in order
-to keep up with the swift march of the army; so, as soon as Glinda had
-started and her soldiers had marched away to the inspiring strains of
-music played by the royal band, our friends climbed into the sofas
-and followed. The Gump flew along slowly at a point directly over the
-palanquin in which rode the Sorceress.
-
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-
-"Be careful," said the Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow, who was leaning
-far over the side to look at the army below. "You might fall."
-
-"It wouldn't matter," remarked the educated Woggle-Bug; "he can't get
-broke so long as he is stuffed with money."
-
-"Didn't I ask you--" began Tip, in a reproachful voice.
-
-"You did!" said the Woggle-Bug, promptly. "And I beg your pardon. I
-will really try to restrain myself."
-
-"You'd better," declared the boy. "That is, if you wish to travel in
-our company."
-
-"Ah! I couldn't bear to part with you now," murmured the Insect,
-feelingly; so Tip let the subject drop.
-
-The army moved steadily on, but night had fallen before they came
-to the walls of the Emerald City. By the dim light of the new moon,
-however, Glinda's forces silently surrounded the city and pitched their
-tents of scarlet silk upon the greensward. The tent of the Sorceress
-was larger than the others, and was composed of pure white silk, with
-scarlet banners flying above it. A tent was also pitched for the
-Scarecrow's party; and when these preparations had been made, with
-military precision and quickness, the army retired to rest.
-
-Great was the amazement of Queen Jinjur next morning when her soldiers
-came running to inform her of the vast army surrounding them. She at
-once climbed to a high tower of the royal palace and saw banners waving
-in every direction and the great white tent of Glinda standing directly
-before the gates.
-
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-
-"We are surely lost!" cried Jinjur, in despair; "for how can our
-knitting-needles avail against the long spears and terrible swords of
-our foes?"
-
-"The best thing we can do," said one of the girls, "is to surrender as
-quickly as possible, before we get hurt."
-
-"Not so," returned Jinjur, more bravely. "The enemy is still outside
-the walls, so we must try to gain time by engaging them in parley. Go
-you with a flag of truce to Glinda and ask her why she has dared to
-invade my dominions, and what are her demands."
-
-So the girl passed through the gates, bearing a white flag to show she
-was on a mission of peace, and came to Glinda's tent.
-
-"Tell your Queen," said the Sorceress to the girl, "that she must
-deliver up to me old Mombi, to be my prisoner. If this is done I will
-not molest her farther."
-
-Now when this message was delivered to the Queen it filled her with
-dismay, for Mombi was her chief counsellor, and Jinjur was terribly
-afraid of the old hag. But she sent for Mombi, and told her what Glinda
-had said.
-
-"I see trouble ahead for all of us," muttered the old witch, after
-glancing into a magic mirror she carried in her pocket. "But we may
-even yet escape by deceiving this sorceress, clever as she thinks
-herself."
-
-"Don't you think it will be safer for me to deliver you into her
-hands?" asked Jinjur, nervously.
-
-"If you do, it will cost you the throne of the Emerald City!" answered
-the witch, positively. "But, if you will let me have my own way, I can
-save us both very easily."
-
-"Then do as you please," replied Jinjur, "for it is so aristocratic to
-be a Queen that I do not wish to be obliged to return home again, to
-make beds and wash dishes for my mother."
-
-So Mombi called Jellia Jamb to her, and performed a certain magical
-rite with which she was familiar. As a result of the enchantment Jellia
-took on the form and features of Mombi, while the old witch grew to
-resemble the girl so closely that it seemed impossible anyone could
-guess the deception.
-
-"Now," said old Mombi to the Queen, "let your soldiers deliver up this
-girl to Glinda. She will think she has the real Mombi in her power, and
-so will return immediately to her own country in the South."
-
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-
-Therefore Jellia, hobbling along like an aged woman, was led from the
-city gates and taken before Glinda.
-
-"Here is the person you demanded," said one of the guards, "and our
-Queen now begs you will go away, as you promised, and leave us in
-peace."
-
-"That I will surely do," replied Glinda, much pleased; "if this is
-really the person she seems to be."
-
-"It is certainly old Mombi," said the guard, who believed she was
-speaking the truth; and then Jinjur's soldiers returned within the
-city's gates.
-
-The Sorceress quickly summoned the Scarecrow and his friends to her
-tent, and began to question the supposed Mombi about the lost girl
-Ozma. But Jellia knew nothing at all of this affair, and presently she
-grew so nervous under the questioning that she gave way and began to
-weep, to Glinda's great astonishment.
-
-"Here is some foolish trickery!" said the Sorceress, her eyes flashing
-with anger. "This is not Mombi at all, but some other person who has
-been made to resemble her! Tell me," she demanded, turning to the
-trembling girl, "what is your name?"
-
-This Jellia dared not tell, having been threatened with death by the
-witch if she confessed the fraud. But Glinda, sweet and fair though she
-was, understood magic better than any other person in the Land of Oz.
-So, by uttering a few potent words and making a peculiar gesture, she
-quickly transformed the girl into her proper shape, while at the same
-time old Mombi, far away in Jinjur's palace, suddenly resumed her own
-crooked form and evil features.
-
-"Why, it's Jellia Jamb!" cried the Scarecrow, recognizing in the girl
-one of his old friends.
-
-"It's our interpreter!" said the Pumpkinhead, smiling pleasantly.
-
-Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi had played, and she
-also begged Glinda's protection, which the Sorceress readily granted.
-But Glinda was now really angry, and sent word to Jinjur that the
-fraud was discovered and she must deliver up the real Mombi or suffer
-terrible consequences. Jinjur was prepared for this message, for the
-witch well understood, when her natural form was thrust upon her, that
-Glinda had discovered her trickery. But the wicked old creature had
-already thought up a new deception, and had made Jinjur promise to
-carry it out. So the Queen said to Glinda's messenger:
-
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-
-"Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi anywhere; but that Glinda
-is welcome to enter the city and search herself for the old woman. She
-may also bring her friends with her, if she likes; but if she does not
-find Mombi by sundown, the Sorceress must promise to go away peaceably
-and bother us no more."
-
-Glinda agreed to these terms, well knowing that Mombi was somewhere
-within the city walls. So Jinjur caused the gates to be thrown open,
-and Glinda marched in at the head of a company of soldiers, followed by
-the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, while Jack Pumpkinhead rode astride
-the Saw-Horse, and the Educated, Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug sauntered
-behind in a dignified manner. Tip walked by the side of the Sorceress,
-for Glinda had conceived a great liking for the boy.
-
-Of course old Mombi had no intention of being found by Glinda; so,
-while her enemies were marching up the street, the witch transformed
-herself into a red rose growing upon a bush in the garden of the
-palace. It was a clever idea, and a trick Glinda did not suspect; so
-several precious hours were spent in a vain search for Mombi.
-
-As sundown approached the Sorceress realized she had been defeated by
-the superior cunning of the aged witch; so she gave the command to her
-people to march out of the city and back to their tents.
-
-The Scarecrow and his comrades happened to be searching in the garden
-of the palace just then, and they turned with disappointment to obey
-Glinda's command. But before they left the garden the Tin Woodman,
-who was fond of flowers, chanced to espy a big red rose growing upon
-a bush; so he plucked the flower and fastened it securely in the tin
-button-hole of his tin bosom.
-
-As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan proceed from the rose;
-but he paid no attention to the sound, and Mombi was thus carried out
-of the city and into Glinda's camp without anyone having a suspicion
-that they had succeeded in their quest.
-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Transformation
-    of Old Mombi
-]
-
-
-The Witch was at first frightened at finding herself captured by the
-enemy; but soon she decided that she was exactly as safe in the Tin
-Woodman's button-hole as growing upon the bush. For no one knew the
-rose and Mombi to be one, and now that she was without the gates of the
-City her chances of escaping altogether from Glinda were much improved.
-
-"But there is no hurry," thought Mombi. "I will wait awhile and enjoy
-the humiliation of this Sorceress when she finds I have outwitted her."
-
-So throughout the night the rose lay quietly on the Woodman's bosom,
-and in the morning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consultation,
-Nick Chopper carried his pretty flower with him to the white silk tent.
-
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-
-"For some reason," said Glinda, "we have failed to find this cunning
-old Mombi; so I fear our expedition will prove a failure. And for that
-I am sorry, because without our assistance little Ozma will never be
-rescued and restored to her rightful position as Queen of the Emerald
-City."
-
-"Do not let us give up so easily," said the Pumpkinhead. "Let us do
-something else."
-
-"Something else must really be done," replied Glinda, with a smile;
-"yet I cannot understand how I have been defeated so easily by an old
-Witch who knows far less of magic than I do myself."
-
-"While we are on the ground I believe it would be wise for us to
-conquer the Emerald City for Princess Ozma, and find the girl
-afterward," said the Scarecrow. "And while the girl remains hidden I
-will gladly rule in her place, for I understand the business of ruling
-much better than Jinjur does."
-
-"But I have promised not to molest Jinjur," objected Glinda.
-
-"Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom--or Empire, rather," said
-the Tin Woodman, politely including the entire party in a royal wave of
-his arm. "It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle,
-where there is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be
-nickel-plated, my valet will do it free of all expense."
-
-While the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyes had been noting the rose
-in his button-hole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of
-the flower tremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and
-in a moment more the Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was
-nothing else than a transformation of old Mombi. At the same instant
-Mombi knew she was discovered and must quickly plan an escape, and
-as transformations were easy to her she immediately took the form of
-a Shadow and glided along the wall of the tent toward the entrance,
-thinking thus to disappear.
-
-But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than
-the Witch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent before the
-Shadow, and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely
-that Mombi could not find a crack big enough to creep through. The
-Scarecrow and his friends were greatly surprised at Glinda's actions;
-for none of them had noted the Shadow. But the Sorceress said to them:
-
-"Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with
-us in this tent, and I hope to capture her."
-
-These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from
-a shadow to a Black Ant, in which shape she crawled along the ground,
-seeking a crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.
-
-Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being just
-before the city gates, was hard and smooth; and while the Ant still
-crawled about, Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect
-its capture. But, just as her hand was descending, the Witch, now
-fairly frantic with fear, made her last transformation, and in the form
-of a huge Griffin sprang through the wall of the tent--tearing the silk
-asunder in her rush--and in a moment had darted away with the speed of
-a whirlwind.
-
-Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the
-Saw-Horse and cried:
-
-"Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run--run--run!"
-
-The Saw-Horse ran. Like a flash he followed the Griffin, his wooden
-legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays of a star. Before
-our friends could recover from their surprise both the Griffin and the
-Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight.
-
-"Come! Let us follow!" cried the Scarecrow.
-
-They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled
-aboard.
-
-"Fly!" commanded Tip, eagerly.
-
-"Where to?" asked the Gump, in its calm voice.
-
-"I don't know," returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; "but
-if you will mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda
-has gone."
-
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-
-"Very well," returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings
-and mounted high into the air.
-
-Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks,
-speeding one after the other; and they knew these specks must be the
-Griffin and the Saw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump's attention to them
-and bade the creature try to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But,
-swift as was the Gump's flight, the pursued and pursuer moved more
-swiftly yet, and within a few moments were blotted out against the dim
-horizon.
-
-"Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless," said the Scarecrow;
-"for the Land of Oz is of small extent, and sooner or later they must
-both come to a halt."
-
-Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a
-Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more
-enduring than that of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the
-untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days
-without slacking their speed. Therefore, after an hour's hard running,
-the Griffin's breath began to fail, and it panted and gasped painfully,
-and moved more slowly than before. Then it reached the edge of the
-desert and began racing across the deep sands. But its tired feet sank
-far into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward,
-completely exhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.
-
-Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; and
-having unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress
-threw it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so
-destroyed the magical power of Mombi's transformation.
-
-For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while
-in its place was discovered the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely
-at the serene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    Princess Ozma of Oz
-]
-
-
-"You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any
-longer," said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. "Lie still a moment,
-and rest yourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent."
-
-"Why do you seek me?" asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly
-for lack of breath. "What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?"
-
-"You have done nothing to me," answered the gentle Sorceress; "but I
-suspect you have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find
-it is true that you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to
-punish you severely."
-
-"I defy you!" croaked the old hag. "You dare not harm me!"
-
-Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands
-beside Glinda. Our friends were delighted to find that Mombi had
-finally been captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided
-they should all return to the camp in the Gump. So the Saw-Horse was
-tossed aboard, and then Glinda, still holding an end of the golden
-thread that was around Mombi's neck, forced her prisoner to climb into
-the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave the word to the Gump
-to return.
-
-The journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim
-and sullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the
-magical thread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda's return
-with loud cheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the
-royal tent, which had been neatly repaired during their absence.
-
-"Now," said the Sorceress to Mombi, "I want you to tell us why the
-Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the
-child, Ozma, which so curiously disappeared."
-
-The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said not a word.
-
-"Answer me!" cried the Sorceress.
-
-But still Mombi remained silent.
-
-"Perhaps she doesn't know," remarked Jack.
-
-"I beg you will keep quiet," said Tip. "You might spoil everything with
-your foolishness."
-
-"Very well, dear father!" returned the Pumpkinhead, meekly.
-
-"How glad I am to be a Woggle-Bug!" murmured the Highly Magnified
-Insect, softly. "No one can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."
-
-"Well," said the Scarecrow, "what shall we do to make Mombi speak?
-Unless she tells us what we wish to know her capture will do us no good
-at all."
-
-"Suppose we try kindness," suggested the Tin Woodman. "I've heard that
-anyone can be conquered with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be."
-
-At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin
-Woodman shrank back abashed.
-
-Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to
-Mombi and said:
-
-"You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am
-determined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell
-me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death."
-
-"Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an
-awful thing to kill anyone--even old Mombi!"
-
-"But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi to
-death, because she will prefer to tell me the truth."
-
-"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much relieved.
-
-"Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know," said Mombi, speaking so
-suddenly that she startled them all. "What will you do with me then?"
-
-"In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a
-powerful draught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have
-ever learned."
-
-"Then I would become a helpless old woman!"
-
-"But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.
-
-"Do try to keep silent!" said Tip, nervously.
-
-"I'll try," responded Jack; "but you will admit that it's a good thing
-to be alive."
-
-"Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated," added the
-Woggle-Bug, nodding approval.
-
-"You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if
-you remain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me
-the truth. But I think you will prefer to live."
-
-Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in
-earnest, and not to be trifled with. So she replied, slowly:
-
-"I will answer your questions."
-
-"That is what I expected," said Glinda, pleasantly. "You have chosen
-wisely, I assure you."
-
-She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful
-golden casket. From this the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl,
-attached to a slender chain which she placed around her neck in such a
-way that the pearl rested upon her bosom, directly over her heart.
-
-"Now," said she, "I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay
-you three visits?"
-
-"Because I would not come to him," answered Mombi.
-
-"That is no answer," said Glinda, sternly. "Tell me the truth."
-
-"Well," returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, "he visited me to learn the
-way I make tea-biscuits."
-
-"Look up!" commanded the Sorceress.
-
-Mombi obeyed.
-
-"What is the color of my pearl?" demanded Glinda.
-
-"Why--it is black!" replied the old Witch, in a tone of wonder.
-
-"Then you have told me a falsehood!" cried Glinda, angrily. "Only when
-the truth is spoken will my magic pearl remain a pure white in color."
-
-Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive the Sorceress; so
-she said, meanwhile scowling at her defeat:
-
-"The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who was then no more than a
-baby, and begged me to conceal the child."
-
-"That is what I thought," declared Glinda, calmly. "What did he give
-you for thus serving him?"
-
-"He taught me all the magical tricks he knew. Some were good tricks,
-and some were only frauds; but I have remained faithful to my promise."
-
-"What did you do with the girl?" asked Glinda; and at this question
-everyone bent forward and listened eagerly for the reply.
-
-"I enchanted her," answered Mombi.
-
-"In what way?"
-
-"I transformed her into--into--"
-
-"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as the Witch hesitated.
-
-"_Into a boy!_" said Mombi, in a low tone.
-
-"A boy!" echoed every voice; and then, because they knew that this old
-woman had reared Tip from childhood, all eyes were turned to where the
-boy stood.
-
-"Yes," said the old Witch, nodding her head; "that is the Princess
-Ozma--the child brought to me by the Wizard who stole her father's
-throne. That is the rightful ruler of the Emerald City!" and she
-pointed her long bony finger straight at the boy.
-
-"I!" cried Tip, in amazement. "Why, I'm no Princess Ozma--I'm not a
-girl!"
-
-Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his small brown hand within
-her dainty white one.
-
-[Illustration: MOMBI POINTED HER LONG, BONY FINGER AT THE BOY.]
-
-"You are not a girl just now," said she, gently, "because Mombi
-transformed you into a boy. But you were born a girl, and also a
-Princess; so you must resume your proper form, that you may become
-Queen of the Emerald City."
-
-"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!" exclaimed Tip, ready to cry. "I want to
-stay a boy, and travel with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the
-Woggle-Bug, and Jack--yes! and my friend the Saw-Horse--and the Gump!
-I don't want to be a girl!"
-
-"Never mind, old chap," said the Tin Woodman, soothingly; "it don't
-hurt to be a girl, I'm told; and we will all remain your faithful
-friends just the same. And, to be honest with you, I've always
-considered girls nicer than boys."
-
-"They're just as nice, anyway," added the Scarecrow, patting Tip
-affectionately upon the head.
-
-"And they are equally good students," proclaimed the Woggle-Bug. "I
-should like to become your tutor, when you are transformed into a girl
-again."
-
-"But--see here!" said Jack Pumpkinhead, with a gasp: "if you become a
-girl, you can't be my dear father any more!"
-
-"No," answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety; "and I shall not
-be sorry to escape the relationship." Then he added, hesitatingly, as
-he turned to Glinda: "I might try it for awhile,--just to see how it
-seems, you know. But if I don't like being a girl you must promise to
-change me into a boy again."
-
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-
-"Really," said the Sorceress, "that is beyond my magic. I never deal in
-transformations, for they are not honest, and no respectable sorceress
-likes to make things appear to be what they are not. Only unscrupulous
-witches use the art, and therefore I must ask Mombi to effect your
-release from her charm, and restore you to your proper form. It will be
-the last opportunity she will have to practice magic."
-
-Now that the truth about Princess Ozma had been discovered, Mombi did
-not care what became of Tip; but she feared Glinda's anger, and the boy
-generously promised to provide for Mombi in her old age if he became
-the ruler of the Emerald City. So the Witch consented to effect the
-transformation, and preparations for the event were at once made.
-
-Glinda ordered her own royal couch to be placed in the center of the
-tent. It was piled high with cushions covered with rose-colored silk,
-and from a golden railing above hung many folds of pink gossamer,
-completely concealing the interior of the couch.
-
-The first act of the Witch was to make the boy drink a potion which
-quickly sent him into a deep and dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Woodman
-and the Woggle-Bug bore him gently to the couch, placed him upon the
-soft cushions, and drew the gossamer hangings to shut him from all
-earthly view.
-
-The Witch squatted upon the ground and kindled a tiny fire of dried
-herbs, which she drew from her bosom. When the blaze shot up and burned
-clearly old Mombi scattered a handful of magical powder over the fire,
-which straightway gave off a rich violet vapor, filling all the tent
-with its fragrance and forcing the Saw-Horse to sneeze--although he had
-been warned to keep quiet.
-
-[Illustration: MOMBI AT HER MAGICAL INCANTATIONS.]
-
-Then, while the others watched her curiously, the hag chanted a
-rhythmical verse in words which no one understood, and bent her lean
-body seven times back and forth over the fire. And now the incantation
-seemed complete, for the Witch stood upright and cried the one word
-"Yeowa!" in a loud voice.
-
-The vapor floated away; the atmosphere became clear again; a whiff of
-fresh air filled the tent, and the pink curtains of the couch trembled
-slightly, as if stirred from within.
-
-Glinda walked to the canopy and parted the silken hangings. Then she
-bent over the cushions, reached out her hand, and from the couch
-arose the form of a young girl, fresh and beautiful as a May morning.
-Her eyes sparkled as two diamonds, and her lips were tinted like a
-tourmaline. All adown her back floated tresses of ruddy gold, with a
-slender jeweled circlet confining them at the brow. Her robes of silken
-gauze floated around her like a cloud, and dainty satin slippers shod
-her feet.
-
-At this exquisite vision Tip's old comrades stared in wonder for
-the space of a full minute, and then every head bent low in honest
-admiration of the lovely Princess Ozma. The girl herself cast one look
-into Glinda's bright face, which glowed with pleasure and satisfaction,
-and then turned upon the others. Speaking the words with sweet
-diffidence, she said:
-
-"I hope none of you will care less for me than you did before. I'm just
-the same Tip, you know; only--only--"
-
-"Only you're different!" said the Pumpkinhead; and everyone thought it
-was the wisest speech he had ever made.
-
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-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    The Riches of
-    Content
-]
-
-
-When the wonderful tidings reached the ears of Queen Jinjur--how Mombi
-the Witch had been captured; how she had confessed her crime to Glinda;
-and how the long-lost Princess Ozma had been discovered in no less a
-personage than the boy Tip--she wept real tears of grief and despair.
-
-"To think," she moaned, "that after having ruled as Queen, and lived in
-a palace, I must go back to scrubbing floors and churning butter again!
-It is too horrible to think of! I will never consent!"
-
-So when her soldiers, who spent most of their time making fudge in the
-palace kitchens, counseled Jinjur to resist, she listened to their
-foolish prattle and sent a sharp defiance to Glinda the Good and the
-Princess Ozma. The result was a declaration of war, and the very next
-day Glinda marched upon the Emerald City with pennants flying and bands
-playing, and a forest of shining spears sparkling brightly beneath the
-sun's rays.
-
-But when it came to the walls this brave assembly made a sudden halt;
-for Jinjur had closed and barred every gateway, and the walls of the
-Emerald City were builded high and thick with many blocks of green
-marble. Finding her advance thus baffled, Glinda bent her brows in deep
-thought, while the Woggle-Bug said, in his most positive tone:
-
-"We must lay siege to the city, and starve it into submission. It is
-the only thing we can do."
-
-"Not so," answered the Scarecrow. "We still have the Gump, and the Gump
-can still fly."
-
-The Sorceress turned quickly at this speech, and her face now wore a
-bright smile.
-
-"You are right," she exclaimed, "and certainly have reason to be proud
-of your brains. Let us go to the Gump at once!"
-
-So they passed through the ranks of the army until they came to the
-place, near the Scarecrow's tent, where the Gump lay. Glinda and
-Princess Ozma mounted first, and sat upon the sofas. Then the Scarecrow
-and his friends climbed aboard, and still there was room for a Captain
-and three soldiers, which Glinda considered sufficient for a guard.
-
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-
-Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer Thing they had called
-the Gump flopped its palm-leaf wings and rose into the air, carrying
-the party of adventurers high above the walls. They hovered over
-the palace, and soon perceived Jinjur reclining in a hammock in the
-courtyard, where she was comfortably reading a novel with a green cover
-and eating green chocolates, confident that the walls would protect her
-from her enemies. Obeying a quick command, the Gump alighted safely in
-this very courtyard, and before Jinjur had time to do more than scream,
-the Captain and three soldiers leaped out and made the former Queen a
-prisoner, locking strong chains upon both her wrists.
-
-That act really ended the war; for the Army of Revolt submitted as
-soon as they knew Jinjur to be a captive, and the Captain marched in
-safety through the streets and up to the gates of the city, which
-she threw wide open. Then the bands played their most stirring music
-while Glinda's army marched into the city, and heralds proclaimed the
-conquest of the audacious Jinjur and the accession of the beautiful
-Princess Ozma to the throne of her royal ancestors.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-At once the men of the Emerald City cast off their aprons. And it is
-said that the women were so tired eating of their husbands' cooking
-that they all hailed the conquest of Jinjur with joy. Certain it is
-that, rushing one and all to the kitchens of their houses, the good
-wives prepared so delicious a feast for the weary men that harmony was
-immediately restored in every family.
-
-Ozma's first act was to oblige the Army of Revolt to return to
-her every emerald or other gem stolen from the public streets and
-buildings; and so great was the number of precious stones picked
-from their settings by these vain girls, that every one of the royal
-jewelers worked steadily for more than a month to replace them in their
-settings.
-
-Meantime the Army of Revolt was disbanded and the girls sent home to
-their mothers. On promise of good behavior Jinjur was likewise released.
-
-Ozma made the loveliest Queen the Emerald City had ever known; and,
-although she was so young and inexperienced, she ruled her people with
-wisdom and justice. For Glinda gave her good advice on all occasions;
-and the Woggle-Bug, who was appointed to the important post of Public
-Educator, was quite helpful to Ozma when her royal duties grew
-perplexing.
-
-The girl, in her gratitude to the Gump for its services, offered the
-creature any reward it might name.
-
-"Then," replied the Gump, "please take me to pieces. I did not wish
-to be brought to life, and I am greatly ashamed of my conglomerate
-personality. Once I was a monarch of the forest, as my antlers fully
-prove; but now, in my present upholstered condition of servitude, I
-am compelled to fly through the air--my legs being of no use to me
-whatever. Therefore I beg to be dispersed."
-
-So Ozma ordered the Gump taken apart. The antlered head was again
-hung over the mantle-piece in the hall, and the sofas were untied and
-placed in the reception parlors. The broom tail resumed its accustomed
-duties in the kitchen, and finally, the Scarecrow replaced all the
-clotheslines and ropes on the pegs from which he had taken them on the
-eventful day when the Thing was constructed.
-
-You might think that was the end of the Gump; and so it was, as a
-flying-machine. But the head over the mantle-piece continued to talk
-whenever it took a notion to do so, and it frequently startled, with
-its abrupt questions, the people who waited in the hall for an audience
-with the Queen.
-
-The Saw-Horse, being Ozma's personal property, was tenderly cared for;
-and often she rode the queer creature along the streets of the Emerald
-City. She had its wooden legs shod with gold, to keep them from
-wearing out, and the tinkle of these golden shoes upon the pavement
-always filled the Queen's subjects with awe as they thought upon this
-evidence of her magical powers.
-
-"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the people
-said to one another, in whispers; "for he claimed to do many things he
-could not do; whereas our new Queen does many things no one would ever
-expect her to accomplish."
-
-Jack Pumpkinhead remained with Ozma to the end of his days; and he
-did not spoil as soon as he had feared, although he always remained
-as stupid as ever. The Woggle-Bug tried to teach him several arts and
-sciences; but Jack was so poor a student that any attempt to educate
-him was soon abandoned.
-
-After Glinda's army had marched back home, and peace was restored to
-the Emerald City, the Tin Woodman announced his intention to return to
-his own Kingdom of the Winkies.
-
-"It isn't a very big Kingdom," said he to Ozma, "but for that very
-reason it is easier to rule; and I have called myself an Emperor
-because I am an Absolute Monarch, and no one interferes in any way
-with my conduct of public or personal affairs. When I get home I shall
-have a new coat of nickel plate; for I have become somewhat marred and
-scratched lately; and then I shall be glad to have you pay me a visit."
-
-"Thank you," replied Ozma. "Some day I may accept the invitation. But
-what is to become of the Scarecrow?"
-
-"I shall return with my friend the Tin Woodman," said the stuffed one,
-seriously. "We have decided never to be parted in the future."
-
-"And I have made the Scarecrow my Royal Treasurer," explained the Tin
-Woodman. "For it has occurred to me that it is a good thing to have a
-Royal Treasurer who is made of money. What do you think?"
-
-"I think," said the little Queen, smiling, "that your friend must be
-the richest man in all the world."
-
-"I am," returned the Scarecrow; "but not on account of my money. For
-I consider brains far superior to money, in every way. You may have
-noticed that if one has money without brains, he cannot use it to
-advantage; but if one has brains without money, they will enable him to
-live comfortably to the end of his days."
-
-"At the same time," declared the Tin Woodman, "you must acknowledge
-that a good heart is a thing that brains can not create, and that money
-can not buy. Perhaps, after all, it is I who am the richest man in all
-the world."
-
-"You are both rich, my friends," said Ozma, gently; "and your riches
-are the only riches worth having--the riches of content!"
-
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-
-    The End
-]
-
-
-
-
-THE OZ BOOKS
-
-BY
-
-L. FRANK BAUM
-
-
-_The Wizard of Oz_
-
-[Originally published as _The Wonderful Wizard of Oz_]
-
-It is in this book that Oz is "discovered." A little Kansas
-girl--Dorothy Gale--is carried in her house to Oz when a cyclone whisks
-it through the sky. As the house lands in the Munchkin Country (one of
-the four great countries of Oz) it destroys a wicked witch and sends
-Dorothy off on her first adventure in Oz. She finds the Scarecrow,
-meets the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, melts a second wicked
-witch with a pail of water and finds her way home. Since this book
-appeared a half-century ago, we have learned many marvelous things
-about the Land of Oz.
-
-
-_The Land of Oz_
-
-[Originally published as _The Marvelous Land of Oz_]
-
-This sequel to _The Wizard of Oz_ deals entirely with the early history
-of Oz. No one from the United States or any other part of the "great
-outside world" appears in it. It takes its readers on a series of
-incredible adventures with Tip, a small boy who runs away from old
-Mombi, the witch, taking with him Jack Pumpkinhead and the wooden
-Saw-Horse. The Scarecrow is King of the Emerald City until he, Tip,
-Jack, and the Tin Woodman are forced to flee the royal palace when it
-is invaded by General Jinjur and her army of rebelling girls. The _Land
-of Oz_ ends with an amazing surprise, and from that moment on Ozma is
-princess of all Oz.
-
-
-_Ozma of Oz_
-
-Few of the Oz books are as crowded with exciting Oz happenings as this
-one. Not only does it bring Dorothy back to Oz on her second visit,
-but it introduces Dorothy to Ozma, relates Ozma's first important
-adventure, and introduces for the first time such famous Oz characters
-as Tik-Tok, the mechanical man, Billina the hen, the Hungry Tiger,
-and--_the Nome King_! Most of the adventures in this book take place
-outside Oz, in the Land of Ev and the Nome Kingdom. Scarcely a page
-fails to quiver with excitement, magic and adventure.
-
-
-_Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz_
-
-Of course, everyone always predicted it would happen! And in this book
-it does--the Wizard comes back to Oz to stay. Best of all, he comes
-with Dorothy, who is having adventure number three that leads her
-to Oz, this time via a California earthquake. In this book we meet
-Dorothy's pink kitten, Eureka, whose manners need adjusting badly,
-and two good friends who we are sorry did not remain in Oz--Jim the
-cabhorse, and Zeb, Dorothy's young cousin, who works on a ranch as a
-hired boy.
-
-
-_The Road to Oz_
-
-We like to think of this volume as "The Party Book of Oz." Almost
-everyone loves a party, and when Ozma has a birthday party with
-notables from every part of fairyland attending--well! It is just like
-attending Ozma's party in person. You meet the famous of Oz, and lots
-of others, such as Queen Zixi of Ix, John Dough, Chick the Cherub, the
-Queen of Merryland, Para Bruin the rubber bear and--best of all--Santa
-Claus himself! Of course there are lots of adventures on that famous
-road to Oz before the party, during which Dorothy, on her way to Oz for
-the fourth time, meets such heart-warming characters as the Shaggy Man,
-Button-Bright, and lovely Polychrome, daughter of the rainbow.
-
-
-_The Emerald City of Oz_
-
-Here is a "double" story of Oz. While Dorothy, her Aunt Em and Uncle
-Henry experience the events that lead to their going to Oz to make
-their home in the Emerald City, the wicked Nome King is plotting to
-conquer Oz and enslave its people. Later we go with Dorothy and her
-friends in the Red Wagon on a grand tour of Oz that is simply packed
-with excitement and events. While this transpires, we learn also of the
-Nome King's elaborate preparations to conquer Oz. As Dorothy and her
-friends return to the Emerald City, the Nome King and his hordes of
-warriors are about to invade it. How Oz is saved is an ending that will
-amaze and delight you.
-
-
-_The Patchwork Girl of Oz_
-
-Here, the Patchwork Girl is brought to life by Dr. Pipt's magic Powder
-of Life. From that moment on the action never slows down in this
-exciting book. It tells of Ojo's quest for the strange ingredients
-necessary to brew a magic liquid that will release his Unk Nunkie from
-a spell--the spell cast by the Liquid of Petrifaction, which has turned
-him into a marble statue. In addition to the Patchwork Girl, Ojo and
-Unk Nunkie, this book introduces those famous Oz creatures, the Woozy,
-and Bungle the glass cat. Oz certainly has become a merrier, happier
-land since the Patchwork Girl came to life, and this is the book that
-tells how Scraps came to be made, how she was brought to life, and all
-about her early adventures.
-
-
-_Tik-Tok of Oz_
-
-For the second time a little girl from the United States comes to Oz.
-Betsy Bobbin is shipwrecked in the Nonestic Ocean with her friend Hank
-the mule. The two drift to shore in the Rose Kingdom on a fragment of
-wreckage. Betsy meets the Shaggy Man and accompanies him to the Nome
-Kingdom, where Shaggy hopes to release his brother, a prisoner of the
-Nome King. On their way to the Nome Kingdom, one fascinating adventure
-follows another. They meet Queen Ann Soforth of Oogaboo and her army,
-and lovely Polychrome, who had lost her rainbow again; they rescue
-Tik-Tok from a well; and are dropped through a Hollow Tube to the other
-side of the world where they meet Quox, the dragon. You'll find it one
-of the most exciting of all the Oz books.
-
-
-_The Scarecrow of Oz_
-
-This is the Oz book which L. Frank Baum considered his best. It starts
-quietly enough with Trot and Cap'n Bill rowing along a shore of the
-Pacific Ocean to visit one of the many caves near their home on the
-California coast. Suddenly, a mighty whirlpool engulfs them. The
-old sailorman and the little girl are miraculously saved and regain
-consciousness to find themselves in a sea cavern. (To this day, Trot
-asserts she felt mermaid arms about her during those terrible moments
-under water.) From here on, one perilous adventure crowds in upon
-another. In Jinxland they meet the Scarecrow who takes charge of things
-once Cap'n Bill is transformed into a tiny grasshopper with a wooden
-leg. An exciting royal reception greets the adventurers upon their
-return to the Emerald City.
-
-
-_Rinkitink in Oz_
-
-Prince Inga of Pingaree is the boy hero of this fine story of
-peril-filled adventure in the islands of the Nonestic Ocean. King
-Rinkitink provides comic relief, and by the time you reach the final
-page you will love this fat, jolly little king. Bilbil the goat,
-with his surly disposition, provides a fine contrast to Rinkitink's
-merriment and Prince Inga's bravery and courage in the face of
-danger. Some may say that the three magic pearls are the real heroes
-of this story, but the pearls would have been of little use to King
-Kitticut and Queen Garee if Prince Inga hadn't used them wisely and
-courageously.
-
-
-_The Lost Princess of Oz_
-
-Talk about _Button-Bright_ getting lost--_Ozma_ is almost as bad! This
-is actually the second time Ozma has been lost. As you know, once
-she was "lost" for many years. But in this book she is lost for only
-a short time. As soon as it is discovered that the ruler of Oz is
-lost--and with her all the important magical instruments in Oz--search
-parties, one for each of the four countries of Oz, set out to find her.
-We follow the adventures of the party headed by Dorothy and the Wizard,
-who explore unknown parts of the Winkie Country in search of Ozma. How
-Ozma is found, and where she has been, will surprise you. Frogman, a
-new character, is introduced in this book.
-
-
-_The Tin Woodman of Oz_
-
-Woot the Wanderer causes this chapter of Oz history to transpire. When
-Woot wanders into the splendid tin castle of Nick Chopper, the Tin
-Woodman and Emperor of the Winkies, he meets the Scarecrow, who is
-visiting his old friend. The Tin Woodman tells Woot the story of how
-he had once been a flesh-and-blood woodman in love with a maiden named
-Nimmie Aimee. Woot suggests that since the Tin Woodman now has a kind
-and loving heart, it is his duty to find Nimmie Aimee and make her
-Empress of the Winkies. The Scarecrow agrees, so the three set off to
-search for the girl. No less surprising than the adventures encountered
-on the journey is Nimmie Aimee's reception of her former suitor.
