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<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MARVELLOUS LAND OF OZ ***</div>
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<h1>The Marvelous Land of Oz</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">by L. Frank Baum</h2>
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<h2>Author’s Note</h2>
<p>
After the publication of “The Wonderful Wizard of OZ” I began to
receive letters from children, telling me of their pleasure in reading the
story and asking me to “write something more” about the Scarecrow
and the Tin Woodman. At first I considered these little letters, frank and
earnest though they were, in the light of pretty compliments; but the letters
continued to come during succeeding months, and even years.
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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 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.
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And now, although pleading guilty to long delay, I have kept my promise in this
book.
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L. FRANK BAUM.
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Chicago, June, 1904
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To those excellent good fellows and comedians David C. Montgomery and Frank A.
Stone whose clever personations of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow have
delighted thousands of children throughout the land, this book is gratefully
dedicated by THE AUTHOR
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<h2>LIST OF CHAPTERS</h2>
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<td> <a href="#chap01">Tip Manufactures Pumpkinhead</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap02">The Marvelous Powder of Life</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap03">The Flight of the Fugitives</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap04">Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap05">The Awakening of the Saw-horse</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap06">Jack Pumpkinhead’s Ride to the Emerald City</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap07">His Majesty the Scarecrow</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap08">Gen. Jinjur’s Army of Revolt</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap09">The Scarecrow Plans an escape</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap11">A Nickel-Plated Emperor</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap12">Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap13">A Highly Magnified History</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap14">Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap15">The Prisoners of the Queen</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap16">The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap17">The Astonishing Flight of the Gump</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap18">In the Jackdaw’s Nest</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap19">Dr. Nikidik’s Famous Wishing Pills</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap20">The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda the Good</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap21">The Tin-Woodman Plucks a Rose</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap22">The Transformation of Old Mombi</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap23">Princess Ozma of Oz</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap24">The Riches of Content</a></td>
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Tip Manufactures a Pumpkinhead</h2>
<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.
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Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part of
the Land of Oz had forbidden any other Witch to exist in her dominions. So
Tip’s guardian, however much she might aspire to working magic, realized
it was unlawful to be more than a Sorceress, or at most a Wizardess.
</p>
<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—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>
<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>
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<img src="images/image017.jpg" alt="image017" width="100%" /><br/>
<a href="images/image017.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</div>
<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 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>
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<img src="images/image019.jpg" alt="image019" width="100%" />
</div>
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<a href="images/image019.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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 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 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 ecstacy.
</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>
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<img src="images/image023.jpg" alt="image023" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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</h5>
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</div>
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap02"></a>
The Marvelous Powder of Life</h2>
<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 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. Having in this way secured three new recipes, four
magical powders and a selection of herbs of wonderful power and potency, she
hobbled home as fast as she could, in order to test her new sorceries.
</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 <i>good!</i>
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>
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 generally 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:
</p>
<p>
“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>
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<img src="images/image029.jpg" alt="image029" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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 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>
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 pumpkinheaded 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>
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<img src="images/image032.jpg" alt="image032" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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>
“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 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, domeshaped 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 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>
“I don’t want to be a marble statue!” he protested.
</p>
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<img src="images/image037.jpg" alt="image037" width="100%" />
</div>
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<a href="images/image037.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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 mutttered, 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>
“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>
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<img src="images/image038.jpg" alt="image038" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image039.jpg" alt="image039" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap03"></a>
The Flight of the Fugitives</h2>
<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.” 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>
“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>
He retraced his steps to the cow-stable and opened the door of the stall where
the pumpkin-headed man had been left.
</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.
</p>
<p>
“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>
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<img src="images/image041.jpg" alt="image041" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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
would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone, or where to seek
them.
</p>
<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.
“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>
<div class="figright" style="width:15%;">
<img src="images/image043.jpg" alt="image043" width="100%" /><br/>
<a href="images/image043.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</div>
<p>
“Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and ears
and 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 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>
“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 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>
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<img src="images/image047.jpg" alt="image047" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image049.jpg" alt="image049" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap04"></a>
Tip Makes an Experiment in Magic</h2>
<p>
The boy, small and rather delicate in appearance seemed somewhat embarrassed at
being called “father” by the tall, awkward, pumpkinheaded 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 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 sawhorse that some woodcutter had left there.
