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Frank Baum - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Land of Oz - -Author: L. Frank Baum - -Illustrator: John Neill - -Release Date: December 30, 2016 [EBook #53844] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAND OF OZ *** - - - - -Produced by Jane Robins and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="473" height="700" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h1><span class="small80">The</span><br /> -Land of Oz<br /> - -<span class="small50">by</span><br /> - -<span class="small70">L. Frank Baum</span></h1> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;"> -<img src="images/i_000b.jpg" width="387" height="560" alt="" /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 388px;"> -<img src="images/i_000c.jpg" width="388" height="560" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chapter" /> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000d.jpg" width="560" height="352" alt="The Famous Oz Books" /> -</div> - - -<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—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 & LEE CO.</span> <span class="mleft2"><em>Publishers</em></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000e.jpg" width="384" height="520" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000f.jpg" width="155" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chapter" /> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000g.jpg" width="404" height="520" alt="The Land of Oz" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<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> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000i.jpg" width="363" height="520" alt="The Land of Oz" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000j.jpg" width="412" height="520" alt="Copyright 1904" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chapter" /> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="big020"> -<img src="images/i_000kbig.png" class="big020" alt="" /> -<div class="big020a"> - -<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,—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.</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> - </div> - </div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_000l.jpg" width="451" height="520" alt="" /> -</div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="big050"> -<img src="images/i_000mbig.png" class="big050" alt="" /> -<div class="big050a"> - -<p class="p8">LIST OF CHAPTERS</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tbody> -<tr> - <td class="tdl"> </td> - <td class="tdr"> PAGE</td> -</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—if the mood seized him—<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—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<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—to buy groceries, -she said—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,—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<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,—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—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—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—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!—he lives!—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—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—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—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—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—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.</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—my -parent—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—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—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,—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—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—for -nothing seemed to surprise him—"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—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—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—running faster than he -ever had before in his life—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—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—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—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:</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—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—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—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—which you most certainly are."</p> - -<p>"I am!—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—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—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—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—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—to dethrone the -Scarecrow King—to acquire thousands -of gorgeous gems—to rifle -the royal treasury—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—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—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—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—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—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—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."</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!—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—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—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—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—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.</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—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—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 antennæ 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—may I say remarkable?—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.'—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."</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—even respectfully—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—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—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—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."</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—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—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.</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—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—" -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—the -boy being the only one that seemed to tire—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—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—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—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—"</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—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—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—or even out of straw—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—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.—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—as they all are in the -Land of Oz—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—bottom side up—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—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<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—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,<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—(all -except his head)—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—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?"</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—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—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—I don't know!" answered Tip. "O—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—perhaps because -Woggle-Bugs have stronger stomachs than boys—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—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—which was -Glinda's private Body Guard—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—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—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—let me ask—could -he have hidden this girl Ozma so securely that no -one can find her?"</p> - -<p>"I—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—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—" 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—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—tearing the -silk asunder in her rush—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—run—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—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—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—into—"</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—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—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—yes! and my friend the Saw-Horse—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—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,—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—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—only—"</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—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.</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—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—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—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.</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—<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—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.</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—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.</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—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—<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—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.</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—a -story that is truly "out of this world."</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_288.jpg" width="400" height="333" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_290a.jpg" width="376" height="550" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_290b.jpg" width="374" height="550" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_291.jpg" width="400" height="544" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<div class="transnote"> -<p class="p1b">Transcriber notes:</p> - -<p>P.<a href="#Page_6">6</a>. 'ecstacy.' changed to 'ecstasy.'</p> -<p>P.<a href="#Page_208">208</a>. 'nickle-plate' changed to 'nickel-plate'</p> -<p>P.<a href="#Page_285">285</a>. 'Liquid of Petrefaction' changed to 'Liquid of Petrifaction'.</p> -<p>Taken hypen out of pumpkinhead or pumpkinheads.</p> -<p>Fixed various punctuation.</p> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Land of Oz, by L. 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