-
-
-_The Magic of Oz_
-
-Old Ruggedo, the former Nome King, comes to Oz for the second time,
-and makes more trouble than he did on his first visit. Ruggedo never
-gives up the idea of conquering Oz, and this time he has the advantage
-of being in the country without Ozma's knowledge. Also, he has the
-magic and somewhat grudging help of Kiki Aru, the Munchkin boy who
-is illegally practicing the art. If you like magic, then this is a
-book for you. There's magic on every page, and everyone in the story
-eventually is transformed into something else, or bewitched in one way
-or another. Even the wild animals in the great Forest of Gugu do not
-escape.
-
-
-_Glinda of Oz_
-
-This is the last Oz book written by L. Frank Baum. It is one of the
-best in the series, with Dorothy, Ozma, and Glinda in an adventure that
-takes them to an amazing crystal-domed city on an enchanted island.
-This island is situated in a lake in the Gillikin Country. Ozma and
-Glinda are confronted by powerful magic and determined enemies. For a
-time Dorothy and Ozma are prisoners in the crystal-domed city which is
-able to submerge below the surface of the lake. Few of the Oz books
-equal this one in suspense and mystery--a story that is truly "out of
-this world."
-
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-<h1><span class="small80">The</span><br />
-Land of Oz<br />
-
-<span class="small50">by</span><br />
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-<span class="small70">L. Frank Baum</span></h1>
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-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000d.jpg" width="560" height="352" alt="The Famous Oz Books" />
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-
-
-<p>Since 1900 when L. Frank Baum introduced to the children of
-America THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ and all the other
-exciting characters who inhabit the land of Oz, these delightful fairy
-tales have stimulated the imagination of millions of young readers.</p>
-
-<p>These are stories which are genuine fantasy&mdash;creative, funny,
-tender, exciting and surprising. Filled with the rarest and most
-absurd creatures, each of the <strong>14</strong> volumes which now comprise the
-series, has been eagerly sought out by generation after generation
-until today they are known to all except the very young or those
-who were never young at all.</p>
-
-<p>When, in a recent survey, <strong>The New York Times</strong> polled a group of
-teenagers on the books they liked best when they were young, the
-Oz books topped the list.</p>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE FAMOUS OZ BOOKS</h3>
-
-<p class="p1c">By L. Frank Baum:</p>
-
-<div class="center">
-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
-<tbody>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE WIZARD OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE LAND OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">OZMA OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE ROAD TO OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">TIK-TOK OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE SCARECROW OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">RINKITINK IN OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE LOST PRINCESS OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">THE MAGIC OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">GLINDA OF OZ</td>
-</tr>
-</tbody>
-</table></div>
-
-
-
-<p class="p1c">C<span class="smcap">HICAGO</span>   <span class="mleft2">THE REILLY &amp; LEE CO.</span>   <span class="mleft2"><em>Publishers</em></span></p>
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-<hr class="chap" />
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-<div class="figcenter">
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-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000h.jpg" width="393" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>TIP MANUFACTURES A PUMPKINHEAD</p></div>
-</div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000i.jpg" width="363" height="520" alt="The Land of Oz" />
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-<hr class="chap" />
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-<img src="images/i_000j.jpg" width="412" height="520" alt="Copyright 1904" />
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-<p class="p8">Author's Note</p>
-
-<p><span class="drop-capi">A</span>FTER the publication of "The Wonderful
-Wizard of Oz" I began to receive letters from children, telling me of
-their pleasure in reading the story and asking me to "write something
-more" about the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman. At first I considered
-these little letters, frank and earnest though they were, in the
-light of pretty compliments; but the letters continued to come during
-succeeding months, and even years.</p>
-
-<p>Finally I promised one little girl, who made a long journey to
-see me and prefer her request,&mdash;and she is a "Dorothy," by the
-way&mdash;that when a thousand little girls had written me a thousand
-little letters asking for another story of the Scarecrow and the Tin
-Woodman, I would write the book. Either little Dorothy was a fairy
-in disguise, and waved her magic wand, or the success of the stage
-production of "The Wizard of Oz" made new friends for the story. For
-the thousand letters reached their destination long since&mdash;and
-many more followed them.</p>
-
-<p>And now, although pleading guilty to a long delay, I have kept my
-promise in this book.</p>
-
-<p class="center">L. FRANK BAUM.</p>
-
-<p class="center">Chicago, June, 1904.</p>
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-<p class="p8">LIST OF CHAPTERS</p>
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-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
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-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl">&nbsp;</td>
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-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#TIP_MANUFACTURES">Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_MARVELOUS_POWDER">The Marvelous Powder of Life</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_FLIGHT">The Flight of the Fugitives</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#TIP_MAKES_AN_EXPERIMENT">Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_AWAKENING">The Awakening of the Saw-Horse</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#JACK_PUMKINHEAD">Jack Pumpkinhead's Ride</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#HIS_MAJESTY">His Majesty, the Scarecrow</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#GENERAL_JINJURS_ARMY">General Jinjur's Army of Revolt</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_SCARECROW_PLANS">The Scarecrow Plans an Escape</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_JOURNEY_TO_TIN">The Journey to the Tin Woodman</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#A_NICKEL">A Nickel-Plated Emperor</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#MR_H_M_WOGGLE">Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#A_HIGHLY_MAGNIFIED_HISTORY">A Highly Magnified History</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#OLD_MOMBI_INDULGES">Old Mombi Indulges in Witchcraft</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_PRISONERS">The Prisoners of the Queen</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_SCARECROW_TAKES_TIME">The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_ASTONISHING_FLIGHT">The Astonishing Flight of the Gump</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#IN_THE_JACKDAWS_NEST">In the Jackdaws' Nest</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#DR_NIKIDIKS_FAMOUS_WISHING_PILLS">Dr. Nikidik's Famous Wishing Pills</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_SCARECROW_APPEALS">The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_TIN_WOODMAN_PLUCKS">The Tin Woodman Plucks a Rose</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_TRANSFORMATION">The Transformation of Old Mombi</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#PRINCESS_OZMA">Princess Ozma of Oz</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
-  <td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_RICHES_OF_CONTENT">The Riches of Content</a></td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td>
-</tr>
-</tbody>
-</table></div>
-  </div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000n.jpg" width="560" height="468" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000o.jpg" width="500" height="524" alt="The Land of Oz" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_000p.jpg" width="400" height="326" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="TIP_MANUFACTURES" id="TIP_MANUFACTURES"></a>
-<img src="images/i_001.jpg" width="560" height="374" alt="Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>In the Country of the Gillikins, which
-is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth
-called Tip. There was more to his name than that,
-for old Mombi often declared that his whole name
-was Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say
-such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.</p>
-
-<p>This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for
-he had been brought when quite young to be reared
-by the old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation,
-I am sorry to say, was none of the best.
-For the Gillikin people had reason to suspect her
-of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated
-to associate with her.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the
-Good Witch who ruled that part of the Land of Oz<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>
-had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her
-dominions. So Tip's guardian, however much she
-might aspire to working magic, realized it was unlawful
-to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a
-Wizardess.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_002.jpg" width="560" height="215" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Tip was made to carry wood from the forest, that
-the old woman might boil her pot. He also worked
-in the corn-fields, hoeing and husking; and he fed
-the pigs and milked the four-horned cow that was
-Mombi's especial pride.</p>
-
-<p>But you must not suppose he worked all the
-time, for he felt that would be bad for him. When
-sent to the forest Tip often climbed trees for birds'
-eggs or amused himself chasing the fleet white
-rabbits or fishing in the brooks with bent pins.
-Then he would hastily gather his armful of wood
-and carry it home. And when he was supposed to
-be working in the corn-fields, and the tall stalks
-hid him from Mombi's view, Tip would often dig
-in the gopher holes, or&mdash;if the mood seized him&mdash;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>lie
-upon his back between the rows of corn and
-take a nap. So, by taking care not to exhaust his
-strength, he grew as strong and rugged as a boy
-may be.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi's curious magic often frightened her
-neighbors, and they treated her shyly, yet respectfully,
-because of her weird powers. But Tip frankly
-hated her, and took no pains to hide his feelings.
-Indeed, he sometimes showed less respect for the
-old woman than he should have done, considering
-she was his guardian.</p>
-
-<div class="figright">
-<img src="images/i_003.jpg" width="250" height="276" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>There were pumpkins in Mombi's corn-fields,
-lying golden red among the rows of green stalks;
-and these had been planted and carefully tended
-that the four-horned cow might eat of them in the
-winter time. But one day, after the corn had all
-been cut and stacked, and Tip was carrying the
-pumpkins to the stable, he took a notion to make a
-"Jack Lantern" and try to give
-the old woman a fright with it.</p>
-
-<p>So he selected a fine, big pumpkin&mdash;one with a lustrous,
-orange-red color&mdash;and began carving it. With the point of his knife
-he made two round eyes, a three-cornered nose, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>
-a mouth shaped like a new moon. The face, when
-completed, could not have been considered strictly
-beautiful; but it wore a smile so big and broad,
-and was so jolly in expression, that even Tip laughed
-as he looked admiringly at his work.</p>
-
-<p>The child had no playmates, so he did not know
-that boys often dig out the inside of a "pumpkin-jack,"
-and in the space thus made put a lighted
-candle to render the face more startling; but he
-conceived an idea of his own that promised to be
-quite as effective. He decided to manufacture the
-form of a man, who would wear this pumpkin head,
-and to stand it in a place where old Mombi would
-meet it face to face.</p>
-
-<p>"And then," said Tip to himself, with a laugh,
-"she'll squeal louder than the brown pig does when
-I pull her tail, and shiver with fright worse than I
-did last year when I had the ague!"</p>
-
-<p>He had plenty of time to accomplish this task,
-for Mombi had gone to a village&mdash;to buy groceries,
-she said&mdash;and it was a journey of at least two days.</p>
-
-<p>So he took his axe to the forest, and selected
-some stout, straight saplings, which he cut down and
-trimmed of all their twigs and leaves. From these
-he would make the arms, and legs, and feet of his
-man. For the body he stripped a sheet of thick<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>
-bark from around a big tree, and with much labor
-fashioned it into a cylinder of about the right size,
-pinning the edges together with wooden pegs. Then,
-whistling happily as he worked, he carefully jointed
-the limbs and fastened them to the body with pegs
-whittled into shape with his knife.</p>
-
-<p>By the time this feat had been accomplished it
-began to grow dark, and Tip remembered he must
-milk the cow and feed the pigs. So he picked up
-his wooden man and carried it back to the house
-with him.</p>
-
-<p>During the evening, by the light of the fire in
-the kitchen, Tip carefully rounded all the edges of
-the joints and smoothed the rough places in a neat
-and workmanlike manner. Then he stood the
-figure up against the wall and admired it. It
-seemed remarkably tall, even for a full-grown man;
-but that was a good point in a small boy's eyes, and
-Tip did not object at all to the size of his creation.</p>
-
-<p>Next morning, when he looked at his work again,
-Tip saw he had forgotten to give the dummy a neck,
-by means of which he might fasten the pumpkinhead
-to the body. So he went again to the forest,
-which was not far away, and chopped from a tree
-several pieces of wood with which to complete his
-work. When he returned he fastened a cross-piece<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
-to the upper end of the body, making a hole
-through the center to hold upright the neck. The
-bit of wood which formed this neck was also sharpened
-at the upper end, and when all was ready Tip
-put on the pumpkin head, pressing it well down
-onto the neck, and found that it fitted very well.
-The head could be turned to one side or the other,
-as he pleased, and the hinges of the arms and legs
-allowed him to place the dummy in any position
-he desired.</p>
-
-<p>"Now, that," declared Tip, proudly, "is really a
-very fine man, and it ought to frighten several
-screeches out of old Mombi! But it would be much
-more lifelike if it were properly dressed."</p>
-
-<p>To find clothing seemed no easy task; but Tip
-boldly ransacked the great chest in which Mombi
-kept all her keepsakes and treasures, and at the very
-bottom he discovered some purple trousers, a red
-shirt and a pink vest which was dotted with white
-spots. These he carried away to his man and succeeded,
-although the garments did not fit very
-well, in dressing the creature in a jaunty fashion.
-Some knit stockings belonging to Mombi and a
-much worn pair of his own shoes completed the
-man's apparel, and Tip was so delighted that he
-danced up and down and laughed aloud in boyish
-ecstasy.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I must give him a name!" he cried. "So good
-a man as this must surely have a name. I believe,"
-he added, after a moment's thought, "I will name
-the fellow 'Jack Pumpkinhead!'"</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_007.jpg" width="560" height="371" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_008.jpg" width="209" height="460" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_MARVELOUS_POWDER" id="THE_MARVELOUS_POWDER"></a>
-<img src="images/i_009.jpg" width="560" height="398" alt="The Marvelous Powder of Life" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>After considering the matter carefully, Tip decided
-that the best place to locate Jack would be
-at the bend in the road, a little way from the house.
-So he started to carry his man there, but found him
-heavy and rather awkward to handle. After dragging
-the creature a short distance Tip stood him on his
-feet, and by first bending the joints of one leg, and
-then those of the other,&mdash;at the same time pushing
-from behind,&mdash;the boy managed to induce Jack to
-walk to the bend in the road. It was not accomplished
-without a few tumbles, and Tip really
-worked harder than he ever had in the fields or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
-forest; but a love of mischief urged him on, and it
-pleased him to test the cleverness of his workmanship.</p>
-
-<p>"Jack's all right, and works fine!" he said to
-himself, panting with the unusual exertion. But
-just then he discovered the man's left arm had
-fallen off in the journey; so he went back to find
-it, and afterward, by whittling a new and stouter
-pin for the shoulder-joint, he repaired the injury so
-successfully that the arm was stronger than before.
-Tip also noticed that Jack's pumpkin head had
-twisted around until it faced his back; but this was
-easily remedied. When, at last, the man was set up
-facing the turn in the path where old Mombi was
-to appear, he looked natural enough to be a fair
-imitation of a Gillikin farmer,&mdash;and unnatural
-enough to startle anyone that came on him unawares.</p>
-
-<p>As it was yet too early in the day to expect the
-old woman to return home, Tip went down into
-the valley below the farm-house and began to
-gather nuts from the trees that grew there.</p>
-
-<p>However, old Mombi returned earlier than usual.
-She had met a crooked wizard who resided in a
-lonely cave in the mountains, and had traded
-several important secrets of magic with him. Hav<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>ing
-in this way secured three new recipes, four
-magical powders and a selection of herbs of wonderful
-power and potency, she hobbled home as fast
-as she could, in order to test her new sorceries.</p>
-
-<p>So intent was Mombi on the treasures she had
-gained that when she turned the bend in the road
-and caught a glimpse of the man, she merely nodded
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Good evening, sir."</p>
-
-<p>But, a moment after, noting that the person did
-not move or reply, she cast a shrewd glance into
-his face and discovered his pumpkin head&mdash;elaborately
-carved by Tip's jack-knife.</p>
-
-<p>"Heh!" ejaculated Mombi, giving a sort of
-grunt; "that rascally boy has been playing tricks
-again! Very good! ve&mdash;ry <em>good</em>! I'll beat him black-and-blue
-for trying to scare me in this fashion!"</p>
-
-<p>Angrily she raised her stick to smash in the grinning
-pumpkin head of the dummy; but a sudden
-thought made her pause, the uplifted stick left
-motionless in the air.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, here is a good chance to try my new
-powder!" said she, eagerly. "And then I can tell
-whether that crooked wizard has fairly traded
-secrets, or whether he has fooled me as wickedly as
-I fooled him."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So she set down her basket and began fumbling
-in it for one of the precious powders she had
-obtained.</p>
-
-<p>While Mombi was thus occupied Tip strolled
-back, with his pockets full of nuts, and discovered
-the old woman standing beside his man and apparently
-not the least bit frightened by it.</p>
-
-<p>At first he was greatly disappointed; but the
-next moment he became curious to know what
-Mombi was going to do. So he hid behind a hedge,
-where he could see without being seen, and prepared
-to watch.</p>
-
-<p>After some search the woman drew from her
-basket an old pepper-box, upon the faded label of
-which the wizard had written with a lead-pencil:
-"Powder of Life."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah&mdash;here it is!" she cried, joyfully. "And now
-let us see if it is potent. The stingy wizard didn't
-give me much of it, but I guess there's enough for
-two or three doses."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_013.jpg" width="400" height="536" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"OLD MOMBI DANCED AROUND HIM"</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Tip was much surprised when he overheard this
-speech. Then he saw old Mombi raise her arm and
-sprinkle the powder from the box over the pumpkin
-head of his man Jack. She did this in the same
-way one would pepper a baked potato, and the
-powder sifted down from Jack's head and scattered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
-over the red shirt and pink waistcoat and purple
-trousers Tip had dressed him in, and a portion even
-fell upon the patched and worn shoes.</p>
-
-<p>Then, putting the pepper-box back into the
-basket, Mombi lifted her left hand, with its little
-finger pointed upward, and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Weaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>Then she lifted her right hand, with the thumb
-pointed upward, and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Teaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>Then she lifted both hands, with all the fingers
-and thumbs spread out, and cried:</p>
-
-<p>"Peaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>Jack Pumpkinhead stepped back a pace, at this,
-and said in a reproachful voice:</p>
-
-<p>"Don't yell like that! Do you think I'm deaf?"</p>
-
-<p>Old Mombi danced around him, frantic with
-delight.</p>
-
-<p>"He lives!" she screamed: "he lives! he lives!"</p>
-
-<p>Then she threw her stick into the air and caught
-it as it came down; and she hugged herself with
-both arms, and tried to do a step of a jig; and all
-the time she repeated, rapturously:</p>
-
-<p>"He lives!&mdash;he lives!&mdash;he lives!"</p>
-
-<p>Now you may well suppose that Tip observed all
-this with amazement.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>At first he was so frightened and horrified that
-he wanted to run away, but his legs trembled and
-shook so badly that he couldn't. Then it struck
-him as a very funny thing for Jack to come to life,
-especially as the expression on his pumpkin face
-was so droll and comical it excited laughter on the
-instant. So, recovering from his first fear, Tip began
-to laugh; and the merry peals reached old Mombi's
-ears and made her hobble quickly to the hedge,
-where she seized Tip's collar and dragged him back
-to where she had left her basket and the pumpkin-headed
-man.</p>
-
-<p>"You naughty, sneaking, wicked boy!" she exclaimed,
-furiously; "I'll teach you to spy out my
-secrets and to make fun of me!"</p>
-
-<p>"I wasn't making fun of you," protested Tip.
-"I was laughing at old Pumpkinhead! Look at
-him! Isn't he a picture, though?"</p>
-
-<p>"I hope you are not reflecting on my personal
-appearance," said Jack; and it was so funny to
-hear his grave voice, while his face continued to
-wear its jolly smile, that Tip again burst into a peal
-of laughter.</p>
-
-<p>Even Mombi was not without a curious interest
-in the man her magic had brought to life; for, after
-staring at him intently, she presently asked:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_016.jpg" width="400" height="531" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>OLD MOMBI PUTS JACK IN THE STABLE</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"What do you know?"</p>
-
-<p>"Well, that is hard to tell," replied Jack. "For
-although I feel that I know a tremendous lot, I am
-not yet aware how much there is in the world to
-find out about. It will take me a little time to
-discover whether I am very wise or very foolish."</p>
-
-<p>"To be sure," said Mombi, thoughtfully.</p>
-
-<p>"But what are you going to do with him, now
-he is alive?" asked Tip, wondering.</p>
-
-<p>"I must think it over," answered Mombi. "But
-we must get home at once, for it is growing dark.
-Help the Pumpkinhead to walk."</p>
-
-<p>"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can walk as
-well as you can. Haven't I got legs and feet, and
-aren't they jointed?"</p>
-
-<p>"Are they?" asked the woman, turning to Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course they are; I made 'em myself," returned
-the boy, with pride.</p>
-
-<p>So they started for the house; but when they
-reached the farm yard old Mombi led the pumpkin
-man to the cow stable and shut him up in an
-empty stall, fastening the door securely on the
-outside.</p>
-
-<p>"I've got to attend to you, first," she said, nodding
-her head at Tip.</p>
-
-<p>Hearing this, the boy became uneasy; for he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
-knew Mombi had a bad and revengeful heart, and
-would not hesitate to do any evil thing.</p>
-
-<p>They entered the house. It was a round, dome-shaped
-structure, as are nearly all the farm houses
-in the Land of Oz.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi bade the boy light a candle, while she
-put her basket in a cupboard and hung her cloak
-on a peg. Tip obeyed quickly, for he was afraid of
-her.</p>
-
-<p>After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered
-him to build a fire in the hearth, and while
-Tip was thus engaged the old woman ate her
-supper. When the flames began to crackle the boy
-came to her and asked a share of the bread and
-cheese; but Mombi refused him.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm hungry!" said Tip, in a sulky tone.</p>
-
-<p>"You won't be hungry long," replied Mombi,
-with a grim look.</p>
-
-<p>The boy didn't like this speech, for it sounded
-like a threat; but he happened to remember he
-had nuts in his pocket, so he cracked some of those
-and ate them while the woman rose, shook the
-crumbs from her apron, and hung above the fire a
-small black kettle.</p>
-
-<p>Then she measured out equal parts of milk and
-vinegar and poured them into the kettle. Next she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
-produced several packets of herbs and powders and
-began adding a portion of each to the contents of
-the kettle. Occasionally she would draw near the
-candle and read from a yellow paper the recipe of
-the mess she was concocting.</p>
-
-<p>As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased.</p>
-
-<p>"What is that for?" he asked.</p>
-
-<p>"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.</p>
-
-<p>Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared
-awhile at the kettle, which was beginning to bubble.
-Then he would glance at the stern and wrinkled
-features of the witch and wish he were any place
-but in that dim and smoky kitchen, where even the
-shadows cast by the candle upon the wall were
-enough to give one the horrors. So an hour passed
-away, during which the silence was only broken by
-the bubbling of the pot and the hissing of the flames.</p>
-
-<p>Finally, Tip spoke again.</p>
-
-<p>"Have I got to drink that stuff?" he asked,
-nodding toward the pot.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said Mombi.</p>
-
-<p>"What'll it do to me?" asked Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"If it's properly made," replied Mombi, "it will
-change or transform you into a marble statue."</p>
-
-<p>Tip groaned, and wiped the perspiration from
-his forehead with his sleeve.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I don't want to be a marble statue!" he protested.</p>
-
-<p>"That doesn't matter; I want you to be one,"
-said the old woman, looking at him severely.</p>
-
-<p>"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip. "There
-won't be any one to work for you."</p>
-
-<p>"I'll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said
-Mombi.</p>
-
-<p>Again Tip groaned.</p>
-
-<p>"Why don't you change me into a goat, or a
-chicken?" he asked, anxiously. "You can't do anything
-with a marble statue."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, yes; I can," returned Mombi. "I'm going
-to plant a flower garden, next Spring, and I'll put
-you in the middle of it, for an ornament. I wonder
-I haven't thought of that before; you've been a
-bother to me for years."</p>
-
-<p>At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration
-starting all over his body; but he sat still
-and shivered and looked anxiously at the kettle.</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps it won't work," he muttered, in a voice
-that sounded weak and discouraged.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully.
-"I seldom make a mistake."</p>
-
-<p>Again there was a period of silence&mdash;a silence
-so long and gloomy that when Mombi finally lifted
-the kettle from the fire it was close to midnight.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_021.jpg" width="400" height="532" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"I DON'T WANT TO BE A MARBLE STATUE."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You cannot drink it until it has become quite
-cold," announced the old witch&mdash;for in spite of
-the law she had acknowledged practising witchcraft.
-"We must both go to bed now, and at daybreak I
-will call you and at once complete your transformation
-into a marble statue."</p>
-
-<p>With this she hobbled into her room, bearing the
-steaming kettle with her, and Tip heard her close
-and lock the door.</p>
-
-<p>The boy did not go to bed, as he had been commanded
-to do, but still sat glaring at the embers of
-the dying fire.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_022.jpg" width="300" height="295" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_FLIGHT" id="THE_FLIGHT"></a>
-<img src="images/i_023.jpg" width="560" height="356" alt="The Flight of the Fugitives" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Tip reflected.</p>
-
-<p>"It's a hard thing, to be a marble statue," he
-thought, rebelliously, "and I'm not going to stand
-it. For years I've been a bother to her, she says;
-so she's going to get rid of me. Well, there's an
-easier way than to become a statue. No boy could
-have any fun forever standing in the middle of a
-flower garden! I'll run away, that's what I'll do&mdash;and
-I may as well go before she makes me drink
-that nasty stuff in the kettle."</p>
-
-<p>He waited until the snores of the old witch announced
-she was fast asleep, and then he arose
-softly and went to the cupboard to find something
-to eat.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"No use starting on a journey without food," he
-decided, searching upon the narrow shelves.</p>
-
-<p>He found some crusts of bread; but he had to
-look into Mombi's basket to find the cheese she
-had brought from the village. While turning over
-the contents of the basket he came upon the
-pepper-box which contained the "Powder of Life."</p>
-
-<p>"I may as well take this with me," he thought,
-"or Mombi'll be using it to make more mischief
-with." So he put the box in his pocket, together
-with the bread and cheese.</p>
-
-<p>Then he cautiously left the house and latched
-the door behind him. Outside both moon and stars
-shone brightly, and the night seemed peaceful and
-inviting after the close and ill-smelling kitchen.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll be glad to get away," said Tip, softly; "for
-I never did like that old woman. I wonder how I
-ever came to live with her."</p>
-
-<p>He was walking slowly toward the road when a
-thought made him pause.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't like to leave Jack Pumpkinhead to the
-tender mercies of old Mombi," he muttered. "And
-Jack belongs to me, for I made him&mdash;even if the
-old witch did bring him to life."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He retraced his steps to the cow-stable and
-opened the door of the stall where the pumpkin-headed
-man had been left.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_025.jpg" width="424" height="500" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"TIP LED HIM ALONG THE PATH."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Jack was standing in the middle of the stall, and
-by the moonlight Tip could see he was smiling just
-as jovially as ever.</p>
-
-<p>"Come on!" said the boy, beckoning.</p>
-
-<p>"Where to?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"You'll know as soon as I do," answered Tip,
-smiling sympathetically into the pumpkin face.
-"All we've got to do now is to tramp."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well," returned Jack, and walked awkwardly
-out of the stable and into the moonlight.</p>
-
-<p>Tip turned toward the road and the man followed
-him. Jack walked with a sort of limp, and
-occasionally one of the joints of his legs would
-turn backward, instead of frontwise, almost causing
-him to tumble. But the Pumpkinhead was quick
-to notice this, and began to take more pains to
-step carefully; so that he met with few accidents.</p>
-
-<p>Tip led him along the path without stopping an
-instant. They could not go very fast, but they
-walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank
-away and the sun peeped over the hills they had
-travelled so great a distance that the boy had no
-reason to fear pursuit from the old witch. Moreover,
-he had turned first into one path, and then
-into another, so that should anyone follow them it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
-would prove very difficult to guess
-which way they had gone, or where to
-seek them.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 356px;">
-<img src="images/i_027.png" width="356" height="500" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Fairly satisfied that he had escaped&mdash;for a time, at
-least&mdash;being turned into a marble statue, the boy stopped his
-companion and seated himself upon a rock by the roadside.</p>
-
-<p>"Let's have some breakfast," he said.</p>
-
-<p>Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously, but refused to join in the
-repast.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't seem to be made the same way you are," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"I know you are not," returned Tip; "for I made you."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh! Did you?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Certainly. And put you together. And carved your
-eyes and nose and ears and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
-mouth," said Tip proudly. "And dressed you."</p>
-
-<p>Jack looked at his body and limbs critically.</p>
-
-<p>"It strikes me you made a very good job of it,"
-he remarked.</p>
-
-<p>"Just so-so," replied Tip, modestly; for he began
-to see certain defects in the construction of his man.
-"If I'd known we were going to travel together I
-might have been a little more particular."</p>
-
-<p>"Why, then," said the Pumpkinhead, in a tone
-that expressed surprise, "you must be my creator&mdash;my
-parent&mdash;my father!"</p>
-
-<p>"Or your inventor," replied the boy with a laugh.
-"Yes, my son; I really believe I am!"</p>
-
-<p>"Then I owe you obedience," continued the man,
-"and you owe me&mdash;support."</p>
-
-<p>"That's it, exactly," declared Tip, jumping up.
-"So let us be off."</p>
-
-<p>"Where are we going?" asked Jack, when they
-had resumed their journey.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm not exactly sure," said the boy; "but I
-believe we are headed South, and that will bring us,
-sooner or later, to the Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"What city is that?" enquired the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, it's the center of the Land of Oz, and
-the biggest town in all the country. I've never
-been there, myself, but I've heard all about its<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
-history. It was built by a mighty and wonderful
-Wizard named Oz, and everything there is of a
-green color&mdash;just as everything in this Country of
-the Gillikins is of a purple color."</p>
-
-<p>"Is everything here purple?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course it is. Can't you see?" returned the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"I believe I must be color-blind," said the Pumpkinhead,
-after staring about him.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, the grass is purple, and the trees are purple,
-and the houses and fences are purple," explained
-Tip. "Even the mud in the roads is purple. But
-in the Emerald City everything is green that is
-purple here. And in the Country of the Munchkins,
-over at the East, everything is blue; and in the
-South country of the Quadlings everything is red;
-and in the West country of the Winkies, where the
-Tin Woodman rules, everything is yellow."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh!" said Jack. Then, after a pause, he asked:
-"Did you say a Tin Woodman rules the Winkies?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; he was one of those who helped Dorothy
-to destroy the Wicked Witch of the West, and the
-Winkies were so grateful that they invited him to
-become their ruler,&mdash;just as the people of the
-Emerald City invited the Scarecrow to rule them."</p>
-
-<p>"Dear me!" said Jack. "I'm getting confused
-with all this history. Who is the Scarecrow?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Another friend of Dorothy's," replied Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"And who is Dorothy?"</p>
-
-<p>"She was a girl that came here from Kansas, a
-place in the big, outside World. She got blown to
-the Land of Oz by a cyclone, and while she was
-here the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman accompanied
-her on her travels."</p>
-
-<p>"And where is she now?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Glinda the Good, who rules the Quadlings, sent
-her home again," said the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh. And what became of the Scarecrow?"</p>
-
-<p>"I told you. He rules the Emerald City,"
-answered Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"I thought you said it was ruled by a wonderful
-Wizard," objected Jack, seeming more and more
-confused.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, so I did. Now, pay attention, and I'll
-explain it," said Tip, speaking slowly and looking
-the smiling Pumpkinhead squarely in the eye.
-"Dorothy went to the Emerald City to ask the
-Wizard to send her back to Kansas; and the Scarecrow
-and the Tin Woodman went with her. But
-the Wizard couldn't send her back, because he
-wasn't so much of a Wizard as he might have been.
-And then they got angry at the Wizard, and threatened<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
-to expose him; so the Wizard made a big
-balloon and escaped in it, and no one has ever seen
-him since."</p>
-
-<p>"Now, that is very interesting history," said Jack,
-well pleased; "and I understand it perfectly&mdash;all
-but the explanation."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm glad you do," responded Tip. "After the
-Wizard was gone, the people of the Emerald City
-made His Majesty, the Scarecrow, their King; and
-I have heard that he became a very popular ruler."</p>
-
-<p>"Are we going to see this queer King?" asked
-Jack, with interest.</p>
-
-<p>"I think we may as well," replied the boy; "unless
-you have something better to do."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no, dear father," said the Pumpkinhead.
-"I am quite willing to go wherever you please."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_031.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_032.jpg" width="366" height="500" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chapter" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="TIP_MAKES_AN_EXPERIMENT" id="TIP_MAKES_AN_EXPERIMENT"></a>
-<img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="560" height="316" alt="Tip makes an Experiment in Magic" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance,
-seemed somewhat embarrassed at being called
-"father" by the tall, awkward, pumpkin-headed man;
-but to deny the relationship would involve another
-long and tedious explanation; so he changed the
-subject by asking, abruptly:</p>
-
-<p>"Are you tired?"</p>
-
-<p>"Of course not!" replied the other. "But," he
-continued, after a pause, "it is quite certain I shall
-wear out my wooden joints if I keep on walking."</p>
-
-<p>Tip reflected, as they journeyed on, that this was
-true. He began to regret that he had not constructed
-the wooden limbs more carefully and substantially.
-Yet how could he ever have guessed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
-that the man he had made merely to scare old
-Mombi with would be brought to life by means of
-a magical powder contained in an old pepper-box?</p>
-
-<p>So he ceased to reproach himself, and began to
-think how he might yet remedy the deficiencies of
-Jack's weak joints.</p>
-
-<p>While thus engaged they came to the edge of a
-wood, and the boy sat down
-to rest upon an old saw-horse
-that some woodcutter
-had left there.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 265px;">
-<img src="images/i_034.jpg" width="265" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Why don't you sit
-down?" he asked the
-Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Won't it strain my
-joints?" inquired the other.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course not. It'll rest
-them," declared the boy.</p>
-
-<p>So Jack tried to sit
-down; but as soon as he
-bent his joints farther than
-usual they gave way altogether,
-and he came clattering
-to the ground with such
-a crash that Tip feared he
-was entirely ruined.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He rushed to the man, lifted him to his feet,
-straightened his arms and legs, and felt of his head
-to see if by chance it had become cracked. But
-Jack seemed to be in pretty good shape, after all,
-and Tip said to him:</p>
-
-<p>"I guess you'd better remain standing, hereafter.
-It seems the safest way."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well, dear father; just as you say," replied
-the smiling Jack, who had been in no wise confused
-by his tumble.</p>
-
-<p>Tip sat down again. Presently the Pumpkinhead
-asked:</p>
-
-<p>"What is that thing you are sitting on?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, this is a horse," replied the boy, carelessly.</p>
-
-<p>"What is a horse?" demanded Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"A horse? Why, there are two kinds of horses,"
-returned Tip, slightly puzzled how to explain.