</p>
<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>
<div class="figright" style="width:15%;">
<img src="images/image050.jpg" alt="image050" width="100%" /><br/>
<a href="images/image050.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</div>
<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.” Tip
looked at the saw-horse more carefully, and found that the Pumpkinhead was
right. The body had been formed from a tree-trunk, and a branch had been left
sticking up at one end that looked very much like a tail. In the other end were
two big knots that resembled eyes, and a place had been chopped away that might
easily be mistaken for the horse’s mouth. As for the legs, they were four
straight limbs cut from trees and stuck fast into the body, being spread wide
apart so that the saw-horse would stand firmly when a log was laid across it to
be sawed.
</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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image053.jpg" alt="image053" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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>
“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>
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image056.jpg" alt="image056" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image057.jpg" alt="image057" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap05"></a>
The Awakening of the Saw-horse</h2>
<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>
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>
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>
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 <i>thinking</i> 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>
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 foot-steps.
</p>
<p>
“Whoa!” shouted Tip, picking himself up; “whoa! you idiot
whoa!” The Saw-Horse would probably have paid no attention to this, but
just then it stepped a leg into a gopher-hole and stumbled head-over-heels to
the ground, where it lay upon its back, frantically waving its four legs in the
air.
</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>
“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>
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<img src="images/image062.jpg" alt="image062" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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>
“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 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>
<p>
“Stop! Stop!” shouted the horse; “you’re jarring me
terribly.”
</p>
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<img src="images/image065.jpg" alt="image065" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image067.jpg" alt="image067" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<p>
After journeying on for some distance the narrow path they were following
turned into a broad roadway, 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>
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<img src="images/image069.jpg" alt="image069" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image069.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
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<img src="images/image070.jpg" alt="image070" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image070.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image071.jpg" alt="image071" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image071.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap06"></a>
Jack Pumpkinhead’s Ride to the Emerald City</h2>
<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.” 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>
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 you can ride
him across. As for the pumpkinheaded loon who accompanies you, let him sink or
swim it won’t matter greatly which.”
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image073.jpg" alt="image073" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image073.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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 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>
“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="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image075.jpg" alt="image075" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image075.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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, 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 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 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>
“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 gateway 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>
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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image081.jpg" alt="image081" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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, 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 entered
the room and saw for the first time His Majesty the Scarecrow seated upon his
glittering throne, he stopped short in amazement.
</p>
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<img src="images/image084.jpg" alt="image084" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image085.jpg" alt="image085" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image085.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap07"></a>
His Majesty the Scarecrow</h2>
<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 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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image087.jpg" alt="image087" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image087.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<p>
The King was the first to speak. After regarding 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>
“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 <i>you</i> 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 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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image090.jpg" alt="image090" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image090.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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.” 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 jackknife, 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>
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
<i>he</i> 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>
“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>
“He asked if you were aware that one of your eyes is painted larger than
the other,” said the girl, mischievously.
</p>
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<img src="images/image093.jpg" alt="image093" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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 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>
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<img src="images/image097.jpg" alt="image097" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image097.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
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<img src="images/image098.jpg" alt="image098" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image098.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
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<img src="images/image099.jpg" alt="image099" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image099.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap08"></a>
Gen. Jinjur’s Army of Revolt</h2>
<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 the waist in front were four
buttons—the top one blue, the next yellow, a third red and the last
purple.
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image100.jpg" alt="image100" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image100.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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
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>
“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.
</p>
<p>
“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 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 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>
<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>
<div class="figright" style="width:15%;">
<img src="images/image105.jpg" alt="image105" width="100%" /><br/>
<a href="images/image105.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</div>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image106.jpg" alt="image106" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image106.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image107.jpg" alt="image107" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image107.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
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>
<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>
“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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image109.jpg" alt="image109" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image109.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
Followed by her Army the General now rushed to the gateway, where she was
confronted by the Royal Army of Oz—which was the other name for the
Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
</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 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="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image111.jpg" alt="image111" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image111.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image112.jpg" alt="image112" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image112.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image113.jpg" alt="image113" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image113.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
</div><!--end chapter-->
<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap09"></a>
The Scarecrow Plans an escape</h2>
<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>
“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>
“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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image116.jpg" alt="image116" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image116.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<p>
“Where can you go?” asked Jack Pumpkinhead.
</p>
<p>
“Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who rules over the Winkies, and calls
himself their Emperor,” was the answer. “I am sure he will protect
me.”
</p>
<p>
Tip was looking out the window.