-"One kind of horse is alive, and has four legs and a
-head and a tail. And people ride upon its back."</p>
-
-<p>"I understand," said Jack, cheerfully. "That's
-the kind of horse you are now sitting on."</p>
-
-<p>"No, it isn't," answered Tip, promptly.</p>
-
-<p>"Why not? That one has four legs, and a head,
-and a tail."</p>
-
-<p>Tip looked at the saw-horse more carefully, and
-found that the Pumpkinhead was right. The body<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
-had been formed from a tree-trunk, and a branch
-had been left sticking up at one end that looked
-very much like a tail. In the other end were two
-big knots that resembled eyes, and a place had been
-chopped away that might easily be mistaken for the
-horse's mouth. As for the legs, they were four straight
-limbs cut from trees and stuck fast into the body,
-being spread wide apart so that the saw-horse would
-stand firmly when a log was laid across it to be
-sawed.</p>
-
-<p>"This thing resembles a real horse more than I
-imagined," said Tip, trying to explain. "But a
-real horse is alive, and trots and prances and eats
-oats, while this is nothing more than a dead horse,
-made of wood, and used to saw logs upon."</p>
-
-<p>"If it were alive, wouldn't it trot, and prance,
-and eat oats?" inquired the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"It would trot and prance, perhaps; but it
-wouldn't eat oats," replied the boy, laughing at the
-idea. "And of course it can't ever be alive, because
-it is made of wood."</p>
-
-<p>"So am I," answered the man.</p>
-
-<p>Tip looked at him in surprise.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, so you are!" he exclaimed. "And the
-magic powder that brought you to life is here in
-my pocket."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_037.jpg" width="427" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>THE MAGICAL POWDER OF LIFE</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He brought out the pepper box, and eyed it
-curiously.</p>
-
-<p>"I wonder," said he, musingly, "if it would bring
-the saw-horse to life."</p>
-
-<p>"If it would," returned Jack, calmly&mdash;for
-nothing seemed to surprise him&mdash;"I could ride on
-its back, and that would save my joints from wearing
-out."</p>
-
-<p>"I'll try it!" cried the boy, jumping up. "But
-I wonder if I can remember the words old Mombi
-said, and the way she held her hands up."</p>
-
-<p>He thought it over for a minute, and as he had
-watched carefully from the hedge every motion of
-the old witch, and listened to her words, he believed
-he could repeat exactly what she had said and done.</p>
-
-<p>So he began by sprinkling some of the magic
-Powder of Life from the pepper-box upon the
-body of the saw-horse. Then he lifted his left hand,
-with the little finger pointing upward, and said
-"Weaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>"What does that mean, dear father?" asked Jack,
-curiously.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know," answered Tip. Then he lifted
-his right hand, with the thumb pointing upward,
-and said: "Teaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>"What's that, dear father?" inquired Jack.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"It means you must keep quiet!" replied the
-boy, provoked at being interrupted at so important
-a moment.</p>
-
-<p>"How fast I am learning!" remarked the Pumpkinhead,
-with his eternal smile.</p>
-
-<p>Tip now lifted both hands above his head, with
-all the fingers and thumbs spread out, and cried in
-a loud voice: "Peaugh!"</p>
-
-<p>Immediately the saw-horse moved, stretched its
-legs, yawned with its chopped-out mouth, and shook
-a few grains of the powder off its back. The rest
-of the powder seemed to have vanished into the
-body of the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Good!" called Jack, while the boy looked on in
-astonishment. "You are a very clever sorcerer,
-dear father!"</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_039.jpg" width="300" height="308" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_040.jpg" width="400" height="335" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_AWAKENING" id="THE_AWAKENING"></a>
-<img src="images/i_041.jpg" width="560" height="392" alt="The Awakening of the Saw Horse" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse, finding himself alive, seemed
-even more astonished than Tip. He rolled his
-knotty eyes from side to side, taking a first wondering
-view of the world in which he had now so important
-an existence. Then he tried to look at
-himself; but he had, indeed, no neck to turn; so
-that in the endeavor to see his body he kept circling
-around and around, without catching even a
-glimpse of it. His legs were stiff and awkward, for
-there were no knee-joints in them; so that presently
-he bumped against Jack Pumpkinhead and sent
-that personage tumbling upon the moss that lined
-the roadside.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Tip became alarmed at this accident, as well as
-at the persistence of the Saw-Horse in prancing
-around in a circle; so he called out:</p>
-
-<p>"Whoa! Whoa, there!"</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to
-this command, and the next instant brought one of
-his wooden legs down upon Tip's foot so forcibly
-that the boy danced away in pain to a safer distance,
-from where he again yelled:</p>
-
-<p>"Whoa! Whoa, I say!"</p>
-
-<p>Jack had now managed to raise himself to a
-sitting position, and he looked at the Saw-Horse
-with much interest.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't believe the animal can hear you," he
-remarked.</p>
-
-<p>"I shout loud enough, don't I?" answered Tip,
-angrily.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; but the horse has no ears," said the smiling
-Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Sure enough!" exclaimed Tip, noting the fact
-for the first time. "How, then, am I going to
-stop him?"</p>
-
-<p>But at that instant the Saw-Horse stopped himself,
-having concluded it was impossible to see his
-own body. He saw Tip, however, and came close
-to the boy to observe him more fully.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was really comical to see the creature walk;
-for it moved the legs on its right side together, and
-those on its left side together, as a pacing horse
-does; and that made its body rock sidewise, like a
-cradle.</p>
-
-<p>Tip patted it upon the head, and said "Good
-boy! Good boy!" in a coaxing tone; and the Saw-Horse
-pranced away to examine with its bulging
-eyes the form of Jack Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"I must find a halter for him," said Tip; and
-having made a search in his pocket he produced a
-roll of strong cord. Unwinding this, he approached
-the Saw-Horse and tied the cord around its neck,
-afterward fastening the other end to a large tree.
-The Saw-Horse, not understanding the action,
-stepped backward and snapped the string easily;
-but it made no attempt to run away.</p>
-
-<p>"He's stronger than I thought," said the boy,
-"and rather obstinate, too."</p>
-
-<p>"Why don't you make him some ears?" asked
-Jack. "Then you can tell him what to do."</p>
-
-<p>"That's a splendid idea!" said Tip. "How did
-you happen to think of it?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, I didn't think of it," answered the Pumpkinhead;
-"I didn't need to, for it's the simplest and
-easiest thing to do."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So Tip got out his knife and fashioned some ears
-out of the bark of a small tree.</p>
-
-<p>"I mustn't make them too big," he said, as he
-whittled, "or our horse would become a donkey."</p>
-
-<p>"How is that?" inquired Jack, from the roadside.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, a horse has bigger ears than a man; and a
-donkey has bigger ears than a horse," explained Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Then, if my ears were longer, would I be a
-horse?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"My friend," said Tip, gravely, "you'll never be
-anything but a Pumpkinhead, no matter how big
-your ears are."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh," returned Jack, nodding; "I think I understand."</p>
-
-<p>"If you do, you're a wonder," remarked the boy;
-"but there's no harm in <em>thinking</em> you understand.
-I guess these ears are ready now. Will you hold
-the horse while I stick them on?"</p>
-
-<p>"Certainly, if you'll help me up," said Jack.</p>
-
-<p>So Tip raised him to his feet, and the Pumpkinhead
-went to the horse and held its head while the
-boy bored two holes in it with his knife-blade and
-inserted the ears.</p>
-
-<p>"They make him look very handsome," said Jack,
-admiringly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>But those words, spoken close to the Saw-Horse,
-and being the first sounds he had ever heard, so
-startled the animal that he made a bound forward
-and tumbled Tip on one side and Jack on the
-other. Then he continued to rush forward as if
-frightened by the clatter of his own footsteps.</p>
-
-<p>"Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking himself up;
-"whoa! you idiot&mdash;whoa!"</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse would probably have paid no
-attention to this, but just then it stepped a leg into
-a gopher-hole and stumbled head-over-heels to the
-ground, where it lay upon its back, frantically waving
-its four legs in the air.</p>
-
-<p>Tip ran up to it.</p>
-
-<p>"You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he
-exclaimed. "Why didn't you stop when I yelled
-'whoa?'"</p>
-
-<p>"Does 'whoa' mean to stop?" asked the Saw-Horse,
-in a surprised voice, as it rolled its eyes upward
-to look at the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course it does," answered Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"And a hole in the ground means to stop, also,
-doesn't it?" continued the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"To be sure; unless you step over it," said Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"What a strange place this is," the creature exclaimed,
-as if amazed. "What am I doing here,
-anyway?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_046.jpg" width="377" height="500" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"DO KEEP THOSE LEGS STILL."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Why, I've brought you to life," answered the
-boy; "but it won't hurt you any, if you mind me
-and do as I tell you."</p>
-
-<p>"Then I will do as you tell me," replied the
-Saw-Horse, humbly. "But what happened to me,
-a moment ago? I don't seem to be just right,
-someway."</p>
-
-<p>"You're upside down," explained Tip. "But
-just keep those legs still a minute and I'll set you
-right side up again."</p>
-
-<p>"How many sides have I?" asked the creature,
-wonderingly.</p>
-
-<p>"Several," said Tip, briefly. "But do keep those
-legs still."</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse now became quiet, and held its
-legs rigid; so that Tip, after several efforts, was
-able to roll him over and set him upright.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, I seem all right now," said the queer animal,
-with a sigh.</p>
-
-<p>"One of your ears is broken," Tip announced,
-after a careful examination. "I'll have to make a
-new one."</p>
-
-<p>Then he led the Saw-Horse back to where Jack
-was vainly struggling to regain his feet, and after
-assisting the Pumpkinhead to stand upright Tip
-whittled out a new ear and fastened it to the
-horse's head.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Now," said he, addressing his steed, "pay attention
-to what I'm going to tell you. 'Whoa!' means
-to stop; 'Get-Up!' means to walk forward; 'Trot!'
-means to go as fast as you can. Understand?"</p>
-
-<p>"I believe I do," returned the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Very good. We are all going on a journey to
-the Emerald City, to see His Majesty, the Scarecrow;
-and Jack Pumpkinhead is going to ride on your
-back, so he won't wear out his joints."</p>
-
-<p>"I don't mind," said the Saw-Horse. "Anything
-that suits you suits me."</p>
-
-<p>Then Tip assisted Jack to get upon the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Hold on tight," he cautioned, "or you may fall
-off and crack your pumpkin head."</p>
-
-<p>"That would be horrible!" said Jack, with a
-shudder. "What shall I hold on to?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, hold on to his ears," replied Tip, after a
-moment's hesitation.</p>
-
-<p>"Don't do that!" remonstrated the Saw-Horse;
-"for then I can't hear."</p>
-
-<p>That seemed reasonable, so Tip tried to think of
-something else.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll fix it!" said he, at length. He went into
-the wood and cut a short length of limb from a
-young, stout tree. One end of this he sharpened
-to a point, and then he dug a hole in the back of
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a><br /><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>the Saw-Horse, just behind its head. Next he
-brought a piece of rock from the road and hammered
-the post firmly into the animal's back.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_049.jpg" width="378" height="500" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"DOES IT HURT?" ASKED THE BOY.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>"Stop! Stop!" shouted the horse; "you're jarring
-me terribly."</p>
-
-<p>"Does it hurt?" asked the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Not exactly hurt," answered the animal; "but
-it makes me quite nervous to be jarred."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, it's all over now," said Tip, encouragingly.
-"Now, Jack, be sure to hold fast to this post, and
-then you can't fall off and get smashed."</p>
-
-<p>So Jack held on tight, and Tip said to the horse:</p>
-
-<p>"Get-up."</p>
-
-<p>The obedient creature at once walked forward,
-rocking from side to side as he raised his feet from
-the ground.</p>
-
-<p>Tip walked beside the Saw-Horse, quite content
-with this addition to their party. Presently he
-began to whistle.</p>
-
-<p>"What does that sound mean?" asked the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Don't pay any attention to it," said Tip. "I'm
-just whistling, and that only means I'm pretty well
-satisfied."</p>
-
-<p>"I'd whistle myself, if I could push my lips together,"
-remarked Jack. "I fear, dear father, that
-in some respects I am sadly lacking."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>After journeying on for some distance the narrow
-path they were following turned into a broad road-way,
-paved with yellow brick. By the side of the
-road Tip noticed a sign-post that read:</p>
-
-<p class="center">"NINE MILES TO THE EMERALD CITY."</p>
-
-<p>But it was now growing dark, so he decided to
-camp for the night by the roadside and to resume
-the journey next morning by daybreak. He led
-the Saw-Horse to a grassy mound upon which grew
-several bushy trees, and carefully assisted the Pumpkinhead
-to alight.</p>
-
-<p>"I think I'll lay you upon the ground, overnight,"
-said the boy. "You will be safer that way."</p>
-
-<p>"How about me?" asked the Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"It won't hurt you to stand," replied Tip; "and,
-as you can't sleep, you may as well watch out and
-see that no one comes near to disturb us."</p>
-
-<p>Then the boy stretched himself upon the grass
-beside the Pumpkinhead, and being greatly wearied
-by the journey was soon fast asleep.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_051.jpg" width="300" height="232" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_052.jpg" width="500" height="451" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="JACK_PUMKINHEAD" id="JACK_PUMKINHEAD"></a>
-<img src="images/i_053.jpg" width="560" height="331" alt="Jack Pumpkinheads Ride to the Emerald City" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>At daybreak Tip was awakened by the Pumpkinhead.
-He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, bathed
-in a little brook, and then ate a portion of his
-bread and cheese. Having thus prepared for a new
-day the boy said:</p>
-
-<p>"Let us start at once. Nine miles is quite a
-distance, but we ought to reach the Emerald City
-by noon if no accidents happen."</p>
-
-<p>So the Pumpkinhead was again perched upon
-the back of the Saw-Horse and the journey was resumed.</p>
-
-<p>Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and
-trees had now faded to a dull lavender, and before
-long this lavender appeared to take on a greenish
-tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer
-to the great City where the Scarecrow ruled.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The little party had traveled but a short two
-miles upon their way when the road of yellow
-brick was parted by a broad and swift river. Tip
-was puzzled how to cross over; but after a time he
-discovered a man in a ferry-boat approaching from
-the other side of the stream.</p>
-
-<p>When the man reached the bank Tip asked:</p>
-
-<p>"Will you row us to the other side?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, if you have money," returned the ferryman,
-whose face looked cross and disagreeable.</p>
-
-<p>"But I have no money," said Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"None at all?" inquired the man.</p>
-
-<p>"None at all," answered the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Then I'll not break my back rowing you over,"
-said the ferryman, decidedly.</p>
-
-<p>"What a nice man!" remarked the Pumpkinhead,
-smilingly.</p>
-
-<p>The ferryman stared at him, but made no reply.
-Tip was trying to think, for it was a great disappointment
-to him to find his journey so suddenly
-brought to an end.</p>
-
-<p>"I must certainly get to the Emerald City," he
-said to the boatman; "but how can I cross the river
-if you do not take me?"</p>
-
-<p>The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh.</p>
-
-<p>"That wooden horse will float," said he; "and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>
-you can ride him across. As for the pumpkin-headed
-loon who accompanies you, let him sink or
-swim&mdash;it won't matter greatly which."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_055.jpg" width="500" height="419" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Don't worry about me," said Jack, smiling
-pleasantly upon the crabbed ferryman; "I'm sure I
-ought to float beautifully."</p>
-
-<p>Tip thought the experiment was worth making,
-and the Saw-Horse, who did not know what danger
-meant, offered no objections whatever. So the boy
-led it down into the water and climbed upon its
-back. Jack also waded in up to his knees and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
-grasped the tail of the horse so that he might keep
-his pumpkin head above the water.</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said Tip, instructing the Saw-Horse, "if
-you wiggle your legs you will probably swim; and
-if you swim we shall probably reach the other side."</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse at once began to wiggle its legs,
-which acted as oars and moved the adventurers
-slowly across the river to the opposite side. So
-successful was the trip that presently they were
-climbing, wet and dripping, up the grassy bank.</p>
-
-<p>Tip's trouser-legs and shoes were thoroughly
-soaked; but the Saw-Horse had floated so perfectly
-that from his knees up the boy was entirely dry.
-As for the Pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous
-clothing dripped water.</p>
-
-<p>"The sun will soon dry us," said Tip; "and, anyhow,
-we are now safely across, in spite of the ferryman,
-and can continue our journey."</p>
-
-<p>"I didn't mind swimming, at all," remarked the
-horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Nor did I," added Jack.</p>
-
-<p>They soon regained the road of yellow brick,
-which proved to be a continuation of the road they
-had left on the other side, and then Tip once more
-mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the
-Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"If you ride fast," said he, "the wind will help
-to dry your clothing. I will hold on to the horse's
-tail and run after you. In this way we all will become
-dry in a very short time."</p>
-
-<p>"Then the horse must step lively," said Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll do my best," returned the Saw-Horse,
-cheerfully.</p>
-
-<p>Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as
-tail to the Saw-Horse, and called loudly: "Get-up!"</p>
-
-<p>The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed
-behind. Then he decided they could go
-faster, so he shouted: "Trot!"</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_057.jpg" width="500" height="221" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Now, the Saw-Horse remembered that this word
-was the command to go as fast as he could; so he
-began rocking along the road at a tremendous pace,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
-and Tip had hard work&mdash;running faster than he
-ever had before in his life&mdash;to keep his feet.</p>
-
-<p>Soon he was out of breath, and although he
-wanted to call "Whoa!" to the horse, he found he
-could not get the word out of his throat. Then
-the end of the tail he was clutching, being nothing
-more than a dead branch, suddenly broke away, and
-the next minute the boy was rolling in the dust of the
-road, while the horse and its pumpkin-headed rider
-dashed on and quickly disappeared in the distance.</p>
-
-<p>By the time Tip had picked himself up and
-cleared the dust from his throat so he could say
-"Whoa!" there was no further need of saying it, for
-the horse was long since out of sight.</p>
-
-<p>So he did the only sensible thing he could do.
-He sat down and took a good rest, and afterward
-began walking along the road.</p>
-
-<p>"Some time I will surely overtake them," he reflected;
-"for the road will end at the gates of the
-Emerald City, and they can go no further than that."</p>
-
-<p>Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and
-the Saw-Horse was tearing along the road like a
-racer. Neither of them knew Tip was left behind,
-for the Pumpkinhead did not look around and the
-Saw-Horse couldn't.</p>
-
-<p>As he rode, Jack noticed that the grass and trees<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>
-had become a bright emerald-green in color, so he
-guessed they were nearing the Emerald City even
-before the tall spires and domes came into sight.</p>
-
-<p>At length a high wall of green stone, studded
-thick with emeralds, loomed up before them; and
-fearing the Saw-Horse would not know enough to
-stop and so might smash them both against this wall,
-Jack ventured to cry "Whoa!" as loud as he could.</p>
-
-<p>So suddenly did the horse obey that had it not
-been for his post Jack would have been pitched off
-head foremost, and his beautiful face ruined.</p>
-
-<p>"That was a fast ride, dear father!" he exclaimed;
-and then, hearing no reply, he turned around and
-discovered for the first time that Tip was not there.</p>
-
-<p>This apparent desertion puzzled the Pumpkinhead,
-and made him uneasy. And while he was
-wondering what had become of the boy, and what
-he ought to do next under such trying circumstances,
-the gateway in the green wall opened and a
-man came out.</p>
-
-<p>This man was short and round, with a fat face
-that seemed remarkably good-natured. He was
-clothed all in green and wore a high, peaked green
-hat upon his head and green spectacles over his
-eyes. Bowing before the Pumpkinhead he said:</p>
-
-<p>"I am the Guardian of the Gates of the Emerald<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
-City. May I inquire who you are, and what is
-your business?"</p>
-
-<p>"My name is Jack Pumpkinhead," returned the
-other, smilingly; "but as to my business, I haven't
-the least idea in the world what it is."</p>
-
-<p>The Guardian of the Gates looked surprised, and
-shook his head as if dissatisfied with the reply.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you, a man or a pumpkin?" he asked,
-politely.</p>
-
-<p>"Both, if you please," answered Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"And this wooden horse&mdash;is it alive?" questioned
-the Guardian.</p>
-
-<p>The horse rolled one knotty eye upward and
-winked at Jack. Then it gave a prance and brought
-one leg down on the Guardian's toes.</p>
-
-<p>"Ouch!" cried the man; "I'm sorry I asked that
-question. But the answer is most convincing. Have
-you any errand, sir, in the Emerald City?"</p>
-
-<p>"It seems to me that I have," replied the Pumpkinhead,
-seriously; "but I cannot think what it is.
-My father knows all about it, but he is not here."</p>
-
-<p>"This is a strange affair&mdash;very strange!" declared
-the Guardian. "But you seem harmless. Folks do
-not smile so delightfully when they mean mischief."</p>
-
-<p>"As for that," said Jack, "I cannot help my smile,
-for it is carved on my face with a jack-knife."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Well, come with me into my room," resumed
-the Guardian, "and I will see what can be done for
-you."</p>
-
-<p>So Jack rode the Saw-Horse through the gate-way
-into a little room built into the wall. The
-Guardian pulled a bell-cord, and presently a very
-tall soldier&mdash;clothed in a green uniform&mdash;entered
-from the opposite door. This soldier carried a long
-green gun over his shoulder and had lovely green
-whiskers that fell quite to his knees. The Guardian
-at once addressed him, saying:</p>
-
-<p>"Here is a strange gentleman who doesn't know
-why he has come to the Emerald City, or what he
-wants. Tell me, what shall we do with him?"</p>
-
-<p>The Soldier with the Green Whiskers looked at
-Jack with much care and curiosity. Finally he
-shook his head so positively that little waves rippled
-down his whiskers, and then he said:</p>
-
-<p>"I must take him to His Majesty, the Scarecrow."</p>
-
-<p>"But what will His Majesty, the Scarecrow, do
-with him?" asked the Guardian of the Gates.</p>
-
-<p>"That is His Majesty's business," returned the
-soldier. "I have troubles enough of my own. All
-outside troubles must be turned over to His Majesty.
-So put the spectacles on this fellow, and I'll take
-him to the royal palace."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So the Guardian opened a big box of spectacles
-and tried to fit a pair to Jack's great round eyes.</p>
-
-<p>"I haven't a pair in stock that will really cover
-those eyes up," said the little man, with a sigh; "and
-your head is so big that I shall be obliged to tie
-the spectacles on."</p>
-
-<p>"But why need I wear spectacles?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"It's the fashion here," said the Soldier, "and they
-will keep you from being blinded by the glitter and
-glare of the gorgeous Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh!" exclaimed Jack. "Tie them on, by all
-means. I don't wish to be blinded."</p>
-
-<p>"Nor I!" broke in the Saw-Horse; so a pair of
-green spectacles was quickly fastened over the bulging
-knots that served it for eyes.</p>
-
-<p>Then the Soldier with the Green Whiskers led
-them through the inner gate and they at once
-found themselves in the main street of the magnificent
-Emerald City.</p>
-
-<p>Sparkling green gems ornamented the fronts of
-the beautiful houses and the towers and turrets
-were all faced with emeralds. Even the green marble
-pavement glittered with precious stones, and it
-was indeed a grand and marvelous sight to one who
-beheld it for the first time.</p>
-
-<p>However, the Pumpkinhead and the Saw-Horse,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
-knowing nothing of wealth and beauty, paid little
-attention to the wonderful sights they saw through
-their green spectacles. They calmly followed after
-the green soldier and scarcely noticed the crowds of
-green people who stared at them in surprise. When
-a green dog ran out and barked at them the Saw-Horse
-promptly kicked at it with its wooden leg
-and sent the little animal howling into one of the
-houses; but nothing more serious than this happened
-to interrupt their progress to the royal palace.</p>
-
-<p>The Pumpkinhead wanted to ride up the green
-marble steps and straight into the Scarecrow's presence;
-but the soldier would not permit that. So
-Jack dismounted, with much difficulty, and a servant
-led the Saw-Horse around to the rear while the
-Soldier with the Green Whiskers escorted the Pumpkinhead
-into the palace, by the front entrance.</p>
-
-<p>The stranger was left in a handsomely furnished
-waiting room while the soldier went to announce
-him. It so happened that at this hour His Majesty
-was at leisure and greatly bored for want of something
-to do, so he ordered his visitor to be shown at
-once into his throne room.</p>
-
-<p>Jack felt no fear or embarrassment at meeting
-the ruler of this magnificent city, for he was entirely
-ignorant of all worldly customs. But when he en<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>tered
-the room and saw for the first time His
-Majesty the Scarecrow seated upon his glittering
-throne, he stopped short in amazement.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_064.jpg" width="520" height="343" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="HIS_MAJESTY" id="HIS_MAJESTY"></a>
-<img src="images/i_065.jpg" width="560" height="358" alt="His majesty the Scarecrow" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>I suppose every reader of this book knows what
-a scarecrow is; but Jack Pumpkinhead, never having
-seen such a creation, was more surprised at meeting
-the remarkable King of the Emerald City than by
-any other one experience of his brief life.</p>
-
-<p>His Majesty the Scarecrow was dressed in a suit
-of faded blue clothes, and his head was merely a
-small sack stuffed with straw, upon which eyes, ears,
-a nose and a mouth had been rudely painted to
-represent a face. The clothes were also stuffed
-with straw, and that so unevenly or carelessly that
-his Majesty's legs and arms seemed more bumpy
-than was necessary. Upon his hands were gloves
-with long fingers, and these were padded with cotton.
-Wisps of straw stuck out from the monarch's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
-coat and also from his neck and boot-tops. Upon
-his head he wore a heavy golden crown set thick
-with sparkling jewels, and the weight of this crown
-caused his brow to sag in wrinkles, giving a thoughtful
-expression to the painted face. Indeed, the
-crown alone betokened majesty; in all else the
-Scarecrow King was but a simple scarecrow&mdash;flimsy,
-awkward, and unsubstantial.</p>
-
-<p>But if the strange appearance of his Majesty the
-Scarecrow seemed startling to Jack, no less wonderful
-was the form of the Pumpkinhead to the
-Scarecrow. The purple trousers and pink waistcoat
-and red shirt hung loosely over the wooden
-joints Tip had manufactured, and the carved face
-on the pumpkin grinned perpetually, as if its wearer
-considered life the jolliest thing imaginable.</p>
-
-<p>At first, indeed, His Majesty thought his queer
-visitor was laughing at him, and was inclined to
-resent such a liberty; but it was not without reason
-that the Scarecrow had attained the reputation of
-being the wisest personage in the Land of Oz. He
-made a more careful examination of his visitor, and
-soon discovered that Jack's features were carved
-into a smile and that he could not look grave if he
-wished to.</p>
-
-<p>The King was the first to speak. After regarding</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_067.jpg" width="382" height="520" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Jack for some minutes
-he said, in a tone of
-wonder:</p>
-
-<p>"Where on earth did
-you come from, and how
-do you happen to be
-alive?"</p>
-
-<p>"I beg your Majesty's
-pardon," returned the
-Pumpkinhead; "but I
-do not understand you."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"What don't you understand?" asked the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, I don't understand your language. You
-see, I came from the Country of the Gillikins, so
-that I am a foreigner."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, to be sure!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "I
-myself speak the language of the Munchkins, which
-is also the language of the Emerald City. But you,
-I suppose, speak the language of the Pumpkinheads?"</p>
-
-<p>"Exactly so, your Majesty," replied the other,
-bowing; "so it will be impossible for us to understand
-one another."</p>
-
-<p>"That is unfortunate, certainly," said the Scarecrow,
-thoughtfully. "We must have an interpreter."</p>
-
-<p>"What is an interpreter?" asked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"A person who understands both my language
-and your own. When I say anything, the interpreter
-can tell you what I mean; and when you say
-anything the interpreter can tell me what <em>you</em> mean.
-For the interpreter can speak both languages as
-well as understand them."</p>
-
-<p>"That is certainly clever," said Jack, greatly
-pleased at finding so simple a way out of the difficulty.</p>
-
-<p>So the Scarecrow commanded the Soldier with
-the Green Whiskers to search among his people<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
-until he found one who understood the language of
-the Gillikins as well as the language of the Emerald
-City, and to bring that person to him at once.</p>
-
-<p>When the Soldier had departed the Scarecrow said:</p>
-
-<p>"Won't you take a chair while we are waiting?"</p>
-
-<p>"Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand
-you," replied the Pumpkinhead. "If you wish me
-to sit down you must make a sign for me to do so."</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow came down from his throne and
-rolled an armchair to a position behind the Pumpkinhead.
-Then he gave Jack a sudden push that
-sent him sprawling upon the cushions in so awkward
-a fashion that he doubled up like a jack-knife,
-and had hard work to untangle himself.</p>
-
-<p>"Did you understand that sign?" asked His
-Majesty, politely.</p>
-
-<p>"Perfectly," declared Jack, reaching up his arms
-to turn his head to the front, the pumpkin having
-twisted around upon the stick that supported it.</p>
-
-<p>"You seem hastily made," remarked the Scarecrow,
-watching Jack's efforts to straighten himself.</p>
-
-<p>"Not more so than your Majesty," was the frank
-reply.</p>
-
-<p>"There is this difference between us," said the
-Scarecrow, "that whereas I will bend, but not
-break, you will break, but not bend."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_070.jpg" width="400" height="523" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"HE GAVE JACK A SUDDEN PUSH."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>At this moment the soldier returned leading a
-young girl by the hand. She seemed very sweet
-and modest, having a pretty face and beautiful green
-eyes and hair. A dainty green silk skirt reached to
-her knees, showing silk stockings embroidered with
-pea-pods, and green satin slippers with bunches of
-lettuce for decorations instead of bows or buckles.
-Upon her silken waist clover leaves were embroidered,
-and she wore a jaunty little jacket trimmed
-with sparkling emeralds of a uniform size.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, it's little Jellia Jamb!" exclaimed the
-Scarecrow, as the green maiden bowed her pretty
-head before him. "Do you understand the language
-of the Gillikins, my dear?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, your Majesty," she answered, "for I was
-born in the North Country."</p>
-
-<p>"Then you shall be our interpreter," said the
-Scarecrow, "and explain to this Pumpkinhead all
-that I say, and also explain to me all that <em>he</em> says.
-Is this arrangement satisfactory?" he asked, turning
-toward his guest.</p>
-
-<p>"Very satisfactory indeed," was the reply.</p>
-
-<p>"Then ask him, to begin with," resumed the
-Scarecrow, turning to Jellia, "what brought him to
-the Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>But instead of this the girl, who had been staring
-at Jack, said to him:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You are certainly a wonderful creature. Who
-made you?"</p>
-
-<p>"A boy named Tip," answered Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"What does he say?" inquired the Scarecrow.
-"My ears must have deceived me. What did he say?"</p>
-
-<p>"He says that your Majesty's brains seem to have
-come loose," replied the girl, demurely.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow moved uneasily upon his throne,
-and felt of his head with his left hand.</p>
-
-<p>"What a fine thing it is to understand two different
-languages," he said, with a perplexed sigh.
-"Ask him, my dear, if he has any objection to being
-put in jail for insulting the ruler of the Emerald City.</p>
-
-<p>"I didn't insult you!" protested Jack, indignantly.</p>
-
-<p>"Tut&mdash;tut!" cautioned the Scarecrow; "wait
-until Jellia translates my speech. What have we got
-an interpreter for, if you break out in this rash way?"</p>
-
-<p>"All right, I'll wait," replied the Pumpkinhead,
-in a surly tone&mdash;although his face smiled as genially
-as ever. "Translate the speech, young woman."</p>
-
-<p>"His Majesty inquires if you are hungry," said
-Jellia.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, not at all!" answered Jack, more pleasantly.
-"for it is impossible for me to eat."</p>
-
-<p>"It's the same way with me," remarked the Scarecrow.
-"What did he say, Jellia, my dear?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"He asked if you were aware that one of your
-eyes is painted larger than the other," said the girl,
-mischievously.</p>
-
-<p>"Don't you believe her, your Majesty," cried
-Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, I don't," answered the Scarecrow, calmly.
-Then, casting a sharp look at the girl, he asked:</p>
-
-<p>"Are you quite certain you understand the languages
-of both the Gillikins and the Munchkins?"</p>
-
-<p>"Quite certain, your Majesty," said Jellia Jamb,
-trying hard not to laugh in the face of royalty.</p>
-
-<p>"Then how is it that I seem to understand them
-myself?" inquired the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Because they are one and the same!" declared
-the girl, now laughing merrily. "Does not your
-Majesty know that in all the land of Oz but one
-language is spoken?"</p>
-
-<p>"Is it indeed so?" cried the Scarecrow, much
-relieved to hear this; "then I might easily have been
-my own interpreter!"</p>
-
-<p>"It was all my fault, your Majesty," said Jack,
-looking rather foolish, "I thought we must surely
-speak different languages, since we came from different
-countries."</p>
-
-<p>"This should be a warning to you never to
-think," returned the Scarecrow, severely. "For<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>
-unless one can think wisely it is better to remain a
-dummy&mdash;which you most certainly are."</p>
-
-<p>"I am!&mdash;I surely am!" agreed the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"It seems to me," continued the Scarecrow,
-more mildly, "that your manufacturer spoiled some
-good pies to create an indifferent man."</p>
-
-<p>"I assure your Majesty that I did not ask to be
-created," answered Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! It was the same in my case," said the
-King, pleasantly. "And so, as we differ from all
-ordinary people, let us become friends."</p>
-
-<p>"With all my heart!" exclaimed Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"What! Have you a heart?" asked the Scarecrow,
-surprised.</p>
-
-<p>"No; that was only imaginative&mdash;I might say,
-a figure of speech," said the other.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, your most prominent figure seems to be
-a figure of wood; so I must beg you to restrain an
-imagination which, having no brains, you have no
-right to exercise," suggested the Scarecrow, warningly.</p>
-
-<p>"To be sure!" said Jack, without in the least
-comprehending.</p>
-
-<p>His Majesty then dismissed Jellia Jamb and the
-Soldier with the Green Whiskers, and when they
-were gone he took his new friend by the arm and
-led him into the courtyard to play a game of quoits.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_075.jpg" width="241" height="420" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_076.jpg" width="300" height="302" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="GENERAL_JINJURS_ARMY" id="GENERAL_JINJURS_ARMY"></a>
-<img src="images/i_077.jpg" width="560" height="408" alt="Gen Jinjurs Army of Revolt" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Tip was so anxious to rejoin his man Jack and
-the Saw-Horse that he walked a full half the distance
-to the Emerald City without stopping to rest.
-Then he discovered that he was hungry and the
-crackers and cheese he had provided for the journey
-had all been eaten.</p>
-
-<p>While wondering what he should do in this
-emergency he came upon a girl sitting by the roadside.
-She wore a costume that struck the boy as
-being remarkably brilliant: her silken waist being
-of emerald green and her skirt of four distinct
-colors&mdash;blue in front, yellow at the left side, red
-at the back and purple at the right side. Fastening<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
-the waist in front were four buttons&mdash;the top one
-blue, the next yellow, a third red and the last purple.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_078.jpg" width="343" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>The splendor of this dress was almost barbaric;
-so Tip was fully justified in staring at the gown for
-some moments before his eyes were attracted by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
-pretty face above it. Yes, the face was pretty enough,
-he decided; but it wore an expression of discontent
-coupled to a shade of defiance or audacity.</p>
-
-<p>While the boy stared the girl looked upon him
-calmly. A lunch basket stood beside her, and she
-held a dainty sandwich in one hand and a hard-boiled
-egg in the other, eating with an evident
-appetite that aroused Tip's sympathy.</p>
-
-<p>He was just about to ask a share of the luncheon
-when the girl stood up and brushed the crumbs
-from her lap.</p>
-
-<p>"There!" said she; "it is time for me to go.
-Carry that basket for me and help yourself to its
-contents if you are hungry."</p>
-
-<p>Tip seized the basket eagerly and began to eat,
-following for a time the strange girl without bothering
-to ask questions. She walked along before him
-with swift strides, and there was about her an air of
-decision and importance that led him to suspect
-she was some great personage.</p>
-
-<p>Finally, when he had satisfied his hunger, he ran
-up beside her and tried to keep pace with her swift
-footsteps&mdash;a very difficult feat, for she was much
-taller than he, and evidently in a hurry.</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you very much for the sandwiches," said
-Tip, as he trotted along. "May I ask your name?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I am General Jinjur," was the brief reply.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh!" said the boy, surprised. "What sort of
-a General?"</p>
-
-<p>"I command the Army of Revolt in this war,"
-answered the General, with unnecessary sharpness.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh!" he again exclaimed. "I didn't know
-there was a war."</p>
-
-<p>"You were not supposed to know it," she
-returned, "for we have kept it a secret; and considering
-that our army is composed entirely of girls,"
-she added, with some pride, "it is surely a remarkable
-thing that our Revolt is not yet discovered."</p>
-
-<p>"It is, indeed," acknowledged Tip. "But where
-is your army?"</p>
-
-<p>"About a mile from here," said General Jinjur.
-"The forces have assembled from all parts of the
-Land of Oz, at my express command. For this is the
-day we are to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow,
-and wrest from him the throne. The Army of
-Revolt only awaits my coming to march upon the
-Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"Well!" declared Tip, drawing a long breath,
-"this is certainly a surprising thing! May I ask why
-you wish to conquer His Majesty the Scarecrow?"</p>
-
-<p>"Because the Emerald City has been ruled by
-men long enough, for one reason," said the girl.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
-"Moreover, the City glitters with beautiful gems,
-which might far better be used for rings, bracelets
-and necklaces; and there is enough money in the
-King's treasury to buy every girl in our Army a
-dozen new gowns. So we intend to conquer the
-City and run the government to suit ourselves."</p>
-
-<p>Jinjur spoke these words with an eagerness and
-decision that proved she was in earnest.</p>
-
-<p>"But war is a terrible thing," said Tip, thoughtfully.</p>
-
-<p>"This war will be pleasant," replied the girl,
-cheerfully.</p>
-
-<p>"Many of you will be slain!" continued the boy,
-in an awed voice.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no," said Jinjur. "What man would oppose
-a girl, or dare to harm her? And there is not an
-ugly face in my entire Army."</p>
-
-<p>Tip laughed.</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps you are right," said he. "But the
-Guardian of the Gate is considered a faithful
-Guardian, and the King's Army will not let the
-City be conquered without a struggle."</p>
-
-<p>"The Army is old and feeble," replied General
-Jinjur, scornfully. "His strength has all been used
-to grow whiskers, and his wife has such a temper
-that she has already pulled more than half of them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
-out by the roots. When the Wonderful Wizard
-reigned the Soldier with the Green Whiskers was a
-very good Royal Army, for people feared the Wizard.
-But no one is afraid of the Scarecrow, so his
-Royal Army don't count for much in time of war."</p>
-
-<p>After this conversation they proceeded some distance
-in silence, and before long reached a large
-clearing in the forest where fully four hundred
-young women were assembled. These were laughing
-and talking together as gaily as if they had gathered
-for a picnic instead of a war of conquest.</p>
-
-<p>They were divided into four companies, and Tip
-noticed that all were dressed in costumes similar to
-that worn by General Jinjur. The only real difference
-was that while those girls from the Munchkin
-country had the blue strip in front of their
-skirts, those from the country of the Quadlings had
-the red strip in front; and those from the country
-of the Winkies had the yellow strip in front, and
-the Gillikin girls wore the purple strip in front. All
-had green waists, representing the Emerald City
-they intended to conquer, and the top button on
-each waist indicated by its color which country the
-wearer came from. The uniforms were jaunty and
-becoming, and quite effective when massed together.</p>
-
-<p>Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
-whatever; but in this he was wrong.
-For each girl had stuck through the
-knot of her back hair two long,
-glittering knitting-needles.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 157px;">
-<img src="images/i_083.jpg" width="157" height="520" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>General Jinjur immediately
-mounted the stump of a tree and
-addressed her army.</p>
-
-<p>"Friends, fellow-citizens, and
-girls!" she said; "we are about to
-begin our great Revolt against the
-men of Oz! We march to conquer
-the Emerald City&mdash;to dethrone the
-Scarecrow King&mdash;to acquire thousands
-of gorgeous gems&mdash;to rifle
-the royal treasury&mdash;and to obtain
-power over our former oppressors!"</p>
-
-<p>"Hurrah!" said those who had
-listened; but Tip thought most of
-the Army was too much engaged in
-chattering to pay attention to the
-words of the General.</p>
-
-<p>The command to march was
-now given, and the girls formed
-themselves into four bands, or companies,
-and set off with eager strides
-toward the Emerald City.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 474px;">
-<img src="images/i_084.jpg" width="474" height="500" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>The boy followed after them, carrying several
-baskets and wraps and packages which various
-members of the Army of Revolt had placed in his
-care. It was not long before they came to the
-green granite walls of the City and halted before
-the gateway.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The Guardian of the Gate at once came out and
-looked at them curiously, as if a circus had come to
-town. He carried a bunch of keys swung round
-his neck by a golden chain; his hands were thrust
-carelessly into his pockets, and he seemed to have
-no idea at all that the City was threatened by rebels.
-Speaking pleasantly to the girls, he said:</p>
-
-<p>"Good morning, my dears! What can I do for you?"</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_085.jpg" width="550" height="287" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Surrender instantly!" answered General Jinjur,
-standing before him and frowning as terribly as her
-pretty face would allow her to.</p>
-
-<p>"Surrender!" echoed the man, astounded. "Why,
-it's impossible. It's against the law! I never heard
-of such a thing in my life."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Still, you must surrender!" exclaimed the General,
-fiercely. "We are revolting!"</p>
-
-<p>"You don't look it," said the Guardian, gazing
-from one to another, admiringly.</p>
-
-<p>"But we are!" cried Jinjur, stamping her foot,
-impatiently; "and we mean to conquer the Emerald
-City!"</p>
-
-<p>"Good gracious!" returned the surprised Guardian
-of the Gates; "what a nonsensical idea! Go
-home to your mothers, my good girls, and milk the
-cows and bake the bread. Don't you know it's a
-dangerous thing to conquer a city?"</p>
-
-<p>"We are not afraid!" responded the General;
-and she looked so determined that it made the
-Guardian uneasy.</p>
-
-<p>So he rang the bell for the Soldier with the
-Green Whiskers, and the next minute was sorry he
-had done so. For immediately he was surrounded
-by a crowd of girls who drew the knitting-needles
-from their hair and began jabbing them at the
-Guardian with the sharp points dangerously near
-his fat cheeks and blinking eyes.</p>
-
-<p>The poor man howled loudly for mercy and
-made no resistance when Jinjur drew the bunch of
-keys from around his neck.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_087.jpg" width="415" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>GENERAL JINJUR AND HER ARMY CAPTURE THE CITY.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Followed by her Army the General now rushed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
-to the gateway, where she was confronted by the
-Royal Army of Oz&mdash;which was the other name for
-the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.</p>
-
-<p>"Halt!" he cried, and pointed his long gun full
-in the face of the leader.</p>
-
-<p>Some of the girls screamed and ran back, but
-General Jinjur bravely stood her ground and said,
-reproachfully:</p>
-
-<p>"Why, how now? Would you shoot a poor,
-defenceless girl?"</p>
-
-<p>"No," replied the soldier; "for my gun isn't
-loaded."</p>
-
-<p>"Not loaded?"</p>
-
-<p>"No; for fear of accidents. And I've forgotten
-where I hid the powder and shot to load it with.
-But if you'll wait a short time I'll try to hunt
-them up."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't trouble yourself," said Jinjur, cheerfully.
-Then she turned to her Army and cried:</p>
-
-<p>"Girls, the gun isn't loaded!"</p>
-
-<p>"Hooray," shrieked the rebels, delighted at this
-good news, and they proceeded to rush upon
-the Soldier with the Green Whiskers in such a
-crowd that it was a wonder they didn't stick the
-knitting-needles into one another.</p>
-
-<p>But the Royal Army of Oz was too much afraid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
-of women to meet the onslaught. He simply
-turned about and ran with all his might through
-the gate and toward the royal palace, while General
-Jinjur and her mob flocked into the unprotected
-City.</p>
-
-<p>In this way was the Emerald City captured without
-a drop of blood being spilled. The Army of
-Revolt had become an Army of Conquerors!</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="550" height="409" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_090.jpg" width="302" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_SCARECROW_PLANS" id="THE_SCARECROW_PLANS"></a>
-<img src="images/i_091.jpg" width="560" height="370" alt="The Scarecrow Plans an escape" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Tip slipped away from the girls and followed
-swiftly after the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
-The invading army entered the City more slowly,
-for they stopped to dig emeralds out of the walls
-and paving-stones with the points of their knitting-needles.
-So the Soldier and the boy reached the
-palace before the news had spread that the City was
-conquered.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkinhead were still
-playing at quoits in the courtyard when the game
-was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of the Royal
-Army of Oz, who came flying in without his hat or
-gun, his clothes in sad disarray and his long beard
-floating a yard behind him as he ran.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Tally one for me," said the Scarecrow, calmly.
-"What's wrong, my man?" he added, addressing
-the Soldier.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh! your Majesty&mdash;your Majesty! The City
-is conquered!" gasped the Royal Army, who was
-all out of breath.</p>
-
-<p>"This is quite sudden," said the Scarecrow. "But
-please go and bar all the doors and windows of the
-palace, while I show this Pumpkinhead how to
-throw a quoit."</p>
-
-<p>The Soldier hastened to do this, while Tip, who
-had arrived at his heels, remained in the courtyard
-to look at the Scarecrow with wondering eyes.</p>
-
-<p>His Majesty continued to throw the quoits as
-coolly as if no danger threatened his throne, but the
-Pumpkinhead, having caught sight of Tip, ambled
-toward the boy as fast as his wooden legs would go.</p>
-
-<p>"Good afternoon, noble parent!" he cried, delightedly.
-"I'm glad to see you are here. That
-terrible Saw-Horse ran away with me."</p>
-
-<p>"I suspected it," said Tip. "Did you get hurt?
-Are you cracked at all?"</p>
-
-<p>"No, I arrived safely," answered Jack, "and his
-Majesty has been very kind indeed to me."</p>
-
-<p>At this moment the Soldier with the Green
-Whiskers returned, and the Scarecrow asked:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"By the way, who has conquered me?"</p>
-
-<p>"A regiment of girls, gathered from the four
-corners of the Land of Oz," replied the Soldier,
-still pale with fear.</p>
-
-<p>"But where was my Standing Army at the time?"
-inquired his Majesty, looking at the Soldier,
-gravely.</p>
-
-<p>"Your Standing Army was running," answered
-the fellow, honestly; "for no man could face the
-terrible weapons of the invaders."</p>
-
-<p>"Well," said the Scarecrow, after a moment's
-thought, "I don't mind much the loss of my throne,
-for it's a tiresome job to rule over the Emerald
-City. And this crown is so heavy that it makes
-my head ache. But I hope the Conquerors have
-no intention of injuring me, just because I happen
-to be the King."</p>
-
-<p>"I heard them say," remarked Tip, with some
-hesitation, "that they intend to make a rag carpet
-of your outside and stuff their sofa-cushions with
-your inside."</p>
-
-<p>"Then I am really in danger," declared his
-Majesty, positively, "and it will be wise for me to
-consider a means to escape."</p>
-
-<p>"Where can you go?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
-rules over the Winkies, and calls himself their Emperor,"
-was the answer. "I am sure he will
-protect me."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_094.jpg" width="315" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Tip was looking out of the window.</p>
-
-<p>"The palace is surrounded by the enemy," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>
-he. "It is too late to escape. They would soon
-tear you to pieces."</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow sighed.</p>
-
-<p>"In an emergency," he announced, "it is always
-a good thing to pause and reflect. Please excuse
-me while I pause and reflect."</p>
-
-<p>"But we also are in danger," said the Pumpkinhead,
-anxiously. "If any of these girls understand
-cooking, my end is not far off!"</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow; "they're
-too busy to cook, even if they know how!"</p>
-
-<p>"But should I remain here a prisoner for any
-length of time," protested Jack, "I'm liable to spoil."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! then you would not be fit to associate
-with," returned the Scarecrow. "The matter is
-more serious than I suspected."</p>
-
-<p>"You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are
-liable to live for many years. My life is necessarily
-short. So I must take advantage of the few days
-that remain to me."</p>
-
-<p>"There, there! Don't worry," answered the Scarecrow,
-soothingly; "if you'll keep quiet long enough
-for me to think, I'll try to find some way for us all
-to escape."</p>
-
-<p>So the others waited in patient silence while the
-Scarecrow walked to a corner and stood with his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
-face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the
-end of that time he faced them with a more cheerful
-expression upon his painted face.</p>
-
-<p>"Where is the Saw-Horse you rode here?" he
-asked the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man
-locked him up in the royal treasury," said Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"It was the only place I could think of, your
-Majesty," added the Soldier, fearing he had made a
-blunder.</p>
-
-<p>"It pleases me very much," said the Scarecrow.
-"Has the animal been fed?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust."</p>
-
-<p>"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "Bring the
-horse here at once."</p>
-
-<p>The Soldier hastened away, and presently they
-heard the clattering of the horse's wooden legs upon
-the pavement as he was led into the courtyard.</p>
-
-<p>His Majesty regarded the steed critically.</p>
-
-<p>"He doesn't seem especially graceful," he remarked,
-musingly; "but I suppose he can run?"</p>
-
-<p>"He can, indeed," said Tip, gazing upon the Saw-Horse
-admiringly.</p>
-
-<p>"Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make
-a dash through the ranks of the rebels and carry us
-to my friend the Tin Woodman," announced the
-Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"He can't carry four!" objected Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"No, but he may be induced to carry three," said
-his Majesty. "I shall therefore leave my Royal Army
-behind. For, from the ease with which he was
-conquered, I have little confidence in his powers."</p>
-
-<p>"Still, he can run," declared Tip, laughing.</p>
-
-<p>"I expected this blow," said the Soldier, sulkily;
-"but I can bear it. I shall disguise myself by cutting
-off my lovely green whiskers. And, after all,
-it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls
-than to ride this fiery, untamed wooden horse!"</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps you are right," observed his Majesty.
-"But, for my part, not being a soldier, I am fond of
-danger. Now, my boy, you must mount first. And
-please sit as close to the horse's neck as possible."</p>
-
-<p>Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the Soldier
-and the Scarecrow managed to hoist the Pumpkinhead
-to a seat just behind him. There remained
-so little space for the King that he was liable to
-fall off as soon as the horse started.</p>
-
-<p>"Fetch a clothesline," said the King to his Army,
-"and tie us all together. Then if one falls off we
-will all fall off."</p>
-
-<p>And while the Soldier was gone for the clothesline
-his Majesty continued, "it is well for me to be
-careful, for my very existence is in danger."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I have to be as careful as you do," said Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Not exactly," replied the Scarecrow; "for if
-anything happened to me, that would be the end
-of me. But if anything happened to you, they
-could use you for seed."</p>
-
-<p>The Soldier now returned with a long line and
-tied all three firmly together, also lashing them to
-the body of the Saw-Horse; so there seemed little
-danger of their tumbling off.</p>
-
-<p>"Now throw open the gates," commanded the
-Scarecrow, "and we will make a dash to liberty or
-to death."</p>
-
-<p>The courtyard in which they were standing was
-located in the center of the great palace, which
-surrounded it on all sides. But in one place a passage
-led to an outer gateway, which the Soldier had
-barred by order of his sovereign. It was through
-this gateway his Majesty proposed to escape, and the
-Royal Army now led the Saw-Horse along the passage
-and unbarred the gate, which swung backward
-with a loud crash.</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said Tip to the horse, "you must save us
-all. Run as fast as you can for the gate of the
-City, and don't let anything stop you."</p>
-
-<p>"All right!" answered the Saw-Horse, gruffly,
-and dashed away so suddenly that Tip had to gasp
-for breath and hold firmly to the post he had driven
-into the creature's neck.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_099.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"WE WILL MAKE A DASH TO LIBERTY OR TO DEATH."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding
-the palace, were knocked over by the Saw-Horse's
-mad rush. Others ran screaming out of the way,
-and only one or two jabbed their knitting-needles
-frantically at the escaping prisoners. Tip got one
-small prick in his left arm, which smarted for an
-hour afterward; but the needles had no effect upon
-the Scarecrow or Jack Pumpkinhead, who never
-even suspected they were being prodded.</p>
-
-<p>As for the Saw-Horse, he made a wonderful
-record, upsetting a fruit cart, overturning several
-meek looking men, and finally bowling over the
-new Guardian of the Gate&mdash;a fussy little fat woman
-appointed by General Jinjur.</p>
-
-<p>Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once
-outside the walls of the Emerald City he dashed
-along the road to the West with fast and violent
-leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and
-filled the Scarecrow with wonder.</p>
-
-<p>Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so
-he devoted every effort to holding, with both hands,
-his pumpkin head upon its stick, enduring meantime
-the dreadful jolting with the courage of a
-philosopher.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_101.jpg" width="400" height="531" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>THE WOODEN STEED GAVE ONE FINAL LEAP.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the
-Scarecrow. "My straw is all shaking down into
-my legs."</p>
-
-<p>But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse
-continued his wild career unchecked and with
-unabated speed.</p>
-
-<p>Presently they came to the banks of a wide river,
-and without a pause the wooden steed gave one
-final leap and launched them all in mid-air.</p>
-
-<p>A second later they were rolling, splashing and
-bobbing about in the water, the horse struggling
-frantically to find a rest for its feet and its riders
-being first plunged beneath the rapid current and
-then floating upon the surface like corks.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_102.jpg" width="420" height="351" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_JOURNEY_TO_TIN" id="THE_JOURNEY_TO_TIN"></a>
-<img src="images/i_103.jpg" width="560" height="357" alt="The Journey to the Tin Woodman" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Tip was well soaked and dripping water from
-every angle of his body; but he managed to lean
-forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse:</p>
-
-<p>"Keep still, you fool! Keep still!"</p>
-
-<p>The horse at once ceased struggling and floated
-calmly upon the surface, its wooden body being as
-buoyant as a raft.</p>
-
-<p>"What does that word 'fool' mean?" enquired
-the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"It is a term of reproach," answered Tip, somewhat
-ashamed of the expression. "I only use it
-when I am angry."</p>
-
-<p>"Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool,
-in return," said the horse. "For I did not make<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
-the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of
-reproach is fit for one who becomes angry with me
-for falling into the water."</p>
-
-<p>"That is quite evident," replied Tip; "so I will
-acknowledge myself in the wrong." Then he called
-out to the Pumpkinhead: "are you all right, Jack?"</p>
-
-<p>There was no reply. So the boy called to the
-King: "are you all right, your majesty?"</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow groaned.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak
-voice. "How very wet this water is!"</p>
-
-<p>Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he
-could not turn his head to look at his companions;
-so he said to the Saw-Horse:</p>
-
-<p>"Paddle with your legs toward the shore."</p>
-
-<p>The horse obeyed, and although their progress
-was slow they finally reached the opposite river
-bank at a place where it was low enough to enable
-the creature to scramble upon dry land.</p>
-
-<p>With some difficulty the boy managed to get his
-knife out of his pocket and cut the cords that
-bound the riders to one another and to the wooden
-horse. He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground
-with a mushy sound, and then he himself quickly
-dismounted and looked at his friend Jack.</p>
-
-<p>The wooden body, with its gorgeous clothing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
-still sat upright upon the horse's back; but the
-pumpkin head was gone, and only the sharpened
-stick that served for a neck was visible. As for the
-Scarecrow, the straw in his body had shaken down
-with the jolting and packed itself into his legs and
-the lower part of his body&mdash;which appeared very
-plump and round while his upper half seemed like
-an empty sack. Upon his head the Scarecrow still
-wore the heavy crown, which had been sewed on to
-prevent his losing it; but the head was now so damp
-and limp that the weight of the gold and jewels
-sagged forward and crushed the painted face into a
-mass of wrinkles that made him look exactly like a
-Japanese pug dog.</p>
-
-<p>Tip would have laughed&mdash;had he not been so
-anxious about his man Jack. But the Scarecrow,
-however damaged, was all there, while the pumpkin
-head that was so necessary to Jack's existence was
-missing; so the boy seized a long pole that fortunately
-lay near at hand and anxiously turned again
-toward the river.</p>
-
-<p>Far out upon the waters he sighted the golden
-hue of the pumpkin, which gently bobbed up and
-down with the motion of the waves. At that moment
-it was quite out of Tip's reach, but after a
-time it floated nearer and still nearer until the boy
-was able to reach it with his pole and draw it to the
-shore. Then he brought it to the top of the bank,
-carefully wiped the water from its pumpkin face with
-his handkerchief, and ran with it to Jack and replaced
-the head upon the man's neck.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_106.jpg" width="400" height="528" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>TIP RESCUES JACK'S PUMPKIN HEAD.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Dear me!" were Jack's first words. "What a
-dreadful experience! I wonder if water is liable to
-spoil pumpkins?"</p>
-
-<p>Tip did not think a reply was necessary, for he
-knew that the Scarecrow also stood in need of his
-help. So he carefully removed the straw from the
-King's body and legs, and spread it out in the sun
-to dry. The wet clothing he hung over the body
-of the Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"If water spoils pumpkins," observed Jack, with
-a deep sigh, "then my days are numbered."</p>
-
-<p>"I've never noticed that water spoils pumpkins,"
-returned Tip; "unless the water happens to be boiling.
-If your head isn't cracked, my friend, you
-must be in fairly good condition."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, my head isn't cracked in the least," declared
-Jack, more cheerfully.</p>
-
-<p>"Then don't worry," retorted the boy. "Care
-once killed a cat."</p>
-
-<p>"Then," said Jack, seriously, "I am very glad indeed
-that I am not a cat."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The sun was fast drying their clothing, and Tip
-stirred up his Majesty's straw so that the warm rays
-might absorb the moisture and make it as crisp and
-dry as ever. When this had been accomplished he
-stuffed the Scarecrow into symmetrical shape and
-smoothed out his face so that he wore his usual gay
-and charming expression.</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you very much," said the monarch,
-brightly, as he walked about and found himself to
-be well balanced. "There are several distinct advantages
-in being a Scarecrow. For if one has
-friends near at hand to repair damages, nothing
-very serious can happen to you."</p>
-
-<p>"I wonder if hot sunshine is liable to crack
-pumpkins," said Jack, with an anxious ring in his voice.</p>
-
-<p>"Not at all&mdash;not at all!" replied the Scarecrow,
-gaily. "All you need fear, my boy, is old age. When
-your golden youth has decayed we shall quickly
-part company&mdash;but you needn't look forward to
-it; we'll discover the fact ourselves, and notify you.
-But come! Let us resume our journey. I am anxious
-to greet my friend the Tin Woodman."</p>
-
-<p>So they remounted the Saw-Horse, Tip holding
-to the post, the Pumpkinhead clinging to Tip, and
-the Scarecrow with both arms around the wooden
-form of Jack.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_109.jpg" width="400" height="528" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>TIP STUFFS THE SCARECROW WITH DRY STRAW.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Go slowly, for now there is no danger of pursuit,"
-said Tip to his steed.</p>
-
-<p>"All right!" responded the creature, in a voice
-rather gruff.</p>
-
-<p>"Aren't you a little hoarse?" asked the Pumpkinhead,
-politely.</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse gave an angry prance and rolled
-one knotty eye backward toward Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"See here," he growled, "can't you protect me
-from insult?"</p>
-
-<p>"To be sure!" answered Tip, soothingly. "I am
-sure Jack meant no harm. And it will not do for
-us to quarrel, you know; we must all remain good
-friends."</p>
-
-<p>"I'll have nothing more to do with that Pumpkinhead,"
-declared the Saw-Horse, viciously; "he
-loses his head too easily to suit me."</p>
-
-<p>There seemed no fitting reply to this speech, so
-for a time they rode along in silence.</p>
-
-<p>After a while the Scarecrow remarked:</p>
-
-<p>"This reminds me of old times. It was upon this
-grassy knoll that I once saved Dorothy from the
-Stinging Bees of the Wicked Witch of the West."</p>
-
-<p>"Do Stinging Bees injure pumpkins?" asked Jack,
-glancing around fearfully.</p>
-
-<p>"They are all dead, so it doesn't matter," replied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
-the Scarecrow. "And here is where Nick Chopper
-destroyed the Wicked Witch's Grey Wolves."</p>
-
-<p>"Who was Nick Chopper?" asked Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"That is the name of my friend the Tin Woodman,"
-answered his Majesty. "And here is where
-the Winged Monkeys captured and bound us, and
-flew away with little Dorothy," he continued, after
-they had traveled a little way farther.</p>
-
-<p>"Do Winged Monkeys ever eat pumpkins?"
-asked Jack, with a shiver of fear.</p>
-
-<p>"I do not know; but you have little cause to
-worry, for the Winged Monkeys are now the slaves
-of Glinda the Good, who owns the Golden Cap
-that commands their services," said the Scarecrow,
-reflectively.</p>
-
-<p>Then the stuffed monarch became lost in thought,
-recalling the days of past adventures. And the Saw-Horse
-rocked and rolled over the flower-strewn
-fields and carried its riders swiftly upon their way.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Twilight fell, bye and bye, and then the dark
-shadows of night. So Tip stopped the horse and
-they all proceeded to dismount.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm tired out," said the boy, yawning wearily;
-"and the grass is soft and cool. Let us lie down
-here and sleep until morning."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I can't sleep," said Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"I never do," said the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"I do not even know what sleep is," said the
-Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Still, we must have consideration for this poor
-boy, who is made of flesh and blood and bone, and
-gets tired," suggested the Scarecrow, in his usual
-thoughtful manner. "I remember it was the same
-way with little Dorothy. We always had to sit
-through the night while she slept."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm sorry," said Tip, meekly, "but I can't help
-it. And I'm dreadfully hungry, too!"</p>
-
-<p>"Here is a new danger!" remarked Jack, gloomily.
-"I hope you are not fond of eating pumpkins."</p>
-
-<p>"Not unless they're stewed and made into pies,"
-answered the boy, laughing. "So have no fears of
-me, friend Jack."</p>
-
-<p>"What a coward that Pumpkinhead is!" said the
-Saw-Horse, scornfully.</p>
-
-<p>"You might be a coward yourself, if you knew
-you were liable to spoil!" retorted Jack, angrily.</p>
-
-<p>"There!&mdash;there!" interrupted the Scarecrow;
-"don't let us quarrel. We all have our weaknesses,
-dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate of
-one another. And since this poor boy is hungry
-and has nothing whatever to eat, let us all remain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
-quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in
-sleep a mortal may forget even hunger."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you!" exclaimed Tip, gratefully. "Your
-Majesty is fully as good as you are wise&mdash;and that
-is saying a good deal!"</p>
-
-<p>He then stretched himself upon the grass and,
-using the stuffed form of the Scarecrow for a pillow,
-was presently fast asleep.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_113.jpg" width="450" height="407" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_114.jpg" width="250" height="427" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="A_NICKEL" id="A_NICKEL"></a>
-<img src="images/i_115.jpg" width="560" height="276" alt="A Nickel Plated Emperor" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Tip awoke soon after dawn, but the Scarecrow
-had already risen and plucked, with his clumsy fingers,
-a double-handful of ripe berries from some
-bushes near by. These the boy ate greedily, finding
-them an ample breakfast, and afterward the little
-party resumed its journey.</p>
-
-<p>After an hour's ride they reached the summit of a
-hill from whence they espied the City of the Winkies
-and noted the tall domes of the Emperor's palace
-rising from the clusters of more modest dwellings.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow became greatly animated at this
-sight, and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"How delighted I shall be to see my old friend
-the Tin Woodman again! I hope that he rules his
-people more successfully than I have ruled mine!"</p>
-
-<p>"Is the Tin Woodman the Emperor of the
-Winkies?" asked the horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, indeed. They invited him to rule over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
-them soon after the Wicked Witch was destroyed;
-and as Nick Chopper has the best heart in all the
-world I am sure he has proved an excellent and
-able emperor."</p>
-
-<p>"I thought that 'Emperor' was the title of a person
-who rules an empire," said Tip, "and the Country
-of the Winkies is only a Kingdom."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't mention that to the Tin Woodman!"
-exclaimed the Scarecrow, earnestly. "You would
-hurt his feelings terribly. He is a proud man, as
-he has every reason to be, and it pleases him to be
-termed Emperor rather than King."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm sure it makes no difference to me," replied
-the boy.</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse now ambled forward at a pace
-so fast that its riders had hard work to stick upon
-its back; so there was little further conversation
-until they drew up beside the palace steps.</p>
-
-<p>An aged Winkie, dressed in a uniform of silver
-cloth, came forward to assist them to alight. Said
-the Scarecrow to this personage:</p>
-
-<p>"Show us at once to your master, the Emperor."</p>
-
-<p>The man looked from one to another of the
-party in an embarrassed way, and finally answered:</p>
-
-<p>"I fear I must ask you to wait for a time. The
-Emperor is not receiving this morning."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"How is that?" enquired the Scarecrow, anxiously.
-"I hope nothing has happened to him."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no; nothing serious," returned the man.
-"But this is his Majesty's day for being polished,
-and just now his august presence is thickly smeared
-with putz-pomade."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, I see!" cried the Scarecrow, greatly reassured.
-"My friend was ever inclined to be a dandy,
-and I suppose he is now more proud than ever of
-his personal appearance."</p>
-
-<p>"He is, indeed," said the man, with a polite bow.
-"Our mighty Emperor has lately caused himself to
-be nickel-plated."</p>
-
-<p>"Good Gracious!" the Scarecrow exclaimed at
-hearing this. "If his wit bears the same polish,
-how sparkling it must be! But show us in&mdash;I'm
-sure the Emperor will receive us, even in his present
-state."</p>
-
-<p>"The Emperor's state is always magnificent,"
-said the man. "But I will venture to tell him of
-your arrival, and will receive his commands concerning
-you."</p>
-
-<p>So the party followed the servant into a splendid
-ante-room, and the Saw-Horse ambled awkwardly
-after them, having no knowledge that a horse might
-be expected to remain outside.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The travelers were at first somewhat awed by
-their surroundings, and even the Scarecrow seemed
-impressed as he examined the rich hangings of silver
-cloth caught up into knots and fastened with tiny
-silver axes. Upon a handsome center-table stood
-a large silver oil-can, richly engraved with scenes
-from the past adventures of the Tin Woodman,
-Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow:
-the lines of the engraving being traced upon the
-silver in yellow gold. On the walls hung several
-portraits, that of the Scarecrow seeming to be the
-most prominent and carefully executed, while a
-large painting of the famous Wizard of Oz, in the
-act of presenting the Tin Woodman with a heart,
-covered almost one entire end of the room.</p>
-
-<p>While the visitors gazed at these things in silent
-admiration they suddenly heard a loud voice in the
-next room exclaim:</p>
-
-<p>"Well! well! well! What a great surprise!"</p>
-
-<p>And then the door burst open and Nick Chopper
-rushed into their midst and caught the Scarecrow
-in a close and loving embrace that creased him into
-many folds and wrinkles.</p>
-
-<p>"My dear old friend! My noble comrade!"
-cried the Tin Woodman, joyfully; "how delighted
-I am to meet you once again!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_119.jpg" width="400" height="504" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>CAUGHT THE SCARECROW IN A CLOSE AND LOVING EMBRACE.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>And then he released the Scarecrow and held him
-at arms' length while he surveyed the beloved,
-painted features.</p>
-
-<p>But, alas! the face of the Scarecrow and many
-portions of his body bore great blotches of putz-pomade;
-for the Tin Woodman, in his eagerness to
-welcome his friend, had quite forgotten the condition
-of his toilet and had rubbed the thick coating
-of paste from his own body to that of his comrade.</p>
-
-<p>"Dear me!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully. "What
-a mess I'm in!"</p>
-
-<p>"Never mind, my friend," returned the Tin Woodman,
-"I'll send you to my Imperial Laundry, and
-you'll come out as good as new."</p>
-
-<p>"Won't I be mangled?" asked the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"No, indeed!" was the reply. "But tell me, how
-came your Majesty here? and who are your companions?"</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow, with great politeness, introduced
-Tip and Jack Pumpkinhead, and the latter personage
-seemed to interest the Tin Woodman greatly.</p>
-
-<p>"You are not very substantial, I must admit,"
-said the Emperor; "but you are certainly unusual,
-and therefore worthy to become a member of our
-select society."</p>
-
-<p>"I thank your Majesty," said Jack, humbly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_121.jpg" width="482" height="300" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"I hope you are enjoying good health?" continued
-the Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"At present, yes;" replied the Pumpkinhead, with
-a sigh; "but I am in constant terror of the day when
-I shall spoil."</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense!" said the Emperor&mdash;but in a kindly,
-sympathetic tone. "Do not, I beg of you, dampen
-today's sun with the showers of tomorrow. For
-before your head has time to spoil you can have it
-canned, and in that way it may be preserved indefinitely."</p>
-
-<p>Tip, during this conversation, was looking at
-the Woodman with undisguised amazement, and
-noticed that the celebrated Emperor of the Winkies
-was composed entirely of pieces of tin, neatly soldered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
-and riveted together into the form of a man.
-He rattled and clanked a little, as he moved, but
-in the main he seemed to be most cleverly constructed,
-and his appearance was only marred by
-the thick coating of polishing-paste that covered
-him from head to foot.</p>
-
-<p>The boy's intent gaze caused the Tin Woodman
-to remember that he was not in the most presentable
-condition, so he begged his friends to excuse
-him while he retired to his private apartment and
-allowed his servants to polish him. This was accomplished
-in a short time, and when the Emperor returned
-his nickel-plated body shone so magnificently
-that the Scarecrow heartily congratulated him on
-his improved appearance.</p>
-
-<p>"That nickel-plate was, I confess, a happy
-thought," said Nick; "and it was the more necessary
-because I had become somewhat scratched during
-my adventurous experiences. You will observe
-this engraved star upon my left breast. It not only
-indicates where my excellent heart lies, but covers
-very neatly the patch made by the Wonderful Wizard
-when he placed that valued organ in my breast
-with his own skillful hands."</p>
-
-<p>"Is your heart, then, a hand-organ?" asked the
-Pumpkinhead, curiously.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"By no means," responded the Emperor, with
-dignity. "It is, I am convinced, a strictly orthodox
-heart, although somewhat larger and warmer than
-most people possess."</p>
-
-<p>Then he turned to the Scarecrow and asked:</p>
-
-<p>"Are your subjects happy and contented, my
-dear friend?"</p>
-
-<p>"I cannot say," was the reply; "for the girls of Oz
-have risen in revolt and driven me out of the Emerald
-City."</p>
-
-<p>"Great Goodness!" cried the Tin Woodman.
-"What a calamity! They surely do not complain
-of your wise and gracious rule?"</p>
-
-<p>"No; but they say it is a poor rule that don't
-work both ways," answered the Scarecrow; "and
-these females are also of the opinion that men have
-ruled the land long enough. So they have captured
-my city, robbed the treasury of all its jewels, and
-are running things to suit themselves."</p>
-
-<p>"Dear me! What an extraordinary idea!" cried
-the Emperor, who was both shocked and surprised.</p>
-
-<p>"And I heard some of them say," said Tip, "that
-they intend to march here and capture the castle
-and city of the Tin Woodman."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! we must not give them time to do that,"
-said the Emperor, quickly; "we will go at once and
-recapture the Emerald City and place the Scarecrow
-again upon his throne."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_124.jpg" width="400" height="521" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>RENOVATING HIS MAJESTY, THE SCARECROW.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I was sure you would help me," remarked the
-Scarecrow in a pleased voice. "How large an army
-can you assemble?"</p>
-
-<p>"We do not need an army," replied the Woodman.
-"We four, with the aid of my gleaming axe, are
-enough to strike terror into the hearts of the rebels."</p>
-
-<p>"We five," corrected the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Five?" repeated the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; the Saw-Horse is brave and fearless," answered
-Jack, forgetting his recent quarrel with the
-quadruped.</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman looked around him in a puzzled
-way, for the Saw-Horse had until now remained
-quietly standing in a corner, where the Emperor had
-not noticed him. Tip immediately called the odd-looking
-creature to them, and it approached so
-awkwardly that it nearly upset the beautiful center-table
-and the engraved oil-can.</p>
-
-<p>"I begin to think," remarked the Tin Woodman
-as he looked earnestly at the Saw-Horse, "that wonders
-will never cease! How came this creature alive?"</p>
-
-<p>"I did it with a magic powder," modestly asserted
-the boy; "and the Saw-Horse has been very useful
-to us."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"He enabled us to escape the rebels," added the
-Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Then we must surely accept him as a comrade,"
-declared the Emperor. "A live Saw-Horse is a distinct
-novelty, and should prove an interesting study.
-Does he know anything?"</p>
-
-<p>"Well, I cannot claim any great experience in
-life," the Saw-Horse answered for himself; "but I
-seem to learn very quickly, and often it occurs to
-me that I know more than any of those around me."</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps you do," said the Emperor; "for experience
-does not always mean wisdom. But time is
-precious just now, so let us quickly make preparations
-to start upon our journey."</p>
-
-<p>The Emperor called his Lord High Chancellor
-and instructed him how to run the kingdom during
-his absence. Meanwhile the Scarecrow was taken
-apart and the painted sack that served him for a
-head was carefully laundered and restuffed with the
-brains originally given him by the great Wizard.