</p>
<p>
“The palace is surrounded by the enemy,” said 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 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. “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>
“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>
“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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image121.jpg" alt="image121" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image121.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
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>
“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="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image123.jpg" alt="image123" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image123.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image124.jpg" alt="image124" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image124.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image125.jpg" alt="image125" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image125.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
</div><!--end chapter-->
<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap10"></a>
The Journey to the Tin Woodman</h2>
<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 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, 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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image128.jpg" alt="image128" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image128.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
“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>
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>
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<img src="images/image131.jpg" alt="image131" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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 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 style="width: 45%;" />
<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>
“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 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>
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</h5>
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</h5>
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap11"></a>
A Nickel-Plated Emperor</h2>
<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 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 his 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>
“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>
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 the large painting of the
famous Wizard of Oz, in 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>
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<img src="images/image141.jpg" alt="image141" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<p>
“My dear old friend! My noble comrade!” cried the Tin Woodman,
joyfully. “how delighted! I am to meet you once again.”
</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>
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<img src="images/image143.jpg" alt="image143" width="100%" />
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</h5>
<p>
“I thank your Majesty,” said Jack, humbly.
</p>
<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 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>
“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>
“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>
“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>
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<img src="images/image146.jpg" alt="image146" width="100%" />
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</h5>
<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 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>
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<img src="images/image149.jpg" alt="image149" width="100%" />
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<h5>
<a href="images/image149.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
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<img src="images/image150.jpg" alt="image150" width="100%" />
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</h5>
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<img src="images/image151.jpg" alt="image152" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
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</h5>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap12"></a>
Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.</h2>
<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 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 and every
step of this Journey, 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 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 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>
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 witch-craft 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>
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<img src="images/image156.jpg" alt="image156" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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>
“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>
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</h5>
<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 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>
<div class="fig" style="width:50%;">
<img src="images/image159.jpg" alt="image159" width="100%" />
</div>
<h5>
<a href="images/image159.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</h5>
<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>
<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 handed it with a shake of his head to
Tip.
</p>
<p>
The boy read aloud:
</p>
<p>
“MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E.”
</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>
“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, buglike 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 antennae 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 swallowtail coat with a yellow silk
lining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched
tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at
the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set
a tall silk hat.
</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>
So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of
wanderers, and told them the following story:
</p>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap13"></a>
A Highly Magnified History</h2>
<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 regular 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 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 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>
<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 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>
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<img src="images/image167.jpg" alt="image167" width="100%" /><br/>
<a href="images/image167.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /></a>
</div>
<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>
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<img src="images/image169.jpg" alt="image169" width="100%" />
</div>
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</h5>
<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 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>
<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 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>
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<img src="images/image171.jpg" alt="image171" width="100%" />
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</h5>
<p>
“I didn’t know before,” said Tip, looking at the 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>
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>
“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-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 forwards!”
</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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap14"></a>
Old Mombi indulges in Witchcraft</h2>
<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>
“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 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>
“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>
“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>
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<img src="images/image181.jpg" alt="image181" width="100%" />
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</h5>
<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, 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 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 the 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 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>
<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>
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>
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<h2><a name="chap15"></a>
The Prisoners of the Queen</h2>
<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 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 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 castiron.”
</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>
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<p>
“It’s too easy, altogether. Look out for trouble ahead.”
</p>
<p>
“I will,” returned his Majesty. Unopposed they reached the royal
palace and marched up the marble steps, which had once been thickly crusted
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 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. “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>
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<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 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>
This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd of girls clustering about him,
but none of them suspected what he was doing until a tiny grey mouse leaped
from his bosom to the floor and scampered away between the feet of the Army of
Revolt. Another mouse quickly followed; then another and another, in rapid
succession. And suddenly such a scream of terror went up from the Army that it
might easily have filled the stoutest heart with consternation. The flight that
ensued turned to a stampede, and the stampede to a panic.
</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>
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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap16"></a>
The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think</h2>
<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>
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>
“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>
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<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>
“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 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>
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<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, 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 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>
<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>
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<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 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>
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<h2><a name="chap17"></a>
The Astonishing Flight of the Gump</h2>
<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 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 oldfashioned 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>
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<p>
The Pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw. The
Scarecrow arrived with a coil of clothes-lines 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>
“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>
“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 clothes-lines, 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>
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; “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>
“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>
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<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, 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>
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<h2><a name="chap18"></a>
In the Jackdaw’s Nest</h2>
<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>
“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 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>
“<i>Semper idem</i>,” 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 Scarecrow. “To
‘Know Thyself’ is considered quite an accomplishment, which it has
taken us, who are your elders, months to perfect. But now,” he added,
turning to the others, “let us get aboard and start upon our
journey.”
</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>
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>
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<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 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>
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 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>
<p class="center">
“DR. NIKIDIK’S CELEBRATED WISHING PILLS.
</p>
<p class="letter">
“<i>Directions for Use:</i> Swallow one pill; count seventeen by twos;
then make a Wish. The Wish will immediately be granted.
</p>
<p class="right">
CAUTION: Keep in a Dry and Dark Place.”
</p>
<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 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 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 pallace 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 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 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>
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<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 a moment’s inconvenience.
</p>
<p>
The Tin Woodman was at first much alarmed; but finding he had escaped without
even a scratch upon his beautiful nickle-plate he at once regained his
accustomed cheerfulness and turned to address his comrades.
</p>
<p>
“Our Journey had 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.
</p>
<p>
“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>
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<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, rejoicing exceedingly when the
big diamonds glittered in the sun’s rays.
</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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap19"></a>
Dr. Nikidik’s Famous Wishing Pills</h2>
<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>
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>
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<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>
“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>
<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 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>
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<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, which the mischievous Jackdaws had for
years been engaged in stealing from the villages and cities they visited.
</p>
<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 and 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>
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<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 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 blackboard, and he claimed anything could be
done with x’s and y’s and a’s, and such things, by mixing
them up with plenty of plusses and minuses and equals, and so forth. But he
never said anything, so far as I can remember, about counting up to the odd
number of seventeen by the even numbers of twos.”
</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>
“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,” counted Tip.
“thirteen, fifteen, seventeen.”
</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>
“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>
<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 <i>didn’t</i> 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-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>
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<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 <i>my</i> 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 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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap20"></a>
The Scarecrow Appeals to Glinda the Good</h2>
<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 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
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 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 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. “We must have reached
the South Country,” he cried, “for below us everything is
red!”
</p>
<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 the Gump so that they might reach the palace of the
celebrated Sorceress.
</p>
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<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>
“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>
<p>
“To prove you are a Pumpkinhead!” retorted the Scarecrow.
“But, if the Sorceress expects us, we must not keep her waiting.”
</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>
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<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 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, 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 the
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>
“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 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>
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<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>
“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 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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap21"></a>
The Tin-Woodman Plucks a Rose</h2>
<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 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>
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</h5>
<p>
“Be careful,” said the Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow, who was
leaning far over the side to look at the army below. “You might
fall.”
</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>
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>
<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. “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>
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<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>
“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>
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<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>
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>
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<p>
Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi had played and she also
begged Glinda’s protection, which the Sorceress readily granted. But
Glinda was now really angry, and sent word to Jinjur that the fraud was
discovered and she must deliver up the real Mombi or suffer terrible
consequences. Jinjur was prepared for this message, for the witch well
understood, when her natural form was thrust upon her, that Glinda had
discovered her trickery. But the wicked old creature had already thought up a
new deception, and had made Jinjur promise to carry it out. So the Queen said
to Glinda’s messenger:
</p>
<p>
“Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi anywhere, but that Glinda is
welcome to enter the city and search herself for the old woman. She may also
bring her friends with her, if she likes; but if she does not find Mombi by
sundown, the Sorceress must promise to go away peaceably and bother us no
more.”
</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 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 buttonhole of his tin bosom.
</p>
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<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>
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<div class="chapter">
<h2><a name="chap22"></a>
The Transformation of Old Mombi</h2>
<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.” 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>
“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>
“But I have promised not to molest Jinjur,” objected Glinda.
</p>
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<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 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>
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<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 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>
<p>
“Very well,” returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great
wings and mounted high into the air.
</p>
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<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 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>
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Princess Ozma of Oz</h2>
<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 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>
“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>
“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 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>
“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>
“<i>Into a boy!</i>” 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>
“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 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>
<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>
Now that the truth about Princes 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>
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 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.
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<h2><a name="chap24"></a>
The Riches of Content</h2>
<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, 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.
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Now, at a word from the Princess, the queer Thing they had called the Gump
flopped its palm-leaf wings and rose into the air, carrying the party of
adventurers high above the walls. They hovered over the palace, and soon
perceived Jinjur reclining in a hammock in the courtyard, where she was
comfortably reading a novel with a green cover and eating green chocolates,
confident that the walls would protect her from her enemies. Obeying a quick
command, the Gump alighted safely in this very courtyard, and before Jinjur had
time to do more than scream, the Captain and three soldiers leaped out and made
the former Queen a prisoner, locking strong chains upon both her wrists.
</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.
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At once the men of the Emerald City cast off their aprons. And it is said that
the women were so tired eating of their husbands’ cooking that they all
hailed the conquest of Jinjur with Joy. Certain it is that, rushing one and all
to the kitchens of their houses, the good wives prepared so delicious a feast
for the weary men that harmony was immediately restored in every family.
</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>
Meanwhile 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>
“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 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; 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.”
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“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>
“You are both rich, my friends,” said Ozma, gently; “and your
riches are the only riches worth having—the riches of content!”
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