-His clothes were also cleaned and pressed by the
-Imperial tailors, and his crown polished and again
-sewed upon his head, for the Tin Woodman insisted
-he should not renounce this badge of royalty. The
-Scarecrow now presented a very respectable appearance,
-and although in no way addicted to vanity he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>
-was quite pleased with himself and strutted a trifle
-as he walked. While this was being done Tip
-mended the wooden limbs of Jack Pumpkinhead
-and made them stronger than before, and the Saw-Horse
-was also inspected to see if he was in good
-working order.</p>
-
-<p>Then bright and early the next morning they set
-out upon the return journey to the Emerald City,
-the Tin Woodman bearing upon his shoulder a
-gleaming axe and leading the way, while the Pumpkinhead
-rode upon the Saw-Horse and Tip and the
-Scarecrow walked upon either side to make sure
-that he didn't fall off or become damaged.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_127.jpg" width="350" height="349" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
-<img src="images/i_128.jpg" width="250" height="429" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129"></a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="MR_H_M_WOGGLE" id="MR_H_M_WOGGLE"></a>
-<img src="images/i_129.jpg" width="560" height="363" alt="Mr H M Woggle Bug T E" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Now, General Jinjur&mdash;who, you will remember,
-commanded the Army of Revolt&mdash;was rendered
-very uneasy by the escape of the Scarecrow from
-the Emerald City. She feared, and with good reason,
-that if his Majesty and the Tin Woodman joined
-forces, it would mean danger to her and her entire
-army; for the people of Oz had not yet forgotten
-the deeds of these famous heroes, who had passed
-successfully through so many startling adventures.</p>
-
-<p>So Jinjur sent post-haste for old Mombi, the
-witch, and promised her large rewards if she would
-come to the assistance of the rebel army.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi was furious at the trick Tip had played
-upon her, as well as at his escape and the theft of
-the precious Powder of Life; so she needed no urging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
-to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to
-assist Jinjur in defeating the Scarecrow and the Tin
-Woodman, who had made Tip one of their friends.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace
-than she discovered, by means of her secret magic,
-that the adventurers were starting upon their journey
-to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small
-room high up in a tower and locked herself in while
-she practised such arts as she could command to
-prevent the return of the Scarecrow and his companions.</p>
-
-<p>That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Something very curious has happened. I ought
-to know by heart every step of this journey, and
-yet I fear we have already lost our way."</p>
-
-<p>"That is quite impossible!" protested the Scarecrow.
-"Why do you think, my dear friend, that we
-have gone astray?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers&mdash;and
-I never saw this field before in all my
-life."</p>
-
-<p>At these words they all looked around, only to
-find that they were indeed surrounded by a field of
-tall stalks, every stalk bearing at its top a gigantic
-sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
-blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but
-each one whirled around upon its stalk like a miniature
-wind-mill, completely dazzling the vision of
-the beholders and so mystifying them that they
-knew not which way to turn.</p>
-
-<p>"It's witchcraft!" exclaimed Tip.</p>
-
-<p>While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the
-Tin Woodman uttered a cry of impatience and advanced
-with swinging axe to cut down the stalks
-before him. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped
-their rapid whirling, and the travelers plainly saw a
-girl's face appear in the center of each flower. These
-lovely faces looked upon the astonished band with
-mocking smiles, and then burst into a chorus of
-merry laughter at the dismay their appearance caused.</p>
-
-<p>"Stop! stop!" cried Tip, seizing the Woodman's
-arm; "they're alive! they're girls!"</p>
-
-<p>At that moment the flowers began whirling again,
-and the faces faded away and were lost in the rapid
-revolutions.</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat
-down upon the ground.</p>
-
-<p>"It would be heartless to chop down those pretty
-creatures," said he, despondently; "and yet I do not
-know how else we can proceed upon our way."</p>
-
-<p>"They looked to me strangely like the faces of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
-the Army of Revolt," mused the Scarecrow. "But
-I cannot conceive how the girls could have followed
-us here so quickly."</p>
-
-<p>"I believe it's magic," said Tip, positively, "and
-that someone is playing a trick upon us. I've known
-old Mombi do things like that before. Probably
-it's nothing more than an illusion, and there are no
-sunflowers here at all."</p>
-
-<p>"Then let us shut our eyes and walk forward,"
-suggested the Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"Excuse me," replied the Scarecrow. "My eyes
-are not painted to shut. Because you happen to
-have tin eyelids, you must not imagine we are all
-built in the same way."</p>
-
-<p>"And the eyes of the Saw-Horse are knot eyes,"
-said Jack, leaning forward to examine them.</p>
-
-<p>"Nevertheless, you must ride quickly forward,"
-commanded Tip, "and we will follow after you and
-so try to escape. My eyes are already so dazzled
-that I can scarcely see."</p>
-
-<p>So the Pumpkinhead rode boldly forward, and
-Tip grasped the stub tail of the Saw-Horse and followed
-with closed eyes. The Scarecrow and the
-Tin Woodman brought up the rear, and before they
-had gone many yards a joyful shout from Jack announced
-that the way was clear before them.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Then all paused to look backward, but not a
-trace of the field of sunflowers remained.</p>
-
-<p>More cheerfully, now, they proceeded upon their
-journey; but old Mombi had so changed the appearance
-of the landscape that they would surely
-have been lost had not the Scarecrow wisely concluded
-to take their direction from the sun. For
-no witchcraft could change the course of the sun,
-and it was therefore a safe guide.</p>
-
-<p>However, other difficulties lay before them. The
-Saw-Horse stepped into a rabbit hole and fell to the
-ground. The Pumpkinhead was pitched high into
-the air, and his history would probably have ended
-at that exact moment had not the Tin Woodman
-skillfully caught the pumpkin as it descended and
-saved it from injury.</p>
-
-<p>Tip soon had it fitted to the neck again and replaced
-Jack upon his feet. But the Saw-Horse did
-not escape so easily. For when his leg was pulled
-from the rabbit hole it was found to be broken
-short off, and must be replaced or repaired before
-he could go a step farther.</p>
-
-<p>"This is quite serious," said the Tin Woodman.
-"If there were trees near by I might soon manufacture
-another leg for this animal; but I cannot see
-even a shrub for miles around."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_134.jpg" width="432" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>THE TIN WOODMAN SKILLFULLY CAUGHT THE PUMPKIN</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And there are neither fences nor houses in this
-part of the land of Oz," added the Scarecrow, disconsolately.</p>
-
-<p>"Then what shall we do?" enquired the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"I suppose I must start my brains working," replied
-his Majesty the Scarecrow; "for experience has
-taught me that I can do anything if I but take time
-to think it out."</p>
-
-<p>"Let us all think," said Tip; "and perhaps we
-shall find a way to repair the Saw-Horse."</p>
-
-<p>So they sat in a row upon the grass and began to
-think, while the Saw-Horse occupied itself by gazing
-curiously upon its broken limb.</p>
-
-<p>"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a
-soft, sympathetic voice.</p>
-
-<p>"Not in the least," returned the Saw-Horse; "but
-my pride is injured to find that my anatomy is so
-brittle."</p>
-
-<p>For a time the little group remained in silent
-thought. Presently the Tin Woodman raised his
-head and looked over the fields.</p>
-
-<p>"What sort of creature is that which approaches
-us?" he asked, wonderingly.</p>
-
-<p>The others followed his gaze, and discovered
-coming toward them the most extraordinary object
-they had ever beheld. It advanced quickly and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>
-noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes
-stood before the adventurers and regarded them
-with an astonishment equal to their own.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow was calm under all circumstances.</p>
-
-<p>"Good morning!" he said, politely.</p>
-
-<p>The stranger removed his hat with a flourish,
-bowed very low, and then responded:</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_136.jpg" width="520" height="206" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Good morning, one and all. I hope you are,
-as an aggregation, enjoying excellent health. Permit
-me to present my card."</p>
-
-<p>With this courteous speech it extended a card
-toward the Scarecrow, who accepted it, turned it
-over and over, and then handed it with a shake of
-his head to Tip.</p>
-
-<p>The boy read aloud:</p>
-
-<p class="center">"MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Dear me!" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring
-somewhat intently.</p>
-
-<p>"How very peculiar!" said the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the
-Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.</p>
-
-<p>"Are you really a Woggle-Bug?" enquired the
-Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Most certainly, my dear sir!" answered the
-stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"</p>
-
-<p>"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what
-'H. M.' stands for?"</p>
-
-<p>"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the
-Woggle-Bug, proudly.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger
-critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"</p>
-
-<p>"Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a
-gentleman of judgment and discernment. Does it
-not occur to you that I am several thousand times
-greater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before?
-Therefore it is plainly evident that I am Highly
-Magnified, and there is no good reason why you
-should doubt the fact."</p>
-
-<p>"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My
-brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered.
-Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the
-'T. E.' at the end of your name stands for?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Those letters express my degree," answered the
-Woggle-Bug, with a condescending smile. "To be
-more explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly
-Educated."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh!" said the Scarecrow, much relieved.</p>
-
-<p>Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful
-personage. What he saw was a great, round, bug-like
-body supported upon two slender legs which
-ended in delicate feet&mdash;the toes curling upward.
-The body of the Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and
-judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening
-dark brown color upon the back, while the
-front was striped with alternate bands of light brown
-and white, blending together at the edges. Its arms
-were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather
-long neck was perched its head&mdash;not unlike the
-head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling
-antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper
-points bore antenn� that decorated the sides of its
-head like two miniature, curling pig tails. It must
-be admitted that the round, black eyes were rather
-bulging in appearance; but the expression upon the
-Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant.</p>
-
-<p>For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallow-tail
-coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in
-the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>
-tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of
-fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt
-buckles; and, perched upon its small head, was
-jauntily set a tall silk hat.</p>
-
-<p>Standing upright before our amazed friends the
-Woggle-Bug appeared to be fully as tall as the Tin
-Woodman; and surely no bug in all the Land of
-Oz had ever before attained so enormous a size.</p>
-
-<p>"I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt
-appearance has caused me surprise, and no doubt
-has startled my companions. I hope, however, that
-this circumstance will not distress you. We shall
-probably get used to you in time."</p>
-
-<p>"Do not apologize, I beg of you!" returned the
-Woggle-Bug, earnestly. "It affords me great pleasure
-to surprise people; for surely I cannot be classed
-with ordinary insects and am entitled to both curiosity
-and admiration from those I meet."</p>
-
-<p>"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.</p>
-
-<p>"If you will permit me to seat myself in your
-august company," continued the stranger, "I will
-gladly relate my history, so that you will be better
-able to comprehend my unusual&mdash;may I say remarkable?&mdash;appearance."</p>
-
-<p>"You may say what you please," answered the
-Tin Woodman, briefly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass,
-facing the little group of wanderers, and told them
-the following story:</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_140.jpg" width="400" height="408" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="A_HIGHLY_MAGNIFIED_HISTORY" id="A_HIGHLY_MAGNIFIED_HISTORY"></a>
-<img src="images/i_141.jpg" width="560" height="328" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>"It is but honest that I should acknowledge at
-the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary
-Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank
-and friendly tone. "Knowing no better, I used my
-arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled
-under the edges of stones or hid among the roots of
-grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects
-smaller than myself to feed upon.</p>
-
-<p>"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless,
-for I wore no clothing, but each morning the
-warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored
-me to activity. A horrible existence is this, but you
-must remember it is the regularly ordained existence
-of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures
-that inhabit the earth.</p>
-
-<p>"But Destiny had singled me out, humble though
-I was, for a grander fate! One day I crawled near<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
-to a country school house, and my curiosity being
-excited by the monotonous hum of the students
-within, I made bold to enter and creep along a
-crack between two boards until I reached the far
-end, where, in front of a hearth of glowing embers,
-sat the master at his desk.</p>
-
-<p>"No one noticed so small a creature as a Woggle-Bug,
-and when I found that the hearth was even
-warmer and more comfortable than the sunshine,
-I resolved to establish my future home beside it. So
-I found a charming nest between two bricks and hid
-myself therein for many, many months.</p>
-
-<p>"Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous
-scholar in the land of Oz, and after a few days I
-began to listen to the lectures and discourses he
-gave his pupils. Not one of them was more attentive
-than the humble, unnoticed Woggle-Bug, and
-I acquired in this way a fund of knowledge that I
-will myself confess is simply marvelous. That is why
-I place 'T. E.'&mdash;Thoroughly Educated&mdash;upon my
-cards; for my greatest pride lies in the fact that the
-world cannot produce another Woggle-Bug with a
-tenth part of my own culture and erudition."</p>
-
-<p>"I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education
-is a thing to be proud of. I'm educated
-myself. The mess of brains given me by the Great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
-Wizard is considered by my friends to be unexcelled."</p>
-
-<p>"Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman,
-"a good heart is, I believe, much more desirable
-than education or brains."</p>
-
-<p>"To me," said the Saw-Horse, "a good leg is
-more desirable than either."</p>
-
-<p>"Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?"
-enquired the Pumpkinhead, abruptly.</p>
-
-<p>"Keep quiet!" commanded Tip, sternly.</p>
-
-<p>"Very well, dear father," answered the obedient
-Jack.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug listened patiently&mdash;even respectfully&mdash;to
-these remarks, and then resumed his
-story.</p>
-
-<p>"I must have lived fully three years in that secluded
-school-house hearth," said he, "drinking
-thirstily of the ever-flowing fount of limpid knowledge
-before me."</p>
-
-<p>"Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow,
-nodding his head approvingly.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 223px;">
-<img src="images/i_143.jpg" width="223" height="200" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"Caught me between his thumb
-and forefinger."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>"But one day," continued
-the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance
-occurred that altered
-my very existence and
-brought me to my present
-pinnacle of greatness. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>
-Professor discovered me in the act of crawling across
-the hearth, and before I could escape he had caught
-me between his thumb and forefinger.</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a
-Woggle-Bug&mdash;a very rare and interesting specimen.
-Do any of you know what a Woggle-Bug is?'</p>
-
-<p>"'No!' yelled the scholars, in chorus.</p>
-
-<p>"'Then,' said the Professor, 'I will get out my
-famous magnifying-glass and throw the insect upon
-a screen in a highly-magnified condition, that you
-may all study carefully its peculiar construction and
-become acquainted with its habits and manner of life.'</p>
-
-<p>"He then brought from a cupboard a most curious
-instrument, and before I could realize what had
-happened I found myself thrown upon a screen in a
-highly-magnified state&mdash;even as you now behold me.</p>
-
-<p>"The students stood up on their stools and craned
-their heads forward to get a better view of me, and
-two little girls jumped upon the sill of an open
-window where they could see more plainly.</p>
-
-<p>"'Behold!' cried the Professor, in a loud voice,
-'this highly-magnified Woggle-Bug; one of the most
-curious insects in existence!'</p>
-
-<p>"Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what
-is required of a cultured gentleman, at this juncture
-I stood upright and, placing my hand upon my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
-bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being
-unexpected, must have startled them, for one of the
-little girls perched upon the window-sill gave a
-scream and fell backward out the window, drawing
-her companion with her as she disappeared.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_145.jpg" width="400" height="538" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"THE STUDENTS STOOD UP ON THEIR STOOLS."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed
-away through the door to see if the poor children
-were injured by the fall. The scholars followed
-after him in a wild mob, and I was left alone in the
-school-room, still in a Highly-Magnified state and
-free to do as I pleased.</p>
-
-<p>"It immediately occurred to me that this was a
-good opportunity to escape. I was proud of my
-great size, and realized that now I could safely
-travel anywhere in the world, while my superior
-culture would make me a fit associate for the most
-learned person I might chance to meet.</p>
-
-<p>"So, while the Professor picked the little girls&mdash;who
-were more frightened than hurt&mdash;off the
-ground, and the pupils clustered around him closely
-grouped, I calmly walked out of the school-house,
-turned a corner, and escaped unnoticed to a grove
-of trees that stood near."</p>
-
-<p>"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.</p>
-
-<p>"It was, indeed," agreed the Woggle-Bug. "I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>
-have never ceased to congratulate myself for escaping
-while I was Highly Magnified; for even my excessive
-knowledge would have proved of little use to
-me had I remained a tiny, insignificant insect."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_147.jpg" width="286" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"I didn't know before," said Tip, looking at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>
-Woggle-Bug with a puzzled expression, "that insects
-wore clothes."</p>
-
-<p>"Nor do they, in their natural state," returned
-the stranger. "But in the course of my wanderings
-I had the good fortune to save the ninth life of a
-tailor&mdash;tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as you
-probably know. The fellow was exceedingly grateful,
-for had he lost that ninth life it would have been
-the end of him; so he begged permission to furnish
-me with the stylish costume I now wear. It fits
-very nicely, does it not?" and the Woggle-Bug stood
-up and turned himself around slowly, that all might
-examine his person.</p>
-
-<p>"He must have been a good tailor," said the
-Scarecrow, somewhat enviously.</p>
-
-<p>"He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate," observed
-Nick Chopper.</p>
-
-<p>"But where were you going, when you met us?"
-Tip asked the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>"Nowhere in particular," was the reply, "although
-it is my intention soon to visit the Emerald City
-and arrange to give a course of lectures to select
-audiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification.'"</p>
-
-<p>"We are bound for the Emerald City now," said
-the Tin Woodman; "so, if it pleases you to do so,
-you are welcome to travel in our company."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug bowed with profound grace.</p>
-
-<p>"It will give me great pleasure," said he, "to
-accept your kind invitation; for nowhere in the Land
-of Oz could I hope to meet with so congenial a
-company."</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," acknowledged the Pumpkinhead.
-"We are quite as congenial as flies and honey."</p>
-
-<p>"But&mdash;pardon me if I seem inquisitive&mdash;are you
-not all rather&mdash;ahem!&mdash;rather unusual?" asked the
-Woggle-Bug, looking from one to another with unconcealed
-interest.</p>
-
-<p>"Not more so than yourself," answered the
-Scarecrow. "Everything in life is unusual until you
-get accustomed to it."</p>
-
-<p>"What rare philosophy!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug,
-admiringly.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; my brains are working well today," admitted
-the Scarecrow, an accent of pride in his voice.</p>
-
-<p>"Then, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed,
-let us bend our steps toward the Emerald City,"
-suggested the magnified one.</p>
-
-<p>"We can't," said Tip. "The Saw-Horse has
-broken a leg, so he can't bend his steps. And there
-is no wood around to make him a new limb from.
-And we can't leave the horse behind because the
-Pumpkinhead is so stiff in his joints that he has to ride."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"How very unfortunate!" cried the Woggle-Bug.
-Then he looked the party over carefully and said:</p>
-
-<p>"If the Pumpkinhead is to ride, why not use one
-of his legs to make a leg for the horse that carries
-him? I judge that both are made of wood."</p>
-
-<p>"Now, that is what I call real cleverness," said
-the Scarecrow, approvingly. "I wonder my brains
-did not think of that long ago! Get to work, my
-dear Nick, and fit the Pumpkinhead's leg to the
-Saw-Horse."</p>
-
-<p>Jack was not especially pleased with this idea;
-but he submitted to having his left leg amputated
-by the Tin Woodman and whittled down to fit the
-left leg of the Saw-Horse. Nor was the Saw-Horse
-especially pleased with the operation, either; for he
-growled a good deal about being "butchered," as he
-called it, and afterward declared that the new leg
-was a disgrace to a respectable Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"I beg you to be more careful in your speech,"
-said the Pumpkinhead, sharply. "Remember, if you
-please, that it is my leg you are abusing."</p>
-
-<p>"I cannot forget it," retorted the Saw-Horse,
-"for it is quite as flimsy as the rest of your person."</p>
-
-<p>"Flimsy! me flimsy!" cried Jack, in a rage. "How
-dare you call me flimsy?"</p>
-
-<p>"Because you are built as absurdly as a jumping-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>jack,"
-sneered the horse, rolling his knotty eyes in
-a vicious manner. "Even your head won't stay
-straight, and you never can tell whether you are
-looking backwards or forward!"</p>
-
-<p>"Friends, I entreat you not to quarrel!" pleaded
-the Tin Woodman, anxiously. "As a matter of fact,
-we are none of us above criticism; so let us bear
-with each others' faults."</p>
-
-<p>"An excellent suggestion," said the Woggle-Bug,
-approvingly. "You must have an excellent heart,
-my metallic friend."</p>
-
-<p>"I have," returned Nick, well pleased. "My
-heart is quite the best part of me. But now let us
-start upon our journey."</p>
-
-<p>They perched the one-legged Pumpkinhead upon
-the Saw-Horse, and tied him to his seat with cords,
-so that he could not possibly fall off.</p>
-
-<p>And then, following the lead of the Scarecrow,
-they all advanced in the direction of the Emerald
-City.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_151.jpg" width="450" height="354" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_152.jpg" width="252" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="OLD_MOMBI_INDULGES" id="OLD_MOMBI_INDULGES"></a>
-<img src="images/i_153.jpg" width="560" height="345" alt="Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>They soon discovered that the Saw-Horse limped,
-for his new leg was a trifle too long. So they were
-obliged to halt while the Tin Woodman chopped it
-down with his axe, after which the wooden steed
-paced along more comfortably. But the Saw-Horse
-was not entirely satisfied, even yet.</p>
-
-<p>"It was a shame that I broke my other leg!" it
-growled.</p>
-
-<p>"On the contrary," airily remarked the Woggle-Bug,
-who was walking alongside, "you should consider
-the accident most fortunate. For a horse is
-never of much use until he has been broken."</p>
-
-<p>"I beg your pardon," said Tip, rather provoked,
-for he felt a warm interest in both the Saw-Horse
-and his man Jack; "but permit me to say that your
-joke is a poor one, and as old as it is poor."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Still, it is a joke," declared the Woggle-Bug,
-firmly, "and a joke derived from a play upon words
-is considered among educated people to be eminently
-proper."</p>
-
-<p>"What does that mean?" enquired the Pumpkinhead,
-stupidly.</p>
-
-<p>"It means, my dear friend," explained the Woggle-Bug,
-"that our language contains many words
-having a double meaning; and that to pronounce a
-joke that allows both meanings of a certain word,
-proves the joker a person of culture and refinement,
-who has, moreover, a thorough command of the
-language."</p>
-
-<p>"I don't believe that," said Tip, plainly; "anybody
-can make a pun."</p>
-
-<p>"Not so," rejoined the Woggle-Bug, stiffly. "It
-requires education of a high order. Are you educated,
-young sir?"</p>
-
-<p>"Not especially," admitted Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Then you cannot judge the matter. I myself
-am Thoroughly Educated, and I say that puns display
-genius. For instance, were I to ride upon this
-Saw-Horse, he would not only be an animal&mdash;he
-would become an equipage. For he would then be
-a horse-and-buggy."</p>
-
-<p>At this the Scarecrow gave a gasp and the Tin<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>
-Woodman stopped short and looked reproachfully
-at the Woggle-Bug. At the same time the Saw-Horse
-loudly snorted his derision; and even the
-Pumpkinhead put up his hand to hide the smile
-which, because it was carved upon his face, he could
-not change to a frown.</p>
-
-<p>But the Woggle-Bug strutted along as if he had
-made some brilliant remark, and the Scarecrow was
-obliged to say:</p>
-
-<p>"I have heard, my dear friend, that a person can
-become over-educated; and although I have a high
-respect for brains, no matter how they may be arranged
-or classified, I begin to suspect that yours
-are slightly tangled. In any event, I must beg you
-to restrain your superior education while in our society."</p>
-
-<p>"We are not very particular," added the Tin
-Woodman; "and we are exceedingly kind hearted.
-But if your superior culture gets leaky again&mdash;"
-He did not complete the sentence, but he twirled
-his gleaming axe so carelessly that the Woggle-Bug
-looked frightened, and shrank away to a safe distance.</p>
-
-<p>The others marched on in silence, and the Highly-Magnified
-one, after a period of deep thought, said
-in an humble voice:</p>
-
-<p>"I will endeavor to restrain myself."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"That is all we can expect," returned the Scarecrow,
-pleasantly; and good nature being thus happily
-restored to the party, they proceeded upon their way.</p>
-
-<p>When they again stopped to allow Tip to rest&mdash;the
-boy being the only one that seemed to tire&mdash;the
-Tin Woodman noticed many small, round holes
-in the grassy meadow.</p>
-
-<p>"This must be a village of the Field Mice," he
-said to the Scarecrow. "I wonder if my old friend,
-the Queen of the Mice, is in this neighborhood."</p>
-
-<p>"If she is, she may be of great service to us,"
-answered the Scarecrow, who was impressed by a
-sudden thought. "See if you can call her, my dear Nick."</p>
-
-<p>So the Tin Woodman blew a shrill note upon a
-silver whistle that hung around his neck, and presently
-a tiny grey mouse popped from a near-by hole
-and advanced fearlessly toward them. For the Tin
-Woodman had once saved her life, and the Queen
-of the Field Mice knew he was to be trusted.</p>
-
-<p>"Good day, your Majesty," said Nick, politely
-addressing the mouse; "I trust you are enjoying
-good health?"</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, I am quite well," answered the
-Queen, demurely, as she sat up and displayed the
-tiny golden crown upon her head. "Can I do anything
-to assist my old friends?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You can, indeed," replied the Scarecrow, eagerly.
-"Let me, I intreat you, take a dozen of your subjects
-with me to the Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"Will they be injured in any way?" asked the
-Queen, doubtfully.</p>
-
-<p>"I think not," replied the Scarecrow. "I will
-carry them hidden in the straw which stuffs my
-body, and when I give them the signal by unbuttoning
-my jacket, they have only to rush out and
-scamper home again as fast as they can. By doing
-this they will assist me to regain my throne, which
-the Army of Revolt has taken from me."</p>
-
-<p>"In that case," said the Queen, "I will not refuse
-your request. Whenever you are ready, I will
-call twelve of my most intelligent subjects."</p>
-
-<p>"I am ready now," returned the Scarecrow. Then
-he lay flat upon the ground and unbuttoned his
-jacket, displaying the mass of straw with which he
-was stuffed.</p>
-
-<p>The Queen uttered a little piping call, and in an
-instant a dozen pretty field mice had emerged from
-their holes and stood before their ruler, awaiting her
-orders.</p>
-
-<p>What the Queen said to them none of our travelers
-could understand, for it was in the mouse language;
-but the field mice obeyed without hesitation,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
-running one after the other to the Scarecrow and
-hiding themselves in the straw of his breast.</p>
-
-<p>When all of the twelve mice had thus concealed
-themselves, the Scarecrow buttoned his jacket securely
-and then arose and thanked the Queen for
-her kindness.</p>
-
-<p>"One thing more you might do to serve us," suggested
-the Tin Woodman; "and that is to run ahead
-and show us the way to the Emerald City. For
-some enemy is evidently trying to prevent us from
-reaching it."</p>
-
-<p>"I will do that gladly," returned the Queen. "Are
-you ready?"</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman looked at Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm rested," said the boy. "Let us start."</p>
-
-<p>Then they resumed their journey, the little grey
-Queen of the Field Mice running swiftly ahead and
-then pausing until the travelers drew near, when
-away she would dart again.</p>
-
-<p>Without this unerring guide the Scarecrow and
-his comrades might never have gained the Emerald
-City; for many were the obstacles thrown in their
-way by the arts of old Mombi. Yet not one of the
-obstacles really existed&mdash;all were cleverly contrived
-deceptions. For when they came to the banks of
-a rushing river that threatened to bar their way the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
-little Queen kept steadily on, passing through the
-seeming flood in safety; and our travelers followed
-her without encountering a single drop of water.</p>
-
-<p>Again, a high wall of granite towered high above
-their heads and opposed their advance. But the
-grey Field Mouse walked straight through it, and
-the others did the same, the wall melting into mist
-as they passed it.</p>
-
-<p>Afterward, when they had stopped for a moment
-to allow Tip to rest, they saw forty roads branching
-off from their feet in forty different directions; and
-soon these forty roads began whirling around like
-a mighty wheel, first in one direction and then in
-the other, completely bewildering their vision.</p>
-
-<p>But the Queen called for them to follow her and
-darted off in a straight line; and when they had
-gone a few paces the whirling pathways vanished
-and were seen no more.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi's last trick was most fearful of all. She
-sent a sheet of crackling flame rushing over the
-meadow to consume them; and for the first time
-the Scarecrow became afraid and turned to fly.</p>
-
-<p>"If that fire reaches me I will be gone in no
-time!" said he, trembling until his straw rattled.
-"It's the most dangerous thing I ever encountered."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm off, too!" cried the Saw-Horse, turning and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
-prancing with agitation; "for my wood is so dry it
-would burn like kindlings."</p>
-
-<p>"Is fire dangerous to pumpkins?" asked Jack,
-fearfully.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_160.jpg" width="520" height="360" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"You'll be baked like a tart&mdash;and so will I!"
-answered the Woggle-Bug, getting down on all fours
-so he could run the faster.</p>
-
-<p>But the Tin Woodman, having no fear of fire,
-averted the stampede by a few sensible words.</p>
-
-<p>"Look at the Field Mouse!" he shouted. "The
-fire does not burn her in the least. In fact, it is no
-fire at all, but only a deception."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Indeed, to watch the little Queen march calmly
-through the advancing flames restored courage to
-every member of the party, and they followed her
-without being even scorched.</p>
-
-<p>"This is surely a most extraordinary adventure,"
-said the Woggle-Bug, who was greatly amazed; "for
-it upsets all the Natural Laws that I heard Professor
-Nowitall teach in the school-house."</p>
-
-<p>"Of course it does," said the Scarecrow, wisely.
-"All magic is unnatural, and for that reason is to be
-feared and avoided. But I see before us the gates
-of the Emerald City, so I imagine we have now
-overcome all the magical obstacles that seemed to
-oppose us."</p>
-
-<p>Indeed, the walls of the City were plainly visible,
-and the Queen of the Field Mice, who had guided
-them so faithfully, came near to bid them good-bye.</p>
-
-<p>"We are very grateful to your Majesty for your
-kind assistance," said the Tin Woodman, bowing
-before the pretty creature.</p>
-
-<p>"I am always pleased to be of service to my
-friends," answered the Queen, and in a flash she had
-darted away upon her journey home.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_162.jpg" width="300" height="353" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_PRISONERS" id="THE_PRISONERS"></a>
-<img src="images/i_163.jpg" width="560" height="346" alt="The Prisoners of the Queen" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Approaching the gateway of the Emerald City
-the travelers found it guarded by two girls of the
-Army of Revolt, who opposed their entrance by
-drawing the knitting-needles from their hair and
-threatening to prod the first that came near.</p>
-
-<p>But the Tin Woodman was not afraid.</p>
-
-<p>"At the worst they can but scratch my beautiful
-nickel-plate," he said. "But there will be no 'worst,'
-for I think I can manage to frighten these absurd
-soldiers very easily. Follow me closely, all of you!"</p>
-
-<p>Then, swinging his axe in a great circle to right
-and left before him, he advanced upon the gate, and
-the others followed him without hesitation.</p>
-
-<p>The girls, who had expected no resistance whatever,
-were terrified by the sweep of the glittering
-axe and fled screaming into the city; so that our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>
-travelers passed the gates in safety and marched down
-the green marble pavement of the wide street toward
-the royal palace.</p>
-
-<p>"At this rate we will soon have your Majesty
-upon the throne again," said the Tin Woodman,
-laughing at his easy conquest of the guards.</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, friend Nick," returned the Scarecrow,
-gratefully. "Nothing can resist your kind
-heart and your sharp axe."</p>
-
-<p>As they passed the rows of houses they saw
-through the open doors that men were sweeping
-and dusting and washing dishes, while the women
-sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.</p>
-
-<p>"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a
-sad-looking man with a bushy beard, who wore an
-apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along the
-sidewalk.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty&mdash;as
-you ought to know very well," replied the man;
-"and since you went away the women have been
-running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you
-have decided to come back and restore order, for
-doing housework and minding the children is wearing
-out the strength of every man in the Emerald
-City."</p>
-
-<p>"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
-is such hard work as you say, how did the women
-manage it so easily?"</p>
-
-<p>"I really do not know," replied the man, with a
-deep sigh. "Perhaps the women are made of cast-iron."</p>
-
-<p>No movement was made, as they passed along
-the street, to oppose their progress. Several of the
-women stopped their gossip long enough to cast
-curious looks upon our friends, but immediately they
-would turn away with a laugh or a sneer and resume
-their chatter. And when they met with several
-girls belonging to the Army of Revolt, those soldiers,
-instead of being alarmed or appearing surprised,
-merely stepped out of the way and allowed them
-to advance without protest.</p>
-
-<p>This action rendered the Scarecrow uneasy.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm afraid we are walking into a trap," said he.</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense!" returned Nick Chopper, confidently;
-"the silly creatures are conquered already!"</p>
-
-<p>But the Scarecrow shook his head in a way that
-expressed doubt, and Tip said:</p>
-
-<p>"It's too easy, altogether. Look out for trouble
-ahead."</p>
-
-<p>"I will," returned his Majesty.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_166.jpg" width="400" height="528" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"IT'S TOO EASY, ALTOGETHER."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Unopposed they reached the royal palace and
-marched up the marble steps, which had once been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>
-thickly encrusted with emeralds but were now filled
-with tiny holes where the jewels had been ruthlessly
-torn from their settings by the Army of Revolt. And
-so far not a rebel barred their way.</p>
-
-<p>Through the arched hallways and into the magnificent
-throne room marched the Tin Woodman
-and his followers, and here, when the green silken
-curtains fell behind them, they saw a curious sight.</p>
-
-<p>Seated within the glittering throne was General
-Jinjur, with the Scarecrow's second-best crown upon
-her head, and the royal sceptre in her right hand.
-A box of caramels, from which she was eating, rested
-in her lap, and the girl seemed entirely at ease in
-her royal surroundings.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow stepped forward and confronted
-her, while the Tin Woodman leaned upon his axe
-and the others formed a half-circle back of his
-Majesty's person.</p>
-
-<p>"How dare you sit in my throne?" demanded
-the Scarecrow, sternly eyeing the intruder. "Don't
-you know you are guilty of treason, and that there
-is a law against treason?"</p>
-
-<p>"The throne belongs to whoever is able to take
-it," answered Jinjur, as she slowly ate another caramel.
-"I have taken it, as you see; so just now I
-am the Queen, and all who oppose me are guilty of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>
-treason, and must be punished by the law you have
-just mentioned."</p>
-
-<p>This view of the case puzzled the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"How is it, friend Nick?" he asked, turning to
-the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, when it comes to Law, I have nothing to
-say," answered that personage; "for laws were never
-meant to be understood, and it is foolish to make
-the attempt."</p>
-
-<p>"Then what shall we do?" asked the Scarecrow,
-in dismay.</p>
-
-<p>"Why don't you marry the Queen? And then
-you can both rule," suggested the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>Jinjur glared at the insect fiercely.</p>
-
-<p>"Why don't you send her back to her mother,
-where she belongs?" asked Jack Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>Jinjur frowned.</p>
-
-<p>"Why don't you shut her up in a closet until she
-behaves herself, and promises to be good?" enquired
-Tip. Jinjur's lip curled scornfully.</p>
-
-<p>"Or give her a good shaking!" added the Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"No," said the Tin Woodman, "we must treat
-the poor girl with gentleness. Let us give her all
-the jewels she can carry, and send her away happy
-and contented."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>At this Queen Jinjur laughed aloud, and the next
-minute clapped her pretty hands together thrice, as
-if for a signal.</p>
-
-<p>"You are very absurd creatures," said she; "but
-I am tired of your nonsense and have no time to
-bother with you longer."</p>
-
-<p>While the monarch and his friends listened in
-amazement to this impudent speech, a startling thing
-happened. The Tin Woodman's axe was snatched
-from his grasp by some person behind him, and he
-found himself disarmed and helpless. At the same
-instant a shout of laughter rang in the ears of the devoted
-band, and turning to see whence this came they
-found themselves surrounded by the Army of Revolt,
-the girls bearing in either hand their glistening knitting-needles.
-The entire throne room seemed to
-be filled with the rebels, and the Scarecrow and his
-comrades realized that they were prisoners.</p>
-
-<p>"You see how foolish it is to oppose a woman's
-wit," said Jinjur, gaily; "and this event only proves
-that I am more fit to rule the Emerald City than
-a Scarecrow. I bear you no ill will, I assure you;
-but lest you should prove troublesome to me in the
-future I shall order you all to be destroyed. That
-is, all except the boy, who belongs to old Mombi
-and must be restored to her keeping. The rest of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>
-you are not human, and therefore it will not be
-wicked to demolish you. The Saw-Horse and the
-Pumpkinhead's body I will have chopped up for
-kindling-wood; and the pumpkin shall be made into
-tarts. The Scarecrow will do nicely to start a bonfire,
-and the tin man can be cut into small pieces and fed
-to the goats. As for this immense Woggle-Bug&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Highly Magnified, if you please!" interrupted
-the insect.</p>
-
-<p>"I think I will ask the cook to make green-turtle
-soup of you," continued the Queen, reflectively.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug shuddered.</p>
-
-<p>"Or, if that won't do, we might use you for a
-Hungarian goulash, stewed and highly spiced," she
-added, cruelly.</p>
-
-<p>This programme of extermination was so terrible
-that the prisoners looked upon one another in a
-panic of fear. The Scarecrow alone did not give
-way to despair. He stood quietly before the Queen
-and his brow was wrinkled in deep thought as he
-strove to find some means to escape.</p>
-
-<p>While thus engaged he felt the straw within his
-breast move gently. At once his expression changed
-from sadness to joy, and raising his hand he quickly
-unbuttoned the front of his jacket.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 286px;">
-<img src="images/i_171.jpg" width="286" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd
-of girls clustering about him, but none of them suspected
-what he was doing until a tiny grey mouse
-leaped from his bosom to the floor and scampered
-away between the feet of the Army of Revolt.
-Another mouse quickly followed; then another and
-another, in rapid succession. And suddenly such a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>
-scream of terror went up from the Army that it
-might easily have filled the stoutest heart with consternation.
-The flight that ensued turned to a stampede,
-and the stampede to a panic.</p>
-
-<p>For while the startled mice rushed wildly about
-the room the Scarecrow had only time to note a
-whirl of skirts and a twinkling of feet as the girls
-disappeared from the palace&mdash;pushing and crowding
-one another in their mad efforts to escape.</p>
-
-<p>The Queen, at the first alarm, stood up on the
-cushions of the throne and began to dance frantically
-upon her tiptoes. Then a mouse ran up the
-cushions, and with a terrified leap poor Jinjur shot
-clear over the head of the Scarecrow and escaped
-through an archway&mdash;never pausing in her wild
-career until she had reached the city gates.</p>
-
-<p>So, in less time than I can explain, the throne
-room was deserted by all save the Scarecrow and
-his friends, and the Woggle-Bug heaved a deep sigh
-of relief as he exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"Thank goodness, we are saved!"</p>
-
-<p>"For a time, yes;" answered the Tin Woodman.
-"But the enemy will soon return, I fear."</p>
-
-<p>"Let us bar all the entrances to the palace!"
-said the Scarecrow. "Then we shall have time to
-think what is best to be done."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So all except Jack Pumpkinhead, who was still
-tied fast to the Saw-Horse, ran to the various entrances
-of the royal palace and closed the heavy
-doors, bolting and locking them securely. Then,
-knowing that the Army of Revolt could not batter
-down the barriers in several days, the adventurers
-gathered once more in the throne room for a council
-of war.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_173.jpg" width="283" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_174.jpg" width="400" height="283" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_SCARECROW_TAKES_TIME" id="THE_SCARECROW_TAKES_TIME"></a>
-<img src="images/i_175.jpg" width="560" height="327" alt="The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>"It seems to me," began the Scarecrow, when all
-were again assembled in the throne room, "that the
-girl Jinjur is quite right in claiming to be Queen.
-And if she is right, then I am wrong, and we have
-no business to be occupying her palace."</p>
-
-<p>"But you were the King until she came," said
-the Woggle-Bug, strutting up and down with his
-hands in his pockets; "so it appears to me that she
-is the interloper instead of you."</p>
-
-<p>"Especially as we have just conquered her and
-put her to flight," added the Pumpkinhead, as he
-raised his hands to turn his face toward the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Have we really conquered her?" asked the Scarecrow,
-quietly. "Look out of the window, and tell
-me what you see."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Tip ran to the window and looked out.</p>
-
-<p>"The palace is surrounded by a double row of
-girl soldiers," he announced.</p>
-
-<p>"I thought so," returned the Scarecrow. "We
-are as truly their prisoners as we were before the
-mice frightened them from the palace."</p>
-
-<p>"My friend is right," said Nick Chopper, who had
-been polishing his breast with a bit of chamois-leather.
-"Jinjur is still the Queen, and we are her
-prisoners."</p>
-
-<p>"But I hope she cannot get at us," exclaimed the
-Pumpkinhead, with a shiver of fear. "She threatened
-to make tarts of me, you know."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't worry," said the Tin Woodman. "It cannot
-matter greatly. If you stay shut up here you
-will spoil in time, anyway. A good tart is far more
-admirable than a decayed intellect."</p>
-
-<p>"Very true," agreed the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, dear!" moaned Jack; "what an unhappy lot
-is mine! Why, dear father, did you not make me
-out of tin&mdash;or even out of straw&mdash;so that I would
-keep indefinitely."</p>
-
-<p>"Shucks!" returned Tip, indignantly. "You ought
-to be glad that I made you at all." Then he added,
-reflectively, "everything has to come to an end,
-some time."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"But I beg to remind you," broke in the Woggle-Bug,
-who had a distressed look in his bulging, round
-eyes, "that this terrible Queen Jinjur suggested
-making a goulash of me&mdash;Me! the only Highly
-Magnified and Thoroughly Educated Woggle-Bug
-in the wide, wide world!"</p>
-
-<p>"I think it was a brilliant idea," remarked the
-Scarecrow, approvingly.</p>
-
-<p>"Don't you imagine he would make a better
-soup?" asked the Tin Woodman, turning toward
-his friend.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, perhaps," acknowledged the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug groaned.</p>
-
-<p>"I can see, in my mind's eye," said he, mournfully,
-"the goats eating small pieces of my dear
-comrade, the Tin Woodman, while my soup is being
-cooked on a bonfire built of the Saw-Horse and
-Jack Pumpkinhead's body, and Queen Jinjur watches
-me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend
-the Scarecrow!"</p>
-
-<p>This morbid picture cast a gloom over the entire
-party, making them restless and anxious.</p>
-
-<p>"It can't happen for some time," said the Tin
-Woodman, trying to speak cheerfully; "for we shall
-be able to keep Jinjur out of the palace until she
-manages to break down the doors."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And in the meantime I am liable to starve to
-death, and so is the Woggle-Bug," announced Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"As for me," said the Woggle-Bug, "I think that
-I could live for some time on Jack Pumpkinhead.
-Not that I prefer pumpkins for food; but I believe
-they are somewhat nutritious, and Jack's head is
-large and plump."</p>
-
-<p>"How heartless!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman,
-greatly shocked. "Are we cannibals, let me ask?
-Or are we faithful friends?"</p>
-
-<p>"I see very clearly that we cannot stay shut up in
-this palace," said the Scarecrow, with decision. "So
-let us end this mournful talk and try to discover a
-means to escape."</p>
-
-<p>At this suggestion they all gathered eagerly around
-the throne, wherein was seated the Scarecrow, and as
-Tip sat down upon a stool there fell from his pocket
-a pepper-box, which rolled upon the floor.</p>
-
-<p>"What is this?" asked Nick Chopper, picking up
-the box.</p>
-
-<p>"Be careful!" cried the boy. "That's my Powder
-of Life. Don't spill it, for it is nearly gone."</p>
-
-<p>"And what is the Powder of Life?" enquired the
-Scarecrow, as Tip replaced the box carefully in his
-pocket.</p>
-
-<p>"It's some magical stuff old Mombi got from a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
-crooked sorcerer," explained the boy. "She brought
-Jack to life with it, and afterward I used it to bring
-the Saw-Horse to life. I guess it will make anything
-live that is sprinkled with it; but there's only about
-one dose left."</p>
-
-<p>"Then it is very precious," said the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed it is," agreed the Scarecrow. "It may
-prove our best means of escape from our difficulties.
-I believe I will think for a few minutes; so I will
-thank you, friend Tip, to get out your knife and rip
-this heavy crown from my forehead."</p>
-
-<p>Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the
-crown to the Scarecrow's
-head, and the
-former monarch of
-the Emerald City removed
-it with a sigh
-of relief and hung it
-on a peg beside the
-throne.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 258px;">
-<img src="images/i_179.jpg" width="258" height="300" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"That is my last
-memento of royalty,"
-said he; "and
-I'm glad to get rid
-of it. The former
-King of this City,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
-who was named Pastoria, lost the crown to the
-Wonderful Wizard, who passed it on to me. Now
-the girl Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will
-not give her a headache."</p>
-
-<p>"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said
-the Tin Woodman, nodding approvingly.</p>
-
-<p>"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued
-the Scarecrow, lying back in the throne.</p>
-
-<p>The others remained as silent and still as possible,
-so as not to disturb him; for all had great confidence
-in the extraordinary brains of the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>And, after what seemed a very long time indeed
-to the anxious watchers, the thinker sat up, looked
-upon his friends with his most whimsical expression,
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>"My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite
-proud of them. Now, listen! If we attempt to
-escape through the doors of the palace we shall
-surely be captured. And, as we can't escape through
-the ground, there is only one other thing to be done.
-We must escape through the air!"</p>
-
-<p>He paused to note the effect of these words; but
-all his hearers seemed puzzled and unconvinced.</p>
-
-<p>"The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon,"
-he continued. "We don't know how to make a
-balloon, of course; but any sort of thing that can<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
-fly through the air can carry us easily. So I suggest
-that my friend the Tin Woodman, who is a skillful
-mechanic, shall build some sort of a machine, with
-good strong wings, to carry us; and our friend Tip
-can then bring the Thing to life with his magical
-powder."</p>
-
-<p>"Bravo!" cried Nick Chopper.</p>
-
-<p>"What splendid brains!"
-murmured Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"Really quite clever!"
-said the Educated Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 242px;">
-<img src="images/i_181.jpg" width="242" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"I believe it can be
-done," declared Tip; "that
-is, if the Tin Woodman
-is equal to making the
-Thing."</p>
-
-<p>"I'll do my best," said
-Nick, cheerily; "and, as a
-matter of fact, I do not
-often fail in what I attempt.
-But the Thing will
-have to be built on the
-roof of the palace, so it
-can rise comfortably into
-the air."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"To be sure," said the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Then let us search through the palace," continued
-the Tin Woodman, "and carry all the material
-we can find to the roof, where I will begin my
-work."</p>
-
-<p>"First, however," said the Pumpkinhead, "I beg
-you will release me from this horse, and make me
-another leg to walk with. For in my present condition
-I am of no use to myself or to anyone else."</p>
-
-<p>So the Tin Woodman knocked a mahogany center-table
-to pieces with his axe and fitted one of the
-legs, which was beautifully carved, on to the body
-of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was very proud of the
-acquisition.</p>
-
-<p>"It seems strange," said he, as he watched the
-Tin Woodman work, "that my left leg should be
-the most elegant and substantial part of me."</p>
-
-<p>"That proves you are unusual," returned the
-Scarecrow; "and I am convinced that the only people
-worthy of consideration in this world are the
-unusual ones. For the common folks are like the
-leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed."</p>
-
-<p>"Spoken like a philosopher!" cried the Woggle-Bug,
-as he assisted the Tin Woodman to set Jack
-upon his feet.</p>
-
-<p>"How do you feel now?" asked Tip, watching<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
-the Pumpkinhead stump around to try his new leg.</p>
-
-<p>"As good as new," answered Jack, joyfully, "and
-quite ready to assist you all to escape."</p>
-
-<p>"Then let us get to work," said the Scarecrow, in
-a business-like tone.</p>
-
-<p>So, glad to be doing anything that might lead to
-the end of their captivity, the friends separated to
-wander over the palace in search of fitting material
-to use in the construction of their aerial machine.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;">
-<img src="images/i_183.jpg" width="520" height="134" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_184.jpg" width="332" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_ASTONISHING_FLIGHT" id="THE_ASTONISHING_FLIGHT"></a>
-<img src="images/i_185.jpg" width="560" height="447" alt="The Astonishing Flight of the Gump" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>When the adventurers reassembled upon the roof
-it was found that a remarkably queer assortment of
-articles had been selected by the various members of
-the party. No one seemed to have a very clear idea
-of what was required, but all had brought something.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug had taken from its position over
-the mantle-piece in the great hallway the head of a
-Gump, which was adorned with wide-spreading antlers;
-and this, with great care and greater difficulty,
-the insect had carried up the stairs to the roof. This
-Gump resembled an Elk's head, only the nose turned
-upward in a saucy manner and there were whiskers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>
-upon its chin, like those of a billy-goat. Why the
-Woggle-Bug selected this article he could not have
-explained, except that it had aroused his curiosity.</p>
-
-<p>Tip, with the aid of the Saw-Horse, had brought
-a large, upholstered sofa to the roof. It was an old-fashioned
-piece of furniture, with high back and ends,
-and it was so heavy that even by resting the greatest
-weight upon the back of the Saw-Horse, the boy found
-himself out of breath when at last the clumsy sofa
-was dumped upon the roof.</p>
-
-<p>The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which
-was the first thing he saw. The Scarecrow arrived
-with a coil of clotheslines and ropes which he had
-taken from the courtyard, and in his trip up the stairs
-he had become so entangled in the loose ends of the
-ropes that both he and his burden tumbled in a heap
-upon the roof and might have rolled off if Tip had
-not rescued him.</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman appeared last. He also had
-been to the courtyard, where he had cut four great,
-spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was the
-pride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.</p>
-
-<p>"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing
-what his friend had done; "you have been
-guilty of the greatest crime any person can commit
-in the Emerald City. If I remember rightly, the
-penalty for chopping leaves from the royal palm-tree
-is to be killed seven times and afterward imprisoned
-for life."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_187.jpg" width="383" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>ALL BROUGHT SOMETHING TO THE ROOF.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"It cannot be helped now," answered the Tin
-Woodman, throwing down the big leaves upon the
-roof. "But it may be one more reason why it is
-necessary for us to escape. And now let us see
-what you have found for me to work with."</p>
-
-<p>Many were the doubtful looks cast upon the heap
-of miscellaneous material that now cluttered the roof,
-and finally the Scarecrow shook his head and remarked:</p>
-
-<p>"Well, if friend Nick can manufacture, from this
-mess of rubbish, a Thing that will fly through the
-air and carry us to safety, then I will acknowledge
-him to be a better mechanic than I suspected."</p>
-
-<p>But the Tin Woodman seemed at first by no
-means sure of his powers, and only after polishing
-his forehead vigorously with the chamois-leather did
-he resolve to undertake the task.</p>
-
-<p>"The first thing required for the machine," said
-he, "is a body big enough to carry the entire party.
-This sofa is the biggest thing we have, and might be
-used for a body. But, should the machine ever tip
-sideways, we would all slide off and fall to the
-ground."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Why not use two sofas?" asked Tip. "There's
-another one just like this down stairs."</p>
-
-<p>"That is a very sensible suggestion," exclaimed
-the Tin Woodman. "You must fetch the other
-sofa at once."</p>
-
-<p>So Tip and the Saw-Horse managed, with much
-labor, to get the second sofa to the roof; and when
-the two were placed together, edge to edge, the
-backs and ends formed a protecting rampart all
-around the seats.</p>
-
-<p>"Excellent!" cried the Scarecrow. "We can ride
-within this snug nest quite at our ease."</p>
-
-<p>The two sofas were now bound firmly together
-with ropes and clotheslines, and then Nick Chopper
-fastened the Gump's head to one end.</p>
-
-<p>"That will show which is the front end of the
-Thing," said he, greatly pleased with the idea. "And,
-really, if you examine it critically, the Gump looks
-very well as a figure-head. These great palm-leaves,
-for which I have endangered my life seven times,
-must serve us as wings."</p>
-
-<p>"Are they strong enough?" asked the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"They are as strong as anything we can get,"
-answered the Woodman; "and although they are
-not in proportion to the Thing's body, we are not
-in a position to be very particular."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So he fastened the palm-leaves to the sofas, two
-on each side.</p>
-
-<p>Said the Woggle-Bug, with considerable admiration:</p>
-
-<p>"The Thing is now complete, and only needs to
-be brought to life."</p>
-
-<p>"Stop a moment!" exclaimed Jack. "Are you
-not going to use my broom?"</p>
-
-<p>"What for?" asked the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, it can be fastened to the back end for a
-tail," answered the Pumpkinhead. "Surely you
-would not call the Thing complete without a tail."</p>
-
-<p>"Hm!" said the Tin Woodman; "I do not see
-the use of a tail. We are not trying to copy a beast,
-or a fish, or a bird. All we ask of the Thing is to
-carry us through the air."</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps, after the Thing is brought to life, it can
-use a tail to steer with," suggested the Scarecrow.
-"For if it flies through the air it will not be unlike
-a bird, and I've noticed that all birds have tails, which
-they use for a rudder while flying."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well," answered Nick, "the broom shall be
-used for a tail," and he fastened it firmly to the back
-end of the sofa body.</p>
-
-<p>Tip took the pepper-box from his pocket.</p>
-
-<p>"The Thing looks very big," said he, anxiously;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>
-"and I am not sure there is enough powder left to bring
-all of it to life. But I'll make it go as far as possible."</p>
-
-<p>"Put most on the wings," said Nick Chopper;
-"for they must be made as strong as possible."</p>
-
-<p>"And don't forget the head!" exclaimed the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>"Or the tail!" added Jack Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Do be quiet," said Tip, nervously; "you must
-give me a chance to work the magic charm in the
-proper manner."</p>
-
-<p>Very carefully he began sprinkling the Thing with
-the precious powder. Each of the four wings was
-first lightly covered with a layer; then the sofas were
-sprinkled, and the broom given a slight coating.</p>
-
-<p>"The head! The head! Don't, I beg of you, forget
-the head!" cried the Woggle-Bug, excitedly.</p>
-
-<p>"There's only a little of the powder left," announced
-Tip, looking within the box. "And it
-seems to me it is more important to bring the legs
-of the sofas to life than the head."</p>
-
-<p>"Not so," decided the Scarecrow. "Every thing
-must have a head to direct it; and since this creature
-is to fly, and not walk, it is really unimportant
-whether its legs are alive or not."</p>
-
-<p>So Tip abided by this decision and sprinkled the
-Gump's head with the remainder of the powder.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Now," said he, "keep silence while I work the
-charm!"</p>
-
-<p>Having heard old Mombi pronounce the magic
-words, and having also succeeded in bringing the
-Saw-Horse to life, Tip did not hesitate an instant
-in speaking the three cabalistic words, each accompanied
-by the peculiar gesture of the hands.</p>
-
-<p>It was a grave and impressive ceremony.</p>
-
-<p>As he finished the incantation the Thing shuddered
-throughout its huge bulk, the Gump gave the
-screeching cry that is familiar to those animals, and
-then the four wings began
-flopping furiously.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 273px;">
-<img src="images/i_192.jpg" width="273" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Tip managed to grasp
-a chimney, else he would
-have been blown off the
-roof by the terrible breeze
-raised by the wings. The
-Scarecrow, being light
-in weight, was caught up
-bodily and borne through
-the air until Tip luckily
-seized him by one leg and
-held him fast. The Woggle-Bug
-lay flat upon the
-roof and so escaped harm,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>
-and the Tin Woodman, whose weight of tin anchored
-him firmly, threw both arms around Jack
-Pumpkinhead and managed to save him. The Saw-Horse
-toppled over upon his back and lay with his
-legs waving helplessly above him.</p>
-
-<p>And now, while all were struggling to recover
-themselves, the Thing rose slowly from the roof and
-mounted into the air.</p>
-
-<p>"Here! Come back!" cried Tip, in a frightened
-voice, as he clung to the chimney with one hand
-and the Scarecrow with the other. "Come back at
-once, I command you!"</p>
-
-<p>It was now that the wisdom of the Scarecrow, in
-bringing the head of the Thing to life instead of
-the legs, was proved beyond a doubt. For the
-Gump, already high in the air, turned its head at
-Tip's command and gradually circled around until
-it could view the roof of the palace.</p>
-
-<p>"Come back!" shouted the boy, again.</p>
-
-<p>And the Gump obeyed, slowly and gracefully
-waving its four wings in the air until the Thing had
-settled once more upon the roof and become still.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;">
-<img src="images/i_194.jpg" width="276" height="420" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"COME BACK!"</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="IN_THE_JACKDAWS_NEST" id="IN_THE_JACKDAWS_NEST"></a>
-<img src="images/i_195.jpg" width="560" height="299" alt="In the Jackdaws' Nest" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>"This," said the Gump, in a squeaky voice not
-at all proportioned to the size of its great body, "is
-the most novel experience I ever heard of. The
-last thing I remember distinctly is walking through
-the forest and hearing a loud noise. Something
-probably killed me then, and it certainly ought to
-have been the end of me. Yet here I am, alive
-again, with four monstrous wings and a body which
-I venture to say would make any respectable animal
-or fowl weep with shame to own. What does it all
-mean? Am I a Gump, or am I a juggernaut?"
-The creature, as it spoke, wiggled its chin whiskers
-in a very comical manner.</p>
-
-<p>"You're just a Thing," answered Tip, "with a
-Gump's head on it. And we have made you and
-brought you to life so that you may carry us through
-the air wherever we wish to go."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Very good!" said the Thing. "As I am not a
-Gump, I cannot have a Gump's pride or independent
-spirit. So I may as well become your servant
-as anything else. My only satisfaction is that I do
-not seem to have a very strong constitution, and am
-not likely to live long in a state of slavery."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't say that, I beg of you!" cried the Tin
-Woodman, whose excellent heart was strongly affected
-by this sad speech. "Are you not feeling well
-today?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, as for that," returned the Gump, "it is my
-first day of existence; so I cannot judge whether I
-am feeling well or ill." And it waved its broom
-tail to and fro in a pensive manner.</p>
-
-<p>"Come, come!" said the Scarecrow, kindly; "do try
-to be more cheerful and take life as you find it. We
-shall be kind masters, and will strive to render your
-existence as pleasant as possible. Are you willing to
-carry us through the air wherever we wish to go?"</p>
-
-<p>"Certainly," answered the Gump. "I greatly
-prefer to navigate the air. For should I travel on
-the earth and meet with one of my own species, my
-embarrassment would be something awful!"</p>
-
-<p>"I can appreciate that," said the Tin Woodman,
-sympathetically.</p>
-
-<p>"And yet," continued the Thing, "when I carefully<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
-look you over, my masters, none of you seems to be
-constructed much more artistically than I am."</p>
-
-<p>"Appearances are deceitful," said the Woggle-Bug,
-earnestly. "I am both Highly Magnified and
-Thoroughly Educated."</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed!" murmured the Gump, indifferently.</p>
-
-<p>"And my brains are considered remarkably rare
-specimens," added the Scarecrow, proudly.</p>
-
-<p>"How strange!" remarked the Gump.</p>
-
-<p>"Although I am of tin," said the Woodman, "I
-own a heart altogether the warmest and most admirable
-in the whole world."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm delighted to hear it," replied the Gump, with
-a slight cough.</p>
-
-<p>"My smile," said Jack Pumpkinhead, "is worthy
-your best attention. It is always the same."</p>
-
-<p>"<em>Semper idem</em>," explained the Woggle-Bug, pompously;
-and the Gump turned to stare at him.</p>
-
-<p>"And I," declared the Saw-Horse, filling in an
-awkward pause, "am only remarkable because I can't
-help it."</p>
-
-<p>"I am proud, indeed, to meet with such exceptional
-masters," said the Gump, in a careless tone.
-"If I could but secure so complete an introduction
-to myself, I would be more than satisfied."</p>
-
-<p>"That will come in time," remarked the Scare<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>crow.
-"To 'Know Thyself' is considered quite an
-accomplishment, which it has taken us, who are your
-elders, months to perfect. But now," he added,
-turning to the others, "let us get aboard and start
-upon our journey."</p>
-
-<p>"Where shall we go?" asked Tip, as he clambered
-to a seat on the sofas and assisted the Pumpkinhead
-to follow him.</p>
-
-<p>"In the South Country rules a very delightful
-Queen called Glinda the Good, who I am sure will
-gladly receive us," said the Scarecrow, getting into
-the Thing clumsily. "Let us go to her and ask her
-advice."</p>
-
-<p>"That is cleverly thought of," declared Nick
-Chopper, giving the Woggle-Bug a boost and then
-toppling the Saw-Horse into the rear end of the
-cushioned seats. "I know Glinda the Good, and
-believe she will prove a friend indeed."</p>
-
-<p>"Are we all ready?" asked the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," announced the Tin Woodman, seating
-himself beside the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Then," said Tip, addressing the Gump, "be kind
-enough to fly with us to the Southward; and do not
-go higher than to escape the houses and trees, for it
-makes me dizzy to be up so far."</p>
-
-<p>"All right," answered the Gump, briefly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It flopped its four huge wings and rose slowly into
-the air; and then, while our little band of adventurers
-clung to the backs and sides of the sofas for support,
-the Gump turned toward the South and soared
-swiftly and majestically away.</p>
-
-<p>"The scenic effect, from this altitude, is marvelous,"
-commented the educated Woggle-Bug, as they
-rode along.</p>
-
-<p>"Never mind the scenery," said the Scarecrow.
-"Hold on tight, or you may get a tumble. The
-Thing seems to rock badly."</p>
-
-<p>"It will be dark soon," said Tip, observing that
-the sun was low on the horizon. "Perhaps we should
-have waited until morning. I wonder if the Gump
-can fly in the night."</p>
-
-<p>"I've been wondering that myself," returned the
-Gump, quietly. "You see, this is a new experience
-to me. I used to have legs that carried me swiftly
-over the ground. But now my legs feel as if they
-were asleep."</p>
-
-<p>"They are," said Tip. "We didn't bring 'em to life."</p>
-
-<p>"You're expected to fly," explained the Scarecrow;
-"not to walk."</p>
-
-<p>"We can walk ourselves," said the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>"I begin to understand what is required of me,"
-remarked the Gump; "so I will do my best to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
-please you," and he flew on for a time in silence.</p>
-
-<p>Presently Jack Pumpkinhead became uneasy.</p>
-
-<p>"I wonder if riding through the air is liable to
-spoil pumpkins," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"Not unless you carelessly drop your head over
-the side," answered the Woggle-Bug. "In that event
-your head would no longer be a pumpkin, for it
-would become a squash."</p>
-
-<p>"Have I not asked you to restrain these unfeeling
-jokes?" demanded Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug
-with a severe expression.</p>
-
-<p>"You have; and I've restrained a good many of
-them," replied the insect. "But there are opportunities
-for so many excellent puns in our language that, to
-an educated person like myself, the temptation to
-express them is almost irresistible."</p>
-
-<p>"People with more or less education discovered
-those puns centuries ago," said Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Are you sure?" asked the Woggle-Bug, with a
-startled look.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course I am," answered the boy. "An educated
-Woggle-Bug may be a new thing; but a Woggle-Bug
-education is as old as the hills, judging from
-the display you make of it."</p>
-
-<p>The insect seemed much impressed by this
-remark, and for a time maintained a meek silence.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow, in shifting his seat, saw upon the
-cushions the pepper-box which Tip had cast aside,
-and began to examine it.</p>
-
-<p>"Throw it overboard," said the boy; "it's quite
-empty now, and there's no use keeping it."</p>
-
-<p>"Is it really empty?" asked the Scarecrow, looking
-curiously into the box.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course it is," answered Tip. "I shook out
-every grain of the powder."</p>
-
-<p>"Then the box has two bottoms," announced the
-Scarecrow; "for the bottom on the inside is fully
-an inch away from the bottom on the outside."</p>
-
-<p>"Let me see," said the Tin Woodman, taking the
-box from his friend. "Yes," he declared, after looking
-it over, "the thing certainly has a false bottom.
-Now, I wonder what that is for?"</p>
-
-<p>"Can't you get it apart, and find out?" enquired
-Tip, now quite interested in the mystery.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, yes; the lower bottom unscrews," said the
-Tin Woodman. "My fingers are rather stiff; please
-see if you can open it."</p>
-
-<p>He handed the pepper-box to Tip, who had no
-difficulty in unscrewing the bottom. And in the
-cavity below were three silver pills, with a carefully
-folded paper lying underneath them.</p>
-
-<p>This paper the boy proceeded to unfold, taking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
-care not to spill the pills, and found several lines
-clearly written in red ink.</p>
-
-<p>"Read it aloud," said the Scarecrow; so Tip read
-as follows:</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p class="p1d">"DR. NIKIDIK'S CELEBRATED WISHING PILLS.</p>
-
-<p>"<em>Directions for Use</em>: Swallow one pill; count seventeen by twos; then make a Wish.&mdash;The
-Wish will immediately be granted.</p>
-
-<p class="center">"CAUTION: Keep in a Dry and Dark Place."</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>"Why, this is a very valuable discovery!" cried
-the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"It is, indeed," replied Tip, gravely. "These pills
-may be of great use to us. I wonder if old Mombi
-knew they were in the bottom of the pepper-box.
-I remember hearing her say that she got the Powder
-of Life from this same Nikidik."</p>
-
-<p>"He must be a powerful Sorcerer!" exclaimed
-the Tin Woodman; "and since the powder proved
-a success we ought to have confidence in the pills."</p>
-
-<p>"But how," asked the Scarecrow, "can anyone
-count seventeen by twos? Seventeen is an odd
-number.</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," replied Tip, greatly disappointed.
-"No one can possibly count seventeen by twos."</p>
-
-<p>"Then the pills are of no use to us," wailed the
-Pumpkinhead; "and this fact overwhelms me with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
-grief. For I had intended wishing that my head
-would never spoil."</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense!" said the Scarecrow, sharply. "If
-we could use the pills at all we would make far better
-wishes than that."</p>
-
-<p>"I do not see how anything could be better,"
-protested poor Jack. "If you were liable to spoil
-at any time you could understand my anxiety."</p>
-
-<p>"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I sympathize
-with you in every respect. But since we
-cannot count seventeen by twos, sympathy is all you
-are liable to get."</p>
-
-<p>By this time it had become quite dark, and
-the voyagers found above them a cloudy sky,
-through which the rays of the moon could not
-penetrate.</p>
-
-<p>The Gump flew steadily on, and for some reason
-the huge sofa-body rocked more and more dizzily
-every hour.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug declared he was sea-sick; and
-Tip was also pale and somewhat distressed. But the
-others clung to the backs of the sofas and did not
-seem to mind the motion as long as they were not
-tipped out.</p>
-
-<p>Darker and darker grew the night, and on and on
-sped the Gump through the black heavens. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
-travelers could not even see one another, and an
-oppressive silence settled down upon them.</p>
-
-<p>After a long time Tip, who had been thinking
-deeply, spoke.</p>
-
-<p>"How are we to know when we come to the palace
-of Glinda the Good?" he asked.</p>
-
-<p>"It's a long way to Glinda's palace," answered the
-Woodman; "I've traveled it."</p>
-
-<p>"But how are we to know how fast the Gump is
-flying?" persisted the boy. "We cannot see a single
-thing down on the earth, and before morning we
-may be far beyond the place we want to reach."</p>
-
-<p>"That is all true enough," the Scarecrow replied,
-a little uneasily. "But I do not see how we can
-stop just now; for we might alight in a river, or on
-the top of a steeple; and that would be a great disaster."</p>
-
-<p>So they permitted the Gump to fly on, with regular
-flops of its great wings, and waited patiently for
-morning.</p>
-
-<p>Then Tip's fears were proven to be well founded;
-for with the first streaks of gray dawn they looked
-over the sides of the sofas and discovered rolling
-plains dotted with queer villages, where the houses,
-instead of being dome-shaped&mdash;as they all are in the
-Land of Oz&mdash;had slanting roofs that rose to a peak<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
-in the center. Odd looking animals were also moving
-about upon the open plains, and the country was
-unfamiliar to both the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow,
-who had formerly visited Glinda the Good's
-domain and knew it well.</p>
-
-<p>"We are lost!" said the Scarecrow, dolefully.
-"The Gump must have carried us entirely out of
-the Land of Oz and over the sandy deserts and into
-the terrible outside world that Dorothy told us
-about."</p>
-
-<p>"We must get back," exclaimed the Tin Woodman,
-earnestly; "we must get back as soon as possible!"</p>
-
-<p>"Turn around!" cried Tip to the Gump; "turn
-as quickly as you can!"</p>
-
-<p>"If I do I shall upset," answered the Gump. "I'm
-not at all used to flying, and the best plan would be
-for me to alight in some place, and then I can turn
-around and take a fresh start."</p>
-
-<p>Just then, however, there seemed to be no stopping-place
-that would answer their purpose. They
-flew over a village so big that the Woggle-Bug declared
-it was a city; and then they came to a range
-of high mountains with many deep gorges and steep
-cliffs showing plainly.</p>
-
-<p>"Now is our chance to stop," said the boy, finding<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
-they were very close to the mountain tops. Then
-he turned to the Gump and commanded: "Stop
-at the first level place you see!"</p>
-
-<p>"Very well," answered the Gump, and settled
-down upon a table of rock that stood between two
-cliffs.</p>
-
-<p>But not being experienced in such matters, the
-Gump did not judge his speed correctly; and instead
-of coming to a stop upon the flat rock he
-missed it by half the width of his body, breaking off
-both his right wings against the sharp edge of the
-rock and then tumbling over and over down the
-cliff.</p>
-
-<p>Our friends held on to the sofas as long as they
-could, but when the Gump caught on a projecting
-rock the Thing stopped suddenly&mdash;bottom side up&mdash;and
-all were immediately dumped out.</p>
-
-<p>By good fortune they fell only a few feet; for
-underneath them was a monster nest, built by a colony
-of Jackdaws in a hollow ledge of rock; so none
-of them&mdash;not even the Pumpkinhead&mdash;was injured
-by the fall. For Jack found his precious head resting
-on the soft breast of the Scarecrow, which made
-an excellent cushion; and Tip fell on a mass of
-leaves and papers, which saved him from injury.
-The Woggle-Bug had bumped his round head against
-the Saw-Horse, but without causing him more than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
-a moment's inconvenience.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_207.jpg" width="391" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>ALL WERE IMMEDIATELY DUMPED OUT.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed;
-but finding he had escaped without even a scratch
-upon his beautiful nickel-plate he at once regained
-his accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address
-his comrades.</p>
-
-<p>"Our journey has ended rather suddenly," said he,
-"and we cannot justly blame our friend the Gump
-for our accident, because he did the best he could
-under the circumstances. But how we are ever to
-escape from this nest I must leave to someone with
-better brains than I possess."</p>
-
-<p>Here he gazed at the Scarecrow; who crawled to
-the edge of the nest and looked over. Below them
-was a sheer precipice several hundred feet in depth.
-Above them was a smooth cliff unbroken save by
-the point of rock where the wrecked body of the
-Gump still hung suspended from the end of one of
-the sofas. There really seemed to be no means of
-escape, and as they realized their helpless plight the
-little band of adventurers gave way to their bewilderment.</p>
-
-<p>"This is a worse prison than the palace," sadly
-remarked the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>"I wish we had stayed there," moaned Jack.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>
-"I'm afraid the mountain air isn't good for pumpkins."</p>
-
-<p>"It won't be when the Jackdaws come back,"
-growled the Saw-Horse, which lay waving its legs in
-a vain endeavor to get upon its feet again. "Jackdaws
-are especially fond of pumpkins."</p>
-
-<p>"Do you think the birds will come here?" asked
-Jack, much distressed.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course they will," said Tip; "for this is their
-nest. And there must be hundreds of them," he
-continued, "for see what a lot of things they have
-brought here!"</p>
-
-<p>Indeed, the nest was half filled with a most curious
-collection of small articles for which the birds
-could have no use, but which the thieving Jackdaws
-had stolen during many years from the homes of
-men. And as the nest was safely hidden where no
-human being could reach it, this lost property would
-never be recovered.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug, searching among the rubbish&mdash;for
-the Jackdaws stole useless things as well as
-valuable ones&mdash;turned up with his foot a beautiful
-diamond necklace. This was so greatly admired by
-the Tin Woodman that the Woggle-Bug presented
-it to him with a graceful speech, after which the
-Woodman hung it around his neck with much pride,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>
-rejoicing exceedingly when the big diamonds glittered
-in the sun's rays.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_210.jpg" width="390" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>TURNED UP A BEAUTIFUL DIAMOND NECKLACE.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>But now they heard a great jabbering and flopping
-of wings, and as the sound grew nearer to them
-Tip exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"The Jackdaws are coming! And if they find us
-here they will surely kill us in their anger."</p>
-
-<p>"I was afraid of this!" moaned the Pumpkinhead.
-"My time has come!"</p>
-
-<p>"And mine, also!" said the Woggle-Bug; "for
-Jackdaws are the greatest enemies of my race."</p>
-
-<p>The others were not at all afraid; but the Scarecrow
-at once decided to save those of the party who
-were liable to be injured by the angry birds. So he
-commanded Tip to take off Jack's head and lie down
-with it in the bottom of the nest, and when this was
-done he ordered the Woggle-Bug to lie beside Tip.
-Nick Chopper, who knew from past experience just
-what to do, then took the Scarecrow to pieces&mdash;(all
-except his head)&mdash;and scattered the straw over Tip
-and the Woggle-Bug, completely covering their
-bodies.</p>
-
-<p>Hardly had this been accomplished when the flock
-of Jackdaws reached them. Perceiving the intruders
-in their nest the birds flew down upon them with
-screams of rage.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_212.jpg" width="450" height="365" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="DR_NIKIDIKS_FAMOUS_WISHING_PILLS" id="DR_NIKIDIKS_FAMOUS_WISHING_PILLS"></a>
-<img src="images/i_213.jpg" width="560" height="304" alt="Dr Nikidiks Famous Wishing Pills" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman was usually a peaceful man,
-but when occasion required he could fight as fiercely
-as a Roman gladiator. So, when the Jackdaws nearly
-knocked him down in their rush of wings, and their
-sharp beaks and claws threatened to damage his
-brilliant plating, the Woodman picked up his axe
-and made it whirl swiftly around his head.</p>
-
-<p>But although many were beaten off in this way,
-the birds were so numerous and so brave that they
-continued the attack as furiously as before. Some
-of them pecked at the eyes of the Gump, which hung
-over the nest in a helpless condition; but the Gump's
-eyes were of glass and could not be injured. Others
-of the Jackdaws rushed at the Saw-Horse; but that
-animal, being still upon his back, kicked out so
-viciously with his wooden legs that he beat off as
-many assailants as did the Woodman's axe.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Finding themselves thus opposed, the birds fell
-upon the Scarecrow's straw, which lay at the center
-of the nest, covering Tip and the Woggle-Bug and
-Jack's pumpkin head, and began tearing it away and
-flying off with it, only to let it drop, straw by straw
-into the great gulf beneath.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow's head, noting with dismay this
-wanton destruction of his interior, cried to the Tin
-Woodman to save him; and that good friend responded
-with renewed energy. His axe fairly flashed
-among the Jackdaws, and fortunately the Gump
-began wildly waving the two wings remaining on
-the left side of its body. The flutter of these great
-wings filled the Jackdaws with terror, and when the
-Gump by its exertions freed itself from the peg of
-rock on which it hung, and sank flopping into the
-nest, the alarm of the birds knew no bounds and
-they fled screaming over the mountains.</p>
-
-<p>When the last foe had disappeared, Tip crawled
-from under the sofas and assisted the Woggle-Bug
-to follow him.</p>
-
-<p>"We are saved!" shouted the boy, delightedly.</p>
-
-<p>"We are, indeed!" responded the Educated Insect,
-fairly hugging the stiff head of the Gump in his
-joy; "and we owe it all to the flopping of the Thing
-and the good axe of the Woodman!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"If I am saved, get me out of here!" called Jack,
-whose head was still beneath the sofas; and Tip
-managed to roll the pumpkin out and place it upon
-its neck again. He also set the Saw-Horse upright,
-and said to it:</p>
-
-<p>"We owe you many thanks for the gallant fight
-you made."</p>
-
-<p>"I really think we have escaped very nicely,"
-remarked the Tin Woodman, in a tone of pride.</p>
-
-<p>"Not so!" exclaimed a hollow voice.</p>
-
-<p>At this they all turned in surprise to look at the
-Scarecrow's head, which lay at the back of the nest.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_215.jpg" width="289" height="350" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"I am completely
-ruined!" declared
-the Scarecrow, as he
-noted their astonishment.
-"For where
-is the straw that
-stuffs my body?"</p>
-
-<p>The awful question
-startled them
-all. They gazed
-around the nest
-with horror, for not
-a vestige of straw
-remained. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>
-Jackdaws had stolen it to the last wisp and flung it
-all into the chasm that yawned for hundreds of
-feet beneath the nest.</p>
-
-<p>"My poor, poor friend!" said the Tin Woodman,
-taking up the Scarecrow's head and caressing it
-tenderly; "whoever could imagine you would come
-to this untimely end?"</p>
-
-<p>"I did it to save my friends," returned the head;
-"and I am glad that I perished in so noble and
-unselfish a manner."</p>
-
-<p>"But why are you all so despondent?" inquired
-the Woggle-Bug. "The Scarecrow's clothing is
-still safe."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," answered the Tin Woodman; "but our
-friend's clothes are useless without stuffing."</p>
-
-<p>"Why not stuff him with money?" asked Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Money!" they all cried, in an amazed chorus.</p>
-
-<p>"To be sure," said the boy. "In the bottom of
-the nest are thousands of dollar bills&mdash;and two-dollar
-bills&mdash;and five-dollar bills&mdash;and tens, and
-twenties, and fifties. There are enough of them to
-stuff a dozen Scarecrows. Why not use the money?"</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman began to turn over the rubbish
-with the handle of his axe; and, sure enough,
-what they had first thought only worthless papers
-were found to be all bills of various denominations,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>
-which the mischievous Jackdaws had for years been
-engaged in stealing from the villages and cities
-they visited.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_217.jpg" width="296" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>There was an immense fortune lying
-in that inaccessible nest; and Tip's
-suggestion was, with the Scarecrow's
-consent, quickly acted upon.</p>
-
-<p>They selected all the newest and
-cleanest bills and assorted
-them into various piles. The
-Scarecrow's left leg
-boot were stuffed
-with five-dollar bills;
-his right leg was
-stuffed with ten-dollar
-bills, and his
-body so closely filled
-with fifties, one-hundreds
-and one-thousands
-that he
-could scarcely button
-his jacket with
-comfort.</p>
-
-<p>"You are now," said the Woggle-Bug, impressively,
-when the task had been completed, "the
-most valuable member of our party; and as you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
-are among faithful friends there is little danger of
-your being spent."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you," returned the Scarecrow, gratefully.
-"I feel like a new man; and although at first glance
-I might be mistaken for a Safety Deposit Vault, I
-beg you to remember that my Brains are still composed
-of the same old material. And these are the
-possessions that have always made me a person to
-be depended upon in an emergency."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, the emergency is here," observed Tip; "and
-unless your brains help us out of it we shall be compelled
-to pass the remainder of our lives in this nest."</p>
-
-<p>"How about these wishing pills?" enquired the
-Scarecrow, taking the box from his jacket pocket.
-"Can't we use them to escape?"</p>
-
-<p>"Not unless we can count seventeen by twos,"
-answered the Tin Woodman. "But our friend the
-Woggle-Bug claims to be highly educated, so he
-ought easily to figure out how that can be done."</p>
-
-<p>"It isn't a question of education," returned the
-Insect; "it's merely a question of mathematics. I've
-seen the Professor work lots of sums on the black-board,
-and he claimed anything could be done with
-x's and y's and a's, and such things, by mixing them
-up with plenty of plusses and minuses and equals,
-and so forth. But he never said anything, so far as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
-I can remember, about counting up to the odd
-number of seventeen by the even numbers of twos."</p>
-
-<p>"Stop! stop!" cried the Pumpkinhead. "You're
-making my head ache."</p>
-
-<p>"And mine," added the Scarecrow. "Your mathematics
-seem to me very like a bottle of mixed
-pickles&mdash;the more you fish for what you want the
-less chance you have of getting it. I am certain
-that if the thing can be accomplished at all, it is in
-a very simple manner."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said Tip; "old Mombi couldn't use x's
-and minuses, for she never went to school."</p>
-
-<p>"Why not start counting at a half of one?" asked
-the Saw-Horse, abruptly. "Then anyone can count
-up to seventeen by twos very easily."</p>
-
-<p>They looked at each other in surprise, for the
-Saw-Horse was considered the most stupid of the
-entire party.</p>
-
-<p>"You make me quite ashamed of myself," said the
-Scarecrow, bowing low to the Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"Nevertheless, the creature is right," declared the
-Woggle-Bug; "for twice one-half is one, and if you
-get to one it is easy to count from one up to seventeen
-by twos."</p>
-
-<p>"I wonder I didn't think of that myself," said
-the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I don't," returned the Scarecrow. "You're no
-wiser than the rest of us, are you? But let us make
-a wish at once. Who will swallow the first pill?"</p>
-
-<p>"Suppose you do it," suggested Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"I can't," said the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"Why not? You've a mouth, haven't you?"
-asked the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; but my mouth is painted on, and there's
-no swallow connected with it," answered the Scarecrow.
-"In fact," he continued, looking from one
-to another critically, "I believe the boy and the
-Woggle-Bug are the only ones in our party that are
-able to swallow."</p>
-
-<p>Observing the truth of this remark, Tip said:</p>
-
-<p>"Then I will undertake to make the first wish.
-Give me one of the Silver Pills."</p>
-
-<p>This the Scarecrow tried to do; but his padded
-gloves were too clumsy to clutch so small an object,
-and he held the box toward the boy while Tip selected
-one of the pills and swallowed it.</p>
-
-<p>"Count!" cried the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"One-half, one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven,
-thirteen, fifteen, seventeen!" counted Tip.</p>
-
-<p>"Now wish!" said the Tin Woodman anxiously.</p>
-
-<p>But just then the boy began to suffer such fearful
-pains that he became alarmed.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"The pill has poisoned me!" he gasped; "O&mdash;h!
-O-o-o-o-o! Ouch! Murder! Fire! O-o-h!" and here
-he rolled upon the bottom of the nest in such contortions
-that he frightened them all.</p>
-
-<p>"What can we do for you? Speak, I beg!" entreated
-the Tin Woodman, tears of sympathy running
-down his nickel cheeks.</p>
-
-<p>"I&mdash;I don't know!" answered Tip. "O&mdash;h! I
-wish I'd never swallowed that pill!"</p>
-
-<p>Then at once the pain stopped, and the boy rose
-to his feet again and found the Scarecrow looking
-with amazement at the end of the pepper-box.</p>
-
-<p>"What's happened?" asked the boy, a little
-ashamed of his recent exhibition.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, the three pills are in the box again!" said
-the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 162px;">
-<img src="images/i_221.jpg" width="162" height="296" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Of course they are," the Woggle-Bug
-declared. "Didn't Tip wish that
-he'd never swallowed one of them?
-Well, the wish came true, and he <em>didn't</em>
-swallow one of them. So of course
-they are all three in the box."</p>
-
-<p>"That may be; but the pill gave me
-a dreadful pain, just the same," said the
-boy.</p>
-
-<p>"Impossible!" declared the Woggle-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>Bug.
-"If you have never swallowed it, the pill can
-not have given you a pain. And as your wish, being
-granted, proves you did not swallow the pill, it is
-also plain that you suffered no pain."</p>
-
-<p>"Then it was a splendid imitation of a pain," retorted
-Tip, angrily. "Suppose you try the next pill
-yourself. We've wasted one wish already."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no, we haven't!" protested the Scarecrow.
-"Here are still three pills in the box, and each pill
-is good for a wish."</p>
-
-<p>"Now you're making <em>my</em> head ache," said Tip.
-"I can't understand the thing at all. But I won't
-take another pill, I promise you!" and with this
-remark he retired sulkily to the back of the nest.</p>
-
-<p>"Well," said the Woggle-Bug, "it remains for me
-to save us in my most Highly Magnified and Thoroughly
-Educated manner; for I seem to be the only
-one able and willing to make a wish. Let me have
-one of the pills."</p>
-
-<p>He swallowed it without hesitation, and they all
-stood admiring his courage while the Insect counted
-seventeen by twos in the same way that Tip had
-done. And for some reason&mdash;perhaps because
-Woggle-Bugs have stronger stomachs than boys&mdash;the
-silver pellet caused it no pain whatever.</p>
-
-<p>"I wish the Gump's broken wings mended, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
-as good as new!" said the Woggle-Bug, in a slow,
-impressive voice.</p>
-
-<p>All turned to look at the Thing, and so quickly
-had the wish been granted that the Gump lay before
-them in perfect repair, and as well able to fly through
-the air as when it had first been brought to life on
-the roof of the palace.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_223.jpg" width="400" height="385" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_224.jpg" width="285" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter"><a name="THE_SCARECROW_APPEALS" id="THE_SCARECROW_APPEALS"></a>
-<img src="images/i_225.jpg" width="560" height="359" alt="The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda the Good" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>"Hooray!" shouted the Scarecrow, gaily. "We
-can now leave this miserable Jackdaws' nest whenever
-we please."</p>
-
-<p>"But it is nearly dark," said the Tin Woodman;
-"and unless we wait until morning to make our
-flight we may get into more trouble. I don't like
-these night trips, for one never knows what will
-happen."</p>
-
-<p>So it was decided to wait until daylight, and the
-adventurers amused themselves in the twilight by
-searching the Jackdaws' nest for treasures.</p>
-
-<p>The Woggle-Bug found two handsome bracelets
-of wrought gold, which fitted his slender arms very
-well. The Scarecrow took a fancy for rings, of
-which there were many in the nest. Before long he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>
-had fitted a ring to each finger of his padded gloves,
-and not being content with that display he added
-one more to each thumb. As he carefully chose
-those rings set with sparkling stones, such as rubies,
-amethysts and sapphires, the Scarecrow's hands now
-presented a most brilliant appearance.</p>
-
-<p>"This nest would be a picnic for Queen Jinjur,"
-said he, musingly; "for as nearly as I can make out
-she and her girls conquered me merely to rob my
-city of its emeralds."</p>
-
-<p>The Tin Woodman was content with his diamond
-necklace and refused to accept any additional decorations;
-but Tip secured a fine gold watch, which
-was attached to a heavy fob, and placed it in his
-pocket with much pride. He also pinned several
-jeweled brooches to Jack Pumpkinhead's red waistcoat,
-and attached a lorgnette, by means of a fine
-chain, to the neck of the Saw-Horse.</p>
-
-<p>"It's very pretty," said the creature, regarding the
-lorgnette approvingly; "but what is it for?"</p>
-
-<p>None of them could answer that question, however;
-so the Saw-Horse decided it was some rare
-decoration and became very fond of it.</p>
-
-<p>That none of the party might be slighted, they
-ended by placing several large seal rings upon the
-points of the Gump's antlers, although that odd<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>
-personage seemed by no means gratified by the
-attention.</p>
-
-<p>Darkness soon fell upon them, and Tip and the
-Woggle-Bug went to sleep while the others sat
-down to wait patiently for the day.</p>
-
-<p>Next morning they had cause to congratulate
-themselves upon the useful condition of the Gump;
-for with daylight a great flock of Jackdaws approached
-to engage in one more battle for the
-possession of the nest.</p>
-
-<p>But our adventurers did not wait for the assault.
-They tumbled into the cushioned seats of the sofas
-as quickly as possible, and Tip gave the word to the
-Gump to start.</p>
-
-<p>At once it rose into the air, the great wings flopping
-strongly and with regular motions, and in a few
-moments they were so far from the nest that the
-chattering Jackdaws took possession without any
-attempt at pursuit.</p>
-
-<p>The Thing flew due North, going in the same
-direction from whence it had come. At least, that
-was the Scarecrow's opinion, and the others agreed
-that the Scarecrow was the best judge of direction.
-After passing over several cities and villages the Gump
-carried them high above a broad plain where houses
-became more and more scattered until they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
-disappeared altogether. Next came the wide, sandy
-desert separating the rest of the world from the Land
-of Oz, and before noon they saw the dome-shaped
-houses that proved they were once more within the
-borders of their native land.</p>
-
-<p>"But the houses and fences are blue," said the
-Tin Woodman, "and that indicates we are in the
-land of the Munchkins, and therefore a long distance
-from Glinda the Good."</p>
-
-<p>"What shall we do?" asked the boy, turning to
-their guide.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know," replied the Scarecrow, frankly.
-"If we were at the Emerald City we could then
-move directly southward, and so reach our destination.
-But we dare not go to the Emerald City, and
-the Gump is probably carrying us further in the
-wrong direction with every flop of its wings."</p>
-
-<p>"Then the Woggle-Bug must swallow another
-pill," said Tip, decidedly, "and wish us headed in
-the right direction."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well," returned the Highly Magnified one;
-"I'm willing."</p>
-
-<p>But when the Scarecrow searched in his pocket
-for the pepper-box containing the two silver Wishing
-Pills, it was not to be found. Filled with anxiety,
-the voyagers hunted throughout every inch of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>
-Thing for the precious box; but it had disappeared
-entirely.</p>
-
-<p>And still the Gump flew onward, carrying them
-they knew not where.</p>
-
-<p>"I must have left the pepper-box in the Jackdaws'
-nest," said the Scarecrow, at length.</p>
-
-<p>"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman
-declared. "But we are no worse off than before we
-discovered the Wishing Pills."</p>
-
-<p>"We are better off," replied Tip; "for the one
-pill we used has enabled us to escape from that
-horrible nest."</p>
-
-<p>"Yet the loss of the other two is serious, and I
-deserve a good scolding for my carelessness," the
-Scarecrow rejoined, penitently. "For in such an
-unusual party as this accidents are liable to happen
-any moment, and even now we may be approaching
-a new danger."</p>
-
-<p>No one dared contradict this, and a dismal silence
-ensued.</p>
-
-<p>The Gump flew steadily on.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly Tip uttered an exclamation of surprise.</p>
-
-<p>"We must have reached the South Country," he
-cried, "for below us everything is red!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 377px;">
-<img src="images/i_230.jpg" width="377" height="400" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Immediately they all leaned over the backs of the
-sofas to look&mdash;all except Jack, who was too careful
-of his pumpkin head to risk its slipping off his neck.
-Sure enough; the red houses and fences and trees
-indicated they were within the domain of Glinda
-the Good; and presently, as they glided rapidly on,
-the Tin Woodman recognized the roads and buildings
-they passed, and altered slightly the flight of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>
-the Gump so that they might reach the palace of
-the celebrated Sorceress.</p>
-
-<p>"Good!" cried the Scarecrow, delightedly. "We
-do not need the lost Wishing Pills now, for we have
-arrived at our destination."</p>
-
-<p>Gradually the Thing sank lower and nearer to
-the ground until at length it came to rest within the
-beautiful gardens of Glinda, settling upon a velvety
-green lawn close by a fountain which sent sprays of
-flashing gems, instead of water, high into the air,
-whence they fell with a soft, tinkling sound into the
-carved marble basin placed to receive them.</p>
-
-<p>Everything was very gorgeous in Glinda's gardens,
-and while our voyagers gazed about with admiring
-eyes a company of soldiers silently appeared and
-surrounded them. But these soldiers of the great
-Sorceress were entirely different from those of Jinjur's
-Army of Revolt, although they were likewise
-girls. For Glinda's soldiers wore neat uniforms and
-bore swords and spears; and they marched with a
-skill and precision that proved them well trained in
-the arts of war.</p>
-
-<p>The Captain commanding this troop&mdash;which was
-Glinda's private Body Guard&mdash;recognized the Scarecrow
-and the Tin Woodman at once, and greeted
-them with respectful salutations.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Good day!" said the Scarecrow, gallantly removing
-his hat, while the Woodman gave a soldierly
-salute; "we have come to request an audience with
-your fair Ruler."</p>
-
-<p>"Glinda is now within her palace, awaiting you,"
-returned the Captain; "for she saw you coming
-long before you arrived."</p>
-
-<p>"That is strange!" said Tip, wondering.</p>
-
-<p>"Not at all," answered the Scarecrow; "for Glinda
-the Good is a mighty Sorceress, and nothing that
-goes on in the Land of Oz escapes her notice. I
-suppose she knows why we came as well as we do
-ourselves."</p>
-
-<p>"Then what was the use of our coming?" asked
-Jack, stupidly.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_232.jpg" width="550" height="385" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!"
-retorted the Scarecrow. "But, if the
-Sorceress expects us, we must not keep
-her waiting."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>So they all clambered out of the sofas and followed
-the Captain toward the palace&mdash;even the
-Saw-Horse taking his place in the queer procession.</p>
-
-<p>Upon her throne of finely wrought gold sat Glinda,
-and she could scarcely repress a smile as her peculiar
-visitors entered and bowed before her. Both the
-Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman she knew and
-liked; but the awkward Pumpkinhead and Highly
-Magnified Woggle-Bug were creatures she had never
-seen before, and they seemed even more curious than
-the others. As for the Saw-Horse, he looked to be
-nothing more than an animated chunk of wood;
-and he bowed so stiffly that his head bumped against
-the floor, causing a ripple of laughter among the
-soldiers, in which Glinda frankly joined.</p>
-
-<p>"I beg to announce to your glorious highness,"
-began the Scarecrow, in a solemn voice, "that my
-Emerald City has been overrun by a crowd of impudent
-girls with knitting-needles, who have enslaved
-all the men, robbed the streets and public buildings
-of all their emerald jewels, and usurped my
-throne."</p>
-
-<p>"I know it," said Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"They also threatened to destroy me, as well as
-all the good friends and allies you see before you,"
-continued the Scarecrow; "and had we not managed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span>
-to escape their clutches our days would long since
-have ended."</p>
-
-<p>"I know it," repeated Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"Therefore I have come to beg your assistance,"
-resumed the Scarecrow, "for I believe you are always
-glad to succor the unfortunate and oppressed."</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," replied the Sorceress, slowly. "But
-the Emerald City is now ruled by General Jinjur,
-who has caused herself to be proclaimed Queen.
-What right have I to oppose her?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, she stole the throne from me," said the
-Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>"And how came you to possess the throne?" asked
-Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"I got it from the Wizard of Oz, and by the choice
-of the people," returned the Scarecrow, uneasy at
-such questioning.</p>
-
-<p>"And where did the Wizard get it?" she continued,
-gravely.</p>
-
-<p>"I am told he took it from Pastoria, the former
-King," said the Scarecrow, becoming confused under
-the intent look of the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<p>"Then," declared Glinda, "the throne of the Emerald
-City belongs neither to you nor to Jinjur, but
-to this Pastoria from whom the Wizard usurped it."</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," acknowledged the Scarecrow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>
-humbly; "but Pastoria is now dead and gone, and
-some one must rule in his place."</p>
-
-<p>"Pastoria had a daughter, who is the rightful heir
-to the throne of the Emerald City. Did you know
-that?" questioned the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<p>"No," replied the Scarecrow. "But if the girl still
-lives I will not stand in her way. It will satisfy me as
-well to have Jinjur turned out, as an impostor, as to
-regain the throne myself. In fact, it isn't much fun
-to be King, especially if one has good brains. I
-have known for some time that I am fitted to occupy
-a far more exalted position. But where is
-this girl who owns the throne, and what is her
-name?"</p>
-
-<p>"Her name is Ozma," answered Glinda. "But
-where she is I have tried in vain to discover. For
-the Wizard of Oz, when he stole the throne from
-Ozma's father, hid the girl in some secret place; and
-by means of a magical trick with which I am not
-familiar he also managed to prevent her being discovered&mdash;even
-by so experienced a Sorceress as
-myself."</p>
-
-<p>"That is strange," interrupted the Woggle-Bug,
-pompously. "I have been informed that the Wonderful
-Wizard of Oz was nothing more than a
-humbug!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, much
-provoked by this speech. "Didn't he give me a
-wonderful set of brains?"</p>
-
-<p>"There's no humbug about my heart," announced
-the Tin Woodman, glaring indignantly at the Woggle-Bug.</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps I was misinformed," stammered the
-Insect, shrinking back; "I never knew the Wizard
-personally."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, we did," retorted the Scarecrow, "and he
-was a very great Wizard, I assure you. It is true
-he was guilty of some slight impostures, but unless
-he was a great Wizard how&mdash;let me ask&mdash;could
-he have hidden this girl Ozma so securely that no
-one can find her?"</p>
-
-<p>"I&mdash;I give it up!" replied the Woggle-Bug, meekly.</p>
-
-<p>"That is the most sensible speech you've made,"
-said the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"I must really make another effort to discover
-where this girl is hidden," resumed the Sorceress,
-thoughtfully. "I have in my library a book in which
-is inscribed every action of the Wizard while he was
-in our land of Oz&mdash;or, at least, every action that
-could be observed by my spies. This book I will
-read carefully tonight, and try to single out the acts
-that may guide us in discovering the lost Ozma. In<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span>
-the meantime, pray amuse yourselves in my
-palace and command my servants as if they were
-your own. I will grant you another audience
-tomorrow."</p>
-
-<p>With this gracious speech Glinda dismissed the
-adventurers, and they wandered away through the
-beautiful gardens, where they passed several hours
-enjoying all the delightful things with which the
-Queen of the Southland had surrounded her royal
-palace.</p>
-
-<p>On the following morning they again appeared
-before Glinda, who said to them:</p>
-
-<p>"I have searched carefully through the records of
-the Wizard's actions, and among them I can find
-but three that appear to have been suspicious. He
-ate beans with a knife, made three secret visits to old
-Mombi, and limped slightly on his left foot."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! that last is certainly suspicious!" exclaimed
-the Pumpkinhead.</p>
-
-<p>"Not necessarily," said the Scarecrow; "he may
-have had corns. Now, it seems to me his eating
-beans with a knife is more suspicious."</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps it is a polite custom in Omaha, from
-which great country the Wizard originally came,"
-suggested the Tin Woodman.</p>
-
-<p>"It may be," admitted the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"But why," asked Glinda, "did he make three
-secret visits to old Mombi?"</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! Why, indeed!" echoed the Woggle-Bug,
-impressively.</p>
-
-<p>"We know that the Wizard taught the old woman
-many of his tricks of magic," continued Glinda;
-"and this he would not have done had she not assisted
-him in some way. So we may suspect with
-good reason that Mombi aided him to hide the girl
-Ozma, who was the real heir to the throne of the
-Emerald City, and a constant danger to the usurper.
-For, if the people knew that she lived, they would
-quickly make her their Queen and restore her to her
-rightful position."</p>
-
-<p>"An able argument!" cried the Scarecrow. "I
-have no doubt that Mombi was mixed up in this
-wicked business. But how does that knowledge
-help us?"</p>
-
-<p>"We must find Mombi," replied Glinda, "and
-force her to tell where the girl is hidden."</p>
-
-<p>"Mombi is now with Queen Jinjur, in the Emerald
-City," said Tip. "It was she who threw so
-many obstacles in our pathway, and made Jinjur
-threaten to destroy my friends and give me back
-into the old witch's power."</p>
-
-<p>"Then," decided Glinda, "I will march with my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>
-army to the Emerald City, and take Mombi prisoner.
-After that we can, perhaps, force her to tell the
-truth about Ozma."</p>
-
-<p>"She is a terrible old woman!" remarked Tip,
-with a shudder at the thought of Mombi's black
-kettle; "and obstinate, too."</p>
-
-<p>"I am quite obstinate myself," returned the Sorceress,
-with a sweet smile; "so I do not fear Mombi
-in the least. Today I will make all necessary preparations,
-and we will march upon the Emerald City
-at daybreak tomorrow."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_239.jpg" width="145" height="350" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>"She is a terrible old woman."</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;">
-<img src="images/i_240.jpg" width="276" height="400" alt="Jinjur" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_TIN_WOODMAN_PLUCKS" id="THE_TIN_WOODMAN_PLUCKS"></a>
-<img src="images/i_241.jpg" width="560" height="409" alt="The Tin Woodman Plucks a Rose" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="figright" style="width: 152px;">
-<img src="images/i_241a.jpg" width="152" height="320" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>The Army of Glinda the Good looked very grand and imposing when it
-assembled at daybreak before the palace gates. The uniforms of the
-girl soldiers were pretty and of gay colors, and their silver-tipped
-spears were bright and glistening, the long shafts being inlaid with
-mother-of-pearl. All the officers wore sharp, gleaming swords, and
-shields edged with peacock-feathers; and it really seemed that no foe
-could by any possibility defeat such a brilliant army.</p>
-
-<p>The Sorceress rode in a beautiful palanquin which
-was like the body of a coach, having doors and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>
-windows with silken curtains; but instead of wheels, which a coach has,
-the palanquin rested upon two long, horizontal bars, which were borne
-upon the shoulders of twelve servants.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow and his comrades decided to ride in the Gump, in order
-to keep up with the swift march of the army; so, as soon as Glinda had
-started and her soldiers had marched away to the inspiring strains of
-music played by the royal band, our friends climbed into the sofas
-and followed. The Gump flew along slowly at a point directly over the
-palanquin in which rode the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_242.jpg" width="550" height="463" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Be careful," said the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span>
-Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow, who was leaning
-far over the side to look at the army below. "You
-might fall."</p>
-
-<p>"It wouldn't matter," remarked the educated
-Woggle-Bug; "he can't get broke so long as he is
-stuffed with money."</p>
-
-<p>"Didn't I ask you&mdash;" began Tip, in a reproachful
-voice.</p>
-
-<p>"You did!" said the Woggle-Bug, promptly. "And I
-beg your pardon. I will really try to restrain myself."</p>
-
-<p>"You'd better," declared the boy. "That is, if
-you wish to travel in our company."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah! I couldn't bear to part with you now,"
-murmured the Insect, feelingly; so Tip let the subject
-drop.</p>
-
-<p>The army moved steadily on, but night had fallen
-before they came to the walls of the Emerald City.
-By the dim light of the new moon, however, Glinda's
-forces silently surrounded the city and pitched their
-tents of scarlet silk upon the greensward. The tent
-of the Sorceress was larger than the others, and was
-composed of pure white silk, with scarlet banners
-flying above it. A tent was also pitched for the
-Scarecrow's party; and when these preparations had
-been made, with military precision and quickness,
-the army retired to rest.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Great was the amazement of Queen Jinjur next
-morning when her soldiers came running to inform
-her of the vast army surrounding them. She at
-once climbed to a high tower of the royal palace
-and saw banners waving in every direction and the
-great white tent of Glinda standing directly
-before the gates.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" style="width: 118px;">
-<img src="images/i_244.jpg" width="118" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"We are surely lost!" cried Jinjur, in despair;
-"for how can our knitting-needles avail against
-the long spears and terrible swords of our foes?"</p>
-
-<p>"The best thing we can do," said one of the
-girls, "is to surrender as quickly as possible,
-before we get hurt."</p>
-
-<p>"Not so," returned Jinjur, more bravely.
-"The enemy is still outside the walls, so we must
-try to gain time by engaging them in parley.
-Go you with a flag of truce to Glinda and ask
-her why she has dared to invade my dominions,
-and what are her demands."</p>
-
-<p>So the girl passed through the gates, bearing
-a white flag to show she was on a mission
-of peace, and came to Glinda's tent.</p>
-
-<p>"Tell your Queen," said the Sorceress to the
-girl, "that she must deliver up to me old Mombi,
-to be my prisoner. If this is done I will not
-molest her farther."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Now when this message was delivered to the Queen
-it filled her with dismay, for Mombi was her chief
-counsellor, and Jinjur was terribly afraid of the old
-hag. But she sent for Mombi, and told her what
-Glinda had said.</p>
-
-<p>"I see trouble ahead for all of us," muttered the
-old witch, after glancing into a magic mirror she
-carried in her pocket. "But we may even yet escape
-by deceiving this sorceress, clever as she thinks
-herself."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't you think it will be safer for me to deliver
-you into her hands?" asked Jinjur, nervously.</p>
-
-<p>"If you do, it will cost you the throne of the
-Emerald City!" answered the witch, positively. "But,
-if you will let me have my own way, I can save us
-both very easily."</p>
-
-<p>"Then do as you please," replied Jinjur, "for it
-is so aristocratic to be a Queen that I do not wish
-to be obliged to return home again, to make beds
-and wash dishes for my mother."</p>
-
-<p>So Mombi called Jellia Jamb to her, and performed
-a certain magical rite with which she was familiar.
-As a result of the enchantment Jellia took on the
-form and features of Mombi, while the old witch
-grew to resemble the girl so closely that it seemed
-impossible anyone could guess the deception.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Now," said old Mombi to the Queen, "let your
-soldiers deliver up this girl to Glinda. She will think
-she has the real Mombi in her power, and so will
-return immediately to her own country in the South."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;">
-<img src="images/i_246.jpg" width="560" height="262" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Therefore Jellia, hobbling along like an aged
-woman, was led from the city gates and taken before
-Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"Here is the person you demanded," said one of
-the guards, "and our Queen now begs you will go
-away, as you promised, and leave us in peace."</p>
-
-<p>"That I will surely do," replied Glinda, much
-pleased; "if this is really the person she seems to be."</p>
-
-<p>"It is certainly old Mombi," said the guard, who
-believed she was speaking the truth; and then Jinjur's
-soldiers returned within the city's gates.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The Sorceress quickly summoned the Scarecrow
-and his friends to her tent, and began to question the
-supposed Mombi about the lost girl Ozma. But
-Jellia knew nothing at all of this affair, and presently
-she grew so nervous under the questioning that she
-gave way and began to weep, to Glinda's great astonishment.</p>
-
-<p>"Here is some foolish trickery!" said the Sorceress,
-her eyes flashing with anger. "This is not Mombi
-at all, but some other person who has been made to
-resemble her! Tell me," she demanded, turning to
-the trembling girl, "what is your name?"</p>
-
-<p>This Jellia dared not tell, having been threatened
-with death by the witch if she confessed the fraud.
-But Glinda, sweet and fair though she was, understood
-magic better than any other person in the Land of
-Oz. So, by uttering a few potent words and making
-a peculiar gesture, she quickly transformed the girl
-into her proper shape, while at the same time old
-Mombi, far away in Jinjur's palace, suddenly resumed
-her own crooked form and evil features.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, it's Jellia Jamb!" cried the Scarecrow, recognizing
-in the girl one of his old friends.</p>
-
-<p>"It's our interpreter!" said the Pumpkinhead,
-smiling pleasantly.</p>
-
-<p>Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>
-had played, and she also begged Glinda's protection,
-which the Sorceress readily granted. But Glinda was
-now really angry, and sent word to Jinjur that the
-fraud was discovered and she must deliver up the real
-Mombi or suffer terrible consequences. Jinjur was
-prepared for this message, for the witch well understood,
-when her natural form was thrust upon her,
-that Glinda had discovered her trickery. But the
-wicked old creature had already thought up a new
-deception, and had made Jinjur promise to carry it
-out. So the Queen said to Glinda's messenger:</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_248.jpg" width="556" height="450" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi
-anywhere; but that Glinda is welcome to enter the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>
-city and search herself for the old woman. She may
-also bring her friends with her, if she likes; but if she
-does not find Mombi by sundown, the Sorceress must
-promise to go away peaceably and bother us no more."</p>
-
-<p>Glinda agreed to these terms, well knowing that
-Mombi was somewhere within the city walls. So
-Jinjur caused the gates to be thrown open, and Glinda
-marched in at the head of a company of soldiers, followed
-by the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, while
-Jack Pumpkinhead rode astride the Saw-Horse,
-and the Educated, Highly Magnified Woggle-Bug
-sauntered behind in a dignified manner. Tip walked
-by the side of the Sorceress, for Glinda had conceived
-a great liking for the boy.</p>
-
-<p>Of course old Mombi had no intention of being
-found by Glinda; so, while her enemies were marching
-up the street, the witch transformed herself into
-a red rose growing upon a bush in the garden of the
-palace. It was a clever idea, and a trick Glinda did
-not suspect; so several precious hours were spent in
-a vain search for Mombi.</p>
-
-<p>As sundown approached the Sorceress realized
-she had been defeated by the superior cunning of the
-aged witch; so she gave the command to her people
-to march out of the city and back to their tents.</p>
-
-<p>The Scarecrow and his comrades happened to be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>
-searching in the garden of the palace just then, and
-they turned with disappointment to obey Glinda's
-command. But before they left the garden the Tin
-Woodman, who was fond of flowers, chanced to espy
-a big red rose growing upon a bush; so he plucked
-the flower and fastened it securely in the tin button-hole
-of his tin bosom.</p>
-
-<p>As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan
-proceed from the rose; but he paid no attention to
-the sound, and Mombi was thus carried out of the
-city and into Glinda's camp without anyone having
-a suspicion that they had succeeded in their quest.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_250.jpg" width="454" height="440" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_TRANSFORMATION" id="THE_TRANSFORMATION"></a>
-<img src="images/i_251.jpg" width="560" height="392" alt="The Transformation of Old Mombi" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>The Witch was at first frightened at finding herself
-captured by the enemy; but soon she decided
-that she was exactly as safe in the Tin Woodman's
-button-hole as growing upon the bush. For no one
-knew the rose and Mombi to be one, and now that
-she was without the gates of the City her chances of
-escaping altogether from Glinda were much improved.</p>
-
-<p>"But there is no hurry," thought Mombi. "I will
-wait awhile and enjoy the humiliation of this Sorceress
-when she finds I have outwitted her."</p>
-
-<p>So throughout the night the rose lay quietly on the
-Woodman's bosom, and in the morning, when Glinda
-summoned our friends to a consultation, Nick Chopper
-carried his pretty flower with him to the white
-silk tent.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_252.jpg" width="560" height="322" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"For some reason," said Glinda, "we have failed
-to find this cunning old Mombi; so I fear our expedition
-will prove a failure. And for that I am sorry,
-because without our assistance little Ozma will never
-be rescued and restored to her rightful position as
-Queen of the Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"Do not let us give up so easily," said the Pumpkinhead.
-"Let us do something else."</p>
-
-<p>"Something else must really be done," replied
-Glinda, with a smile; "yet I cannot understand how
-I have been defeated so easily by an old Witch who
-knows far less of magic than I do myself."</p>
-
-<p>"While we are on the ground I believe it would
-be wise for us to conquer the Emerald City for Princess
-Ozma, and find the girl afterward," said the
-Scarecrow. "And while the girl remains hidden I
-will gladly rule in her place, for I understand the
-business of ruling much better than Jinjur does."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"But I have promised not to molest Jinjur," objected
-Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom&mdash;or
-Empire, rather," said the Tin Woodman, politely
-including the entire party in a royal wave of
-his arm. "It will give me great pleasure to entertain
-you in my castle, where there is room enough and
-to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel-plated,
-my valet will do it free of all expense."</p>
-
-<p>While the Woodman was speaking Glinda's eyes
-had been noting the rose in his button-hole, and
-now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of the
-flower tremble slightly. This quickly aroused her
-suspicions, and in a moment more the Sorceress had
-decided that the seeming rose was nothing else than
-a transformation of old Mombi. At the same instant
-Mombi knew she was discovered and must quickly
-plan an escape, and as transformations were easy to
-her she immediately took the form of a Shadow and
-glided along the wall of the tent toward the entrance,
-thinking thus to disappear.</p>
-
-<p>But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far
-more experience than the Witch. So the Sorceress
-reached the opening of the tent before the Shadow,
-and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so
-securely that Mombi could not find a crack big<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>
-enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his
-friends were greatly surprised at Glinda's actions; for
-none of them had noted the Shadow. But the Sorceress
-said to them:</p>
-
-<p>"Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old
-Witch is even now with us in this tent, and I hope
-to capture her."</p>
-
-<p>These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly
-transformed herself from a shadow to a Black Ant,
-in which shape she crawled along the ground, seeking
-a crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.</p>
-
-<p>Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been
-pitched, being just before the city gates, was hard
-and smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about,
-Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect
-its capture. But, just as her hand was descending,
-the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, made her
-last transformation, and in the form of a huge Griffin
-sprang through the wall of the tent&mdash;tearing the
-silk asunder in her rush&mdash;and in a moment had
-darted away with the speed of a whirlwind.</p>
-
-<p>Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang
-upon the back of the Saw-Horse and cried:</p>
-
-<p>"Now you shall prove that you have a right to be
-alive! Run&mdash;run&mdash;run!"</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse ran. Like a flash he followed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span>
-Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they
-twinkled like the rays of a star. Before our friends
-could recover from their surprise both the Griffin
-and the Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight.</p>
-
-<p>"Come! Let us follow!" cried the Scarecrow.</p>
-
-<p>They ran to the place where the Gump was lying
-and quickly tumbled aboard.</p>
-
-<p>"Fly!" commanded Tip, eagerly.</p>
-
-<p>"Where to?" asked the Gump, in its calm voice.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know," returned Tip, who was very
-nervous at the delay; "but if you will mount into
-the air I think we can discover which way Glinda
-has gone."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_255.jpg" width="457" height="380" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Very well," returned the Gump, quietly; and it
-spread its great wings and mounted high into the air.</p>
-
-<p>Far away, across the meadows, they could now
-see two tiny specks, speeding one after the other;
-and they knew these specks must be the Griffin and
-the Saw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump's attention
-to them and bade the creature try to overtake the
-Witch and the Sorceress. But, swift as was the Gump's
-flight, the pursued and pursuer moved more swiftly
-yet, and within a few moments were blotted out
-against the dim horizon.</p>
-
-<p>"Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless,"
-said the Scarecrow; "for the Land of Oz is of small
-extent, and sooner or later they must both come to
-a halt."</p>
-
-<p>Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to
-choose the form of a Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly
-fleet and its strength more enduring than that
-of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the
-untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden
-limbs could run for days without slacking their speed.
-Therefore, after an hour's hard running, the Griffin's
-breath began to fail, and it panted and gasped painfully,
-and moved more slowly than before. Then it
-reached the edge of the desert and began racing
-across the deep sands. But its tired feet sank far<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span>
-into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell
-forward, completely exhausted, and lay still upon
-the desert waste.</p>
-
-<p>Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still
-vigorous Saw-Horse; and having unwound a slender
-golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threw
-it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin,
-and so destroyed the magical power of Mombi's
-transformation.</p>
-
-<p>For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared
-from view, while in its place was discovered
-the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely at the
-serene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_257.jpg" width="420" height="372" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_258.jpg" width="350" height="423" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="PRINCESS_OZMA" id="PRINCESS_OZMA"></a>
-<img src="images/i_259.jpg" width="560" height="379" alt="Princess Ozma of Oz" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>"You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to
-struggle any longer," said Glinda, in her soft, sweet
-voice. "Lie still a moment, and rest yourself, and
-then I will carry you back to my tent."</p>
-
-<p>"Why do you seek me?" asked Mombi, still scarce
-able to speak plainly for lack of breath. "What
-have I done to you, to be so persecuted?"</p>
-
-<p>"You have done nothing to me," answered the
-gentle Sorceress; "but I suspect you have been guilty
-of several wicked actions; and if I find it is true that
-you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend
-to punish you severely."</p>
-
-<p>"I defy you!" croaked the old hag. "You dare
-not harm me!"</p>
-
-<p>Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted
-upon the desert sands beside Glinda. Our friends<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span>
-were delighted to find that Mombi had finally been
-captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided
-they should all return to the camp in the Gump.
-So the Saw-Horse was tossed aboard, and then Glinda,
-still holding an end of the golden thread that was
-around Mombi's neck, forced her prisoner to climb
-into the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip
-gave the word to the Gump to return.</p>
-
-<p>The journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in
-her place with a grim and sullen air; for the old hag
-was absolutely helpless so long as the magical thread
-encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda's return
-with loud cheers, and the party of friends soon
-gathered again in the royal tent, which had been
-neatly repaired during their absence.</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said the Sorceress to Mombi, "I want
-you to tell us why the Wonderful Wizard of Oz
-paid you three visits, and what became of the child,
-Ozma, which so curiously disappeared."</p>
-
-<p>The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said
-not a word.</p>
-
-<p>"Answer me!" cried the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<p>But still Mombi remained silent.</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps she doesn't know," remarked Jack.</p>
-
-<p>"I beg you will keep quiet," said Tip. "You might
-spoil everything with your foolishness."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Very well, dear father!" returned the Pumpkinhead,
-meekly.</p>
-
-<p>"How glad I am to be a Woggle-Bug!" murmured
-the Highly Magnified Insect, softly. "No one
-can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin."</p>
-
-<p>"Well," said the Scarecrow, "what shall we do to
-make Mombi speak? Unless she tells us what we
-wish to know her capture will do us no good at all."</p>
-
-<p>"Suppose we try kindness," suggested the Tin
-Woodman. "I've heard that anyone can be conquered
-with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be."</p>
-
-<p>At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so
-horribly that the Tin Woodman shrank back abashed.</p>
-
-<p>Glinda had been carefully considering what to do,
-and now she turned to Mombi and said:</p>
-
-<p>"You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus
-defying us. For I am determined to learn the truth
-about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell me all that
-you know, I will certainly put you to death."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin
-Woodman. "It would be an awful thing to kill
-anyone&mdash;even old Mombi!"</p>
-
-<p>"But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I
-shall not put Mombi to death, because she will prefer
-to tell me the truth."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, I see!" said the tin man, much relieved.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,"
-said Mombi, speaking so suddenly that she startled
-them all. "What will you do with me then?"</p>
-
-<p>"In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask
-you to drink a powerful draught which will cause
-you to forget all the magic you have ever learned."</p>
-
-<p>"Then I would become a helpless old woman!"</p>
-
-<p>"But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead,
-consolingly.</p>
-
-<p>"Do try to keep silent!" said Tip, nervously.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll try," responded Jack; "but you will admit
-that it's a good thing to be alive."</p>
-
-<p>"Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated,"
-added the Woggle-Bug, nodding approval.</p>
-
-<p>"You may make your choice," Glinda said to old
-Mombi, "between death if you remain silent, and
-the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the
-truth. But I think you will prefer to live."</p>
-
-<p>Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and
-saw that she was in earnest, and not to be trifled
-with. So she replied, slowly:</p>
-
-<p>"I will answer your questions."</p>
-
-<p>"That is what I expected," said Glinda, pleasantly.
-"You have chosen wisely, I assure you."</p>
-
-<p>She then motioned to one of her Captains, who
-brought her a beautiful golden casket. From this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span>
-the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl, attached
-to a slender chain which she placed around her neck
-in such a way that the pearl rested upon her bosom,
-directly over her heart.</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said she, "I will ask my first question:
-Why did the Wizard pay you three visits?"</p>
-
-<p>"Because I would not come to him," answered
-Mombi.</p>
-
-<p>"That is no answer," said Glinda, sternly. "Tell
-me the truth."</p>
-
-<p>"Well," returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, "he
-visited me to learn the way I make tea-biscuits."</p>
-
-<p>"Look up!" commanded the Sorceress.</p>
-
-<p>Mombi obeyed.</p>
-
-<p>"What is the color of my pearl?" demanded Glinda.</p>
-
-<p>"Why&mdash;it is black!" replied the old Witch, in a
-tone of wonder.</p>
-
-<p>"Then you have told me a falsehood!" cried
-Glinda, angrily. "Only when the truth is spoken will
-my magic pearl remain a pure white in color."</p>
-
-<p>Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive
-the Sorceress; so she said, meanwhile scowling
-at her defeat:</p>
-
-<p>"The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who
-was then no more than a baby, and begged me to
-conceal the child."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"That is what I thought," declared Glinda, calmly.
-"What did he give you for thus serving him?"</p>
-
-<p>"He taught me all the magical tricks he knew.
-Some were good tricks, and some were only frauds;
-but I have remained faithful to my promise."</p>
-
-<p>"What did you do with the girl?" asked Glinda;
-and at this question everyone bent forward and listened
-eagerly for the reply.</p>
-
-<p>"I enchanted her," answered Mombi.</p>
-
-<p>"In what way?"</p>
-
-<p>"I transformed her into&mdash;into&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Into what?" demanded Glinda, as the Witch
-hesitated.</p>
-
-<p>"<em>Into a boy!</em>" said Mombi, in a low tone.</p>
-
-<p>"A boy!" echoed every voice; and then, because
-they knew that this old woman had reared Tip from
-childhood, all eyes were turned to where the boy stood.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said the old Witch, nodding her head; "that
-is the Princess Ozma&mdash;the child brought to me by
-the Wizard who stole her father's throne. That is
-the rightful ruler of the Emerald City!" and she
-pointed her long bony finger straight at the boy.</p>
-
-<p>"I!" cried Tip, in amazement. "Why, I'm no
-Princess Ozma&mdash;I'm not a girl!"</p>
-
-<p>Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his
-small brown hand within her dainty white one.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_265.jpg" width="414" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>MOMBI POINTED HER LONG, BONY FINGER AT THE BOY.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You are not a girl just now," said she, gently,
-"because Mombi transformed you into a boy. But
-you were born a girl, and also a Princess; so you
-must resume your proper form, that you may become
-Queen of the Emerald City."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!" exclaimed Tip,
-ready to cry. "I want to stay a boy, and travel with the
-Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the Woggle-Bug,
-and Jack&mdash;yes! and my friend the Saw-Horse&mdash;and
-the Gump! I don't want to be a girl!"</p>
-
-<p>"Never mind, old chap," said the Tin Woodman,
-soothingly; "it don't hurt to be a girl, I'm told; and
-we will all remain your faithful friends just the same.
-And, to be honest with you, I've always considered
-girls nicer than boys."</p>
-
-<p>"They're just as nice, anyway," added the Scarecrow,
-patting Tip affectionately upon the head.</p>
-
-<p>"And they are equally good students," proclaimed
-the Woggle-Bug. "I should like to become your
-tutor, when you are transformed into a girl again."</p>
-
-<p>"But&mdash;see here!" said Jack Pumpkinhead, with
-a gasp: "if you become a girl, you can't be my dear
-father any more!"</p>
-
-<p>"No," answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety;
-"and I shall not be sorry to escape the relationship."
-Then he added, hesitatingly, as he turned to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>
-Glinda: "I might try it for awhile,&mdash;just to see how
-it seems, you know. But if I don't like being a girl
-you must promise to change me into a boy again."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_267.jpg" width="450" height="464" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>"Really," said the Sorceress, "that is beyond my
-magic. I never deal in transformations, for they are
-not honest, and no respectable sorceress likes to make
-things appear to be what they are not. Only unscrupulous
-witches use the art, and therefore I must
-ask Mombi to effect your release from her charm,
-and restore you to your proper form. It will be the
-last opportunity she will have to practice magic."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Now that the truth about Princess Ozma had been
-discovered, Mombi did not care what became of Tip;
-but she feared Glinda's anger, and the boy generously
-promised to provide for Mombi in her old age if he
-became the ruler of the Emerald City. So the Witch
-consented to effect the transformation, and preparations
-for the event were at once made.</p>
-
-<p>Glinda ordered her own royal couch to be placed
-in the center of the tent. It was piled high with
-cushions covered with rose-colored silk, and from a
-golden railing above hung many folds of pink gossamer,
-completely concealing the interior of the couch.</p>
-
-<p>The first act of the Witch was to make the boy
-drink a potion which quickly sent him into a deep
-and dreamless sleep. Then the Tin Woodman and
-the Woggle-Bug bore him gently to the couch, placed
-him upon the soft cushions, and drew the gossamer
-hangings to shut him from all earthly view.</p>
-
-<p>The Witch squatted upon the ground and kindled
-a tiny fire of dried herbs, which she drew from her
-bosom. When the blaze shot up and burned clearly
-old Mombi scattered a handful of magical powder
-over the fire, which straightway gave off a rich violet
-vapor, filling all the tent with its fragrance and
-forcing the Saw-Horse to sneeze&mdash;although he had
-been warned to keep quiet.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_269.jpg" width="399" height="520" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p>MOMBI AT HER MAGICAL INCANTATIONS.</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Then, while the others watched her curiously, the
-hag chanted a rhythmical verse in words which no one
-understood, and bent her lean body seven times back
-and forth over the fire. And now the incantation
-seemed complete, for the Witch stood upright and
-cried the one word "Yeowa!" in a loud voice.</p>
-
-<p>The vapor floated away; the atmosphere became
-clear again; a whiff of fresh air filled the tent, and
-the pink curtains of the couch trembled slightly, as
-if stirred from within.</p>
-
-<p>Glinda walked to the canopy and parted the silken
-hangings. Then she bent over the cushions, reached
-out her hand, and from the couch arose the form of
-a young girl, fresh and beautiful as a May morning.
-Her eyes sparkled as two diamonds, and her lips were
-tinted like a tourmaline. All adown her back floated
-tresses of ruddy gold, with a slender jeweled circlet
-confining them at the brow. Her robes of silken
-gauze floated around her like a cloud, and dainty
-satin slippers shod her feet.</p>
-
-<p>At this exquisite vision Tip's old comrades stared
-in wonder for the space of a full minute, and then
-every head bent low in honest admiration of the
-lovely Princess Ozma. The girl herself cast one
-look into Glinda's bright face, which glowed with
-pleasure and satisfaction, and then turned upon the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span>
-others. Speaking the words with sweet diffidence,
-she said:</p>
-
-<p>"I hope none of you will care less for me than
-you did before. I'm just the same Tip, you know;
-only&mdash;only&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Only you're different!" said the Pumpkinhead;
-and everyone thought it was the wisest speech he
-had ever made.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_271.jpg" width="300" height="410" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272"></a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_272.jpg" width="559" height="500" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 560px;"><a name="THE_RICHES_OF_CONTENT" id="THE_RICHES_OF_CONTENT"></a>
-<img src="images/i_273.jpg" width="560" height="348" alt="The Riches of Content" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p>When the wonderful tidings reached the ears of
-Queen Jinjur&mdash;how Mombi the Witch had been captured;
-how she had confessed her crime to Glinda;
-and how the long-lost Princess Ozma had been discovered
-in no less a personage than the boy Tip&mdash;she
-wept real tears of grief and despair.</p>
-
-<p>"To think," she moaned, "that after having ruled
-as Queen, and lived in a palace, I must go back to
-scrubbing floors and churning butter again! It is
-too horrible to think of! I will never consent!"</p>
-
-<p>So when her soldiers, who spent most of their time
-making fudge in the palace kitchens, counseled Jinjur
-to resist, she listened to their foolish prattle and
-sent a sharp defiance to Glinda the Good and the
-Princess Ozma. The result was a declaration of war,
-and the very next day Glinda marched upon the Emerald
-City with pennants flying and bands playing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span>
-and a forest of shining spears sparkling brightly
-beneath the sun's rays.</p>
-
-<p>But when it came to the walls this brave assembly
-made a sudden halt; for Jinjur had closed and barred
-every gateway, and the walls of the Emerald City
-were builded high and thick with many blocks of
-green marble. Finding her advance thus baffled,
-Glinda bent her brows in deep thought, while the
-Woggle-Bug said, in his most positive tone:</p>
-
-<p>"We must lay siege to the city, and starve it into
-submission. It is the only thing we can do."</p>
-
-<p>"Not so," answered the Scarecrow. "We still
-have the Gump, and the Gump can still fly."</p>
-
-<p>The Sorceress turned quickly at this speech, and
-her face now wore a bright smile.</p>
-
-<p>"You are right," she exclaimed, "and certainly
-have reason to be proud of your brains. Let us go
-to the Gump at once!"</p>
-
-<p>So they passed through the ranks of the army until
-they came to the place, near the Scarecrow's tent,
-where the Gump lay. Glinda and Princess Ozma
-mounted first, and sat upon the sofas. Then the
-Scarecrow and his friends climbed aboard, and still
-there was room for a Captain and three soldiers,
-which Glinda considered sufficient for a guard.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_275.jpg" width="560" height="502" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer
-Thing they had called the Gump flopped its palm-leaf
-wings and rose into the air, carrying the party
-of adventurers high above the walls. They hovered
-over the palace, and soon perceived Jinjur reclining
-in a hammock in the courtyard, where she was
-comfortably reading a novel with a green cover and
-eating green chocolates, confident that the walls
-would protect her from her enemies. Obeying a
-quick command, the Gump alighted safely in this
-very courtyard, and before Jinjur had time to do
-more than scream, the Captain and three soldiers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span>
-leaped out and made the former Queen a prisoner,
-locking strong chains upon both her wrists.</p>
-
-<p>That act really ended the war; for the Army of
-Revolt submitted as soon as they knew Jinjur to be a
-captive, and the Captain marched in safety through the
-streets and up to the gates of the city, which she
-threw wide open. Then the bands played their
-most stirring music while Glinda's army marched
-into the city, and heralds proclaimed the conquest
-of the audacious Jinjur and the accession of the
-beautiful Princess Ozma to the throne of her royal
-ancestors.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_276.jpg" width="538" height="350" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p>At once the men of the Emerald City cast off
-their aprons. And it is said that the women were
-so tired eating of their husbands' cooking that they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>
-all hailed the conquest of Jinjur with joy. Certain
-it is that, rushing one and all to the kitchens of their
-houses, the good wives prepared so delicious a feast
-for the weary men that harmony was immediately
-restored in every family.</p>
-
-<p>Ozma's first act was to oblige the Army of Revolt
-to return to her every emerald or other gem stolen
-from the public streets and buildings; and so great
-was the number of precious stones picked from their
-settings by these vain girls, that every one of the
-royal jewelers worked steadily for more than a
-month to replace them in their settings.</p>
-
-<p>Meantime the Army of Revolt was disbanded and
-the girls sent home to their mothers. On promise
-of good behavior Jinjur was likewise released.</p>
-
-<p>Ozma made the loveliest Queen the Emerald City
-had ever known; and, although she was so young
-and inexperienced, she ruled her people with wisdom
-and justice. For Glinda gave her good advice on all
-occasions; and the Woggle-Bug, who was appointed
-to the important post of Public Educator, was quite
-helpful to Ozma when her royal duties grew perplexing.</p>
-
-<p>The girl, in her gratitude to the Gump for its
-services, offered the creature any reward it might
-name.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Then," replied the Gump, "please take me to
-pieces. I did not wish to be brought to life, and I
-am greatly ashamed of my conglomerate personality.
-Once I was a monarch of the forest, as my antlers
-fully prove; but now, in my present upholstered
-condition of servitude, I am compelled to fly through
-the air&mdash;my legs being of no use to me whatever.
-Therefore I beg to be dispersed."</p>
-
-<p>So Ozma ordered the Gump taken apart. The
-antlered head was again hung over the mantle-piece
-in the hall, and the sofas were untied and placed in
-the reception parlors. The broom tail resumed its
-accustomed duties in the kitchen, and finally, the
-Scarecrow replaced all the clotheslines and ropes on
-the pegs from which he had taken them on the eventful
-day when the Thing was constructed.</p>
-
-<p>You might think that was the end of the Gump;
-and so it was, as a flying-machine. But the head
-over the mantle-piece continued to talk whenever
-it took a notion to do so, and it frequently startled,
-with its abrupt questions, the people who waited in
-the hall for an audience with the Queen.</p>
-
-<p>The Saw-Horse, being Ozma's personal property,
-was tenderly cared for; and often she rode the queer
-creature along the streets of the Emerald City. She
-had its wooden legs shod with gold, to keep them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>
-from wearing out, and the tinkle of these golden
-shoes upon the pavement always filled the Queen's
-subjects with awe as they thought upon this evidence
-of her magical powers.</p>
-
-<p>"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful
-as Queen Ozma," the people said to one another,
-in whispers; "for he claimed to do many things he
-could not do; whereas our new Queen does many
-things no one would ever expect her to accomplish."</p>
-
-<p>Jack Pumpkinhead remained with Ozma to the
-end of his days; and he did not spoil as soon as he
-had feared, although he always remained as stupid
-as ever. The Woggle-Bug tried to teach him several
-arts and sciences; but Jack was so poor a student
-that any attempt to educate him was soon abandoned.</p>
-
-<p>After Glinda's army had marched back home, and
-peace was restored to the Emerald City, the Tin
-Woodman announced his intention to return to his
-own Kingdom of the Winkies.</p>
-
-<p>"It isn't a very big Kingdom," said he to Ozma,
-"but for that very reason it is easier to rule; and I have
-called myself an Emperor because I am an Absolute
-Monarch, and no one interferes in any way with my
-conduct of public or personal affairs. When I get
-home I shall have a new coat of nickel plate; for I
-have become somewhat marred and scratched lately;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>
-and then I shall be glad to have you pay me a visit."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you," replied Ozma. "Some day I may
-accept the invitation. But what is to become of the
-Scarecrow?"</p>
-
-<p>"I shall return with my friend the Tin Woodman,"
-said the stuffed one, seriously. "We have decided
-never to be parted in the future."</p>
-
-<p>"And I have made the Scarecrow my Royal
-Treasurer," explained the Tin Woodman. "For it
-has occurred to me that it is a good thing to have
-a Royal Treasurer who is made of money. What do
-you think?"</p>
-
-<p>"I think," said the little Queen, smiling, "that
-your friend must be the richest man in all the world."</p>
-
-<p>"I am," returned the Scarecrow; "but not on
-account of my money. For I consider brains far
-superior to money, in every way. You may have
-noticed that if one has money without brains, he
-cannot use it to advantage; but if one has brains
-without money, they will enable him to live comfortably
-to the end of his days."</p>
-
-<p>"At the same time," declared the Tin Woodman,
-"you must acknowledge that a good heart is a thing
-that brains can not create, and that money can not
-buy. Perhaps, after all, it is I who am the richest
-man in all the world."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You are both rich, my friends," said Ozma, gently;
-"and your riches are the only riches worth having&mdash;the
-riches of content!"</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_281.jpg" width="353" height="500" alt="THE END" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282"></a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_283.jpg" width="500" height="40" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="p3a"><span class="small70">BY</span><br />
-
-L. FRANK BAUM</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Wizard of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="center">[Originally published as <em>The Wonderful Wizard of Oz</em>]</p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">I</span>t is in this book that Oz is "discovered." A little Kansas girl&mdash;Dorothy
-Gale&mdash;is carried in her house to Oz when a cyclone whisks it through
-the sky. As the house lands in the Munchkin Country (one of the four great
-countries of Oz) it destroys a wicked witch and sends Dorothy off on her first
-adventure in Oz. She finds the Scarecrow, meets the Tin Woodman and the
-Cowardly Lion, melts a second wicked witch with a pail of water and finds her
-way home. Since this book appeared a half-century ago, we have learned many
-marvelous things about the Land of Oz.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Land of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="center">[Originally published as <em>The Marvelous Land of Oz</em>]</p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">T</span>his sequel to <em>The Wizard of Oz</em> deals entirely with the early
-history of Oz. No one from the United States or any other part of the "great
-outside world" appears in it. It takes its readers on a series of incredible adventures
-with Tip, a small boy who runs away from old Mombi, the witch, taking
-with him Jack Pumpkinhead and the wooden Saw-Horse. The Scarecrow is King
-of the Emerald City until he, Tip, Jack, and the Tin Woodman are forced to
-flee the royal palace when it is invaded by General Jinjur and her army of rebelling
-girls. The <em>Land of Oz</em> ends with an amazing surprise, and from that
-moment on Ozma is princess of all Oz.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>Ozma of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">F</span>ew of the Oz books are as crowded with exciting Oz happenings
-as this one. Not only does it bring Dorothy back to Oz on her second visit,
-but it introduces Dorothy to Ozma, relates Ozma's first important adventure,
-and introduces for the first time such famous Oz characters as Tik-Tok, the mechanical
-man, Billina the hen, the Hungry Tiger, and&mdash;<em>the Nome King</em>! Most
-of the adventures in this book take place outside Oz, in the Land of Ev and
-the Nome Kingdom. Scarcely a page fails to quiver with excitement, magic and
-adventure.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">O</span>f course, everyone always predicted it would happen! And in
-this book it does&mdash;the Wizard comes back to Oz to stay. Best of all, he comes
-with Dorothy, who is having adventure number three that leads her to Oz, this
-time via a California earthquake. In this book we meet Dorothy's pink kitten,
-Eureka, whose manners need adjusting badly, and two good friends who we
-are sorry did not remain in Oz&mdash;Jim the cabhorse, and Zeb, Dorothy's young
-cousin, who works on a ranch as a hired boy.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Road to Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">W</span>e like to think of this volume as "The Party Book of Oz."
-Almost everyone loves a party, and when Ozma has a birthday party with
-notables from every part of fairyland attending&mdash;well! It is just like attending
-Ozma's party in person. You meet the famous of Oz, and lots of others, such as
-Queen Zixi of Ix, John Dough, Chick the Cherub, the Queen of Merryland, Para
-Bruin the rubber bear and&mdash;best of all&mdash;Santa Claus himself! Of course there
-are lots of adventures on that famous road to Oz before the party, during which
-Dorothy, on her way to Oz for the fourth time, meets such heart-warming characters
-as the Shaggy Man, Button-Bright, and lovely Polychrome, daughter of
-the rainbow.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Emerald City of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">H</span>ere is a "double" story of Oz. While Dorothy, her Aunt Em
-and Uncle Henry experience the events that lead to their going to Oz to make
-their home in the Emerald City, the wicked Nome King is plotting to conquer
-Oz and enslave its people. Later we go with Dorothy and her friends in the
-Red Wagon on a grand tour of Oz that is simply packed with excitement and
-events. While this transpires, we learn also of the Nome King's elaborate preparations
-to conquer Oz. As Dorothy and her friends return to the Emerald City,
-the Nome King and his hordes of warriors are about to invade it. How Oz is
-saved is an ending that will amaze and delight you.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Patchwork Girl of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">H</span>ere, the Patchwork Girl is brought to life by Dr. Pipt's magic
-Powder of Life. From that moment on the action never slows down in this
-exciting book. It tells of Ojo's quest for the strange ingredients necessary to
-brew a magic liquid that will release his Unk Nunkie from a spell&mdash;the spell
-cast by the Liquid of Petrifaction, which has turned him into a marble statue.
-In addition to the Patchwork Girl, Ojo and Unk Nunkie, this book introduces
-those famous Oz creatures, the Woozy, and Bungle the glass cat. Oz certainly
-has become a merrier, happier land since the Patchwork Girl came to life, and
-this is the book that tells how Scraps came to be made, how she was brought
-to life, and all about her early adventures.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>Tik-Tok of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">F</span>or the second time a little girl from the United States comes
-to Oz. Betsy Bobbin is shipwrecked in the Nonestic Ocean with her friend Hank
-the mule. The two drift to shore in the Rose Kingdom on a fragment of wreckage.
-Betsy meets the Shaggy Man and accompanies him to the Nome Kingdom,
-where Shaggy hopes to release his brother, a prisoner of the Nome King. On<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
-their way to the Nome Kingdom, one fascinating adventure follows another.
-They meet Queen Ann Soforth of Oogaboo and her army, and lovely Polychrome,
-who had lost her rainbow again; they rescue Tik-Tok from a well; and
-are dropped through a Hollow Tube to the other side of the world where they
-meet Quox, the dragon. You'll find it one of the most exciting of all the Oz books.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Scarecrow of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">T</span>his is the Oz book which L. Frank Baum considered his best.
-It starts quietly enough with Trot and Cap'n Bill rowing along a shore of the
-Pacific Ocean to visit one of the many caves near their home on the California
-coast. Suddenly, a mighty whirlpool engulfs them. The old sailorman and the
-little girl are miraculously saved and regain consciousness to find themselves in
-a sea cavern. (To this day, Trot asserts she felt mermaid arms about her during
-those terrible moments under water.) From here on, one perilous adventure
-crowds in upon another. In Jinxland they meet the Scarecrow who takes charge
-of things once Cap'n Bill is transformed into a tiny grasshopper with a wooden
-leg. An exciting royal reception greets the adventurers upon their return to the
-Emerald City.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>Rinkitink in Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">P</span>rince Inga of Pingaree is the boy hero of this fine story of
-peril-filled adventure in the islands of the Nonestic Ocean. King Rinkitink provides
-comic relief, and by the time you reach the final page you will love this
-fat, jolly little king. Bilbil the goat, with his surly disposition, provides a fine
-contrast to Rinkitink's merriment and Prince Inga's bravery and courage in the
-face of danger. Some may say that the three magic pearls are the real heroes
-of this story, but the pearls would have been of little use to King Kitticut and
-Queen Garee if Prince Inga hadn't used them wisely and courageously.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Lost Princess of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">T</span>alk about <em>Button-Bright</em> getting lost&mdash;<em>Ozma</em> is almost as bad!
-This is actually the second time Ozma has been lost. As you know, once she was
-"lost" for many years. But in this book she is lost for only a short time. As soon
-as it is discovered that the ruler of Oz is lost&mdash;and with her all the important
-magical instruments in Oz&mdash;search parties, one for each of the four countries
-of Oz, set out to find her. We follow the adventures of the party headed by
-Dorothy and the Wizard, who explore unknown parts of the Winkie Country in
-search of Ozma. How Ozma is found, and where she has been, will surprise you.
-Frogman, a new character, is introduced in this book.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Tin Woodman of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">W</span>oot the Wanderer causes this chapter of Oz history to transpire.
-When Woot wanders into the splendid tin castle of Nick Chopper, the Tin
-Woodman and Emperor of the Winkies, he meets the Scarecrow, who is visiting
-his old friend. The Tin Woodman tells Woot the story of how he had once been
-a flesh-and-blood woodman in love with a maiden named Nimmie Aimee. Woot
-suggests that since the Tin Woodman now has a kind and loving heart, it is his
-duty to find Nimmie Aimee and make her Empress of the Winkies. The Scarecrow
-agrees, so the three set off to search for the girl. No less surprising than the
-adventures encountered on the journey is Nimmie Aimee's reception of her
-former suitor.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>The Magic of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">O</span>ld Ruggedo, the former Nome King, comes to Oz for the
-second time, and makes more trouble than he did on his first visit. Ruggedo
-never gives up the idea of conquering Oz, and this time he has the advantage
-of being in the country without Ozma's knowledge. Also, he has the magic and
-somewhat grudging help of Kiki Aru, the Munchkin boy who is illegally practicing
-the art. If you like magic, then this is a book for you. There's magic on
-every page, and everyone in the story eventually is transformed into something<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>
-else, or bewitched in one way or another. Even the wild animals in the great
-Forest of Gugu do not escape.</p>
-
-
-<p class="big"><em>Glinda of Oz</em></p>
-
-<p class="p4c"><span class="fontsize">T</span>his is the last Oz book written by L. Frank Baum. It is one of
-the best in the series, with Dorothy, Ozma, and Glinda in an adventure that
-takes them to an amazing crystal-domed city on an enchanted island. This island
-is situated in a lake in the Gillikin Country. Ozma and Glinda are confronted
-by powerful magic and determined enemies. For a time Dorothy and Ozma
-are prisoners in the crystal-domed city which is able to submerge below the
-surface of the lake. Few of the Oz books equal this one in suspense and mystery&mdash;a
-story that is truly "out of this world."</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/i_288.jpg" width="400" height="333" alt="" />
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author	nfenwick <nfenwick@pglaf.org>	2025-02-06 19:33:44 -0800
committer	nfenwick <nfenwick@pglaf.org>	2025-02-06 19:33:44 -0800
commit	172e2e80d18d9f4e74e66f43eefe662ff0710131 (patch)
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